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5 May 2012 Kelly Ripa vs Gabrielle Anwar

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Posted by simguy on May 5, 2012, 9:12 am

BEFORE: Two of the fittest, wiriest little competitors in boxing set to tangle...Ripa looking to re-establish her once fearsome day-time predator cred. "Anwar's in for the three P's," K-rip quips. "Punishment, pain, and pounding! I tear it up like no one else in boxing - by the time I get done choppin' on Gabrielle, you won't recognize her. Maybe that's a good thing?" Anwar rolling her eyes at the verbal bullying attempts: Gabby's not buying. "Kelly was quite a force," Anwar admits in rebuttal, "about 20 years ago! Seriously, she's all attitude at this point - which is great - but you gotta back that up with fight. See, Kel, it's your fight I'm curious about - not your mouth!" K-rip in pastel blue bikini top bordered in cerulean; pastel pale green bikini bottoms; small white mitts; hair wet/back. Anwar in yellow bikini top/white bottoms; small white gloves; hair wet/back.

During R1: Girls curl in towards each other...Ripa slides a walking right hand onto Gabby's chin...ANWAR'S BUZZED! Quick, savage follow up - Kelly batting sinewy-limbed, straight-arm hooks while hopping after retreating Gabby, then kissing another shafting right off chin, driving Anwar ropeside. Kelly pouncing forward, but meeting with a ringing left uppercut to chin...blonde-girl now chin-checked, on her heels! Anwar regrouping off the ropes, advancing into walking barrage of criss-cross lefts and rights...Ripa face-pasted back on heels, driven to midring. Kelly ducks, jumps up into left uppercut - chin-checking Anwar: GABBY'S now staring, rickety with hurt! Fighters reeling on respective spots, trying for wide right hands and ANWAR GOES DOWN! Trade in sweeping chin-chops goes Ripa's way...she's all eyes blazing/chest heaving as ref pushes her back. Gabby up shabby for her 8: ON COMES K-RIP! Ripa snarling, digging left/right/left to Anwar's drum-tight abs, but eats a ringing hook to chin as Anwar slugs off the ropes! KELLY'S knees bend - her eyes watery...snarling Anwar retakes initiative with a drifting right across Kelly's chin, sending her staggering to her right. Gabby walking Kelly down to ropes: Ripa stoops, digs right to that wiry body, then covers up/ducks down as Gabby pounds small-mitted fists right/left across the back. Kelly sobs, sags back into ropes all how-could-you eyes...she ducks under another sizzling Anwar right, hooks Gabby's trunks; braces Gabby's tummy with extended left elbow, then hooks those trunks again! Anwar, gasping, doubling over at the waist: Kelly sweeps the right hand to left hip/kidney - thump-skidding hateful punches across tight back-flesh and ANWAR'S DOWN! Gabby's head-and-arms through the ropes as she's on her knees...Ripa baring teeth, lifts her fight foot to kick Gabby's firm buns before ref can jump in. Anwar climbs ropes, obviously frazzled...she takes her 8, digs in at apron and SWAPS IT UP WITH K-RIP! Lithe, limber hammer and tongs - Kelly in wide stance, baring her teeth, her arms shivering as she tans Gabby's sinewy body, then tries for her chin...Anwar in earmuff, weaving herself forward and back into ropes while swatting back punches in sinuous melee. Dying seconds, Kelly takes a clipping right to chin - SHE'S stunned, staring again, wobbling out of orbit to her right as Anwar sags back into ropes in exhaustion. Bell: crowd on it's feet - both women stepping woozy, sitting down gingerly after a blazing first!

R2: Gabrielle stepping flat footed to her right; stops; jabs Kelly's forehead; swings wide, palm-down right into Ripa's lean lats PAK! Kelly frowning, dukes at eyebrows: Gabby jabs bony chest; swings right hand wide to lats again; hooks drum-tight breadbasket... still no response from grimacing Kelly, so Gabby chugs away hup-hup-hup: slender limbs pumping in right/left/right - small mitts denting fat-free meat PIK! PAK! PEK! That's too much for Kelly: she's flat-footed for power, hooking Gabby's fat-free tummy; swinging wide-righty to sinewy lats - small gloves spanking on taut muscle. Gabby receives with dukes at eyebrows, then lashes back - sleek limbs swinging; small mitts digging in/bouncing off Kelly's rigid body, then Ripa takes hacks as Gabby covers up. Glorious tit for tat as proud vixens refuse to back out or move - each girl viciously hacking away in turn - small mitts slamming to a halt in toned flesh. Bell: both girls shiny-eyed with how-could-you tears - super-fit frames trembling, ribs pink from punishment as ref steps in.

R3: Gabby leaps into decapitating hook to open: Kelly ducks under, circles, engaging in whirling trade of sinewy-limbed lefts and rights. Both fighters purely offensive - just trying to outwork and douse the other in lathering volume...darting in-out jitter-steps set tempo for batting left hooks/slicing right hands. Minute mark - Kelly leans into a swift one-two (blocked by Anwar in earmuff); Ripa stays on her left (forward) leg; dips left shoulder - fits left uppercut to liver: Gabby's legs give a shimmy as she blurts out in pain. Kelly pivots-right, keeping weight on left leg: she jerks left uppercut clean to sternum, really digging that small-mitted fist deep as it'll go. Gabby weakened, attempts right-uppercut receipt...Kelly beats her to punch via chopping overhand right...DOWN GOES GABRIELLE! Anwar crashing to right side as her back (right) knee gives way, then rolling to her back...she's whining in pain, chest heaving, eyes shut tight...it's no go! Anwar unable to rally off her back - KO3 in crazy shootout fashion, Kelly Ripa!

After: Ripa badly frazzled, deeply relieved...savage, brief encounter packs 8 rounds of power punches into about two-and-a-half heats. "I knew I was too much for Gabrielle," Kelly breezes in postfight, still swaying on the spot, wincing from rib-ache. "Too fast, too hard, too good. I'm like a little tyrant, you know? I put my foot down and girls tremble. It's a good reminder for a lot of fighters who think I've moved on, because as Reeg would say: I'M BACK, BABY!"