Originally posted by Simguy on 1/10/2008, 5:52 pm

Before: “Kreuk’s lost some of her appeal as a trophy…” Ashley sniffs in pre-fight. “I mean, the girl’s got Sarah and Kristen’s scruff marks all over her, but ya know what? She’s still obnoxious brunette tramp that’ll hang up real nice on my wall.”

Kris usually reserve4d taking the dais: “Have you ever been at the scene of a really nasty accident? Something like a skydiver’s parachute doesn’t open or someone was just the tiniest bit careless and got sucked into an industrial laundry press? Or maybe it was something much simpler. Maybe you were all sitting around watching one night when this mouthy little blonde nothing stepped off the curb right into the path of an oncoming cement mixer…” pause for malevolent smile, “You all saw it coming. In fact, you WANTED to tell her, try to war her before it was too late, but when the time for words came you just clammed up…and let it happen. Later on, after they’ve carted her off and cleaned the worst of the smear from the ring, you’ll try to rationalize your silence, tell yourself you were paralyzed with fear and some of yo0u will do it so convincingly that you might actually believe it. But the truth is you all LIVE for the moment of impact. That one crystal-clear moment of peace before someone’s world goes to hell. For Ashley Tisdale, this is that moment. And I hope you all end up hating yourselves for not doing more to keep the dumb bytch out of my way.”

Tisdale in breezy, sky blue tie sides bikini, blonde tresses loose on her shoulder, small white gloves; Kreuk in tawdry tiger print bikini, sleek black locks pulled back in loose ponytail, small black gloves.

During R1: Kreuk snarling very aggressive midring—feinting Tisdale, stepping right to

Turn blonde’s left flank. Ashley wide eyed, keeping dukes up high, in front of her mouth. Kreuk in off another feint, this time slinging In a hesitation right; doubling the right hand up the middle, then hooking Ashley’s mouth to get blonde backpedalling. Krissy hopping forward, hooking Ashley’s right flank” Tisdale groans, butt in ropes. Krissy teeth bared as she pours it to Ashley—straight right pounding up the middle; tight left hooks wide to jaw—poor Ashley’s head’s on a swivel, TISDALE GOES DOWN! Minute and a half in—sputtering blonde wilts to all fours under pasting pressure and KREUK SMITES ASHLEY”S LOWER BACK! Seething little brunette swabs a swinging right/left across Tisdale’s helpless lumbar—bringing the ref in a-barking. Shaky 8, Tisdale: Kreuk pounces back in with a straight rights/left hooks in lathering flurry, Tisdale’s hands up but her head’s kicking back from sock: blonde skidding to her left along ropes as brunettes steps-with and PASTES! Ashley hits her own corner, finally earmuffs up and droops forward: Kreuk sinks in a triplet of swinging hooks—small mitt tucking in PIK! PIK! PIK! Behind blonde right elbow. Ashley sinks to her knees at bell: ref quick to push Kreuk back this time.

R2: Tisdale’s eyes bulging—she’s shellshocked, shying away. Kreuk glaring like a pissed Siamese cat—she’s crouching forward, stomp-feinting Ashley, inducing her to ropes Tisdale shows earmuff: Kreuk lathers the waistline limber rights and lefts—slender brunette twitching hips to and fro for licking leverage. Tisdale clinches—mouth open moist on Krissy’s shoulder: Kreuk reaches under Ashley’s arms, bodies her into ropes, breaks the clinch with a rough shoulder butt in blonde teeth Tisdale seated in ropes, trying to form earmuff, but a brace of Kreuk hooks breaks down the defence, punching Ashley’s head back while her guard droops. Krissy tense with puncher’s vigour—legs rigid, weight shifting from one foot to the other as she twists into lefts and rights—OH, she’s pasting Ashley. Tisdale’s face spanked and bounced, Tisdale’s hands drooping—SHE’S OUT ON HER FEET. Kreuk reaching in with her left to stablize Ash at her chest: KRISSY’S BRINGING RIGHT HANDS! Stop the fight ref—Kreuk’s pounding away at defenceless Ashley! Ashley’s head pushes through the ropes—she sprawls in a backward arch—her heels digging into canvas as her hands hit the apron, long blonde hair hanging down. Ringsiders rushing to support Ashley’s head and shoulder’s—she’s just tummy-up, bent in an ugly warp. Mouth open in a stunned “Ahhh” as ref’s shoving Kreuk back. KO2 Kristin Kreuk.

After: Poor Ashley disentangled, then seen-to: she’s about as knocked out as a girl’s ever been. Kreuk pacing her corner, eyes flashing, still flushed with KO lust—her own trainer shadowing her, making sure she doesn’t rush over for extra Ashley. BLONDE! magazine vilifying the ref and Kristin both for this “outrage”—feather-fisted Krissy manufacturing one of the most violent stoppage in recent memory with a combination of determination, accuracy, and pure savagery tonight.

Reposted by Archer 7/28/09.