Unified Flyweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 6/11/2005, 9:15 am.

Before: “It’s my time,” Kris says simply in prefight, “I’m the future of the flyweight division: Sarah is the distant creaky past. Gellar’s on her last legs and everyone knows it. You want to know why she starts all these slugfests? It’s because she doesn’t have the legs to box anymore. I’m looking at a shot champion here and that makes me very, very hungry.” Gellar scoffing at the notion of a Kristin Kreuk on-the-come. “Kreuk’s easy money,” says Sarah, “she’s here so I can take money off her fans—end of story. When you’re the strong girl in a fight—which OI am—you’ve got options. I can make mistakes: Kristin can’t. Sat some point in the fight, it’s going to dawn on her that she can’t win, and when I see that in her eyes? That’s when this fight’s gonna get fun.” Kris in black push up, tawdry red bikini bottoms—Sarah in tight battle bun, sleek white bikini. Small glove both vixens.

During R1: Feeling out session—girls nimble, on their toes, hands up, eyes bright with concentration. Sarah scoots-to, jabbing to body: Kris fades, steps to the side, brushing jabs off her tummy with a relaxed, sweeping right hand, Kris flutter-jabs up top, tests the Sarah Michelle midsection a slapping right/left—Gellar rock-steady behind a high guard, takes, then answers a cuffing hook on the ear., Back and forth, neither girl anxious to stand in front of the other and force decisive battle—Kreuk the busier girl, choosing to attack more often—Sarah moving, slipping, using the ring, getting a sense of her girl’s rhythm.

R2: Kris attacking behind her jab—she gets a tasty right cross to cheek, abrupt left uppercut to chin to put Sarah wobbly butt, baby-steppin’ early on., Gellar hurt, but responding like a champ—she stands and answers Kreuk’s finishing flurry with ferocious body punching—little mitts sounding out PIK! PAK! PEK! On both sets of supple ribcages, Kris backs off, cheeks flushed—hot contact makes both girls wary. Kreuk circling clockwise, touching Sarah the jab, just coasting to the finish line—Gellar clearing her head, dodged a bullet that round.

R3: Kris on with robust lather this round, upping the temple, directing her efforts to Sarah’s torso, forcing blonde to dig in. Gellar hunkering down, feeling Kristin’s busy mitts up and down both flanks, tearing up tummy, tucking in behind the right elbow: Sarah’s not answering. Bewildering stuff—Kreuk working up quite a sweat just hup-hup-hupping on Sarah, buffeting the little queen around the ring—Gellar earmuffed up, leaning in close with Kris to smother the work, soaks up all three minutes on quivering torso.

R4: Pattern developing: Kristin came here to work tonight—Gellar looks like a passenger. Kreuk jabbing her way in, setting up cheek to cheek and helping herself to tummy: Sarah gasping, laying in close, earmuff guard, giving away her body on the cheap. Gellar stepping back, walking Kristin into the odd swipe-hook ore chopping right hand on paunch, but Kreuk making the fight, out-touching Sarah significantly. Shopworn Sarah buying time late with cheap trunk-tugging—snagging Kris by her waistband, hauling her forward while sidestepping, then shouldering her off. Barking complaints from Kris—warnings from the ref, but tired Gellar gets out of the round.

R5: Kris back on, outhustling, outhitting her wilting blonde foe, Sarah fighting in spots, gnashing her teeth, getting in close and punching Kris hard to the body—Kreuk refusing to back off, sensing Gellar doesn’t want to work so hard tonight. Midway through, girls operating close in: Kris slaps her left hand down, disrupting Sarah’s guard and picks Gellar up a pretty uppercut bingo on the chin: there go Gellar’s trunks as she’s stompin’ hurt again. Kris back on the body like a pro—digging hooks, tucking ‘em in behind that right elbow—Kreuk’s eyes light up as Sarah bends forward groooooaaaniing in pain. Late the round, Kris aggressively bodies up, wriggles Sarah to ropes—pinning her down, Kreuk snaps, “You’re quitting!” Gellar grim, helpless in the grasp as the ref breaks it up.

R6: Sarah fights and wins a series of hot-punching toe-to-toe battles—first time tonight Kreuk’s forced to step out, walk away to regroup. Gellar’s turn to press the pace on a girl who doesn’t want it—stepping in long with a jab to the body, then crowding, using her left hand to pull Kristin’s head down while working the free right mitt overtime. Kreuk momentarily bewildered by the holding and hitting, suffering Sarah’s tidy mitts to belly, breast and mouth—ref slapping Gellar’s gripping left hand away, issuing warnings as the champ imposes herself this round.

R7: Sarah hard on Kristin, punishing her along the ropes, Gellar licking long right hands across the waist, then easing in close, pushing up on Kristin’s torso to stack her, then digging away hup-hup to breadbasket, Kreuk cramped, face set in bytchy complaint—she can’t get Sarah off her chest, can’t dislodge butt from ropes. Kreuk tieing up around Gellar’s arms, slowing the non-stop pace of the slugging—oily stuff as slender flyweights writhe and struggle belly to belly, cheek to cheek.

R8: Kreuk finally answering the Gellar pressure with tangy, tasty uppercuts, leaning onto her right foot to walk Sarah onto the right hand, leaning onto the left foot to get the left uppie. Gellar just chin-clipped one too many times backs off—Kreuk over to the offense again, jabbing at Sarah’s left eye as Gellar walks away to her right.  Kris stalking, walking Sarah down—brunette stroking the body rights and lefts on approach, leaning onto her back foot to get uppercuts when Gellar tries to lay in: it’s a winning formula. Gellar lumped up, discouraged—Kristin’s putting her hands all over the champ tonight and both girls starting to realize it.

R9: Withering, relentless stuff from Kristin. Key to it is Kreuk fighting well in retreat, catching Sarah those walk-in uppercuts, scrubbing Sarah lefts and rights across the face—all stuff Kristin’s had to develop to keep the much stronger Allison Mack off her. Gellar spending herself up in fruitless head-on attacks, Backs off. Kreuk finding her with the jab, stroking her to the body and forcing her to ropes., Down the stretch—long, steady lather from Kreuk—nothing wild—just moving her hands, fitting punches in and around Gellar’s protective elbows downstairs, bumping her tits, picking up her chin and SARAH GOES DOWN! Sarah foggy from punishment, long slow wuilt to one knee brings a look un unspeakable pleasure to Kristin’s face: Kreuk standing there, drinking in the knowdown until ref moves her back—she’s just locked up this fight on the cards.

R10: Sarah needs the knockout, but Kristin’s the one looking for it. Brunette on in SHEETS, bathing Gellar in hungry punching—Kristin letting her hands go like it’s the first round. Sarah tired, groggy, covering up her heads and wilting along the ropes—Kreuk stepping-with, sweeping and swiping away head on shoulders, hips and tum. By the midway point, Kreuk emboldened by Gellar’s weakness--Kreuk getting all big-girl—palming up on the shoulders, pancaking Sarah against the ropes, digging hup-hup to gut and working up torso to savage those perky jugs. It all comes spiraling apart for Sarah: accumulation beats her in stages to all fours, not once, but twice in the remaining minute and a half—Kreuk setting a withering pace poor Sarah just can’t match. Kreuk beating her heartbroken foe as Sarah sits and sulks in the ropes at the bell—brunette tidying up until the ref physically restrains her from punishing Gellar any further., UD10 wide for the winner and NEW flyweight champ—Kristin Kreuk!

After: Decisive, comprehensive victory—Kristin outboxing Sarah early, outslugging her late, hurting and dropping her three times in the final two rounds to forcibly yank the belts off Sarah’s twitching waist—it’s Kristin’s most masterful performance to date. “I feel unstoppable,” says a glowing new champ., glorying in her one-sided destruction of a well-respected veteran. “I feel like I’ve zoomed past every other girl in the division and I’m standing on a level the rest of them can’t reach. You saw what I did to Gellar tonight—it’s gonna be Eva, Claire and Natalie too—those girls are just as tired and worn out as Sarah. I’m going to turn this division upside down—it’s a new day at 110!”

Reposted by Archer 6/5/13.