Posted by Simguy on 1/19.2007, 6:53 am.

Before: "I really feel I'll knock Kaley out," says Shannon E matter-of-fact at the podium. "I've looked at our tapes of her, and from what I can see--she's poison for Erica Durancel, but chocolate for the rest of us. She's gonna leap in and gamble on me, and it's gonna cost her: one hit, and this thing's over. I see myself competing straight-up with Tricia Helfer and Charlize this year--Kaley Cuoco's blonde stepping stone material en route to those paydays." Cuoco crossing arms, cocking head, pursing lips--tuff talk from Shan leaving blonde nonplussed. "I love being underestimated," Kaley shrigs in response, "frankly, i get a lot of the same crap from lightweights. Stick-woman Shannoon thinks she can put me on ice--she's welcome to try but I'm not imprssed by her big 'turnaround'. There's holes in Elizabeth's game you can drive a truck through, and I plan to. Shannon's the one getting hurt in this fight--not me." Shan in soft, dark chocolate-brown velvet bikini, white gloves. Kaley in crisp white sports bra; baby-blue cashmere crochet bikini bottoms; white gloves. Surprisingly, girls refuse to touch'em up--each a little irritated with the other despite generally sweet depositions all 'round.

During R1: Kaley exploring--nimble to her right--little stoop-jabs in against Shannon's tummy proving Cuoco can touch taller vixen. Shan rotating, pinging out the rangefinding jab--skidding it atop Kaley's elusive head as brunette stays tall, blonde crouches small. Midway through, Kaley sinuously ducks Shan's jab while dropping right foot back; weaves Shan's right hand; erupts out of crouch as Elizabeth's leaning forward (giving up her height) and Kaley STROKES Shannon a clapping hook. Shannon eyes wide, stomping back in heels--Kaley clouting her a terrible wallop to chin, puts brunette wobbly butt. Cuoco following up triumph with a mistake--jumping in hit and gettinf caught a pokey little intercept right--Kaley unhurt, but rebuked, bounces back outside as shaky-legged Shannon regroups. Tentative, stalking stuff as Kaley creep-steps outside, bending low, looking to dart in off angles as Elisabeth's eyes clear at the bell.

R2: Shannon working behind her jab--right hand hovering near he chest: brunette chin is up and exposed, but her tall posture and spearing poke making it tough for Kaley to penetrate, Cuoco in closed stance--dangling left hand at her hip, right under her chin--she's looking to tempt Shan into throwing the right hand, hoping to get  Elizabeth moving forward into something juicy. Shannon not buying this round--keeping that pinging jab on Kaley's left shoulder or forehead, forcing Cuoco to slide-step back and bib her head, Cuoco's tare forays inside almost meet with disaster as Shannon is waiting with a vicious, lanky right uppercut--brunette doesn't connect, but crowd oohing and ahhing at the attempts. Elizabeth rights the ship, establishes control midring.

R3: Kaley all supple, dangling that left hand--she'll bring it up and swipe it sidearm easing backward anytime Shan tries to advance. Cuoco feinting, creep-stepping right, then darting in the lead right hand: Shan just a split second late defensively, getting her mouth tapped as she's leaning back. Cuoco crouching low after scoring, pivoting and sliding back out of range--blonde combatting brunette physical advantage with agility, telephone-booth quicks, midway through, Shannoin missing anoither one-two, steps her right foot forward: she's out of position for just a heartbeat, but that;s all Kaley needs. Batting left hook takes Elizabeth on her mouth--Kaley doubles it to jaw, startling Shan. Sudden right hand punches Elizabeth square in the face--her arms flail out to either side as feet stamp: she's hurt, Kaley hops right, hooks Elizabeth's mouth that sidearm whip; double hook to catch Shan in her breasts; drops a tasty right hand chop over Shan's left shoulder and ELIZABETH GOES DOWN! Shannon goggle-eyed, sputtering to all fours--she's all tremble-bodied, pulling herself up shabby--numbly wiping her gloves on her thighs while looking around moist-eyed. Ref barking 8 in Shan's face, checking her, then he backs away to wave Kaley on in. MOUNT CUOCO ERUPTS! Shannon glassy-eyed, open mouthed as she backs to ropes: Kaley pouncing, tearing at her foe in combination. Batting, licking sidearm hooks from the hip take Shan in her flank, tummy, mouth; choppy right hands dot the chin, poke between the eyes; swinging right hands park in above Shan's right hip,, crippling her with moist whimpers, Cuoco pushing off the ball of either foot in wide stance, cashmere-clad buttocks jumping with KO frenzy. Kaley's hands all over Shannon, shredding brunette defences: lanky Elizabeth slumping against ropes, pasty-faced, hands at chest, staring into punishmentm reactions getting verrrry groggggy and THE REF STEPS IN! Kaley Cuoco yelping in triumph--she stops Shannon Elizabeth TKO3!

After: Elizabeth burying her face in the man's shoulder, sobbing in protest at bthe atoppage--but her willowy legs were gone: ref had no choice. Kaley jubilant, prancing the ring, blowing kisses to boushing Tractorpull scribes; taking a deep, exaggerated bow at the standing ovation BLONDE! Mag reps are giving her--she gets it done Cam Diaz-style with a furious barrage of quick-mitt heat. "The ref definitely did the right thing," a fresh-n-sweaty Kaley says in postfight, white towel around tanned neck. "Shannon was helpless--I was only going to hurt her if they let it continue. You know--I'm very solid: lightweights like to talk aboiut me like I'm Natalie Portman coming up--but I felt I was stronger than Shannon tonight, Boxing isn't about bulk anyway--as long as I can hurt a girl, I feel like I'm big enough, you know?"

Reposted by Archer 6/7/10.