Posted by simguy 6-25-05

Thanks to Ginny for this repost.

Tragic miscommunication leading to hard feelings, flaring tempers, wild accusations in prefight. "There's no doubt in my mind Jewel tried to put Courtney out of boxing," says Nikki in prefight. "Also no doubt she was coming over to walk Courtney after that fight, and would have, if I hadn't made Jewel back down. Kilcher's got a beating coming and I can't wait to take her down a peg." Jewel uncharacteristically ruffled - she knows her intentions towards Courtney Thorne-Smith were competitive and honorable. "First of all, If I had wanted to put Courtney out of boxing?" Jewel responds. "She'd be out of boxing. And second of all, the day Nikki Cox makes me back down is the day I hang up my trunks for good. I didn't carry Smith no matter what people say, but I just might give Nikki a little something special in this fight." Jewel in slick battle bun, white bandeau top, navy trunks with white bordering, white shoes and gloves - Nikki in white bikini, pink gloves, tan suede knee-length boxing moccasins.

Rd 1: Jewel in her frame defense - right at her temple, left at her cheek, moving her head, blocking Nikki's punches on her guard. Cox getting off supple, plenty of leverage, but she can't penetrate - hooking hard off her front foot, pushing forward into Jewel's defense with right hands. Kilcher calm, patient in the pocket, answering back off the block with that thudding, heavy jab against Nikki's pretty face. Professional stuff from Jewel - she blocks, jabs, walks Nikki down and takes her measure in the first.

Rd 2: Cox still stepping-to and busting: Jewel blocking, letting punches detonate off her shoulders, gloves, hips. Kilcher sharp, decisive with her jab in response, pounding back Nikki's head, forcing redhead to the corners. Jewel closing distance and banging the body with authority this round: thick belting right hands shivering off rib cage and that money hook tucking in behind Nikki's right elbow. FAT busting right hands curled tidy against the rack - Jewel getting in there nice n' snug, following through with her shoulder on hooter she's so compact. Cox against the ropes for the first time, starting to wince: Jewel an irresistible force through two.

Rd 3: More Jewel, stacking up the pressure as Cox begins to break down. Nikki dukes collected at her chin - she'll step to a spot, wait on Jewel, then bust the hook, club the right hand, trying to beat down the guard: Jewel chops Cox the jab, hammering back the face, stunning redhead and forcing her ever backward. Cox hits ropes, covers up just in time to receive the first of a torrent of Jewel Kilcher right hands thick in the ribcage - Jewel jabbing to get Nikki upright, then cudgeling home the right hand beef. Cox tilted forward, ashen faced: Jewel twists her hips, pulls lethal hooks into that trembling waist, buckling Coxie's curvy legs, then blonde eases redhead into ropes with a muscular left elbow nudge. Jug mugging? You bet - Jewel pounding away with brawny, short lefts and rights, following through with plenty of forearm to Nikki's hulking hooters - poor Cox sopping it up in shell-shocked astonishment. Big booming strap-down - Jewel tidying up with wallop, covering up defensively to block everything Cox throws back - these are heartbreaking moments for a big-hitting redhead. Systematic pounding all too much: Nikki sinks to one knee, gritting her teeth in pain - she's hurting, shivering from thudding blonde intensity. Kilcher glancing down all cool and pretty, shiny from the sweat of her labors as she struts to the neutral corner.

R4: Jewel marching behind her guard, busting Nikki in the chops that hardhearted jab, stepping Cox to ropes and PILING on the hurt! Nikki mute with punishment, dukes at her temples - she tilts forward, leans back, slowly breaking down as Jewel's fists reduce proud redhead to so much rubble. Crippling body shots drawing groans from ringsiders. Clubbing lefts and rights about the ears and temples, scrambling Nikki's senses, dulling her. Short, clipping uppercuts, just to get Nikki's face up off her gloves: Cox all sleepy, eyebrows high in astonished stupor. Thudding, mean-spirited jug - Jewel going to one of the proudest bosoms in the FCBA just because she can: poor Nikki can't stop the harvest. It's all too much - Cox beaten in stages to her knees - she trembles on all fours, spits out her mouthpiece in anguish. TKO4 Jewel Kilcher as Nikki Cox can't beat the count.

After: Jewel storming through Smith and Cox on a one woman mission to single-handedly maul a stable - easily Kilcher's most impressive, most one-sided victory against credible comp. "I'm ready," says Jewel in postfight. "I can win a title in this division - I've never felt so fully in command of myself and my opponents. I'm calling on Carmen Electra to get over herself and get back in the ring with me. I think if she ducks me, it'll undermine her entire reign: nobody can believe she's truly the best if she doesn't defend against me."