Unified Flyweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 6/18/2005, 8:02 am.

Before: Kreuk reacting to perceived threat on many levels from Eva: serious case of mirror mirror on the wall as Kristin reportedly dismisses as assistant for remarking upon Longoria’s beauty during a very tense camp. “Kristin hates the thought of Eva being as pretty as she is,” says one confidential source close to Team Kreuk, “We haven’t seen her this agitated since Sarah CARTER. Expect a LOT of face punching from Kristin!” Longoria trying to rise above the tabloid marketing of the fight. “Look, we’re both pretty, ok? If Kristin needs to be prettier in order to have confidence to fight, that’s fine with me. All this talk about Kris messing me up or busting up my face is just that: talk, Whatever she wants to do, however she wants to do it—I’m prepared. I’m just here to become what I’ve always been in my heart: a champion. I can’t get distracted by a meaningless beauty contest. To Kris, if she’s so worried about her face, all I can say is: dare una patada a cada pulgada cuadrada de tu culo!” Kristin in black push up, reed bikini bottoms, black shoes, hair slick low ponytail, black sheepskin mitts00Eva in tan western motif bikini, sheepskin UGG boxing moccasins, tan sheepskins mitts. Kreuk fidgety, hot-cheeked during staredown--Longoria comparatively cool, challenging Kris with Latina eyes.

R1: Eva sets the tone—jabbing Kris to ropes, dig-digging right/left to waist, shifting weight to get a little distance and biting her hook up top, then in behind the elbow—always keeping that right hand tight to cheek., Longoria carving at Kris with left hands: uppercuts, hooks off the front foot—Kris bailing, slides to her right under pressure. L:ongoria stepping-with, keeping contact with a swinging right roundhouse—sheepskin glove sounding out with a muffled FUMP against Krissy’s ribs. Eva leaning forward, staying on the tummy and ribs with constant lather. Wilting Kreuk straining, teeth bared—hands up, elbows in to ward off punches as she dips and rolls—she makes one entire circuit of the ropes with Eva on top of her every step of the way, drumming for shutout points in the first.

R2: Eva jabbing to Kristin’s face, getting finch-and-retreat from Kreuk—Double K sets up ropeside grim and concerned. Longoria spotting her jab body and head, getting Kristin’s hands up, then lashing the waist right/left, resetting her feet behind the jab as Kreuk shows pure defense. Eva not smothering herself, not getting wild—she’s pinning Kreuk down with the jab, touching her and pestering her, then scoring heavily to the body, attacking the waist and ribs. Down the stretch, Longoria’s weight on her front foot as she digs up into Kreuk’s sternum hooks—peep of pain from Kristin as her legs give way, she’s hurt, clinching desperately to forestall a Longoria romp., Eva wriggling to free herself—Kreuk glomming on to the bell—champ gets out of a dangerous spot as challenger bounces back to corner all smiles. Second consecutive shutout Longoria: “She’s hurt!” Eva trumpets to her corner.

R3: Kreuk fights a series of tough engagements, showing nifty handspeed in combination, ability to handle herself inside with an aggressive Latina as girls battle toe to toe, Ribs, tummies, Jugsa, Jaws. Girls touching and lathering at each other in volleys of hup-hup punching, shoulders rotating—good constant flyweight work., Rapid snatching back-and-forth—like the girls are grabbing money off each other’s bodies. Neither beauty seemingly fazed, but Kreuk finding a consistent uppercut inside, clipping Eva’s chin and backing Longoria up a step—judges can’t miss it: Kreuk’s on the board, Bell: Kris frowning, glaring—she makes hot eye contact with Longoria as girls square up—ref gently coaxing them apart as tempers flare.

R4: Girls laying in, but not smothering each other—both want to be busy so plenty of digging punching at close range results. Girls strangely oblivious to the other’s work=--both totally self-absorbed, each just determined to pack extra punches into the offending torso or chin. Kreuk cuter—trying to step back and walk Longoria into uppercuts off the back foot. Eva foiling it by approaching behind her jab—she’s setting the table with poke, finishing hard in Kristin’s body. Bell: both perfect faces shining up nicely as neither girl respects the other’s power.

R5: Eva slowly emerging as dominant beauty in the ring. She’s getting the better of torrid exchanges, regularly forcing Kris to abandon her position and set up on fresh canvas. It’s Longoria taking territory, coming forward, mixing it up—Kreuk fighting hard, but purely reactive. Kris trying to pivot around Longoria and use angles, but Eva supple as a snake, twisting and cutting off the ring, using her jab to maintain contact and that constant body-lather’s starting to hobble Kreuk’s legs. Kristin visibly shaken as Eva’s catching her a right hand on the cheek, a left uppercut on the chin and a left hook consistently on the jaw—buffeting sheepskin face-punching from Longoria has Kreuk discouraged through 5.

R6: Eva pressing Kris behind the jab, edging close with the licking right/left on the waist, then scouring Kreuk with hooks/left uppercuts off the front foot: Kreuk’s had enough. Kris fighting off the ropes, dips her shoulder, hooks Eva sweet n’ low, shoulder bumps her back and gives her another crotch-tap—ref on the wrong side doesn’t catch it as Longoria cringes, covers up gasping. Kreuk forward behind a walking barrage, slender limbs beating at Longoria’s shiny flanks, belting her to the far ropes, Kris snarling, pushing into Eva’s chest, then chewing at her short interior uppercuts—Longoria’s face catching spiteful sheepskin as Kreuk heaps on the hurt. EVA’S LEGS GIVE A SHIMMY! Longoria suddenly distraught, falling part—Kreuk pushes her up against the ropes with a left forearm against the chest, plugging nasty right hands amidships as poor Eva groans in protest, Ref issues break, but Kris smells blood—she’s back on top, clubbing about Eva’s head and shoulders picking up the offending face uppercuts. Kreuk taking cruel pleasure in the brutal clout as Eva’s face pops off her gloves: eyebrows high, eyes closed, mouth open—so woozy. Bell; Longoria in stupor at the ropes, cut in the mouth—Kris pushing off lie she’s going away, then torques a gorgeous, cheap left hook late—smashing Longoria’s face aside and leaving her staring in shock. Ref bundles writhing Kreuk away—Kristin consumed with the need to stay on Longoria throws away the rule book in the sixth.

R7: Latina ardor aroused: Longoria off her stool eyes blazing, meeting Kris midring and immediately engaging the champ in a blistering exchange of slender limbed lather. Kris blasting away to ribcage to no avail—she can’t back Longoria up and Eva’s punching slowly drives Kreuk to ropes. Robust rights and lefts pumped amidships have Kreuk groaning—she doesn’t want anymore, she’s leaning forward to clinch around Eva’s ribs—Longoria shoves Kris upright and POURS it on thick. Eva’s been punishing the body all night, now she treats herself to Kristin’s perfect—pushing Kris upright by her chest the better to drift her right hands on the mouth., Kreuk being stacked up and bullied now—Eva just imposing her will and frolicking at this point. Kris breaking down, proud legs holding her up, to ward off punches, but she’s not answering back late as Longoria hammers away for points. Bell: Eva chests up and shouts hot taunts into Kristin’s staring face—Latina quivering with aggression, has to be pulled away by the ref.

R8: Kris wilting, face bruised, discouraged. Longoria’s body punching crippling Kreuk now—hard rights up underneath, lashing hooks across the waist have Kris folding forward,, reaching to clinch. Kreuk tries to disengage, gets her face spanked by Longoria’s greedy jab: Kristin reaping what she sowed as Longoria takes all the face she can handle with jabs, crosses, hooks. Kreuk sets up woozy at the ropes, rotating her torso, slipping and rolling: none of it’s working as Longoria sets up on wide feet, lathering AWAY TO HER HEART’S CONTENT. Kris wobbly butt, busting up, left eye closing—she’s being taken apart through 8.

R9: Pride of a champion—Kristin catches a second wind, fights Eva hard toe-to-toe midring. Longoria’s forward march halted as Kreuk digs hooks amidships, then Kreuk concentrates on face with tight, shoulder shrugging uppercuts, easing back to walk Longoria onto sheepskin. Jug mugging from Kris—tidying up on Eva’s tasty rack with a brisk side to side shoeshine—Longoria momentarily open-mouthed, disoriented as she’s cuffed and buffeted. Bell: Kris just can’t help herself—she hooks Eva cheap and late on the jaw again, arousing intense Latina passions as ref has to bodily cart a wriggling Longoria back to her corner.

R10: Both girls nicely lumped up, puffy, achy-bodies, but Longoria the stronger vixen down the stretch. Eva has the will to come forward: Kris giving ground, looking for cutey-pie counter uppercuts or sidesteps to no avail. Longoria just won’t be denied—she seeks out Kreuk all over the ring, jabbing her face relentlessly, closing, then banging that body, hammering away at ribs to reveal the quivering quitter inside. Kreuk shaky legged, hanging on—she’s pushed and battered, worked over at the ropes, walked down as Eva straps and lashes away. Fight ends tro the sight of Kris all stooped over behind a sleepy earmuff—Eva looming overtop, stern-faced as she rips left hooks behind the elbow, bites tight left uppercuts atop Krissy’s head, digs left hooks underneath to the pleasing bulge of Kreuk’s jugs. Eva pours on late—ref bodies her off as Kreuk breaks down into shuddering tears at the bell. Comes back UD10 for the winner and NEW flyweight champ—Eva Longoria.

After: Relentless Latina attack wears Kristin out—Kreuk puffy, sore, devastating in defeat as she just couldn’t hold back her tireless opponent tonight, Eva sporting a nice shiner herself, but nothing can dull the glow: she’s queen after years of daytime obscurity. “I might be older than Kris,” gushes Longoria in postfight, “but I’m hungrier—I just would not be denied tonight, It was a very bitter contest—she fought like she hated me. I just had to stay professional, outwork her and look to check her chin as she broke down. I’m very pleased—I would have loved to knock Kristin out, but I feel I beat her decisively and truly deserve my championship, She can prettier f it’s so important to her,” Longoria winks, “I’m happy being queen.”

Reposted by Archer 6/9/13.