Maxim Lightweight Title

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Posted by simguy on 7/7/2006, 10:57 pm.


Before: Jones happy to defend against a woman she considers "pure chocolate" - Catherine infamous for her relish in putting down Richards boxing or wrestling. Denise coming into this fight fitter than she's been in YEARS, popping a confident double-bicep on the scales and showing no signs of underdog mentality in prefight. "I'm actually light for this fight," Denise gushes to reporters, "and much lighter than Tubby Jones. Catherine's never had abs like these (pulls up red tank top to show a firm set) in her entire life. I'm just going to come in here and run her out of the ring with sheer fitness - she's never seen me like this. I'm taking Jones' title and I'll tell you this: it's gonna be easy!" Denise in red string bikini (recent magazine cover) blonde hair. CZJ in bright baby blue bikini, long black hair. White gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Thoughtful Jones working behind her jab early - prodding D in her guard or mouth, stepping sharply left, parting Denise's breasts a poke - and so on. Richards aggressively forward, covering up to block poke, but walking through punches she doesn't parry - blonde on a mission to close distance and work. Late the round, Richards gets to the Zeta Jones flanks - good muscular pummelling dished out as Catherine rides it out face-in-gloves at the ropes.

R2: Denise aggressively forward again - smaller vixen acting like the bigger beauty as she makes the fight. Scooting footwork - rapid jabbing helps D apply pressure - Jones having problems turning the blonde as Richards comes forward so busy. Midway through, Richards able to catch Jones backing straight up - right hand/left hook startles Catherine, staggering her into the ropes. Tuff two-way slogging late as Denise squares up shoulder to shoulder, beating Jones stoutly amidships: Jones right hand at her left cheek, left across her gut, blocks shots on her body, swats back in crowd-pleasing exchanges to bell.

R3: Jones sliding to her right, moving her head, dragging the front (left) foot - keeping the jab on Denise and looking to counter. Richards brawling - coming forward, dukes at her chest, clubbing shots aggressively, albeit with low accuracy. Midway through, paydirt for champ: Zeta J bends in a short counter-right, beating Richards' right to the mark and buckling blonde knees. Denise hurt, stepping in fence post holes with a sticken expression: Jones lights her up a vicious left uppercut mitt-splitter, hooking off the shot to put Denise wobbly butt. Richards' tremendous conditioning a real factor here - those same shots dropped and even stopped D in her previous encounters with CZJ. Richards able to ride them out now, even returning fire to back Jones up down the stretch.

R4: Jones cuter, classier, but she can't shake Denise: Richards' constant onslaught creating more toe-to-toe situations as CZJ is forced to slug, shoulder-to-shoulder. Girls take turns: D covers up as Jones pounds a very firm Richards' tummy, stout ribs; Jones covers up as Denise rips pasty British gut, tucks into pale CZJ flanks. Down the stretch, GORGEOUS Richards left uppercut from in close pounds back Jones' face, putting champ wobbly butt. Hardest punch of the fight so far has Catherine tottering in fence post holes, desperate to keep her face covered up as Richards swings away downstairs. Crowd roaring, Richards BEAMING as she slams away left/right/left/right, shivering Jones on the spot at the bell. Ref pushes his way in - Jones tosses a bitter cheap right hand late - BUT DENISE SEES IT - slips under it and HOOKS CZJ ON THE CHIN! Ringing blast sends Jones reeling to ropes, nearly dropped - ref pushing Denise back, reading her the riot act, but Denise unrepentant. Dose of Jones' own medicine from a pumped up Denise Richards!

R5: Zeta J finally gets the timing right - sliding back in front of Denise, batting her cute check-hooks as Richards storms forward - just at the apron, Jones leans into a crashing right on the chin to stagger D on the spot. Firm follow up to gut - CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! punching as Jones grimly steps forward, bodypunching Richards into retreat. D grimacing, on her heels - she shows earmuff, tilts forward behind her mitts: Jones squirming in close, keeping her shoulder in Richards' chest, working the tummy, rib and tits with hardhearted scrub. This is just Jones stepping D around, clouting and clubbing at her - nothing back from Richards as she groggily takes a lashing. Down the stretch, Jones with a nifty left uppercut off the left (front) foot pops Denise's drowsy head up - follow on hook DIGS to liver, crumpling Richards with a wretched gasp to all fours! CZJ chest heaving, mouth open - she's exhausted but well rewarded for her labours with a turning-point 10-8 fifth.

R6: Richards shakes off the beating, refuses to let this thing slide away from her. Right back in Jones' grill - D pushing her head in between Jones' gloves; D reaching in under Jones' arms and walking her around; D pulling at Jones' arms, pushing at her torso and slugging, slugging, slugging. Denise's punching often little more than arm-chugging, but it's CONSTANT - Jones frowning, covered up more than half of the time to blunt the drip, drip, drip of D's lather. Mouth-on-shoulder - Richards able to come forward - Jones grimly giving up canvas in miserly fashion, but she just can't match blonde work rate through 6.

R7: Jones pivots right - putting Denise between her and the ref - then dips in close to tuck a smutty right hand square to Richards' quivering loins. Moist bark of pain from Denise - butt back, arms draped around Catherine's neck as blonde folds hurt into brunette embrace: Jones pivots to turn Denise, then packs her into ropes for scrumptuous beating. Catherine on Denise - head bumping, shoulders rubbing, fists pumping - Richards gurgling under the onslaught as she sits and soaks on the strands. Good minute's worth of trudging work - Jones fists beating at blonde body in rhythmic pulses - but by the final minute, Richards has once again shaken it off and is coming forward! Jones gassed, retreating grudgingly behind a high guard: Richards busted up but furious, stepping into walloping shellack from her hips as she wades in Gatti style at the bell.

R8: Immediate repraisal - payback punch in the crotch doubles Jones over with a soccer-player's histrionics - she's moaning and rubbing and carrying on to bring the ref in PRONTO! Richards pushing against the man and screaming at his interference: ref calmly gives her a yellow card, shushes away her complaints and gives Jones plenty of time to recover. Catherine glaring over her left shoulder at Denise, right hand on top rope as brunette takes deep breaths - then it's back to the salt mines as Richards scoots in, forces forehead-to-forehead confrontation. Denise moving her hands so much, she's working for pennies a punch: Jones crossing her arms, pouting, being sullen, tieing up and quibbling petulantly with the ref while clinching D - Catherine just doesn't like the driving pace Denise is insisting on tonight.

R9: Jones barely off her stool when Denise piles in - blonde driving brunette to ropes, fighting off Jones' chest with a steady, thumping pulse of non-stop punching! Catherine ashen faced, snarling as she rides left across her body, holds right against her left cheek - trying to twist her torso to absorb the shock. Denise leaning in, bravely giving away her chin if Catherine wants it: Richards dig-dig-digging at trembling paunch; bruising up those spoiled arms; jamming away to jug; batting at expensive flank. Jones taking it up against the ropes, pushed and bullied as Richards' sleek new chassis just keeps pouring on the leather - Jones visibly wilting not so much from the power but from the constant heat from Denise's kitchen. By the bell, Catherine looks out on her feet, slumped to a seat in the ropes, arms crossed against her tummy and chest, eyes shut tight as Richards keeps up a mindless chugging. During the break, an exhausted, utterly used-up Jones can't go on - she tells her trainer to throw in the towel, awarding victory, and the championship to Denise Richards! Denise Richards ladies and gentlemen, stoppage via submission, R9.

After: Jones leaves to jeers from the Richards' camp - some in the audience throwing plastic beer cups at the haughty mega-celeb as she stomps bare-foot and angry-butt up the aisle, security preventing Tractorpull reporters from getting in her face to ask the hard questions. Richards resplendent - she came in whippet fit, outworked Jones and ultimately discouraged her into quitting - it's the greatest win of Denise's career and makes her champion once again. "It's a tremendous thrill," a puffy and sore, but exultant Denise declares in the ring. "Beating Catherine is so huge for me, but taking a title from her? Nothing compares to that. Absolutely nothing. She tried everything - she worked my bottoms, she was rough in the clinches - but I was rougher and I wasn't going away. I really need to thank my trainer and manager - they stuck by me through so much, they always believed in me and I'm so happy I could deliver a championship to them after all our sacrifices!"

But what of Zeta Jones? Determined Tractorpull stalkers manage to sneak into the private dressing room and catch a distraught Jones sitting on a bench, face in her hands, weeping piteously in her bikini - like any ingenue on the strip beaten out of a bit part or told she just doesn't have it by some witless studio exec. Rare moment of humanity from Jones - who normally tightly controls her public image: the title meant SO much to her; dominating Denise meant so much - and now everything's upside down.


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