Posted by Simguy on 4/7/2006, 7:00 pm.

Before: pundits wary of labeling Krista the favorite: yes she’s bigger, yes she’s a fitness-athlete type lightweight; but she’s been down this road before against hard veteran blonde comp. “I know everyone’s thinking about Jennie Garth.” Krista acknowledges in prefight, still stung by that encounter. “That’s not going to happen this time. I’m putting my foot down: girls I’m supposed to beat, I’m going to beat. No way Bello gets the better of me.” Maria a solid, under-rated cougar who’s pounded the likes of Demi Moore I astonishment--she’s happy to give a little size to get in with a notoriously “soft fighter”. “Allen’s got no heart,” Maria asserts, drawing glares from down the dais. “She’s got skills, but without the ass to back ‘em up, she got nothing. I’m hunting Krista down and taking her out--I’m going body on her and there’s no a damn thing she can do to stop me.” Bello in baby blue cashmere crochet bikini--Krista in cream crochet bikini.

During R1:  Aggressive beauties strong to midring--Bello jabbing with Krista, then tagging her a wide right hand to ear to get Allen covering up. Thundering barrage amidships--Bello going to the Allen midriff with both dukes--shoulder rotating, arms pumping--beating Krista to ropes, Allen grimacing behind the earmuff guard, answers back a desperation left uppercut/left hook combo--neatly taking Bello tic-toc on the chin. Maria shook, but refusing to back off--stubby jabs push into Krista, nudging her into ropes and another right hand blast bounces off her skull. Allen slumping into ropes, stooping forward, hands at temples: she’s giving in to Maria’s will here--Bello pouring through the psychic breach. Oh, the ribs: Maria BANGIG away on luscious brunette torso--short, crisp, biting punches snapping off taut meat, crippling gorgeous brunette, paralyzing the legs. No one punch does it--clubbing assortment of lefts and rights beats Allen to her knees: Krista panting in shock and disappointment as snarling Bello is pushed back. Discouraged 8, Krista: Maria bounces back in--right at her cheek as she prods propping jabs, then lays back in with boisterous rights and lefts off Allen’s head and shoulders to the bell. “I’M IN YOUR TRUNKS BYTCH!” Bello screams, pushing up on Kris. Shiny-eyed Allen pushing Maria back--ref has to jump in as tempers flare.

R2:  Maria pressing forward--Allen adjusting by easing back, keeping contact with the jab and walking Bello into those jagged edge left uppercuts off the left foot--right uppies off the right. Krista scraping away, then turning at the ropes, maintaining her distance well--Maria paying a pretty high price just for the privilege of trudging forward without getting off. Midway through, Allen wheeling and dealing--hard jabs setting up sizzling right hands and biting hooks--Kris extending on shots, leaning into those crosses, torquing into those hooks. Bello put wobbly butt from a series if clanging chin-checks--she’s on her heels, eyes moist, dukes up when Krista CRASHES through the gates with a plowing right. MARIA GOES DOWN! Bello’s hands stacked chest and tummy as she soaks the cross, head tossing hard to starboard--she’s dropped to her back, sitting up woozy as Allen stalks past nostrils flaring. Maria bravely beats the count, bats her mitts together and nods firmly that she’s okay: CUE DONNYBROOK! Allen lips pulled back, lunging in with overhand rights, leaning back out with torquing hooks, Bello baring HER teeth, ducking underneath Krista’s onslaught, looking to answer back hooks from the crouch. ALLEN’S HURT! Vicious two-way punching sees Maria slug her way into the lead--poor Krista tottering back, eyes blinking--she staggers into ropes as Bello bulls in. Maria DIGGING amidships--leaning in on Krista while plugging her mitts to flat tummy--Allen crying out, reaching to clinch as brawny blonde shrugs and slugs. Bell--Maria still plowing--Allen sitting in ropes bawling in protest as ref has to physically pull rampaging Bello back.

R3: Krista: eyes hard as her heart--she advances to midring, snaps out the A+ jab, drawing oohs and aahs as Maria’s face is spanked back, Bello can’t counter that stick, covers up, crouches to weave under it: Allen steps left a-spritizing poke, looking for the right cross. Maria contained for the first time--she can’t penetrate Krista’s jab, can’t close and work--Allen dictating terms, circling and patiently banging away from outside. Halfway point--those long right hands are starting to crash home--Bello soaking hard upside the head--hands stacked right atop left at her body as her face snaps to the side Allen starting to free-wheel--stepping in with her fearsome lead left uppercut, catching Maria under the chin and putting her wobbly butt; feinting Maria, then bringing hesitation rights hard across the chin. Bello starting to flounder--taking hard, hard punches--she’s breaking down, arms outstretched in plaintive don’t-hurt-me gesture as Krista starts to unleash. Righ5t hand smashes Maria’s head aide, pounding her into stupor--she pitches forward on her toe, tottering past Allen as Kris wheels to her right and BELLO GOES DOWN! Maria sprawling on her chest--he’s out on her face, right cheek moist on canvas, arms nice and brawny out about her head in KO’d slumber. KO3 in spectacular fashion, Krista Allen.

After: Shriek if exhilaration from Krista--nervy fight sees her go down and get challenged mentally: Allen answers, and answers with vigor. “She tried to punk me,” Kris bleats in post fight, rubbing at her tummy with an open right hand, “but she just couldn’t. I was determined to stand in and punch with Bello--there was no way I could allow another Garth fiasco.” Maria outgunned, but unbowed--she goes out on her shield after 110%: somebody give this warrior a big money fight!

Reposted by Archer 5/30/11.