Pool B - Fight 6 (Missy Peregrym vs. Jennifer Garner)

Missy Peregrym (2-0-0)
5'7 1/2, 40 years old

vs.

Jennifer Garner (2-0-0)
5'8, 50 years old

(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)

Intro/Fight:
In perhaps the most anticipated match-up of the entire Jaguar Tournament, two of the most decorated fighters in FCBA history squared off as Jennifer Garner and Missy Peregrym met to decide Pool B. Both looking stellar through their first two fights, it was surprisingly Peregrym who came into the contest with the more spotless resume thus far, as she'd not yet been touched up like Jen had. Showing some of the same signs of age that she'd exhibited in her wobbly win over Jennifer Lopez, Garner found herself on her heels as the fighter ten years her junior came out ready to abuse her fellow Hall-of-Famer.

Peregrym held a frustrated Garner at range despite their length stalemate, abusing the Houston native with punishing loaded lefts to the chest. Garner tried to go to the well, attempting to parry into some crosses of her own, but Peregrym was far sharper, bludgeoning a sluggish Garner with a stiff right toward the end of the first that nearly floored her. Garner was still woozy as the second got underway, shuffling right into a thumping right uppercut to the navel that doubled her over, opening up a lane for a biting cross that snapped against her chin. For the second time in her last two fights, Garner's knees buckled, spilling awkwardly into the ropes as Peregrym had to do a double-take to check whether she'd finished the dazed brunette for good. Much to the delight of the fans, Garner wouldn't quite stay down, rising at a 7-count and defiantly pumping her gloves together to signal she was ready to continue.

The next four rounds were some of the most punishing to date in this tournament, as Garner tapped into her reserves to nearly level the scoring after six, finding herself just a point behind Peregrym despite the knockdown. Peregrym looked the far more composed of the two as Jennifer Garner drifted out of her corner to start the seventh, her sweat-matted brown locks tousled and freed from her once tightly-braided ponytail. Garner's taut body looked as though it was starting to wilt, slumped somewhat as Peregrym postured her impossibly sculpted frame and waded forward for a few testing combinations. Missy's flexing midsection rippled with muscle as she coiled and buried a venomous left-left-right into Garner's gut, with Jen wheezing badly as she stumbled a half step back, sweat misting from her belly as she curled her battered abdomen. Garner tried to straighten her slouching upper half but Missy was relentless, puffing out her prized chest as much to posture and intimidate as anything.

Garner gruffly pant as Peregrym poured another straight left into the center of her spandex-swaddled chest, thumping her tits flat to her sternum before delivering a meaty right hand to the cheek that rocked Garner, her jaw hanging open as she bumbled into the ropes. Missy strode forward as Garner rebounded off the springy confines at her back, only to be drilled by a retaliatory right into Peregrym's temple. The sculpted brunette's knees buckled inward as her mouthpiece sloshed to the mat, teetering opposite Garner as her hands fell to her hips. Missy defiantly pressed through, slinging a punishing right hand straight from the hip that bludgeoned Garner square in the lips, following with a lethargic, token left cross toward the sternum. With a throaty grunt, Garner ate Peregrym's first strike before swatting away her second, instead ripping a tidy diagonal uppercut through Missy's chin. Peregrym quaked as her jaw sloshed from the impact, her arms stiffening as her rigid frame shimmied with a quick twitch before tipping straight backwards. The brunette's limbs exploded as she skid to the canvas, flinging above her head as her eyes fluttered into the back of her skull. Peregrym's torso seized before she lulled drunkenly to her side, miraculously pressing to all fours before rising with a wobble. After a moment of convincing the official, Peregrym was back on her feet and cleared. The panting brunette stumbled forward with a gangly handful of steps, twisting through an unhinged left that fell woefully short. Afforded a moment of composure, Garner dipped past Missy's errant miss and stuffed a pair of heavy rights into her cheek, the second of which dropped Peregrym a second time in a matter of seconds. Missy folded dazed to her ass, fumbling as she attempted to squirm back to her feet once again before lulling to her side, completely immobilized. Two strikes and Peregrym was out, the official mercifully waving off the fight and declaring Garner the victor by TKO in the 7th.