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3 September 2005 Title Ch Jolene Blalock vs Jaime Pressly

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Jolene Blalock 04.jpgJaime Pressly 1.jpg

 

UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE

 

Posted  by simguy 9-3-05 (Thanks to Ginny for this repost)

 

Pressly almost puts the kaibosh on this fight at the weigh in: girls posing face to face for cameras after hitting the scales (Pressly in pale blue cotton tank and panties, Jolene in pea green) - JB adjusting a gold chain down her top when PRESSLY ATTACKS! JP: left hand grabbing tank-strap; right hand delivering shattering, short-arm open hand slaps to Jolene's eye/cheek! Blalock stunned - staggering forward - Pressly drops to a seat, still tugging top - Jolene on hands in knees in Jaime's lap - BLALOCK'S FACING INTO PUNCHES! Pressly biting her lower lip as she hockey-fights Jolene, tugging that tank top and slamming in short right hands in rapid fire fashion: JB mouth open, eyes shut, eyebrows arched high just gobbling dukes like she's bobbing for apples! Officials break up the party, but Jolene is trembling, wide-eyed, bewildered - Pressly going all out to punk the champ in prefight. Fines levied, warnings issued - Jaime cleverly getting into trouble BEFORE the fight so Krusher morality police can't slap the cuffs on her! Pressly in metallic baby blue bandeau top, electric orange bottoms, sassy blonde tousle - Blalock in pea green bikini top, baby blue bottoms, sassy blonde tousle.

 

Rd 1: Blalock tentative, jittery, hopping forward dukes at chest height. Jaime much more relaxed, smirking, right at her hip, left dangling as she walks to her right. Jaime flicking a backhand love-tapping left against Blalock's crotch - not hard, but getting a predictable over-reaction - Pressly winking, grinning as she steps around. Jolene frowning, jabs at Jaime's chest, TAKES A WHIPPY LEFT HOOK IN THE CHOPS! Pressly leaving her feet, twisting her hips and clapping the taste out of Jolene's mouth - while Blalock's stunned, JP puts a biting right hand/left hook tidy on the chin and JOLENE SHOOTS TO HER BACKSIDE! Blalock shaking her head, up quick but queasy-legged - Jaime howling taunts, lifting her hands over her head and doing a little salsa dance in the neutral corner during Jolene's 8. Resume: Pressly flat footed, feinting at Jolene: Blalock twitching, over-reacting - Jaime's SO in Jolene's head tonight. Little backhand love top on the crotch freezes Blalock - Jaime hops in, whip-cracks the hook tight, getting her shoulder in behind it - Blalock sent reeling into ropes again, eyes wide. Pressly prowling, leaning forward over her left foot, dangling her left hand - Jolene hurt, wary, waiting, and Pressly LIGHTS HER UP with a lead right from a standing start. BLALOCK'S DOWN - a gangly heap at the ropes - Jaime taking the time to trample her as she passes over top to neutral corner. Jolene frazzled, swaying on the spot - she's saved by the bell as Pressly coos and hollers at her from across the ring.

 

Rd 2: Brushing little love tap on the crotch: Blalock freezes up on reflex - grinning Jaime walks to her right, ignoring the ref who continually warns her: "keep 'em up Jaime’s." Jaime taunting throughout, dropping her mitts and craning forward to present her face, bobbing and weaving as Jolene tries to tag her. Blalock blushing crimson - she's never, ever been treated with this kind of disdain in the ring, but she's been seriously hurt, doesn't feel comfortable opening up just yet. JUMPING HOOK JAIME PRESSLY! Pressly leaps in, tidying up Blalock's jaw - Jolene tottering backwards, turns, trips up on her own feet and tumbles into and through the ropes! Jolene's torso bent out and down to the apron - her legs standing, still in the ring and Jaime SAILS INTO JOLENE'S BACKSIDE! Pressly squaring up, screaming "WOOOOO HOOO HOOO HOOOOO!" as she tears up rump - taut buttock muscle bunching up under the two fisted clouting as Jaime swings away. Ref pushes Jaime back, helps Jolene into the ring - Blalock SPUTTERING in rage and shame: Pressly licking her lips and gleefully gloating from across the ring. Blalock dukes up, hops-to: Jaime flat footed, waits with left low, right at her chest, left shoulder pointed at Blalock. Jolene with a measuring jab, long right hand and JAIME BEATS HER TO THE PUNCH! Pressly short, economical, turning into the blow with slicing efficiency, bending down and in - Jolene's right sails over top as her knees give way - she corkscrews into the mat and spreads out stupefied on her back! Jolene twitching, spasming - an awful wreck - but she somehow fights up off her back to careen into the ropes for another long count. Ref wiping Blalock's gloves on his chest, checking her eyes and HE CALLS IT OFF! Jolene swaying, out of it - she dimly registers the TKO but doesn't react to it, probably justifying the call in the process. Outstanding TKO2 for the winner and NEW bantam weight champ - JAIME PRESSLY!

 

After: Jaime shimmy dancing on the spot, thrusting up and out with her hips as she steps, hands up around her head - Blalock taken to her corner and gently sat down for penlights in the eyes, smelling salts under the nose. Jaime simply tearing it up on Blalock with calculated aggression bordering on insanity - every move designed to shatter the big puncher's confidence from the press conferences on. A beaming Theron advances into the ring, belts over shoulders and about her waist; a grinning Jessica Simpson struts in covered in those flyweight belts; "The Empire Strikes Back" theme song erupts as Jaime is presented with HER new belts. FCBA reeling at the sight of a resurgent Krusher Empire, with only Jennifer O'Dell standing in the way of TOTAL DOMINATION!. "Get cleaned up," Jaime shouts at the deposed champion, "we're having Sushi tonight!" flash-forward to Pressly's after-party - Blalock naked, prone on her back, covered in sushi for people to pick and choose from. Blalock stone-still throughout, the occasional tear tracking down the side of her face as she stares stoically at the ceiling, her left eye sporting a fine purple shiner courtesy Pressly's heartless right hand. Jaime tells BLONDE! magazine by way of explanation: "Hey - it's not like I beat her kidneys or anything!" Pressly brazenly flaunting her championship clout - remains to be seen if the Krushers will discipline their newest title-bearer.

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