18 April 2003 Salma Hayek vs Reese Witherspoon
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18 APRIL 2003 SALMA HAYEK VS REESE WITHERSPOON
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Posted by Simguy on 4/18/2003, $:38 pm
Before: Reese looking to take the Hayek test—daunting Latina generally only called out by girls looking to enter title contention, Witherspoon thinks it’s her turn. “She can be hurt,: sneers a non-plussed Salma. “I don’t know who she thinks she is, this Reese Witherspoon, but she s not ready for Salma Hayek.” Bettors agree—Salma coming off a big win, most think she’ll keep I going while continuing to orbit Natalie P on her throne. Salma in red bikini, Reese in black.
During R1: Witherspoon shutout—here’s how she does it: Tight guard, compact stance, Lead right hands, bending in and down on follow-through. Busy hooks to Laina liver, flank, Brawny shoulder bumps keeping Hayek off balance, blonde negotiating brunette to the ropes and touching her all over.
R2: Shutout Hayek. Much harder punching than Reese was doing, Hayek arching her back to bang repeated gancha hooks against Witherspoon’s liver, doubling the blonde over, Hayek with her chin in Reese’s hair, working rapidly underneath, punishing blonde breadbasket and breasts, doubling up the left uppercut off left hook to the body. Witherspoon chin and body checked in a tough round—she’s sent wincing to her stool.
R3: Two way trade as girls settle in comfy with one another. Shoulder to shoulder, girls raking each other with hooks, right hand tight across breasts or at the cheek to block. Hayek separates herself late, punching with and beating Reese to the hook on the teeth—blonde’s legs spasm and sge falls in to clinch, Hayek shrugging her foe off with a shoulder butt in the mouth, multiple whacking hooks sick to the waistline—Reese folding hurt against the ropes, just digging in to ride it out at the bell.
R4: Reese won’t punk! Salma obviously looking to stearmoll after emerging dominant in the third—she runs in a blizzard of crafty blonde lead right hands, pivots to the right and pesky come-along hooks under the chin. Hayek bobbing at the waist, arms crossed against her body, lands sporadically but can’t press Reese up against the ropes for sustained punishment.
R5: Reese wins the first back to back rounds—mixing up the punches a little stepping out on Hayek a little, turning her. Reese will give little shoulder-shimmy, come with the cheeky right uppercut on the chin, cap it with a cuffing hook on the chops, spin-move left. Reese will shoot the right straight into Salma’s sternum, then pick her up saucy left uppercut—doubling it to catch Hayek by surprise. Pretty, compact, effective punching in combination for irreverent blonde.
R6; Hayek adjusting, using the jab to unsettle Reese, ruin blonde’s lead right and shocking Witherspoon with biting little right hands straight down the pike. Hayek coming forward, putting punches together—as Reese gets pre-occupied upstairs, Salma dips her shoulder to rip hooks at exposed liver. Bruising shutout Hayek—this thing’s close on the cards, but Hayek’s landing the harder shots punch for punch.
R7: Series of grueling exchanges, very sharp, crisp trade and Reese socks a lot of people by getting better of it, Witherspoon not punching as hard as Salma, but she’s nie and quick inside, bouncing right hands off Hayek’s face, getting that dusky midriff with buy hooks and changing the angle. Hayek showing no respect, marching right through the heat, disdainful of Witherspoon’s power—but blonde banking rounds with pop-gun leather.
R8: Hayek imposes herself. Steady clubbing pressure against blonde hips and arms whittles down the ring, puts Reese’s back to the ropes, Hayek reaching in under Witherspoon’s arms, chesting the girl upright, then pulling out to dig at the midsection. Hayek scrubbing her head hard against Reese’ face, palming the biceps back—Latina applying boa-constrictor pressure as she pins ‘Spoon down and beats her up
R9: Shutout Salma Hayek. She’s getting Reesey on the ropes quicker, working her longer--brunette very methodical as she doles out the punishment. Sleepiness in Witherspoon’s eyes—she’s covering up. Laying over on one side or the other, trying to blunt the pain. Hayek romping bell to bell an she’s got a bounce in her step, glint in her eye en-route to her corner.
R10: Hayek tidies up on Reese—firm slam-the-door shutout tenth, Witherspoon all used up, offering nothing back—she’s digging in at the ropes and defending her tender body from attack. Hayek the tireless bully, trying to pry apart the guard with her head between the mitts, palms on Reese’s biceps, slapping and scrounging at at Witherspoon’s ribs and aching stomach, Body-punchig has Reese wilting forward—Salma’s getting some nice clipping uppercuts off the face at the bell.. Comes back competitive but decisive UD10.
After: Reese badly used, achy and stiff as she’s tended to in her corner—blonde put up a hell of fight, but Hayek in championship form ate her up late. “It’s time for me,” proclaims Hayek in postfight, “I want the belts around my waist and the crown upon my head. I’ve beaten everyone there is, there is only Portman left. Natalie you cannot run forever. Fight me.”
Archer
Reposted 9/27/21.
Posted by Simguy on 4/18/2003, $:38 pm
Before: Reese looking to take the Hayek test—daunting Latina generally only called out by girls looking to enter title contention, Witherspoon thinks it’s her turn. “She can be hurt,: sneers a non-plussed Salma. “I don’t know who she thinks she is, this Reese Witherspoon, but she s not ready for Salma Hayek.” Bettors agree—Salma coming off a big win, most think she’ll keep I going while continuing to orbit Natalie P on her throne. Salma in red bikini, Reese in black.
During R1: Witherspoon shutout—here’s how she does it: Tight guard, compact stance, Lead right hands, bending in and down on follow-through. Busy hooks to Laina liver, flank, Brawny shoulder bumps keeping Hayek off balance, blonde negotiating brunette to the ropes and touching her all over.
R2: Shutout Hayek. Much harder punching than Reese was doing, Hayek arching her back to bang repeated gancha hooks against Witherspoon’s liver, doubling the blonde over, Hayek with her chin in Reese’s hair, working rapidly underneath, punishing blonde breadbasket and breasts, doubling up the left uppercut off left hook to the body. Witherspoon chin and body checked in a tough round—she’s sent wincing to her stool.
R3: Two way trade as girls settle in comfy with one another. Shoulder to shoulder, girls raking each other with hooks, right hand tight across breasts or at the cheek to block. Hayek separates herself late, punching with and beating Reese to the hook on the teeth—blonde’s legs spasm and sge falls in to clinch, Hayek shrugging her foe off with a shoulder butt in the mouth, multiple whacking hooks sick to the waistline—Reese folding hurt against the ropes, just digging in to ride it out at the bell.
R4: Reese won’t punk! Salma obviously looking to stearmoll after emerging dominant in the third—she runs in a blizzard of crafty blonde lead right hands, pivots to the right and pesky come-along hooks under the chin. Hayek bobbing at the waist, arms crossed against her body, lands sporadically but can’t press Reese up against the ropes for sustained punishment.
R5: Reese wins the first back to back rounds—mixing up the punches a little stepping out on Hayek a little, turning her. Reese will give little shoulder-shimmy, come with the cheeky right uppercut on the chin, cap it with a cuffing hook on the chops, spin-move left. Reese will shoot the right straight into Salma’s sternum, then pick her up saucy left uppercut—doubling it to catch Hayek by surprise. Pretty, compact, effective punching in combination for irreverent blonde.
R6; Hayek adjusting, using the jab to unsettle Reese, ruin blonde’s lead right and shocking Witherspoon with biting little right hands straight down the pike. Hayek coming forward, putting punches together—as Reese gets pre-occupied upstairs, Salma dips her shoulder to rip hooks at exposed liver. Bruising shutout Hayek—this thing’s close on the cards, but Hayek’s landing the harder shots punch for punch.
R7: Series of grueling exchanges, very sharp, crisp trade and Reese socks a lot of people by getting better of it, Witherspoon not punching as hard as Salma, but she’s nie and quick inside, bouncing right hands off Hayek’s face, getting that dusky midriff with buy hooks and changing the angle. Hayek showing no respect, marching right through the heat, disdainful of Witherspoon’s power—but blonde banking rounds with pop-gun leather.
R8: Hayek imposes herself. Steady clubbing pressure against blonde hips and arms whittles down the ring, puts Reese’s back to the ropes, Hayek reaching in under Witherspoon’s arms, chesting the girl upright, then pulling out to dig at the midsection. Hayek scrubbing her head hard against Reese’ face, palming the biceps back—Latina applying boa-constrictor pressure as she pins ‘Spoon down and beats her up
R9: Shutout Salma Hayek. She’s getting Reesey on the ropes quicker, working her longer--brunette very methodical as she doles out the punishment. Sleepiness in Witherspoon’s eyes—she’s covering up. Laying over on one side or the other, trying to blunt the pain. Hayek romping bell to bell an she’s got a bounce in her step, glint in her eye en-route to her corner.
R10: Hayek tidies up on Reese—firm slam-the-door shutout tenth, Witherspoon all used up, offering nothing back—she’s digging in at the ropes and defending her tender body from attack. Hayek the tireless bully, trying to pry apart the guard with her head between the mitts, palms on Reese’s biceps, slapping and scrounging at at Witherspoon’s ribs and aching stomach, Body-punchig has Reese wilting forward—Salma’s getting some nice clipping uppercuts off the face at the bell.. Comes back competitive but decisive UD10.
After: Reese badly used, achy and stiff as she’s tended to in her corner—blonde put up a hell of fight, but Hayek in championship form ate her up late. “It’s time for me,” proclaims Hayek in postfight, “I want the belts around my waist and the crown upon my head. I’ve beaten everyone there is, there is only Portman left. Natalie you cannot run forever. Fight me.”
Archer
Reposted 9/27/21.