PPV 2

Posted by Simguy on 6/27/2008, 6:19 pm.

(Ed.Note: Imagine a few weeks passing between PPVs—allows me to get Jlo and Bell/Ryan in quick again)

Before: “Lopez never has been all that stable,” Mariah quips in prefight, clearly enjoying her big-woman status in this match up. ‘I’ll smash her—ruin her: she’s crazy if she thinks she can take my punch. Putting the finishing touch to Jennifer Lopez is what I’m, all about—I cannot WAIT for this fight., IF the girl actually shows up!” Lopez stern at the mic: she’s the underdog, but she’s determined to bring Mimi down. “I believe I’m the perfect fighter to take Mariah apart,” says Lopez at the podium. “I’m built to get inside her sloppy swinging, and I’m the sturdy inside, hard to budge. She’ll be full of herself early, trying t knock me out—but when the minutes pile up and I’m taking it out if her paunch and knocker—we’ll see how tuff she is, I will beat Mariah down and stop her if I can. Jlo is back baby, and I can’t think of a better way of proving that than by laying Carey DOWN!” Lopez in midnight blue bra and panties and full coverage panties; blonde ponytail with bangs framing face; white gloves. Carey in green bikini with gold filigree; dirty-blonde curls; white gloves.

R1: Jlo quickly to the inside, reaching under Mariah’s arms, bodying her to ropes. Lopez fighting off Mariah’s chest: Carey grimacing as she works hard to tie up with armlocks, headlocks, Lopez squirming to wriggle free and get off—she’s cuffing paunch, scrubbing jug, clubbing face in between wrestling sessions. Lopez’s tremendous glutes anchoring her: Carey constantly pushed up against ropes, unable to power her way free: plenty of tummy to tummy squirming as Lopez denies Mariah space and freedom, plastering leather to every availabke inch of Mimi’s decadent flesh.

R2: Jlo with a looping overhand right, bounces haymaker off forehead, buckling Mimi’s knees early. Carey staggering backward with arms outstretched, eyes panicky: Lopez weaving forward in a slugger’s crouch, sweeping a sidearm right onto Carey’s paunch., forcing her ropes. Jen pushes in, rough with her head under Mimi’s chin: Carey grimacing with the effort of managing the jiggling weight of Lopez on her chest. Jen pushing, bullying—yanking her arms free of Mariah’s grapples, then jamming away with fists or forearms to jug, ribs, tummy. Midway through, Carey jams a tight right uppercut through to chin; eats a plowing right to chin as Jennifer refuses to go away. Beefy, banging good time: Mariah twisting side to side, tightening up her stroke to bash lefts and rights off Jen’s head and shoulders; Lopez ducking on the spot, staying compact, whacking away at paunch and jug, bodying up when necessary to keep Mariah’s back to ropes.

R3: Carey prodding an awkward jab—thumb pointing down as she rubs Jen’s face: just enough poke tyo get a little distance. Lopez bobbing and weaving her way through—gets caught up swinging away with haymakers from distance, eats a slamming right to mouth that nearly puts her on her back. Carey forward big-girl: palming Jen’s shoulders, shoving her back; walking her down; bashing away at arms and flanks. Ropes: Jen’s back to strands this time; Carey palming to keep Lopez pinned, then bashing away crude, but effective wallop. Lopez’s face going groggy: she’s ducking—keeping her right under her chin, left across her tummy, just trying to ride out the thump. Bell: Carey buries a cheap insurance right to the pit of Lopez’s belly, sitting Jen into ropes with a cry.

R4: Jen heroically forward—slugging out of her crouch as she weaves forward bouncing mitts off Mariah’s arms, jugs, Carey forced to ropes, scowling as she reaches for Jen, pulling the shorter woman into her chest: wrestling results as Lopez squirms to free up and get off. Slowly but surely, straining against Carey’s bulk starting to tell on Jen: she’s being controlled now—Mariah riding the left hand behind Jen’s head, clouting and cuffing assay cheap rights while holding—ref shouting warnings. Mariah able to reach in around Jen’s ribs and twist her intoi ropes to reverse field; Lopez fighting HER back to ropes more and more often as Carey tummies up. Mariah systematically bludgeoning the arms and fleshy pecs of her rival—deliberately looking to hamper Jen’s offensive operations for the duration.

R5: Jen shows savvy, ups the tempo, changes tackl. Jlo forward in her bobbing crouch, constantly moving her head, looking to duck under Mariah’s punches midring and swing away to Carey’s expensive gut. Mariah grunting as Jen snatches the body—bigger girl trying to take shorter vixen’s head off with lumbering haymakers, missing over the top. Jen sidestepping after scoring downstairs—even pumping a Jewel Kilcher-style jamming jab—just keeping Mariah occupied as Jen finds fresh angles. Lopez content to circle midring, swing lustily to paunch, then come back with tidy hooks flank and jug. Carey huffing and puffing, can’t blow her little piggy’s door down this round.

R6: Carey with that weird, prodding, thumb-down jab: she catches Jen in the left eye, temporarily stunning her: HUGE right cross detonates against Jen’s jaw as she’s trying to blink away the hurt. Lopez ROCKED—stomping—stomping in fence post holes, glutes wobbling out of control, the mighty cheeks clapping against each other as she stamps about. Somehow, Lopez stumbles to ropes, but she’s damaged goods: big Mariah stomps in, palms Jen upright, then proceeds to issue a legendary beatdown. Hard to watch—Jen’s face screaming at ringside as Carey batters their idol: Lopez slumped against ropes, covered up earmuff, shipping the beating of a lifetime. Carey crude, but just slopping bashing right hands in above Jen’s left hip. Batting hook shiver off the right side, palm-pushes straighten Jen out, rendering her tummy vulnerable, then her face as her guard drops. Carey snarls as she pours it to Jen’s rack, slugging the guard out of the way to get at the tender meat beneath. On and on: poor Lopez bobbing sulkily on the spot, sitting in the ropes or leaning drowsily back into them. Bell: Carey sobbing for air, body trembling with slugger’s exhaustion. Goes 10-8 for the sheer weight of leather thrown, but Lopez woozily defiant, refusing to bend the knee.

R7: Lopez a battered, puffy-eyed wreck, but she’s the shambling aggressor as Mariah’s mouthbreathing. Midring, Carey rides the left arm round behind Jen’s head, pulling Lopez into her chest: Lopez reaches around Mariah’s ribs, stepping her steadily to ropes. Groggy pushing and writhing as Jen works to maul Mimi ropeside, grimly plowing paunch, then worming her head free of Mariah’s brawny clutches. Sweaty work—girls gasping, drowsy, but Lopez doggedly on her girl—scoring with shoulders or forearms when proper punching’s not available. Mariah bludgeoned, beaten into stupor: Jen pounding the bigger woman’s arms as well as head and body, distributing all-over punishment.

R8: Jen bobs her away in—Mariah accepts her to chest—Lopez walks Mariah to ropes, Carey whining, badly fatigued—she’s constantly holding and hitting, tying up. Headlocking—making it all about tummies and flesh inside. Jen head down, fighting off the clavicle: she’s pumping away to paunch when she can;’ squirming to jam away to chest and chin when Carey’s not tying up. After frequent ref’s breaks—Jen works her way in behind pounding blows to Mariah’s biceps: cunning strategy reduces Carey’s effective punching—turning her into clincher. Grinding Lopez pressure starting to break Mariah down psychologically: bigger girkl bursts into sniveling tears at the bell, complaining about throbbing ribs and aching tummy to her corner.

R9: Again, Carey can’t hold her ground, can’t get back off the ropes. Jen fighting off Mariah’s chest, squirming in the grasp, shrugging off the odd clout while being held, constantly cuffing, clouting, jamming and pounding away in big-girl beef. Ref’s breaks reveal a tired and shabby Mariah who lounges against ropes, dragging in breath with her hands at her sides as Jen regroups, then wades back on in with with gloves at her chin. Jen keeping her elbows in, crouching down as Mariah wraps up around the head and shoulders: easy for Jen to work paunch underneath as poor Mimi groans in pain. Bell: Jen pumping right hand after right hand into Mariah’s belly as Carey’s arms lightly hug about Jen’s shoulders. Mariah weepy, cheeks shiny with tears as ref moves in.

R10: Fatigue finally showing up in Jen’s legs and glutes: she squirms inside, but can’t walk Mariah back as big girl firms. Carey now clinching, then pushing Jen off, taking a deep brteath, and walking her down. Mariah prodding out her jab, then clubbing the right: Lopez ducking, but starting to give ground rather than come forward. Jen fighting back in spots, featuring a vicious hook to Mariah’s ribs and waist that has the big girl barking in pain—but Carey willing herself forward, finally beating respect out of Jen. Lopez doing a good job turning at the ropes, walking around Carey: Jen knows she can’t withstand another sustained bombardment on the apron. Jen walking Carey into clinches around the ribs, hugging tight for ref’s breaks. Mariah allowing the clinches, wasting previous time just as it appears Lopez is breaking down. Goes to the cards, comes back slender one point duke—Jennifer Lopez!

After: Carey bursting into tears, stamping her foot and sending a glorious tremble through her disappointing breasts. Lopez bursting into tears—every inch of her torso tender and bruised: it’s easily her finest hour in a boxing ring as she goes toe to toe and outworks Mariah for the duke. “I’m…I’m…” Lopez sobbing incoherently, waves off the amera—she’s simply overcome by the moment.

Reposted by Archer 3/14/14.