Posted by Simguy on 1/27/2006, 7:06 am.

Before: Referring to Molly as the “Yummiest Cross-Body Ever!” Stacy is resplendent in preflight: strutting, smiling, glowing with confidence. “I just hope she gives me a few more minutes to pound away at her,” Keibler smirks at the podium. “I mean--I always knew Molly was just a hyped up model and a genu-ine, 100% grade A, punk--but that kast fight was ridiculous!” Sims blushing, stung by her foe’s low assessment: she;s grimly determined to right the verdict this time out. “The FCBA is not big enough for Stacy Keibler and me,” a stern-faced Molly asserts, “I’ve got major plans for 2006, I’m becoming top blonde this year--I’m bringing Helfer, Theron and Diaz to heel, and I want everything they’ve got and more. BUT: I’ve got a little mess to clean up first, Stacy Keibler must be punished, I put Taylor Cole away twice: I know I can stop this piece of wrestling trash in her tracks. Keibs in baby blue bikini, puncher’s pigtails: Molly in blast twist-tie halter-style bikini top, silver-grey bottoms. White gloves both vixens.

During R1: Sims upright, dukes high, confused hy the bandy-limbed Keibler assault early. Stacy’s right foot well back--she bats rangy lefts and rights at Molly’s flanks, mixing things up with the odd pulsing jab or straight right hand--rocking forward and back on widespread feet to change up her distance, Sims frowning, trying to time Stacy and poke her on the chin, but it’s easier said than done; Molly coming up short or thrusting nlate, Adding to Simsy’s woes: hard body shots on her lats and ribs cramping her up--Molly flat footed, stationary--lathered, batted, and drilled by a free-swinging, unpredictable Keibler in the first. Stacy lighting up the area with her smile as she turns to strut back to her corner: Sims sullen, glaring,k stung by the feel of  Keibler’s insolent mitts all over her body.

R2: Stacy hopping back in on Molly--Keibler effervescent, tossing punches out of her wide stance leaning in and out, shifting weight front foot to back, then forward again as she shellacks the target. Bewildering, batting attack up and down both flanks has Sims flustered--Keibler able to bend into glorious, looping right hand o the jab, sends a tremor down to Simsy’s toes as Molly baby-steps hurt to her right Keebs hopping forward giddy--she gets close, pulls at Molly’s elbows to expose the rib cage, then straps lanky lefts and rights at the body--gloves bouncing off sleek, tanned muscle as Sims sinks groaning to ropes. Keibler lashing as Mol--tightening up stroke from close range, twisting her torso sexy into slinging blows, just tidying up all over Molly, Keibler showing a little variety, picking Molly up a bolo right uppercut, sending fresh shivers down Sims’ legs: Molly showing tremendous resolved in sponging these punches, Sims avoids the shutout late with some gouging body shots of her own--really biting her hook against Stacy’s lean ribs, shiny sternum, bunching Keibler up at the bell as breathless blondes clinch.

R3: Molly’s got something going--she surges over to offence, startling Keibler with darting jabs in the nose, then SPANKING her toi the solar-plexus a downward slanting, lancing right, Keebs frowning, hurgling as she extends her arms forward whule stepping backward--Sims stepping forward with a wide, lashing hook in the ribs and more sloping rights down into the midsection. Keibler hits ropes, eyes narrowed in pain: Molly steps in close, dragging a thick right hand fat to sternum, buckling Keibler’s tanned legs as ringsiders grooooannn in sympathy. Keibs in trouble--covering up earmuff and stooping forward: Sims arches her back, picks Stacy up a clipping left uppercut, popping Keibler’s drowsy face up with a drowsy expression, Short, sidearm right hand bites into rib behind Stacy’s left elbow; another left uppercut picks her up--KEIBLER’S REELING! Stacy staring, lolling on the ropes, mouth open, eyes unfocused--pounding away straight punches to the chest and face of her foe. Keibler’s head jerking and twisting as her body freezes up--poor Stacy stunned, taking punches and KEIBLER WILTS TO HER KNEES! Molly chest heaving eyes blazing, is pushed back and STACY CAN’T GET UP! Savage payback KO3 Molly Sims.

After: Girls showing no mercy when one or the other gets hurt: it’s another quick, blistering stoppage, Sims roaring, strutting the ring and pounding her chest--very unmodel-like behaviour as Molly’s emotions are laid bare with this thrilling destruction of her rival. Keibler trembling, blubbering on all fours--Sims doffs her gloves and PILES IN FROM THE SIDE! Molly tackling Stacy to her back, scrambling across her foe’s body. Hot belly wriggling atop straining chest as Molly’s long legs wrap up Stacy’s left arm, Molly’s hand grip at Stacy’s right wrist to streeeetch her out and SIMS GETS CROSSBODY ON KEIBLER! Molly tossing her head forward and back, teeth clenched--damp, tangled blonde curls dancing--she’s just POURING it to a blubbering Stacy K. Exultant look on Molly’s face as she glances over her left shoulder into Stacy’s pinched expression worth the price of admission tonight. Keibler grimacing, baring her teeth, head lolling side to side, then breaking down into sobs as she strains against her oppressor. Keebs’ feet push at the canvas, scotching the two blondes along the canvas, but there’s nothing groggy Stacy can do. Final, shuddering submission--Keibler begging for release as Molly crows in triumph--Sims paying her debt in full tonight, as heartless as only one blonde on another can be.

Reposted by Archer 11/7/07.