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Post by Archer on Mar 17, 2017 13:27:50 GMT -6
Jeri Ryan vs Jamie Luner
Posted by simguy on 6/28/2003, 7:53 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)_
Before: Jamie Luner's a name most girls want no part of - but not Jeri Ryan. "I don't know," says Jeri, "for some reason I've always felt very comfortable in there against Jamie. She's a quality fighter, don't get me wrong, but I just feel like any time we get together, I'm the better woman." Luner a rangy boxer puncher similar in approach to Ryan, could just be a case of Jeri doing the same things, only a wee bit better all around. Ryan looking to shake the funk, get back on a winning track - dangerous Luner the kind of name a girl can build on with a win. Luner in black bra and panties, Jeri in red bikini.
During R1: Patient, upright boxing midring - girls on flat feet, prodding each other the jab, stepping economically left. First minute, Ryan feathering the jab at Luner's eyes to screen, steps into that whistling short right hand on the chin - magic in Jamie's legs as red head legs give at the knee. Luner clinching up around Ryan's neck - Jeri hammering the rib cage with hardworking lefts and rights to drive Luner ropeside for a break. Girls back to midring, Jamie walking right, clearing her head - she stops, leans into a slinging right hand, NAILS Jeri over her outstretched left. Luner hopping in off Jeri's left shoulder, carrying a short left into the chin, then hacking down over Jeri's left shoulder with the short right and RYAN GOES DOWN! Jeri cut at the hairline, eyes wide, glassy as she sits on her rump - she's up swaying for 8! ON COMES JAMIE! Luner double-dabbing that jab to the nose, getting Jeri's elbows up then LICKING a vicious right hand amidships! Forlorn cry of agony from Jeri as she buckles forward, slumping to a seat in the ropes and JAMIE HELPS HERSELF! Luner looming over her girl, clubbing the flanks and kidneys, dipping her shoulders and bringing the palms of her hands up tuff into Jeri's splendid jugs. RYAN TAKES A KNEE! Jeri huuuuurt, trembling, beats the count once again, but she's DONE at the ropes. Final stretch, Luner marauding in to finish and JERI CLOCKS HER A WIDE RIGHT HAND BEHIND THE EAR! Luner stupified, staggered face first into the ropes - Ryan going at her back with a series of spanking right hands, stiffening the red head as she turns, falls in to clinch. Crowd on it's feet, both girls unravelling in the face of brutal punishment, eyelashes fluttering, mouths open.
R2: Cautious first minute, both girls fighting hurt, both badly stung in a blistering opening round. End of the first minute - Ryan's getting her range with the jab, banging it off Jamie's guard and left shoulder. Jeri steps in nimble, bends into a quick hook, helping herself to chin with plenty of elbow on follow-through, then turns into a shivering right, swivelling Jamie's head. LUNER'S HURT! Jamie tottering backwards in stupor - Jeri crouching, scuttling forward, shoving a hateful right hand straight into the body to send Luner groaning into the ropes. Jeri scooting forward, another straight right hand crippler to the midsection setting up the HOOK! Chin shot a cracking beauty - big head snap Luner, she poses for a moment out on her feet, swaying in the wind - Ryan helps her to canvas with a little shoulder shove. Jamie rolling to her back, face blissfully blank - it's SO over. KO2 Jeri Ryan.
After: Ryan on spaghetti legs, but happy - dicey back and forth saw both women ship a dime's worth of hurt in 5 heartpounding minutes. Luner goes out to Ryan again and is distraught when she comes around - Jeri just finding a way to get by the tough redhead, disappointing her dreams of another top 10 birth. In the ring, reporter asks Jeri if she's aware that she more than any other name is ruining Jamie's legacy, keeping the redhead down and maybe out of the history books. "That's boxing," Ryan replies. "I realize Jamie's not getting any younger and I'm kind of slamming the door in her face, but hey: when people read about MY career down the road, she'll get a mention." Wink, smile. Ouch.
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Post by Archer on Mar 17, 2017 13:29:46 GMT -6
Catherine Zeta Jones vs Jeri Ryan
Posted by simguy on 7/18/2003, 5:55 am.
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: Marquee match up at light - Jones the mega-name, but she's had problems with statuesque Jeri in the past. "Jeri's everything Jones doesn't want in an opponent," notes one 'Noir' contributing editor. "Ryan's SO physical - Jones doesn't like that. Catherine likes to be the boss, be the intimidator both inside and outside the ring - Ryan's punching power negates all that. Thing is, Jones has all the tools she needs to give Ryan fits, but Catherine's got to fight this girl like she's just another blonde. No doubt about it - Jeri's inside Cathy's head a little bit and that's the attraction of this thing." Ryan in red bikini, CZJ in black push up, red bikini bottoms, low ponytail.
During R1: Jones tentative early, giving ground along the perimeter - Jeri the aggressor. Ryan sliding forward, dragging her back foot, chin tucked, belting out that ramming Joe Louis jab - shocking pop off Jones' guard and shoulders as she is herded to corners. Ryan stepping in, carrying a right hand short and flat to midriff, twisting hips to get the sidearm hook home - good, good body work doubling Jones up, shaking her thighs. CZJ easing into Jeri's chest to crowd, then spinning off, escaping, surviving, but not looking too confident in a shutout Ryan first.
R2: Jones sliding away, staying low, jabbing under Jeri's jab, edging to the right to circle away from Ryan's blockbuster right hand. Jeri still coming forward, but Catherine finding counters - she's getting a straight right beneath the heart, stepping to the side to avoid the receipt. CZJ also getting a thick hook in the right side - really laying it in there off a decoy one-two up top - Ryan posing for the shot with her guard high, shots are bending her frame, draining the tank a little. Jones punctuates the round with a delicious hesistation right hand over Jeri's low left - swiveling blonde head right at the bell. Jeri smirking, but tell tale sign of butt-wobble as she shuffles to her corner.
R3: Jones jabbing to the body, staying low, scooting to her right - footwork edge now apparent as Jeri wants to set and deliver, Jones won't let her. From the first minute - Jones is getting rich counter right hands, just timing them over Ryan's jab, tagging the chin, stepping away as the blonde stands upright, shakes off the shot, moves forward to reset. By the second minute - lusty, full blooded CZJ bombs on the chin are adding up - Jeri's legs look buttery, eyes lidded, hands at her chest. CZJ steps it up - goes to that body - thick, muscular hooks under the elbow that draw a cringe, Jeri drooping slightly. Jones pushes her left into the breasts to stabilize, stepping right and getting EVERYTHING into a walloping right across the jaw. CZJ bending in pretty, Ryan's head jolted hard to starboard and she is TOTTERING! Ryan swaying on the spot, staring, tilting and JONES LABELS HER ANOTHER RIGHT HAND! Jones misses a third crazy pinwheel shot as Ryan topples shoulder first into the mat - brunette trampling over top as the crowd roars and it's OVER! Ryan stunned on her back - KO3 Catherine Zeta Jones!
After: Jones plays Schmelling to Ryan's Louis, pulverizing chin with accurate counter rights, wreaking havoc on a distraught Ryan who recovers all goggle-eyed and weak kneed, distraught to discover she's been stopped in 3. The haughty supremacy of CZJ: villainous little smile, cool winks and cocky nods to her supporters, raising her index finger for cameras - she's basking in it. Heartless walk of shame as Ryan wobbles in crook of Jones right arm: CZJ thin smile, nuzzling into Jeri's neck, leaving her scent on this girl and luxuriating in the triumph.
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Post by Archer on Mar 17, 2017 13:32:16 GMT -6
Ashley Scott vs Jeri Ryan
Posted by simguy on 7/25/2003, 6:43 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: Ashley still crowing over her Halle busting moment - black silk-screened shirt depicting the walk - she's ready to do more of the same with FCBA elite, starting with Ryan. "I'm breaking out," says Scott, matter of fact, "Jeri's in my way. I'm anxious to beat Jeri while her name still means something - frankly she looks like damaged goods to me, but I'm sure a lot of people still think this is a step up in class for Ashley Scott." Right side of the dais, Ryan non-plussed at the youngster's bravado. "First, I FROWN and Halle Berry takes an 8 count - that KO of yours means nothing. Second, Halle's earned her stripes - you don't stop her late and lucky, then take her for a walk like you earned her. Third, it wasn't Halle who got exposed in that fight - everybody knows she can't take a lick - it was you. You got brass, I'll give you that, but you're in some serious trouble girl." Ashley in black push up, black velvet boy cut trunks brunette tousle, Jeri in red bikini.
During R1: Scott's made up her mind to go at Jeri a bit - both girls bouncy at the knee, light on their feet, but they're getting into power punching range, setting and cranking with vigor early. Jabs sparing, just to set the table - both want hard right hands, hooks, usually in tandem. Nice, brisk lather, spanking impacts - both girls turning into right hands so as to generate serious torque on the comeback hook. Scott a little busier, little lankier with her left hand - she's backing Jeri up at times, hopping forward with a cheeky double-pump hook in the side, chopping down righty on the face. Girls lean into grazing rights at the bell, twist back into vicious hooks - Ashley gets all of Jeri's tits and belts the blonde back on her heels with a pained expression.
R2: More of it - crowd tense as the girls aren't smothering each other, aren't avoiding each other - each getting into range where they can punch compact, but get enough snap and extension to be throwing their hardest on a consistent basis. Back and forth - Ashley with a chopping right to Jeri's left side and a snap-hook off the mouth - Jeri right back with two lanky lefts to the belly, short right hand on the chin. Round progresses - Ryan showing a little veteran savvy, bending forward on occasion to slip under Ashley's right, then straightening, leaning onto her back foot to slip the Scott hook - Jeri timing brunette punches and landing cleaner, more effective shots in return. Down the stretch, Jeri slips under Ashley's cross, licks a hook to the sternum that has the brunette glum at the bell.
R3: Searing two way action continues unabated. Surprising that neither girl's legs have trembled, nobody's been really shook up - leather being landed would be enough to convince a lot of lightweights to quit, or at least box. After a minute of already high pace, girls settle into a murderous rhythm of hurt and be hurt - trading long armed licks, beating each other's flanks, stroking jawlines, checking chins. Ryan getting the better of it with timely head movement, countering off the block, taking a step to the side and hooking from angles. Jeri just ripping her punches, setting down on rights, coiling, and torquing the hook back with slicing power to Ashley's midsection and jaw. Kid can't stand her ground - she's beaten ropeside for the first time under a series of Ryan hooks and rights body and head at the bell.
R4: Scott goes to the jab just a bit, using her legs a little more - she's stepping out, changing distance, fading Ryan's stick and creating opportunities. Now it's Jeri missing or landing poorly, getting picked up clean as Ashley steps in and out, times punches better, gets the clean looks at Ryan's chin. Scott routinely prettying Jeri up with an overhand right on the face, comeback hook on the jaw, little backhand jab while stepping to the side - Scotty loosening up and looking good. Down the stretch, Scott in a groove where she slips in low under Ryan's right, licks hooks to belly or slashes hooks to breasts and backs the blonde up. Jeri finishes up ropeside, face woozy with punishment as Scott gives a confident smirk at the bell.
R5: Furious, but controlled pace continues - girls aren't flailing, every shot has leverage and bad intentions. Two-beat spank punctuates the minutes - crowd treated to a sustained, lusty lather as the girls pitch rights to the body or head, twist back into withering hooks belly, tits and chin. Not a brawl in the technical sense - both girls well balanced, bending forward to slip punches and catch the other off the miss - it's just that they're totally committed to hurting each other, no messing around. Crowd starting to moan in sympathy when Ashley's hook bites and snaps off Jeri's body, or Ryan blunts the right hand on Scotty's jaw, knocking her back a step. Close round, but Ashley's busier, throwing and landing more - when a rare retreat occurs, it's usually Ryan regrouping under pressure.
R6: They step into each with heartless right hands low to left sides, come back with chin-clocking hooks and we're right back in the middle of a classy donnybrook. Pattern developing as Ashley shaves out a series of a little advantages. Scott more apt to jab, change position to set up her slugging - Ryan's looking a little scuffed up, still relentless, but she's not moving her head as well, prefering to stand in the pocket dukes up, ride out the punches and answer back hard. Ashley sticking the jab to belly and torso, leaning into right crosses - she's turning Jeri's head with clean grease on the jaw - Ryan taking it well, but judges can't miss it. Both girls consistently throwing hooks off right hands, but Ashley's got the timing of it, beating Ryan to the left, moving her - Jeri just soaking up a tremendous diet of Ashley Scott's hardest licks, round after round - youngster getting a confident look in dark eyes after 6.
R7: Had to happen sometime - Ashley slipping in under Jeri's right, back with the hooks - tearing at Jeri's vitals, checking her chin - Ryan soaking up bombs and her legs finally give way with a spasm. Ashley able to get a sweeping right clean on the jaw, stepping away with a big smile as Ryan tilts forward, then recovers - Ashley looking to cap blonde's night, steps in to heap on. Ryan covering up midring, buffetted from one foot to the other as Scott unleashes a barrage of wide lefts and rights - but Jeri's alert, rolling it and coming back with choppy rights off her temple, snappy hooks - she's picking Scott's face up and moving her back! Jeri getting stronger as Ash ships leather - blonde dips and stabs the right straight to the body, slips low to the left and comes back out of the crouch a little hopping hook to catch Scott going straight back. SCOTT TO THE ROPES HURT! Jeri hops in, dips down, pounds her right hand off the body, bending to the left on follow through to let Ashley's right sail over top then COMES BACK THE HOOK! HEAD SNAP ASHLEY! Scott goes ALL the way out on her feet, corkscrewing limp into the canvas and pooling at Jeri Ryan's feet. Sensational KO7 Jeri Ryan.
After: Wow. Ryan back to her corner emotionless, drained - face all slapped up and shiny, muscles in her stomach, on her ribs twitching from pain spasms, legs shaking with adrenaline - what a fight. Scott all boozy and fluttery coming around - no clue what happened to her as she gets a taste of the Ryan express. Ashley actually looking much better in this fight than she did against Halle - courageously trading with and competing against the hard blonde Ryan who's no stranger to last-woman standing type wars. Jeri's no friend of Halle, but pre-fight sentiments were authentic - Ryan helping herself to a groggy, stumbling Ashley Scott for a little post fight parade, just to show her what it's like. And knowing Samdog - maybe just a wee bit more.
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Post by Archer on Mar 17, 2017 13:35:26 GMT -6
Cameron Diaz vs Jeri Ryan
Posted by simguy on 8/30/2003, 9:29 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: Main-event blonde names square off in a classic style contrast - Diaz the ring general, Jeri the seek and destroy boxer/puncher. "I just have to be patient," says Ryan in prefight. "Girls like Cameron need to be walked down, you can't just get them all at once. Once she starts breathing hard, once I get my range, I'll start getting to Diaz and we'll see how she handles the heat." Cameron with a different take: "Legs baby - it's all about the legs. I'm too fast, too good for Jeri - my feet will keep her moving all night long and the poor girl won't know what to do. Maybe I won't end her with one punch - that's not my style - but don't be too surprised if this one doesn't go the distance. I loves me a come-forward girl who leads with her face like Ryan and I'll hurt a girl like that." Cam in BI battle dress, Jeri in red bikini.
During R1: Jeri jabbing off the hip, right at her chest or cheek, stepping in off the stick. Diaz roaming on the outside, hands low when she's at range, dropping in slick counter shots over either Jeri hand whenever Ryan gets off. Midway through, a chopping right over Ryan's jab has Jeri double-clutching - Diaz able to steal the round with a flurry of slapping, bewildering punches - brushing Jeri's tummy, slashing at her face. Ryan weathers it well, but she's standing tall, arms high to block, stationary as Cameron gets off pretty.
R2,3: Breezy Cam Diaz boxing - just working the ring, using her legs, putting pretty touches on Jeri as Ryan stalks forward. Ryan too stingy with her punches, trying to walk Cam down and unable to cut the ring off as a result - Cameron changing direction, lithe dancing footwork, then putting her weight on the front foot to pivot and jab, darting lead right hands. Diaz goes flat footed on occasion, covers up, leans in close, then pivots to the left - lets her slip Jeri's late right hands, changes up distance on Ryan and keeps her confused. Cam scoring all her points with sharp punching to Jeri's face - slapping rib work not debilitating - it's just there to confuse and harass Ryan, keep her guessing.
R4: Diaz picking spots to set down, using her legs to get position, lure Ryan forward and walk her into shots. Jeri coming forward, routinely getting nailed the straight right hand, left hook on the ear as Cam pivots to the left. Cam sliding back, fading Jeri's jab, then beating her to counter right uppercuts or crosses as Ryan steps forward to punch. Diaz never hanging around for the receipt - she's scoring, turning away. Down the stretch, beautiful Diaz right uppercut picks Jeri's head up hard. Diaz drops her left hand to her side, clouts Jeri a tight right on the mouth, eases in close with her left shoulder, steps to the right and picks Jeri up clean with the outside-in right uppercut from the oblique angle. Ryan put wobbly butt at the bell, stomping for balance - sunny smile Diaz as she's scrubbing her girl up pretty through 4.
R5: Jeri finally fixes Cameron's position with piston jabbing to the chest, backing the leggy blonde to the ropes, stepping to the right to take away Diaz' pivot. Midway through, Jeri just sticking her girl to the chest and shoulders - Diaz twisting her torso, looking to slip and spin off the ropes when a cleaving, short right hand nips her chin. Magic in Diaz' legs as she folds slightly, then sags glassy eyed into the ropes - Cameron covering up hurt for the first time as the shock of Ryan quivers Cuban thighs. Ryan mopping up big girl - standing tall to bat straight-arm lefts and rights against Cam's long flanks, palming the girl in the shoulders to keep her seated. Ryan leaves Diaz trembling at the bell, gets on the board.
R6: Diaz back to dancing - circling left, keeping well outside. Cam pretty with the jab, tripling it up as she scoots around Jeri's right flank - Ryan constantly forced to reset her feet and chase. Ryan getting good jab touches, but routinely coming up short with piercing right hands - Cameron peeling away from the lethal blows, back arched, hands down as she swivels left.
R7: Relentless Jeri pressure starts to pay off. Ramming jabs on the chest and shoulders stampede Diaz ropeside - Cameron trying to set up flat footed, leaning forward at the waist, hands at her temples - Ryan takes the body. Vicious, reefing rib and hip work from Jeri as she punishes both sides of the plate - shaking the slender Diaz, hobbling her. Midway through - Ryan able to get the right uppercut coming off the body - jerking Diaz back - crowd roaring as Jeri flurries only to miss a desperately writhing Cameron with half a dozen searing blows. Final minute - Jeri belting a mean spirited hook over and over against Cameron's right side - Diaz reaches to clinch and takes that short, well timed right hand curling against her chin. Cameron's legs give way again - she sinks stunned against the ropes, turning to point her right side at Jeri as Ryan lowers her mitts and pitches hard from the hips. Bludgeoning, sidearm power shots rattle Diaz at the bell - Ryan straightening from her work to appreciate the damage.
R8: Cam Diaz sucks it up! Diaz spitting jabs off her stool, pivoting left, but she's not running. Cam setting down and punching - beating Ryan to banging rights on the mouth, coming back with rising hesitation hooks on the chin, then actually stepping forward as Ryan leans back. Cameron putting a dazzling display of lanky combination punching on Jeri, nailing her over and over to the face with loose limbed, slashing lead rights, cupping hooks - stepping out to fade Ryan's right hands, then jabbing back on in for more. Constant, harrying pursuit has Jeri in confused, step-by-step retreat - Diaz gloves shredding the panicked Ryan defense and chopping away on Jeri's tender features. Ryan put wobbly butt whenever Diaz gets leverage on rights - Cam fitting it straight between the eyes or slicing it down hard on the left cheek, always following it up smartly with a saucy hook. Bell to bell swarming attack has Ryan in complete disarray - she's busted up and staring at the finish.
R9: Ryan shakes it off, gets back to the harsh business of jabbing Cameron's torso, backing HER down and looking to get off right hands at close range. Diaz doing a nice job reading the power shots, still leaning in close to crowd the right hand, then pivoting sharply left to slip it when it comes. Jeri the aggressor takes the points, but she needs to find Cameron's off switch as time runs down.
R10: Good brisk two-way midring as Diaz elects to time Jeri's jab and trade - both girls able to land stroking blows as Cameron head-hunts, Jeri answers right/left against the ribcage. Down the stretch, Cameron with that slicing right over Jeri's jab has Ryan momentarily staring - Diaz turns her hips into a digging hook to sternum, then hops in closer to get her body behind a jumping hook on the jaw - Ryan topples back on her heels, eyes wide with surprise. Cam with that bounding pursuit, able to hop and punch in synch, putting leather on Ryan's face, driving her ropeside - Jeri's HURT! Cameron going for it late, TEARING AWAY TO JUG with slashing side to side malice, leaning onto her right foot to get a raking hook across Jeri's stunned face, leaning onto the left foot to crack home the right - it's a rampage! JERI GOES DOWN! Ryan wilting under the slashing, meanspirited barrage, takes a knee to relieve pressure, blushing as Diaz squeals in delight at the knockdown. Jeri beats the count easy, but she's out of time - comes back UD10 Cam Diaz.
After: Cameron Diaz giddy as she celebrates in her corner, outboxing Jeri early, surviving Ryan's rally, then pouring it on to very nearly stop the hard hitting blonde late - it's one of Diaz' best career performances against a legitimate hard woman. Jeri's face beaten unrecognizable by the constant tattooing of Diaz' fists - Cameron very accurate tonight, getting to the stronger woman through sheer accumulation.
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Post by Archer on Mar 17, 2017 13:39:47 GMT -6
Jeri Ryan vs Ashley Scott
Posted by simguy on 3/26/2004, 7:07 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: Scott camp initially delighted with the Ryan offer, "afterall," as one BLONDE! staffer says, "given their last fight, Ashley really can't progress in the FCBA until she's beaten Jeri. No matter what else she accomplishes - people will throw that Ryan beating in her face until she deals with it." Delight quickly sours as Jeri is merciless in negotiation, forcing Scott to accept a miserable 80-20 split, micro-managing every aspect of the fight down to dressing rooms, ring entrances and so on - Ashley forced to accept every stinging condition. "She's been a heartless witch," Ashley says of board-room Jeri, "but I'm going to take it out of her in trade. She can have the money - I just want the flesh. Somehow, someway, I'm going to make Jeri Ryan suffer." Ryan in red bikini, Ashley in black push up, black velvet boy cut trunks, brunette tousle. Girls nose to nose during tense ring instructions.
During R1: Girls bend into right hands, comeback licking hooks and JERI'S HURT! Ryan stroked along her jaw, put wobbly butt - Scotty pounces forward, bouncing her right hand off Ryan's forehead, toppling statuesque blonde to ropes. Jeri hitting strands in disarray, guard low - Scotty pours over the top rubber-armed rights, using the left as a stabilizer, stepping-with as Ryan wilts to the nearby corner. Scott ravenous, saucer-eyed as she tears away - she lifts Jeri's head up with a shattering right uppercut, puts the hook on top, puts a sweeping right hand back across the brow - Jeri tilts crazily to the turnbuckles all but out! Ashley staying on her - now shoving Jeri square, hunkering down and going body with sexy shoulder-shrug action - digging Jeri out, beating her numb between the hips. Ryan eyelashes fluttering, reaches for a mindless clinch, tying up wet around Ashley's head as brunette pushes against torn-up blonde tummy to disengage. Rest of the round like that - ref issuing the break, pushing on sweaty Ashley chest to get her back - Ryan reeling, swaying hurt, covering up weak as Scott strides back in. Ash lathering away until wounded Ryan can cuddle up around the hips or head-and-arm lock up, then ref starts it all over again. At the bell - an unblemished Ashley Scott squeals with glee at the sight of a shellshocked Ryan - Jeri staggering to her stool for emergency repairs after a disasterous first.
R2: Scott loops the right hand, clouting ear - Ryan staggering to her right, legs clearly still buzzed by that horrific first round. Scott getting limber, bending in, pulling that right hand slinging over the top, crashing home to Jeri's chin around the suspect guard - poor Ryan ramshackle as she's clobbered in a hurtin' semicircle midring. Jeri pushing back punches on instinct, gets off a right cross - Scotty slips it, eases her right shoulder into Jeri's tummy to nudge her off balance, then torques out of the crouch with a GORGEOUS swinging hook. DOWN GOES JERI! Ryan laid out with a thunderous crash - textbook head-swivel as Scotty catches all of the Ryan chin - Ash skips to neutral corner as somehow - zombie Jeri makes it to her feet. ON COMES SCOTTY! Ashley pouring herself at Jeri now, holding nothing back - looping rights and whip-armed lefts wallop away temple and jaw, leaving Ryan destitute, upright. Torrid body punching - tall brunette getting close, galloping to midriff with rising, licking action, stupifying long blonde. Scott with a leering grin helps herself to jug - rub-scrubbing away on those mouthwatering melons as poor Ryan sags against the ropes, helpless, out on her feet and RYAN TAKES A KNEE! Jeri all busted up, right arm in the ropes for support - she relieves the pressure, takes another ramshackle 8 and digs in for another minute of relentless Scooter aggression. Stop and go rhythm as Ryan clinches, resting her battered face on Ashley's shoulder - Scott anxious to put more ordinance on target - ref working hard to break up the grapples.
R3: Jeri showing incredible resilience - she's soaked up the best punches Ashley can offer - brunette a little arm weary, starting to get tagged as stubborn blonde won't go away. More orthodox action, girls touching each other jabs, bending into right hands, back with stroking hooks on wide-spread feet. Ryan getting the better of it as both land, but Ashley's backing up from the exchanges.
R4: Scotty showing tactical acumen - Ryan still a hard target, but badly damaged, very flat footed and staggery - Ashley up on her toes to use the ring. Scott tarting Ryan up a flirty jab - stomach, tits, face - Ash bringing it off the hip or slapping it down off the temple, alternately pestering then stinging her blonde. Scott able to set up a few choice right crosses clean across Ryan's chin - Jeri holding up remarkably well, but shutout and systematically punished this round.
R5: Ryan trying to establish her right hand, but she's so hurt - Ashley able to read, slip underneath and come back with that slinging counter hook on the tip of Jeri's chin, putting blonde head on a swivel. Scott scorching Jeri in the first minute, drawing groans of sympathy from the crowd - Ryan's knees buckle, but she just won't go down - Jeri continues to come forward, trying to find Ash with the jab. Round gets more and more competitive as robo-Jeri trudges through the hurt, starts to land that short, shaving right up top, turn into her hook to Ashley's chest. Scott takes the round with dramatic power punches, but she's a little dismayed that Jeri's still coming.
R6,7: Scott's been trying to tear Jeri's head off most of the night - brunette takes a little off the fastball, shows a lot of lateral movement, turning Jeri, never letting blonde set her feet. Scott picking spots to come in and work the body - Ashley getting good lanky gallop amidships - often stiffening Ryan, forcing her to clinch. Jeri's lips clenched tight, face pale, eyes strained - Scott with a nice up tempo lather, keeping work on Jeri, just keeping the blonde submerged, racking up the points.
R8: Comeback Ryan? If she's going to do it - better start now - Jeri grim as she sets down on short right, bending forward with them to move her head, then twisting as she pulls back to get the hook in. Ashley joining her in the dangerous rhythm, stroking in and out, rights and hooks - each trying to find the other's chin to end this thing. Good two way classy slugging, reminiscent of the first fight. Both women trembling at the bell, touched hard chins and torsos this round, hard-hearted glares all around.
R9: All Ashley Scott. Ryan's just shipped too much punishment tonight, legs just aren't right - Scotty stays disciplined, doesn't take any chances. Job 1: keep Jeri moving her feet - Scotty side to side, touching up the jab, circling. Job 2: work the midsection - Ashley's got Jeri hurt, bodywork keeps blonde from rallying, good licking strokes on the waist sucking the life from Ryan's tasty legs and power-punches. Job 3: make it personal - Scott stepping right, clawing hooks across Jeri's bulging jugs - Ryan's face a picture of exhausted outrage, can't stop the brunette from looting the goodies. Big smile Ashley Scott as she struts back to her corner at the bell - she's in control through 9.
R10: Scotty throws caution to the wind, figures she's got Jeri all tuned up and broke down - Ryan lumped up, sluggish, but mustering will and courage, makes a bitter fight of the tenth. Mostly lanky toe to toe - girls bending forward with right hands, leaning back to pull the hooks across - when they fall in together, they lean forward, licking and lashing up underneath to work firm belly. Plenty of shoulder bumping, stepping each other back - both showing a Bronco McKart look late as they strap on lanky at the bell. Ref shoves 'em apart - Scott shouts triumphantly in a tired Jeri Ryan's face. Comes back UD10 Ashley Scott.
After: Sweet vindication and a new rivalry is born as Ashley Scott tortures Jeri Ryan over 10 withering rounds to pull even head-to-head. "This is the best," gloats Scott in postfight, practically glowing with the one-sided smackdown of Ryan. "Jeri Ryan had a beating coming, and brother, did it come! She wants to do it again, it'll be my pleasure...at 10 cents on the dollar like she did me! b###h!" Ryan stoic as gloves are removed - if there's a silver lining it's that heroic warrior's heart Jeri showed early, ambushed and ruined for all intents and purposes after a 10-8 and 10-7 round against. No quit in Jeri as she kept trying to claw her way out of the hole all night long. And give credit to Scott for acting like a veteran - she knew she'd given Ryan her best shot and with the blonde still competing, brunette stayed safe, made the fight very difficult for Ryan to come back in - good smart effort for a developing young talent.
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Post by Archer on Mar 17, 2017 13:43:50 GMT -6
Jeri Ryan vs Jenny O'Dell
Posted by simguy on 6/18/2004, 7:40 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: "Well we can't BOTH be the hardest hitting lightweights in the game," joshes Jen in prefight. "Seriously - I'll give Jeri the one shot with the right hand, but punch for punch, I'm hitting harder, with both hands, more often and I'll stack my accumulation up against her single shot stroke any day." Ryan anxious to separate herself from Jen, recognizing the spotlight on this fight. "We're fighting under Biel/Pratt - you have to think the winners might match up, and I plan to be in that position. Jenny's a tough out - she's got some heart and she can stop you if she gets the jump - but she's not championship material yet and I'm going to hurt her to prove it." Ryan in red bikini, O'Dell in neon blue, twist tied top, white bottoms ring-connected at the hip.
During R1: O'Dell fluttering the jab, making Ryan blink, then labelling Jeri a looping overhand to begin festivities. Trademark walking barrage from Jen - clubbing lefts and rights driving Ryan ropeside - Jenny bulling in head and shoulders, shoulder-bump, shoulder-bump, then she's working hard to the midsection. Ryan clinching, staying calm - ref breaking 'em up - Jenny back in with a looping overhand right - blocked - but a clanging hook on the jaw that gets the crowd roaring. Jeri soaking up clobber with typical poker-face - but legs locking up early - she's unable to move off those ropes. Series of pressing O'Dell attacks, ultimately bogged down in Ryan clinches - but Jenny hounding and pounding, eager to get back on after every ref's break. Down the stretch - Jenny squared up strong, roasting Jeri's flanks with batting lefts and rights - Ryan hunched forward, elbows in, not answering back and RYAN TAKES A KNEE! Crowd whooping to it's feet - Jeri steadying herself with right hand on the middle rope - deep breaths, Jeri, deep breaths - she's composed, using the entire count to get herself together. Ryan up - sinking into the ropes to accept O'Dell's charge - bell sounds to end a storming JOD stanza. O'Dell pumped, grinning in her corner - Jeri getting perked up some ice-water in the face on her stool.
R2: Jenny stalking forward, fluttering her jab and looking for more looping right hands - but Jeri's got the straight jab cooking. Jenny startled and brought to a halt by Ryan's shivering stick - not just a set up punch for Jeri - she hurts girls with it. Ryan spends a minute bringing Jenny to heel, stepping left around the stick, feinting, then shooting spanking right hands straight between Jenny's mammoth jugs. O'Dell moving backward, not releasing her hands as Jeri imposes her will. Down the stretch - Ryan plastering O'Dell's upperchest that thumping jab, keeping Jenny's back to the ropes, then leaning into a whistling go-home right! Jenny with a quick slip underneath, back with a rolling hook and RYAN GOES DOWN! Jenny lumped up but loving it as she skips over Ryan's legs en route to neutral corner - Jeri badly blitzed, shaking her head as she struggles to rise. Shaky 8 Ryan - Jenny on like a freight train - girls trade right hands and O'DELL GOES DOWN! Jenny peeling back from the collision as both lean in with the cross - Jeri shorter and straighter, gets ALL of that chin and poor Jenny's laid out quivering on her back. O'Dell floundering, flopping, finally getting to her feet - SHE'S shook up - Jeri's shook up - they fall into each other's arms for a mutual clinch at the bell.
R3: Girls cooked on their stools, both getting smelling salts - both come out loading up and looking to end this thing as soon as possible. Ryan with the right at her chest, stepping into that thumping jab - Jenny adjusting with her feet, fading the stick, circling to the left, making Ryan shift her weight. Quiet first minute, but opening the second - an O'Dell right shaves past Jeri's lips - Ryan back with a ripping right and now they're turning on vicious lefts and rights toe to toe! O'Dell gets the rhythm, catching Ryan a bashing hook on the cheek - ruining Jeri's hook mid-punch - Jen able to pound a right hand off Jeri's face, squaring up Jeri's feet and the third hook has Ryan floundering! Jeri staggering forward - Jen stepping back in good order and CLANGING away - tidy lefts and rights under Jeri's chin, scrubbing the offending face side to side. Jen turns - Jeri crashes past her - Ryan almost dropping to her knees, but straightening at the ropes in time to accept Jenny's charge. O'Dell pounding away with clubbing rights to the ear, pushing and palming up, then churning away lefts and rights - Jeri soaking up shots, but gathering herself, shrug-slugging tidy lefts and rights into Jenny's hulking bosom and BACKING O'DELL UP! Jenny getting mugged, girls falling in mouth on shoulder and again reaching around each other almost grateful for the rest at the bell.
R4: Chests heaving, faces swelling up - Jenny breathless as she tells her corner, "I'm beating her down." Jeri tells hers, "She's hurt - I know it." Girls flat footed to midring, but alert - Jenny feinting groggily, moving her head and reaching out the jab to Jeri's ribs. Ryan missing the head with her jab, starts to jab shoulders and chest just to make contact - girls easing warily clockwise as they negotiate range on uncertain legs. Jenny first to bring a shout from the crowd as she pulls a hook short, but leans into a swinging right that bashes Jeri's head back, puts the long blonde on her heels. Jenny starting that walking barrage - Jeri leaning back, reeling before the fury, but stops suddenly, left hand at her ear as she leans forward to carry a thudding right to the pit of O'Dell's belly. Jenny stopped short, catches a hook on the teeth - SHE'S staggered, wobbly butt, but answering back with a shoving right to the tits, bumping Ryan to her right. Jeri clawing jug her hook, then pounding home a pancaking right across O'Dell's melons - Jenny brutalized, angered - she starts lathering ribs and tits to once again force Ryan backwards. Jeri stepping out - Jenny mightily overswings her hook, twisting out of position and Ryan POUNDS home a driving right behind the ear. O'Dell going down on her face as though struck by a sniper's bullet and it's OVER! KO4 in electrifying fashion - Jeri Ryan!
After: Replays show Ryan's eyes widening like saucers as she pulls the trigger on that final blistering right - Jenny vulnerable for just a split second but that's all Jeri needs to end a girl's night. Ryan on last legs, slumping in her trainer's arms - devastating fight for both women could have gone either way with bodies bouncing off the canvas the way they were. Fight drawing comparisons to the epic Famke/Peta wars for the dramatic ebbs and surges, and despite the fiery conclusion, both women did a lot to answer charges of one dimensionality. "Jeri showed what may be the best jab in the division now," says one BLONDE! correspondent happy to sneak a face-slap in on Cat Bell in oblique fashion, "and O'Dell's head movement actually set up one of her knockdowns with a slip-and-counter hook. That's pretty classy, considering the wallop being swapped." Indeed.
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Post by Archer on Mar 17, 2017 13:47:31 GMT -6
Amanda Tapping vs Jeri Ryan
Posted by simguy on 11/11/2005, 7:24 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: "I'm disappointed that I couldn't get Cat in the ring...again," Tapping tells press in prefight, "but I'm delighted that Jeri's stepping up. Either woman is a terrific opponent and I'm just glad to be getting the opportunity to show what I can do against top-drawer competition." Ryan's last fight a whitewashing effort against outgunned Mischa Barton - is rust a factor? "You know, it (rust) probably could be a factor," Ryan admits at the dais, "but I don't think Amanda will be able to really exploit it. I know a lot of people think of Tapping as an unheralded Cat Bell or Jeri Ryan 'type' - but there's actually a huge gap between her and us. Amanda's sparring partner material - period. Don't blink early: I'm thinking this could be one of my patented KO1s in the making!" Jeri in red bikini bottoms, hulking halter style top featuring red and white horizontal bars, with ring connection - Amanda in navy push up, shades-of-blue tie-side bikini bottoms.
During R1: Ryan wastes no time, shows no rust in smashing away righty at Tapping bell to bell. Amanda hurt and woozy from an early chin-check - she backs away shaky-legged to set up shop at the ropes, assuming earmuff as Ryan steps-to STROKING! Jeri in her element - prodding 'Manda the jab, leaning in to belt hard right hands upside the head, but not ignoring that body. Ryan going to town on tummy, putting ruff right/lefts bang-bang on paunch - Tapping groaning, tilting forward and exposing herself to jaunty Ryan uppercuts. Jug mugging from Jeri? You bet - Jer nice and snug, just turning her shoulder into beefy hooks, banging away on Tapping's cleavage as Amanda grimaces from behind her guard. Thick swabbing back-beating laid down whenever Tapping droops too far forward - Jeri's eyes lighting up as she sees kidney, treating herself to clanging lefts and rights scrubbed hard against hips, lower back. Hamhanded romp - Jeri just easing from one foot to the other to paint her fists back and forth onto Amanda - Tapping nothing short of heroic in keeping her feet.
R2: Tapping proves rugged, shaking off Jeri's first round blitz and outboxing Ryan this round. Stepping, methodical pace - Tapping dukes up, circling deliberately to her left, jabbing at Jeri's chest and mouth. Ryan right hand chin-high, left lower - she's getting knocked the jab, pre-empted by it - Jeri not getting off nearly as effectively this round. Amanda working behind the stick, leaning into a few choice right hands and clinching to smother the receipt - good veteran tactics from a blonde who's fighting hurt, but doing well.
R3: Fight settling into a slow, stalking pace - Jeri stepping in behind a long, strong jab, looking for right crosses, but not shy about laying in with Tapping and working lanky on the inside. Girls fighting a good deal shoulder to shoulder: lashing hooks amidships; swapping clanging uppercuts against guards; muscling and pushing each other around. Amanda working to Ryan's rack with tidy little rights and lefts just clubbing and bumping in close - Jeri responding with cuffing, buffetting work to Tapping's jugs as girls wander around, heads in close.
R4: Amanda's jab a nasty shock to Jeri: that's not a second-tier type poke Tapping's sporty. Ryan leaning back from stick, blinking, lips pursed - she's out over her right foot when Amanda leans in a hard right cross bingo on the chin. RYAN'S SHOOK! Jeri stepping in fence post holes, then stooping forward behind her mitts: Tapping steps-to and LAVISHES the Ryan waistline a strapping right/left, drawing a breathy gasp from the former champ. Amanda right in there close, picking Jeri up a robust left uppercut, then banging her back to the body right/left: Ryan just sighing, eyes wincing in pain as she soaks it up. Tapping eyes bright, back straight as she stands up into Jeri's breasts: shrug-chugging lefts and rights buffett Ryan's hulking sacks, loosening up her guard and getting her baby-stepping backward. All Amanda down the stretch - she rakes Jeri crisp uppercuts, hooks and crosses - Tapping setting her hips, turning into her shots with juicy leverage. Amanda showing veteran poise, ingenue hunger as she cleans up on a moping Jeri Ryan in the fourth.
R5: Amanda attacking on a straight line, hangs a jab and Jeri makes her pay. Crisp, short right hand counter blunt on the chin - Tapping's back legs snaps up off the canvas in knee-jerk reflex as she nearly hops to all fours, but stays upright. Ryan methodical, palming Tapping's shoulders while sidestepping right, then painting Amanda's midsection left/right, stooping 'Manda forward. Jerking left uppercut skids off the top of Tapping's head as she leans forward: tucking right hand parks flat and thick in behind Tapping's left elbow. Jeri just stroking, mopping shots onto Amanda - poor Tapping stumbling in a little counterclockwise reel around Jeri as she soaks up Ryan's wallop. Jeri releasing heavily up into Amanda's rack - rising lefts and rights banging in there lusty, shaking Tapping's frame and leaving her open-mouthed at the bell.
R6: Amanda Tapping just won't give! She boxes Jeri to a standstill midring behind a robust jab - Ryan gnashing her teeth as her face bears the brunt of Tapping's poke. Amanda winning initiative with her educated left hand - she's dropping right hands down the middle, routinely checking Jeri's chin over Ryan's low left. Amanda mopping up hooks in Jeri's jugs or mouth, frequently buffetting Ryan off balance. Straight-shoving right hands to gut cramp Ryan up and move her backward - Jeri being busted hard to the body by this girl tonight. Round finishes up with Ryan earmuffing at the ropes - she's very stationary, groggy, not moving her head. Amanda able to bat away to flanks, pick up uppercuts with muscular, stroking rhythm to the bell. Flashing eyes, heaving chest, Amanda to Jeri: Tapping serving notice she belongs tonight.
R7: Amanda stepping Jeri around, jabbing her face: Ryan's left eye closing, lower lip split, cheeks ruddy with punishment. Jeri resentful, but she's just turning, looking at Amanda, stalking her but not doing much: Tapping controlling the long and middle distances tonight. Amanda getting off - slanting that right hand down into Jeri's proud body; carving left uppercuts as Jeri leans forward; sloshing punches into Jeri's breasts and ribs to back her up. All Amanda, walking Jeri down and punishing her when Jeri steps right, stops, waits on Tapping's jab, then leans into a shattering right crisp n' clean off her shoulder. AMANDA GOES DOWN! Tapping jolted to chin before she can bring her left mitt back - right knee snaps up on reflex, head swivels - she sprawls to her back, jugs gooshing up and down as she lies flat, arms out wide, and it's OVER! KO7 in electrifying fashion, Jeri Ryan.
After: Ryan snarling down, drinking in the sight - former champ put through her paces by a determined and classy Amanda T, but power prevails as Jeri's Jinx returns with a vengeance. "I'm sure, to the untrained eye, it looked like Amanda was doing very well against me," Jeri says in postfight, dabbing a towel filled with ice against her left eye, "but I was just sussing her out, getting her comfortable, easing her into the fight. I knew very early on that I could get right hands over her jab, but I needed her to loosen up and start throwing more - those one punch knockouts don't just happen by accident you know. Nothing happened in that fight that wasn't building to the penultimate moment when I laid her out cold on her back. Amanda's always wondered how she stacks up against me and Cat: now she knows."
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Post by Archer on Mar 17, 2017 13:51:40 GMT -6
Ch. Taylor Cole vs Jeri Ryan title bout
Unified Welterweight Title
Posted by simguy on 11/25/2005, 2:53 pm
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: "Ironically enough," Jeri tells reporters in prefight, "I got the idea I could move up against Taylor even as she was beating down Jenny O'Dell. It was the best night of Cole's life, and I saw holes in her game. I said to myself, 'this kid's never going to be any better than she is now,' and I knew right then her best wouldn't compete with mine. The only reason I never invaded welterweight before was because of Ali Landry's politicking and you better believe she's not happy to see me get this fight. Ali's belts are going to be around my waist: it doesn't get any sweeter than that." Cole anxious to dispel some blonde illusions. "First - I beat down Jenny O'Dell - if Jeri thinks that's a good thing for her, she's crazier than she looks. Second - Jeri's getting a little long in the tooth to be playing the bully. I'm going to be on this old woman all night - making her take deep breaths. She's going to be my second trophy-blonde in a row!" Jeri in crimson bikini, Taylor in royal blue - frosty glares during intense staredown.
During R1: Welcome to Jeri Ryan punching, Taylor Cole: Ryan stepping in with a faux-hook, leans into a kissing right off Cole's chin, putting the kid wobbly butt. Ryan torquing on her hips, licks the left thick to breadbasket - shifts to her left to hoist the right up and in as well. Gorgeous, shellacking body work being done - older challenger looking to wear out the much younger champion's tummy. Taylor gasping, but proving her mettle - slugging hard out of a crossed arm to ring Jeri up about the ears. Final minute a long-limbed, power-punching melee - Jeri bending in with shearing rights, leaning back out with sinewy, licking hooks: Cole crouching to her left, crouching to her left, then ripping hooks from the crossed arm, banging away bicep and breast to brawny effect. Bell - both girls jazzed with punishment - Ryan cutting her eyes sideways, surveying the damage as she stalks past en route to her corner.
R2: Girls pick up where they left off: rangy, raunchy power punching. Jeri very body-conscious tonight, banging Cole's midsection some curling, licking shots that draw winces from ringsiders: explosive punches detonating off Taylor's tummy and ribcage. Cole rugged, suffering, but holding her ground - she's banging back to jug and arms. Taylor likes to get a body on and work a little closer - Jeri doing a nice job of spreading the kid out, making her fight across a gap - crafty blonde sitting on right hands, trying to time Taylor's chin for devastation. Sensational body-swapping give and take at the bell - both girls visibly shaken by the concussive exchange.
R3: Jeri lands an early right hand, jabs Taylor to consolidate, then gets that right hand again, jerking Cole's head aside. Gasps from the crowd - Taylor giving Jeri way too much chin early - nobody wants to get routinely belted those Ryan right crosses. Ryan lavishing Cole some of the best body shots of the blonde's entire career - great slinging lefts and rights, often while stepping back to walk Cole in - brunette really cramping up under licking wallop. Down the stretch, Jeri walks Taylor into a clanging left uppercut on the chin - blonde feeling the goodness of the connect in her shoulder and back, grins broadly: Cole answers back a how-you-like-me-now hook which PUTS RYAN WOBBLY BUTT! Jeri stepping in fence post holes - superior grin punched right off her face - she stagger-stomps to ropes, setting up a shabby earmuff to receive Taylor's charge. Cole stepping-to, splattering hooks against Ryan's shoulder and flank, then stuffing home short rights from her shoulder against the Ryan breasts. Jeri slugged upright at the ropes, trying to keep her chin tucked, gloves up - but steady, rhythmic brunette pounding has blonde teetering on the verge at the bell. Ref pushes a seething Cole back - Jeri staring, wandering back to her corner in a fog, breasts PULSING from Cole's late savagery.
R4: Oh those gutting Jeri Ryan body shots - Taylor chomping down on screams, but she's bunching up, hobbled by shellacking blasts to her midsection. Ryan licking her arms up and in, stepping to the right, walking Taylor in - blonde not too proud to pull Taylor's head down with the left and treat her to some evil right hands as Cole is tugged forward into hurt. Ref's warnings for Jeri - no holding and hitting - Ryan typically indifferent. Taylor struggling with her form, looking a little ragged - she's anxious to close and mix it up, but she's hurt: a dangerous combination. Jeri comfortable near the ropes, intercepting Taylor with right hands, pulling brunette head down with the left and looking for cheap right uppercuts while Taylor's off balance - Ryan doing a splendid job of punch n' clutch to frustrate the young champ. Ref's break, Taylor relaxes, regroups and RYAN NAILS HER A SHRIEKING RIGHT CROSS! Jeri lunging in as Cole's taking a deep breath - shattering chin-check swivels Taylor's head, buckles her knees and SENDS COLE TO THE CANVAS! Taylor game - picking head and shoulders up off the mat with effort, legs rigid, sticking out straight - poor girl can't feel her limbs - she's still trying to roll over onto her right side when the count passes her by. KO4 for the winner and NEW welterweight champ - Jeri Ryan!
After: Ryan scorching a strapping young lass in Taylor's first defence - veteran blonde bringing in a sound gameplan, executing flawlessly tonight to separate an ingenue from her titles. Cole led gingerly to her stool, still bewildered by the sudden shock of Ryan's right hand and JERI WANTS MORE! HBO techs caught flatfooted, scrambling for that Swan Lake tape, but it's TOO LATE! Jeri pulling Taylor's long black hair from behind before the girl can sit down, reefing her backwards into the crook of Jeri's left arm where brunette is deftly bundled into a reverse sleeper. Jeri's left hand grips her right bicep; right hand cups atop Taylor's skull - blonde giving Taylor a tremendous shake to cinch her face up proper. Poor Taylor Cole - hands flailing helplessly, then settling on Jeri's hips, then reaching up to pull at Jeri's hair from behind. Ryan's upperlip curls in disdain for the effort; she wriggles, tightens up, letting her jugs do the hard work of putting Taylor Cole out. Brunette's legs finally give way - Jeri releasing with a flourish, allowing Taylor to sink to her haunches all shiny faced and incoherent. AND JERI'S NOT DONE! Ryan takes a knee in front of Taylor and scoops her up again, crushing her face flush to jug, left arm snug around back the head to secure the reverse sleeper. Jeri resting her cheek against Taylor's damp scalp, pushing in close on Cole; Taylor's palms on the canvas as she sits forward into the smother. FINALLY, Jeri pulls Taylor's face back with a fistfull of hair, gazing cruelly down into the slackened features: Cole's eyebrows high, eyes closed, lips parted. Ryan simply stands, discarding used brunette without a second thought: former champ allowed to slump over her knees to rest awkwardly, face-first against the mat.
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Post by Archer on Mar 17, 2017 13:54:25 GMT -6
Ch Jeri Ryan vs Angie Everhart title bout
Unified Welterweight Title)
Posted by simguy on 12/23/2005, 6:44 am
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: Preening beauties oozing confidence - both looking to 'erase' her competition in this one. "It's safe to say Jeri's never seen an opponent like me," Angie boasts in prefight. "This will be a great opportunity to showcase my wares in front of an international PPV audience - taking Jeri apart will be my ticket to the penthouse." Ryan carrying welterweight easily and well - she's strong, buxom, and anxious to prove she belongs in the same category as Theron and O'Dell moving up. "If you look at the lightweights who moved up and captured welterweight gold, I think you can argue that I'm the best of the lot," Ryan proclaims. "If you carefully scrutinize Charlize' record at welter, you'll see a lot of pork in there - I don't think she ever faced a big girl of Everhart's calibre. And O'Dell got beat by Taylor Cole: 'nuff said! My punch sets me apart from those girls - I bust welterweight chins just as easily as I did lightweight and I'm settling in for a long reign up here." Ryan in red bikini; Angie in bright baby blue, auburn hair up. Small gloves, both vixens.
During R1: Jeri commands midring, busting Angie a pair of stout jabs in the mouth to open festivities. Ryan stepping Angie around, menacing her. Ryan showing the right hand up top - getting Everhart to flinch - then THUMPING supermodel waistline with both dukes. Angie frowning, retreating - Jeri keeping tabs with the jab, pitching hard, thudding rights and lefts to the body - really breaking her challenger down methodically. Down the stretch, Jeri pumping jabs, turns one over into a slapping hook and BITES down on a jackhammer short right to the chin. EVERHART GOES DOWN! Jeri's right bounces straight down off chin after contact - Angie drifting backward with the shot gets laid out flat on her back in astonishment. Ryan will a cool gaze of supremacy strutting past redheaded rubble - Angie creaking up for a swaying 8 at the bell.
R2: Second verse, same as the first. Ryan's hammering away her jab, stunning and fixating Angie, cashing in thick to the waistline, working up-torso with hooks and crosses to send Everhart reeling. Angie in complete rout - staring, shellshocked - she just can't get any offence on track as she's repeatedly hurt by crisp Ryan punching. Jeri walking Angie down and touching her in volume: Ryan not relying on one punch at a time - she's shaking Everhart up to the body, then roaming up top in workmanlike patterns. Bell to bell Jeri raking Angie from outside, beating her body black and blue. Everhart grimacing, doing a lot of clutching at Jeri's elbows in attempt to slow the tempo.
R3: Jeri in a stalking crouch, right hand under her chin, left at her hip - she's stepping into her jab, finding Angie's mouth with ease, stamping a startled, blinking look onto supermodel face. Jeri moving forward behind her jab, leaning in and tucking vicious, sticking right hands into Angie's pale tummy: Everhart groaning aloud now, crumpling forward as she minces backward - she's huuuuurrrt. Minute mark, Jeri working out of her crouch, jabbing at Angie...jabbing at her...JERI TURNS OVER THAT RIGHT HAND! Short, chopping delivery crashes in over Everhart's low left mitt - Angie facing bleak into the punch, gets her chin clipped, head swivelled. Everhart cramped up, swaying on the spot, then TIMBERRRRR! Angie out on her feet, plummetts forward to crash face first and all stretched out - Jeri easing to her right to allow Angie room to spread out. Vicious beatdown/knockout KO3 - Jeri Ryan.
After: Ryan all smiles, getting gloves removed, taking on water - she's virtually untouched in dismantling tough Angie Everhart in frighteningly one-sided fashion. Poor Angie absolutely devastated - a terrific camp, big plans, dreams of a Jeri-busting victory all scattered to kingdom come - she could not have been more dominated than she was tonight.
Or maybe she could have.
Ryan waltzes over with a wide, smarmy grin, standing above Angie in Everhart's corner and just leaning forward as Angie snivels, pushes her hands against Jeri's tummy in protest. Jeri finally reaches in to pull Angie up by her underarms, then lovingly snakes her arms around Everhart's head. Angie all wrapped up reverse sleeper: Jeri's left arm snug behind the head, gripping the right bicep as right hand cups atop damp auburn scalp. Ryan grinning as crowd roars "J-M-D! J-M-D!" Jeri easing Angie butt-first into her corner, blonde lifting her left foot up onto the bottom rope for support as she cinches in. Poor Everhart clutching at Jeri's hips, pushing at them - swimming awkwardly with her arms as she tries to wriggle free - reaching up behind Jeri to pull at her brawny shoulders. Ryan just snug and strong, staying on her girl, letting jugs do their job on Angie - eventually redhead struggles wind down, frantic arms settling into a groggy loose clinch around Jeri's hips. Ryan eventually pulls Angie's head back to glory in the sight of Everhart's moistened, shiny features; her fluttering eyelashes and pouted lips. Job well done by Jeri as she puts her stamp on a pretty good welterweight tonight: a real no-doubter.
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Post by Archer on Mar 17, 2017 14:00:41 GMT -6
Jeri Ryan vs Rebecca Romijn
Posted by simguy on 5/17/2006, 7:07 pm
(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)
Before: Stay-busy fight for Becky, although BLONDE! Magazine quick with the 'superfight' label given the high profile fair-hair involved. Draw last time out for Reebs a bit of a headscratcher - Becky reacting like a champ by coming back with the always dangerous Jeri Ryan. "I didn't want another cupcake," Becky tells BLONDE! magazine, "I need opponents who will keep me sharp. If you're not sharp against Jeri, she'll take you out." Both ladies coming in at 128.5 for the bout - stalking Charlize Theron as she oscillates weight classes. "I always want to be within striking distance of Charlize," Jeri explains, "not to mention Cat Bell. For Becky, I think it's a mistake to come down and face me sub130 - she looks pretty gaunt on the scales. Gonna enjoy going to those starved ribs of hers and see how she takes it." Becky in pale, metallic blue bikini (upcoming Pepper Dennis ep - must be sweeps month). Jeri in black crushed velvet push up and panties. Venue: Pepper Dennis office set (FCBA sanctioned after the appropriate bribes...er...licensing fees paid), cleared out for fighting space - it's barefeet on carpet - cast, crew, and WB execs in attendance (pro Romijn). White gloves, both vixens.
During R1: Rangy, exploratory first, both girls loping clockwise, prowling flat-footed on carpet. Jeri stepping in her jab, dragging the back foot as she shoots forward - good pop against Becky's guard and shoulder as Romijn fades back. Similar elastic jab from a scowling Romijn - slightly backhanding her stick at Jeri's face, or stooping to reach it into gut - Ryan also fading nicely, sweeping poke off her tummy with her low left hand. Midway through, Becky's been watching tape, knows Jeri brings her jab back low - Romjin able to spring a zesty pull-counter right over top to tap Jeri's chin a lusty cross. Gorgeous, ropey delivery - Beck leaning in, leading with the right shoulder while her right fist is out wide and low to the side, then slinging that baby straight in for nice head-snap on Jeri. Ryan wide eyed, but taking it well - she covers up earmuff mid-room, giving away her ribcage as Becky steps in. Thudding, big-blonde body shots: Becky hoisting thick rights and lefts into Jeri - just robust shellack, hands brought back to Beck's waist to reset as she dips her shoulders and cranks. Intimate office really carries the hollow thumping noise well, along with Jeri's breathy grunts as she shudders on impact.
R2: Becky establishing control midroom - stepping around on flexible knees, slick jab piercing Jeri's lax defence to bounce off Ryan's head. Becky coltish as she hops out, steps to the right to reset, looking Jeri over with pursed lips, carries her mitts together at her chest when she's regrouping. Ryan slide-stepping, right at her cheek, left at her tummy - just stalking, not getting off - she's looking to time Becky for one-shot hurt. Becky spotting her jab upstairs and down, maintains range, controls the room for a breezy shutout.
R3: Jeri at her methodical, stalking best. Strong jab startles Becky - Ryan pounding it between the guard, smoothly pivoting left, eyes focused on Romijn's reactions. Girls jab each other's mouths - Ryan leans into a blunt right hand behind the ear that has Becky stumbling to her right, covering up in a panicky earmuff. Jeri steps-to: strapping, vicious body licks stroked to Becky's ribs and waistline as she stoops forward behind her mitts. Deliberate, cruel intent to cripple and it's great to see: Ryan often lazy to the body because of that big one-shot eraser she packs in the right hand. Full minute spent systematically shellacking the Romijn midsection - poor Becky babystepping/tilting forward, biting down on cries of anguish: Ryan getting in there with hips, torso rotation, often riding the left hand on Beck's shoulder while humming home the right. Final minute - Becky disengaging on shaky stems, tears streaming down her cheeks - she's just trying to get away, walking around the room. Jeri walking her down - eyes frosty-hard - she's pawing the jab, measuring...measuring, then BELTING Romijn a right on the jaw as Becky's cringing away from the blow. REBECCA GOES DOWN! Beck scattered to all fours, but up in relatively good shape: she was already bailing out when the bomb dropped, helping to absorb some of the KO shock.
R4: Ryan's blood up: Romijn on the run. Jeri hopping to cut off the room, then stalking flat footed, stepping in the hard jab to Becky's mouth, then leaning into withering right crosses. Becky tagged again and again while pulling away, sent reeling into pastel, robin's-egg blue walls: she's hurt, lips curled back in near panic. Middle minute sees Becky lick some curling hooks to Jeri's chin, momentarily slowing the pursuit - nice lithe delivery as Becky leads with prodding rights, then twitches her hips to carve hooks in rising arcs from her waist. Final minute all Jeri as she smashes her jab past Becky's defences, leaning into crashing right hands ticketed for chin. Romijn clipped and shook - but once again, semi-rolling with the blows and somehow keeping her feet. Bell: Ryan breathing hard, glaring in satisfaction; Becky sullen, resentful, giving Jeri a wide berth en route to her stool.
R5: Jeri stalking, looking now for the one big shot to end it. Becky getting her act together, using her legs, keeping Ryan at bay with a springy, heavy jab to the mouth. Becky punching at the right times and distances, keying a slinging right hand off the jab and scoring with that curling, oily hook - Ryan taking the shots well, but the hooks are landing flush on her face, dazing her, robbing her of initiative. Becky rights the ship, struts frowning with concentration to her stool.
R6: Both girls extending on shots - dangerous exchanges at power-punching range. Both featuring right hands: Jeri's typically short, abrupt, off the shoulder; Becky's rangier, longer, accompanied by more head/torso movement as she bends into shots, then leans back. Both girls hooking off right hands - nice hip-twitch into the delivery, punches curling 'round in vicious, rising arcs. Jeri the more consistent jabber - she's controlling tempo as a result, and Ryan's landing the odd thudding hook in Becky's ribs: hard to miss the hurt of these bodyshots as Beck leans forward and shudders on impact.
R7: Becky puts legs together with jab - very difficult look for any girl to deal with. Ryan reduced to stalking again, one-punch mentality - Reebs jab-jabbing; leaning in and getting slinging right crosses; stepping slightly forward and catching Jeri with the upward slashing hook off the hip. Midway through, Jeri hooked back onto her heels with blinking eyes, open mouth: Becky pounces. Romijn setting up on Jeri's left shoulder, riding the right hand there while stuffing home withering hooks flat to tummy. Jeri grimacing, cramping up: Becky twisting her hips and pushing her pelvis forward as she stuffs home thick hooks from close-in to cripple her foe at the bell.
R8: Ryan awkwardly tilting in behind her mitts like she wants to crowd: Becky takes full advantage with whip-snatch licks amidships. Becky dipping, Becky ripping - swinging her long limbs into Jeri's waist and ribs, gouging the mitt into meat, snapping the fist back quick to reset and load up the other hand. First minute disasterous for Ryan: she's crippled, breathless, out of options - Becky gets all big girl rest of the way. Beck in close, pawing down atop Jeri's hands, then clouting her hooks to jaw in tight - Ryan spills hurt to her left, looking drowsy. Beck lashing uppercuts - glorious, smooth licks - stuffing punches to Ryan's jugs, or picking up her chin with jackpot impact. Round ends to the sight of Jeri seated against a desk at the edge of the room, stooped forward behind her mitts, shuddering and grunting as Becky lavishes lanky wallop to either flank at the bell.
R9: Becky on the warpath, lips curled back, frowning glare as she gets after Ryan with power. Cranking hooks hoisting long underneath, followed by slinging right hands over the top strafe Ryan, buckling her legs time and again in a savage first minute onslaught. Middle minute, staggering Jeri able to walk Becky into a robust swinging right to the pit o' the belly, then beat Beck to hooks - swivelling Romijn's head and leaving her destitute! LAST WOMAN STANDING! Both long blonde vixens hurt, groggily stepping into flat-footed stances, trying to clobber each other with swinging rights from the hip. Jeri separates herself late, hopping forward while loading up a right, then punching Romijn square in the jugs, rocking her back a few steps in anguish. Hard follow up right from Ryan catches Becky between the eyes - Romjin stumbling into the wall, manages to keep her balance at the bell.
R10: Slackjawed beauties slink to midroom - pain evident on both strained faces. Hands low unless a girl bends forward to cover her face - then she's beaten brutally to her flanks, her opponent's arm shivering upon shattering contact. Jabs paw, setting up slinging rights from thigh height - often sending the puncher careening off balance. Becky with a knack of blocking Ryan's right with a raised left, then STUFFING right hands flat to Jeri's tummy: while Jeri's cringing forward hurt - while she's shouting out in pain - Becky can cram an extra body blow or two in, maybe club a little jug before the clinch. Sloppy fighting from hurt, but determined women - blondes stumble to the finish line taking turns pulling sloshing right hands into one another's left flank at the bell. Comes back one point duke - Rebecca Romijn.
After: Jeri crestfallen, turning away from the ref as the verdict is announced, tossing her wraps onto the carpet, shaking her head in disgust. Becky shuddering with tears of exultation as she lifts both hands - great hard-working win for Romijn, and she shows a little heart while defending her home turf against a big-punching rival.
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