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23 July 2004 Kristin Kreuk vs Jaime Pressly

Page history last edited by Archer844 12 years, 2 months ago

Kristin Kreuk 07.jpgJaime Pressly 07.jpg

 

Posted by simguy 7-23-04 (Thanks to Ginny for this repost)

 

Kreuk emboldened by a draw with former champ Danes, anxious to spread her wings and test the best at 110. Pressly qualifies: enters a beefy favourite at most books - but Kristin's undaunted. "I'm tuffer than people think," Kreuk says, "and Jaime doesn't intimidate me. Pressly's like any other bully - I'll just have to stand up to her and make her respect me." That's a tall order as far as Jaime's concerned. "Respect Kreuk? We are MILES away from me respecting Kristin Kreuk. I look at that close-up perfect face of hers and I just want to bust her up. Hey - I'm glad she's feisty - makes it fun, but I'm no Claire Danes. I will make Kris beg in this fight. Beg." Jaime in silver bikini, Kreuk in red string bikini, slick low ponytail.

 

Rd 1: Kreuk: dukes up, little chin tucked - inching forward and thrusting out the jab from her shoulder. Pressly: left hand low, right nonchalant at her stomach or chest - she's twitching her upperbody back from Kreuk's pokes, enough to make brunette miss. Jaime easy to her left, occasionally up on her toes to dance to spots, then setting down again, negotiating Kreuk around the ring. Kris coming forward, but Pressly beating her to punches - dropping potshot right hands crisp over brunette jab, lifting the left off her thigh to pop Kreuk in the mouth, slap her upside the head or hook her hard behind the elbow. Jaime counterpunching, relaxed, placing her shots and making them count - Kreuk sent back to her corner hurting.

 

Rd 2: Similar stuff - Jaime loose limbed, supple torso - Kreuk nervous, comparatively rigid and flinching every time Pressly looks at her hard. Pressly so smooth and fluid, stepping to spots, influencing Kris in, then tagging her - it's lead right hands, it's whip-action hooks in the liver and ribs, it's shoulder-shrugging uppercuts in combination. Kreuk coming forward but getting rocked - body punches biting into that creamy midriff, bunching Kreuk up - face punches making meanspirited contact, spanking out sharp and loud as Pressly grins most unpleasant. Back to back shutouts Pressly: she's taking her time, being a professional in there, choosing her targets and hitting them with chilling deliberation.

 

Rd 3: Pressly ups the tempo a bit - she's been allowing Kris to come forward, now blonde takes midring like she owns it. Jaime working Kris over serious hooks - right tight to Pressly's jaw as she licks and lathers, strokes and rakes up and down Kreuk's right flank. Kris trying to punch back - tepid contact against Jaime's torso - every time Kreuk lets her hands go, Jaime smokes her scolding right hand on the face: Kris is gunshy. After the midway point, Pressly clowning, backing to the ropes, hands on her thighs and just bobbing, weaving, rotating her torso - poor Kris poking out straight lefts and rights, missing and missing. Pressly finally lifts a right uppy off her knee and claps the taste out of Kreuk's mouth, stunning the brunette beauty, putting those lollipop red trunks on wobble. Kreuk stumbles forward - Jaime disdainful as she pulls down on the back of Kris' head, sidesteps and lets Kreuk stumble to her knees, face first in the ropes (ruled a push). Final moments pure cruel showboating from Pressly - hands at thigh height, stepping back to coax Kris forward, getting low, then gutting her sudden right hands in the stomach ala Carmen Electra. Kreuk marked up, tight-lipped from gut ache - she's getting her butt waxed big time through three.

 

Rd 4: Boos: Pressly starts out jab/right hand against Kris' rigid guard, then dips her shoulder to hook trunks thick and unforgivably. Kristin cries out, butt back in shock - Pressly easing her back with an extended left elbow and stroking that crotch a licking right hand! Left! Right! Pressly going low with gaudy, looping swings, full range of motion, bouncing fist off trunk and shouldering Kreuk back. Series of moist, thumping blows beats Kris ashen faced to the ropes - she's crippled and helpless as the ref finally intercedes, reprimanding Jaime something feirce. Rest of the way a mockery of good taste and sportsmanship - Pressly feinting low, getting spasmodic over-reaction from Kreuk - Jaime hooting with derisive laughter at Kreuk's anguish and panic. Kris so hurt, so preoccupied with her nether regions that her once-pristine face gets shellacked. Kreuk's skin too flawless to cut, but she swells up horribly this round as Jaime slices away with robust, rangy lefts and rights. At the bell, Kris numb and trembling, back to the ropes, Jaime just off brunette's left shoulder - Pressly turning, walking to her corner slaps her hand back without looking, palming Kreuk's trunks and drawing a throttled cry of protest. Big smile Jaime: feeling pret-ty good about herself at this point.

 

Rd 5: Now it's serious Jaime - good footwork, right hand up just in case, left hand lifted off the hip and sprucing Kreuk up proper with stick. Kris' eyes swelling to slits, reactions late - she's getting touched jab and rocked cross as Jaime lands with crowd pleasing pop this round. Pressly slapping the hook on Kris' ear, then licking her the left uppercut on the face - Kristin belted hither and yon, legs shabby - but insiders know Pressly pulling a little so she can work Kreuk's face a little longer. When Jaime eases inside to body up a bit, she's scrubbing her blonde tousle against Kreuk's tender bruises, wrestling brunette to ropes and grinding her just because. Down the stretch, KK stumbling forward, reaching to tie up around Pressly's elbows - blonde steps back in good order, thumping away crisp curling lefts and rights against the solar plexus and bleak abs. Kreuk eyes closed, mouth open in speechless agony - she FINALLY ties up, legs a-tremble as Pressly reclines grinning into the ropes.

 

Rd 6: Starting to dawn on Kreuk - Pressly's carrying her, hurting her to the body to cramp her up and leave her hobbled, then circling, landing just enough on the face to bust up, but not KO. Kris lands a nice right hand on Jaime's jaw - blonde answers with a wet, pulverizing cross that nearly has Kreuk on her knees - Jaime palms shoulders and walks Kreuk into the ropes. Juicy beatdown rest of the way - Pressly laying on with licking hooks, dip n' rip right uppercuts, tearing up the gut almost as thoroughly as the face. Series of shrugging left and right uppercuts hammers away at Kristin's defences, wedging through the gloves, skidding across the nose and mouth, checking the chin - Kreuk standing there helpless as Pressly eats her up at the bell.

Rd 7: Kreuk refusing to quit, weaving to midring, dukes at her cheeks and stooping forward - brunette all heart if little else tonight. Jaime edges forward to reach down Kreuk's right side and hook her flank, tucking in nice behind that elbow, freezing Kristin on the spot. Tight uppies skid off Kreuk's overhanging pate; the occasional popping right hand loops tight around the guard to stagger Kreuk sideways. Kris pushing punches stubbornly, but there's nothing on them - Jaime dropping her mitts and making Kreuk miss with torso movement, then ripping her something hard and sickening in end the rally. It's all too much - Pressly heartlessly never trying to end it, just pouring on the touches, taking belly, taking ribs, and always, always taking that perfect little face. Withering beatdown finally drops Kreuk to a seat at the ropes - brunette's arms up and out like a marionette as she sits there, stupid with punishment. Ref can't take anymore - he waves this thing off without a count as Pressly sneers down, lifts her mitts and struts. TKO7 Pressly in heartless, heartless fashion.

 

After: Kreuk beaten unrecognizable - brave girl, never quit, but Jaime had her number from the get go, issuing one of the year's queasiest thumpings. And the strut! Pressly circling the ring, nodding, tapping her chest like she's just gunned down Jennifer Garner - pretty nasty display. Gets nastier when Jaime helps a dazed Kristin to her feet and pulls her out for a walk of shame. Pausing at a corner camera - Jaime loops her right arm around Kris' neck to pull brunette cheek to cheek, grabs Kris' aching face under the chin with her left hand, pursing out Kreuk's lips and taunting, "Ooh, I'm ready for my close-up!" Krushers collected at ringside fall out laughing, holding their sides as if their ribs threaten to burst, stamping their feet at the supposed hilarity: poor Kris whimpering, pulling in vain at Jaime's wrist - she doesn't deserve this. FCBA reviewing this one for fighter conduct - expect harsh penalties to come Pressly's way for mistreating one of the sport's most appealing starlets

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