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20 August 2005 Title Ch Eva Longoria vs Jessica Simpson

Page history last edited by Archer844 10 years, 9 months ago

 

Eva Longoria 01.jpgJessica Simpson 06.jpg

 

Unified Flyweight Title

 

Post by Simguy on 8/20/2005, 9:47 am.

 

Before: Hottest TV small girl versus hottest cinema petite—it’s a match made in heaven. “Jessica’s body is a miracle,” Eva enthused in prefight. “Nobody’s working harder in the gym than Simpson right now and it shows. There isn’t an inch of that girl that isn’t in fighting trim and that shows you how serious she is about taking my titles. Even sitting on the other side of the dais, I can feel the heat coming off her and I know this is going to be a war!” Simpson flying high with new found physical confidence—release of “Dukes of Hazard” (DOH!) representing her final victory outside of the ring in a decade long struggle against the “Tyranny of Britney Spears”, at least in Jessi’s mind. “I feel like I’m finally coming into my own! The flyweight belts are the symbol of that for mew—beating Eva and taking over is the next step. I’m, going to end the suspense for Eva early—I’m taking the fight right to her and my own objective is to win the fight by knockout!” Every name flyweight in the biz present for the big fight—from Carter to Monaco to Marcil—rooting split right down the middle amongst pros. Jessica in heartpounding pink Dukes bikini—Eva in tan western motif bikini, long loqw ponytail: Krushers petition the ref beforehand to caution Longoria about whipping that ponytail against Jessica’s eyes.

 

R1: Simpsy hopping into battle, hands at chest height, jugs a-jumpin’, teeth bared—she bashes away HARD rights as Longoria pumps the jab, steps to her right, Simpsy clawing wide lefts to locate Eva, then hacking away righty again--Eva gritting her teeth, fitting tody straight right counters onto Jessica’s chin in slambang opening-moments action. SIMPSON GOES DOWN! Jessi blundering forward, eating Longoria rights—blonde scatters to all fours, scrambles up and presses into the ref as he tries to check her out. Resume: Eva right hand under her chin as she hooks Simpsy’s tanned midsection—Jessica twists into a tugging left on the point of the chin and EVA SCOOTS TO HER REAR! Longoria with stunned, stricken expression picks herself up—legs look a little shabbier than Jessica’s did when blonde got dumped. ON COMES SIMPSON! Jessica POURING herself at Eva—hopping in with a furious, jamming right hand on the ear, pushing at Eva’s shoulders and clubbing her hooks., Longoria hard pressed, right under chin, left across her body—she’s bending forward and back at the waist, riding out sheets of whistling blonde leather. Left hook Longoria—JESSICA’S BUZZED! Simpson’s knees lock up—she stomps around in fence post—Longoria goes FIERCELY to body—limber limbs licking at paunch to put Jessi’s butt in ropes. Simpson huuurrrrrrt—groaning, ASAHEN Faced—she reaches woozily to clinch and LONGORIA ROMPS TO JUG! Eva’s elbows in, getting up into that rack with sexy shoulder shrugs—punches traveling no more than a few inches as Longoria picks up Jessica’s whoppers with short-chugging mayhem! Bell: Jessi blubbering, making a whimpering, glugging noise in her throat—Longoria pulled off her foe as ref has to enforce the break.

 

R2: OH THEY CLANG AWAY! Jessica’s body recovering well—she launches herself like a little blonde ballistic missile –hell bent on doing right hand damage. Jess responding to corner instructions during the break, now aiding her pressure with a stubby little jab, just trying to locate and stabilize Longoria so the short right hand can land. Eva soaking up chop on her jaw, staggering under the blows, but gamely lathering back—brunette recognizing she’s got to force Simpson to give her room to operate. Furious back and forth—Jessica bludgeoning in with short right hands, a wider hook: Longoria in and out with sliding rights/gutting left uppercuts amidships, shifting her weight front foot to back as she gets off. LONGORIA GOES DOWN! Accumulation of cudgeling Simpson leather on chin finally settles into Eva’s backside and knees—she’s wonky, wobbly butt, disorganized before finally hopping to all fours at Jessica’s feet. Simpsy hooting, lifting her mitts and strutting off—treating Eva to a shot of triumphant pink clad buttock which is enough to get Longoria rapidly off the deck. Resume: girls trade HOWITZER right hands—Longi bending into her shot and ducking down—both come back hooks and JESSICA SCOOTS TO HER BACKSIDE! Simpson ragdoll, eyes foggy, head now lolling—she rolls stiffly to her right hip and gingerly rises for 8. Longoria reeling in the neutral corner, barely escaping another knockdown herself in the exchanges—both girls hurt as ref shouts “FIUGHT!” Deep breaths, then both dive in—now increasingly available for the other’s leather. Longoria soaking up Jessica’s right hand with a dazed, wounded expression. Simpson badly shaken by licking whip-mitt hooks against her tummy, across her chin. Eva’s legs shaking as she steps right, looking to corkscrew her right fist through Jessica’s high guard like fitting a key into keyhole at the bell.

 

R3: Pace slackens—but still furious in stop-and-go bursts. Simpson coming forward, hands up at her eyebrows—she’s trying to chop her jab Kilcher-style, dip and bob sider to side, get close and work off Longoria’s chest. Eva’s stepping to her right, left hand low—she’s walking Jessica into intercepting rights—Eva twisting the mitt upon delivery, threading it between Jessi’s gloves and grinding it cruelly against blonde’s face. Whenever Simpsy does get close, it’s a spasm of violence—Jessica battering at Eva’s ribs and skull, Longoria slashing and lashing back to beat back the attack.

 

R4,5,6: Damage piling up, girls breaking down., Legs’re holding up as chins are checked, but backsides are wobbling as girls take turns hurting each other. Simpson’s attack basic, but bold—she’s walking Eva down, jabbing to chest then crashing in over the top right hands, raking head and body hooks—really working Eva over along the ropes, Longoria’s ribs pink with punishment, but she’s doing her own good work: slick up-jab off the hip and a slashing right cross doing wonders on Jessica’s face and those gutting, succulent, rising lefts into Simpson’s glorious chassis maybe the most vicious punches of the fight. Both girls mugging jug when available, nestling in there shoulder to shoulder and scrub-chugging away tightly—just pumping, kneading little blows, lips parted to exhale whimpering, hot breaths inside. Corners increasingly concerned during the breaks: girls coming back ramshackle, glassy-eyed—trainers employing vigorous bicep and thigh messages, dousing their fighters with water, icing down swelling—it’s mindless good fun through 6.

 

R7: Girls trading tired rights and lefts midring, hook finds Longoria’s chin with stout tug—she blinks, stomps back on her heels, then stumbles to all fours in delayed reaction, Deep breaths Simpsy—she’s rallying herself--she’s had Eva down before and Longoria’s always gotten right back up to compete. Eva takes a shaky 8, staring bleakly—she waits at the ropes for Jessica to wade on in, Blonde pressing up, then working—Eva setting in ropes, stopping forward—Jessica leaning forward, working hard underneath. Simpson rubbing her head, pushing with her left hand—she’s ripping rugged right hands up into Eva’s sternum and ribs, paralyzing the lithe Latina. Eva’s jugs go on sale—Simpsy batting away short little hooks underneath, just a-swatting those babies aside. Little left uppercuts—Simpsy getting ‘em off the left foot while bobbing up, clipping Eva’s chin, swiveling her drowsy head. Longoria soaking, not answering back—systematic pounding has her humming and EVA TAKES A KNEE! Longoria glossy with hurt, waxen-eyed—she takes another 8, sinks sadly into ropes, Jessica open-mouthed, feeling the burn—she wades in with left at her side, right raised at her hip, just stepping, then turning into a curling right off Eva’s chest to start the bombardment. Licking left—Simpsy twisting, sweeping punch off her hip; clubbing right hacking Eva behind the head; left uppercut off the thigh, carving across Eva’s face; hacking right hand behind the head; clouting little hook on the ear doubled-down into a DIGGING left hook to liver—EVA GOES DOWN GROANING! OH that nasty, sinking liver shot—poor Longoria drifting to her knees face taut with gutshot agony—Simpsy staggers back and IT’S OVER! KO7 to the body for the winner and NEW flyweight champ—Jessica Simpson!

 

After: Longoria hugging a battered midsection, rocking on her haunches as the tears come—Simpson collapsing in the arms of her trainer and colleagues—it’s a dream come true. “It’s the Summer of Jessica all right,” quips one BLONDE! Rag wag, “but not Alba--SIMPSON! Who’da think Jess Simpson would triumph where Alba’s only disappointed?” Simpsy not as talented as Eva overall, but physically irresistible—blonde simply forced brunette to fight until nothing was left tonight. Longoria bleak and devastated as her belts are handed to Simpson—blonde’s ring-strut a jiggling pink dagger in her heart—Eva finally looking away, unable to bear it any longer. Littlest Krusher delivers as once again, that venerable stable starts to quietly collect trinkets en route to global domination.

 

Reposted by Archer 6/9/13.

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