UNIFIED LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE

Originally posted by Simguy on 3/6/2004, 10:09 am.

Before: Garner laying it on thick in prefight—honoring O’Dell for fighting her way up off the beach and becoming a legitimate PPV-class top contender. “Not too many girls can do what Jennifer’s done,” gushes Garner. “Beating up Jeri Ryan’s no fluke—I can’t take this girl lightly.” On and on, champ saying all the right things, but HISC PR guys working overtime to quash a nasty little hidden-camera bit (surfaced apparently by the Krushers): Garner caught on tape, going ballistic at Starbucks when she gets the wrong drink, hauling the barrista-girl out to the parking lot and giving her a beating up against the hood of a Cadillac. O’Dell showing class by not picking up on this embarrassing tantrum, but people left wondering whether the champ’s the new Cat Bell, ir something a little more sinister beneath the dimples.

Garner in black “Alias” bra and panties, JOD in electric blue bikini, long straight blonde hair.

During R1: Garner compact, slight crouch, elbows in, right hand at jaw, left at chest, shifting clockwise on wide-spread legs. O’Dell dukes to eyebrows then back to her chest,

Stepping forward, flinching side to side with her torso. Jenny G doesn’t want anything dramatic to happen in the first: she turns back a series of bold O’Dell advances with a banging, swift jab, pivoting around the blonde, turning her midring. Garner keeping verything nice and tight—straight right hands, thumping jabs, bringing her hands back sharp—O’Dell getting marked up, rejected by brisk, pre-emptive punching, unable to im pose her will. Precision shutout Garner—she shakes her head and mouths the word “no” at O’Dell as they pass en route to corners.

R2: O’Dell jabbing from her eyebrow, dipping and shoving the right hand down into the ribs, looking to mop up hooks as she hops forward. Jenny wheeling left away from these assaults, still sprucing O’Dell up with that piston jab. Similar look to the first only O’Dell more effective with her own jab, getting her fists on Garner downstairs to some extent, but that sharp, stamping Garner 2 gun delivery really scoring well—clean pokes open the face and chin, thumping work to jug—Garner just motoring, shooting straight punches—hasn’t broken out the hooks, uppercuts or looks in her arsenal yet.

R3: O’Dell with a nice first minute of pressure—paving the way with an extended jab, hard right hand over the top (Partially locked) then getting to Garner’s chest and raking her waist and ribs tidy, clawing strokes. Champ with those tireless legs pivots left around a jerking left uppercut to halt blonde rally, then starts putting short, straight combinations together with devastating results. O’Dell’s pretty face just there for punches—Garner pinging rights and lefts off it, banging it back, dazing it. When Garner goes to the body—she’s bending her knees and shooting straight off the shoulder—same delivery, just changing the plane –balance always there, defense always together as she brings her fists back like she’s testing boiling water. First signs of wear in O’Dell—put wobbly butt from a tic-tac-toe series of oily rights and lefts on the point of her chin at the halfway mark, then coming completely unglued late as Garner hurts her a straight right hand, then lights up jaw with hooks. O’Dell batted in a semicircle to her left, hops to her left knee all shook up—Garner looking hungrily down, colour is high, eyes are bright—tight smile of satisfaction, all dimply.

R4: O’Dell responds like a champ—jabbing to Garner’s chest, then forcing her back under a hail of tomahawk chopping right hands, Garner blocking with a raised left but beaten back to the ropes—suddenly O’Dell’s ON her! Jenny setting her feet wide and unleashing for the first time—raking and clubbing wide lefts and rights as Jennifer tries to slip and roll. It’s too much leather: Garner caught first by a flat right hand on the mouth, then chin-tugged a hook—strong legs buckle, firm butt takes a seat in the ropes and O’DELL TUCKS IN! JOD burying her face in Garner’s neck, rotating her shoulders and hustling to gut with both fists pumping—champion issues the fight’s first clinches as she grimaces in pain. Ref’s break, O’Dell pushed back—she wades back in and a grim siege begins at the ropes. Garner hurt, but alert—blocking punches, rolling to either side, reaching around O’Dell’s waist to stall her. O’Dell pouring herself at the champ, eyes glaring, teeth bared—it’s a non-stop whirl of pounding blows, each one seeking to end this thing. By the final minute—Garner’s looking good in the pocket—blocking high and immediately countering with tidy uppercuts to the chin. O’Dell too strong to be backed off but she’s getting picked up, scored ion at the bell as Garner weathers the storm.

R5: Hardest two way fighting of the night—both girls feeling like they’ve got the other right where she wants her. O’Dell having moments when she can hound Garner ropeside, rake the champ hooks, jaw short right hands in on her jaw. Garner spearing O’Dell with that ramrod jab, stepping to the right and rifling right hands over blonde’s left shoulder. Heart stopping give and take till late: Garner blocks a swinging O’Dell right, puts counter right uppercut tidy on chin and O’DELL GOES DOWN! Jenny OD shook, hurt, sinks to one knee—Garner banks another cuffing left on the temple to punctuate the matter and earn a stern rebuke from the ref. JOD up at 8, but legs looks buttery—bell sounds to save her from a furious Garner flurry.

R6: Garner ups the tempo, feeding off the hurt in O’Dell’s eyes, Jenny G meticulous: jabs up the middle bloody JOD’s nose—blonde’s head constantly jarring back from the stamping impacts. JG sliding to her right, getting the angle off JOD’s left shoulder—rifling right hands victimize O’Dell’s jaw—terrific straight punches here. Garner bringing the fist back fast, doubling up as O’Dell’s movements get sluggish. O’Dell’s form dissolving as her chin soaks up the sock—she’s winging more, turning up to square up on a shifty Garner and catching her a looping right, Garner taking advantage, slipping under the wide shot, riveting a short, gouging left to the ribs—O’Dell’s legs starting to buckle as champ tags body and chin at will. Bell to bell Garner—O’Dell brave, swaying defiantly on the spot, but her expressive eyes say “I’m taking too many punches, I’m hurt and I don’t know what to do.” Garner grinning, high-fiving mates in her corner—she’s having her way through 6.

R7: Garner’s muscular, shooting punches—straight out and back—are a purist’s dream—she taking O’Dell apart with them at this point, Doubled up right hands with that pump-action delivery, catching O’Dell over her left shoulder, wobbling that cellulite-free butt. Garner stomping forward, spearing the lead right straight down to the body, stepping forward as O’Dell wilts, knocking back her face the jab, greasing the chin a straight right from the shoulder. Garner working in and out, circling to the right, sampling O’Dell belly, tits and chin with cold-hearted precision—poor Jenny OD unable to hold her ground, reeling, reacting late. JOD unquestionably brave, but her eyes are dim and haunted, face discouraged—these aren’t love-taps she’s getting drilled with—everything’s hurting the blonde at this point.

R8: More Garner, clinically going at a staggering, defiant blonde, breaking her down with relentless attrition. Jabs can’t miss—Garner sets the table for her sequences by banging back O’Dell’s swollen face once, twice, three or four times. Garner sliding right and getting lead rights over the blonde’s shoulder—Jenny can’t see the incoming, slow to turn and square up and when she does, Garner’s helping herself to sternum with hungry hooks. O’Dell too spirited to quit, but she’s done, just staggering on, not releasing her hands, practically forcing Garner to finish her. Champ obliges—after systematically dismantling O’Dell, Garner gets around blonde left flank, rifles that murderous straight right to the ear, reloads and gets it again, gets it a third time as Jenny O’Dell starts to swoon to her right, misses the fourth shot as O’Dell sprawls to the canvas, Badly beaten, O’Dell gives in to unconsciousness: wet lips on canvas, face shrouded ina mass  of tangled, sweat-matted blonde locks. KO8 Jennifer Garner.

After: Awfully aggressive. Champ retains against a confident upbeat challenger, surviving O’Dell’s rushes and administering a fearful, masterful beat down in response. Garner with a quick-twitch trigger tonight, stapling that right hand in straight stamps to her girl’s face and body—champion basking in a glow of a very significant title. JG still grinning when she coaxes a badly battered Jenny O’Dell to her feet and to the shock of many in attendance, proceeds to parade the defeated girl—strong right arm around tasty, tanned hips and quivering tummy—Garner’s dimples on show, left hand waving as Eliza Dushku and Estella Warren both applaud the walk. Cat Bell, other fighters disgusted by Jennifer’s indulgence, but Jennifer doesn’t get it.

“I’m the champ, in a house of champions, and we take what we want,” says a bewildered Garner. “What’s the harm? If O’Dell didn’t want to get walked, maybe she shouldn’t have gotten herself knocked out—ever think of that?”

Reposted by Archer 5/16/09.