Posted by simguy on 1/15/2005

Before: Smoldering, accusatory eyes from Brook at all prefight venues: searing memory of Stacy's predatory, uncalled-for crossbody in the wake of the Carpenter defeat still gnaws at beautiful Brit. Keibler upbeat, unrepentant. "If there's one thing I've learned from the WWE," breezes Keibler in prefight, "it's how to give the people a show. Kelly was laid out all yummy - I KNEW Charisma was too big a prude to do anything, so I jumped in and did the promotion a favour. And I'll tell you something else: I can't wait to stretch Kelly out AGAIN!" Keibs an insufferable minx during staredown, smirking, batting her eyelashes at Kel - Brook grim, quivering with the need to punish tall blonde tormentress. Kel in metallic baby blue bikini, punching pigtails - Kelly in boffo red bikini (see Samdog photo ref).

During R1: Stacy out with that bewildering bat-down attack - Brook just covered up, inching forward, trying to find her way. Keibs on wide spread legs, shifting weight between front and back feet to generate power, change up distance. Punches raining down in astonishing variety: sweeping rights, steering hooks, backhand speedbag lefts setting up chopping rights, left and right uppercuts, tomahawk rights. Stacy batting at the body whenever Brook leans too far forward - blonde lowering her hands, craning forward and churning underneath, playing her fists across Kelly's ribs and tummy. Brunette clubbed, clouted, swatted and poked - she's touched up, if essentially unhurt in a flailing blonde shutout.

R2: Same again - but Brook finding inroads. Kelly covered up, letting fists pelt against her guard, skull and shoulders, but jamming out her jab stiff, finding Keibler in the face, then ringing her up in the body a scooping right hand. Stacy the busier girl, batting and wailing away with Brook sliding along the ropes for the most part - blonde volume suppressing Kelly's heavier weight of shot through 2.

R3: Kelly still having problems getting off - she's stout, strong in the pocket, blocking a lot of leather, but the maelstrom effect is keeping British guns holstered. Keibs rangy, clobbering away - pik, pak, pek punching splatters head, shoulders, back, ribs and tummy. Keibs shoving slanted left hands straight to jug on occasion, or clawing the left hook across them, but resisting the temptation to commit 100% and risk getting tagged in return.

R4: Kelly's most constructive round. Hard jab out of the tight guard getting Keibler's attention - blonde getting her face spanked, straightening up, eyes blinking - Kelly's able to edge in and land roundhouse rights to ribs. Round goes on - those body shots add up: Keibs taking to leaning forward face-in-gloves, groaning softly as Kelly bashes away behind the elbows. Brook in her element, plowing blonde torso with thudding rights and lefts, just turning, knuckling up as Keibler staggers in a little semi circle. Brook's uppercuts mostly blocked, but she's starting to eye Stacy's chin, having put the work in downstairs.

R5: Keibler makes her bid for round of the year. First minute: Stacy showing a more disciplined stance - flatter footed, dukes up - she hammer-drops lead right hands straight off her shoulder - crack-crack-cracking away stab-and-retract to Brook's staring face. Intermittent straight lefts join the party - same sharp cracking spank - Brook stunned, blinking. Keibs getting up on that right toe, really pushing off sharp, backing Kel to ropes. Digging little fish-hook left to the sternum draws a breathy gasp from Brook - elbows drop, she bends forward: the flood gates are open...

Sweeping lefts and rights across Brook's shiny back - pelting blows. Keibler's face stoney with effort, lips tight...

Keibs opening up, getting sidearm leverage, but keeping the elbows in - plenty of long body behind the strokes. Hooks clapping Kelly's cheek, then short, ripping left uppercuts pick up her chin...

Keibs stepping-with whenever Brook stumbles along the ropes - blonde knuckling up on the shoulders, pushing Kelly to stabilize her, then laying in - all hard, all the time. Keibs finds a slashing right beneath the breastline that has Brook sobbing in torment, sitting hurt in the ropes...

Beating and stalking goes on and on and on - Kelly in the ropes taking sullen or sliding numb to either side, trying to keep her dukes up. Final moments, it's all too much - withering shellack spreads creeping paralysis through Kelly's limbs - final volley of swinging lefts and rights drives her into the canvas. Brook rolling to her back, desperately hurt - Keibs smiling lifting her mitts and staring back hopefully. Not to be: Kelly Brook somehow twitches off the KO, climbs ropes to sway shabby for 8 at the bell. Keibler's face hot with effort, chest heaving, eyes glaring: she can't believe Brook's still standing.

R6: Brook bravely off her stool but numb, helpless - Keibler able to pack her girl into the ropes with businesslike body-up, extending arms to push and stabilize, then churning away hard-eyed. Brisk batting lefts and rights - Stacy light on her feet, weight back and forth, fists tearing away what's left. Poor Kelly wilting forward, eyes glassy, arms crossed - she's stubborn, but her legs are quivering beyond her control, she can't answer the incoming, she's defenceless. Withering rain of punishment drives Brook to canvas at the minute mark - Kelly sprawling on her face out cold. KO6 in breathtaking fashion - Stacy K.

After: Keibler removing her gloves, smiling down hands on hips at her beaten quarry: no doubt in the whole arena what's coming up. Stacy moving so she can get a toe under Kelly's right shoulder and roll brunette to her back: Brook groaning, dimly aware but powerless to prevent the travesty. Grinning Stacy lowers herself to her knees, snaps her trunks back into line around her buttocks, then spreads herself across Brook's quivering chest: legs locking up Kelly's right arm; hands taking a firm white knuckle grip on Brook's left. Kelly moaning in a KO'd daze, head lolling weakly left and right - her hips gulp in exhaustion - she lifts her tired legs in a series of weak bucks, instinctively trying to dislodge her conqueress. Keibs loving it - crowd loving it - blonde soaking up every ounce of her brunette tonight.