Posted by Simguy on 4/9/2004, 9:44 am.

Before: “I definitely think Kris ducked me,” Cindy states in prefight, citing Loken’s decision to award Torrie Wilson a title bid over Crawford. “Even though Torrie turned her lights off—Kris isn’t scared of strong, walk-in girls—what she’s terrified of is a boxing sorceress who can make her look like   fool in the ring, and that’s me all over. I misjudged her—I thought when I blew Naomi Campbell away Kris would take me on. But she’s just another babied blonde bimbo. I met Janet Jones at a cocktail party at the San Diego Yacht Club and she told me flat out—‘you’re too slick—I don’t want Kris in with you.’ If Loken were still champ, I’d still be locked out.” Loken spirited in weeks leading up, shaking off the Wilson debacle, punishing sparring partners once again—she doesn’t LOOK terrified. “I’m ashamed for Cindy,” coos the ex-champ. “She was the best fighter to ever come out of the modeling ranks—had a chance to hang it up and walk away—now she’s just go0ing to be another aging hack taking beatings well into her forties. I love that she thinks she’s a better boxer than me—there’s no way. I could outjab Cindy all night if I wanted, but she’s not going out like that—somebody’s got to really kick that skanky old van good to convince Cindy it’s time to leave.”

Cindy in white sports bra, red bikini bottoms, white shoes, white gloves—Loken in white bikini, white shoes, white gloves.

During R1: Rambling, gambling right hand pounds back Loken’s face at the open—Cindy twisting in a clock-stopping hook on the jaw as she steps in close, pounding in another blunt right as Loken staggers backward—brunette packing in reckless head-punches as blonde lifts her mitts and hits the ropes hard. Cindy intense—jab to the forehead, lancing right hand down into the body—Loken groans, cringes forward. Cindy with a tidy hook on the mouth, quick backhand flicking left to brush Loken back, then another spearing right down into breadbasket. Kris struggling up off the ropes, trying to brawl her way forward. Cindy respecting it, slide-stepping back while spitting the jab, keeping it in Kristanna’s face. Loken loads up a right hand—BUT CINDY BEATS HER TO IT! Crawford bending in and down with with a torrid right to the chin—Kris swinging loose over the top, legs corkscrewing into the canvas and LOKEN SPRAWLS PRETTY O HER BACK! Kris all fluttering eyelashes, stupefied mouth—lifts her head up in devastation, stiffly gets to one hip and beats the count. ON COMES CRAWFORD! Cindy jabbing up top, getting the guard up, then snick-snack—right/left scorching across the offered ribs just shoves her girl to a seat in the ropers, picks up the chin the left uppercut, sees that little come-back left hand flick to startle and drops a walloping right upside the head! Loken tiiiilting to her right, eyes blinking, face blank—Cindy feeling it—POURING in the right hands, using the left at Loken’s stomach to stabilize her. It’s Crawford just unleashing rights, smashing away at Kristanna’s shattered chin and LOKEN GOES DOWN! Kris battered into a heap, laid out at the ropes—she rolls to her back. KO’d blubbering starting to shake her chest as Cindy C awalks away the KO1 victrix!

After: No escape for KO losers to Crawford—she gathers Kris up, parades a teary-eyed ex-champ for all the world to see-Loken pinned and degraded by Wilson, now walked by Crawford—how the mighty have fallen indeed. Cindy resplendent in victory, animated on camera in postfight—“I think we’ve seen the last of Kristanna,” Cindy smirks, “she’s a middleweight Shannon Elizabeth—I’m glad it’s over. She was thinking boxing, boxing, boxing—that’s what we planted in her mind, how I was going to slick her up, but we TOTALLY wanted to test that glass jaw right away. Loken’s chinny—there I said it—Daisy Fuentes knocked her out for God’s sake—you KNOW you’ve got to go there on Kris. I didn’t want to be facing those young legs in the tenth round of a hard fight—so I went after her. Torrie! Torrie Wilson—come and get come girl, I’m so old, so tired—you can slug right through me—come on—don’t be shy baby!” BLONDE! magazine editors not happy with a Crawford resurgence—much gnashing of teeth and furrowing of brows. “Everyone remembers when Cindy was middleweight monarch,” says one unnamed source. “It wasn’t a happy time. Cindy hard hearted, manipulative—she’s bad for boxing.” Certainly bad for Kristanna Loken—young beauty thrown back by ageless veteran—Team Loken has some work to do.

Reposted byArcher 3/18/10.