Posted by Simguy on 03/18/2005

Before: Interesting triangle developing between sensuous B-level beauties. Allen stepping in where hated rival De La Garza failed - gorgeous blonde trophy-win there for the taking, with the added thrill of surpassing Alana who failed in her bid. Tricia with the chance to trounce both the counterpart-brunettes in her category - it's a tremendous statement for a sexy new comer to make. "Alana was a Krista Allen wannabe," purrs Trish in prefight, taking time out to slap De La Garza's face in the bargain, "Krista's the real deal." Similar fidgetty, tense prefight we saw with ADLG/Helfer, ADLG/Allen, Allen/Daniel - girls humming like tuning forks when brought into close proximity, anxious to establish supremacy ASAP.

Tricia in black lace push up, black boy cut panties, Krista in red bikini, tie side bottoms.

During R1: Tricia loping, loose - elbows in, hands out to the side in a slight gull-wing whenever she's circling outside. Allen right hand at her chin, left lower, elbow in tight - she's a little more staccato-footed ala DeMarcus Corley - flinch-feinting, stepping out to rotate right or left with a serious scowl in place. Tricia the aggressor, threatening Allen with long, reaching one-twos, slinging hooks, sweeping rights - blonde hoping to do harm upstairs then tighten up stroke at close range. Allen not cooperating, constantly legging out, a little short with the jab but showing it as she takes a look-see first.

R2: Krista more constructive, sees she can jab Tricia to tummy, sees she can slip the Helfer right hand. Krista with good, relaxed upperbody moves, weaving blonde artillery and starting to dial in that biting, snap-hook to jaw - she tugs Tricia's chin off the counter, pivots left around the hook: precise, pretty. Allen feinting well, able to freeze Trish, then get sudden lead right hands on the mouth, and where the right hand leads, the hook is sure to follow. Shutout Allen.

R3: Krista again - crisp where Tricia's loose, taut where Tricia's sinuous. Allen jabbing to the body, showing the right hand, cashing in the hook - that classic Krista delivery as she'll wait for Helfer's right, slip it, then open up, pulling the whip-mitt hook off her thigh, bouncing it upside Helfer's head. Blonde taking a good shot, but unable to get set to punch: Allen's potshots, counters keeping blonde off balance through 3.

R4: Tricia remembering to find Kris with the jab first, scolding Allen firmly in the mouth, sliding in a straigher, sneakier right cross to make contact. Kris covering up temples - Helfer able to lean in and lick to ribs - those supple, lathering lefts and rights stroking Allen behind her elbows. Kris blocking, sliding her right foot back as she accepts Helfer's body shots, then trying to walk Trish into the counter-hook as aggressive blonde comes forward. Helfer the busier, more effective beauty - hounding Allen with rangy goodness, beating her outside and in.

R5: Similar sinewy negotiations - people pay to watch these kinds of girls shadow-box - pretty to watch even when nothing much is happening. Midway through - Allen making Trish miss with the upperbody weave - she slips Helfer's jab, times Helfer's right hand and pulls a tidy hook across before Tricia can pull the trigger. Temple-shot - HELFER'S ROCKED! Trish waving her right, looping a spasmodic left - she's lost control of her limbs, long legs stamping, knees locking up and nearly hyperextending as she storks around hurrrrt! Deep breath Krista, she walks Trish to ropes, taps a jab up top, RIPS a right hand to ribs, dips and DIGS a rising left to tummy. Helfer open mouthed, eyes forlorn - hands're up, but she's woozy, weak - so vulnerable. Kris patient - tap-tap-tapping the jab while leaning over to her right, then turning on a vicious right, partially blocked at Helfer's ear. Kris fluttering the right hand, then CRANKING her hook, generating terrific torque from her hips. Tricia sputtering, sliding along the ropes as Allen steps with - blonde tragically hurt, but tuffs it out: she's all wonky, swaying in the wind, but groggily defiant as Krista bodies up to sniff the hurt, establish dominant eye contact.

R6: Krista hunting Tricia down - blonde still fluttery-eyed, weak-kneed. Allen stalking around the perimeter, but not really attacking with vigour - she's ranging Tricia with the jab, shooting the odd single right hand to ribs or ear - but Helfer can see, react. Blonde dipping down behind her guard, then reaching around Allen's waist for breaks - good crisis control as blonde gives away a round but gets her legs back for the second half.

R7: Allen regretting the missed opportunity - Helfer's eyes have cleared, jab is snapping, stinging once again, establishing range Trish wants to work at. Helfer rotating clockwise, partially backhanding her stick: nice limber, well-oiled action on the punch. Helfer still missing most right hands, but slinging it out there - keeps Allen ducking, on the defensive. Trish starting to key in that slinging hook off her right hands - pulling it thick to Allen's ribs/armpit as brunette bends forward, raking it across Allen's stubborn tummy meat, clouting Allen upside the head.

R8: Shutout Tricia Helfer - she ups the tempo, turns puncher this round. Helfer jabbing to close, leaning her chin out over Krista's shoulder and hoisting licking, galloping rights and lefts up underneath. Allen sliding to her right along the ropes - Tricia stepping-with, often prettily palming her girl to maintain contact, then leaning in with continual lather. Sexy, sensual churning action: Helfer looming over Kris, shoulders rotating, long arms licking up into firm body or slashing across glistening back as Allen dips and slips. Allen grimacing - she's the better combination puncher, but she's not liking the heft of Helfer's slugging, shying away from it.

R9: Allen electing to stand and slug for respect: needs to back Tricia up off her - it's a glorious exchange of slinging, beautifully articulated hooks and crosses. ALLEN GOES DOWN! Both girls twisting into exquisite hooks: chests out, left hands pulled 'round off the hip and swung tidy to chins, but only Helfer's lands clean, depositing Krista on her backside. Allen up quickly, but shook - she immediately shows legs as Helfer lopes in to finish. Krista wide-eyed, concerned, scooting to her right along the perimeter - Tricia walking her down with a snarl. Not much contact - Kris too leggy, too smart and elusive, but Helfer takes a huge 10-8 back to her corner.

R10: Darting thrust and parry as girls lunge and retreat like a pair of cobras. Allen jabbing to Tricia's golden midsection, leaping back as Helfer snarls, tries to counter-lick the hook. Helfer sweeping forward, pulling the right hand over the top: Krista slipping low, straightening as she shifts weight to the back (right) foot and pulls that vicious counter-hook off her thigh. Deadly stuff, but Allen slightly more adept fighting at this heady pace - she's a little tauter-punching, landing with satisfying clout to Helfer's jaw while blonde blows mostly skid or glance. Final minute - Kris weaves a rangy blonde one-two, answers back that snapping hook on the chin and THERE GO TRICIA'S LEGS! Long blonde beauty sputtering away with shiny, how-could-you eyes: Allen hands at her side as she walks across the ring like a model on a catwalk, ready to lay in HARD! Tricia hits ropes, bends forward, covers up and ALLEN POUNDS AWAY! Kris teeth bared, hooking Helfer in her flank, scraping tight left/right uppercuts off the top of Helfer's scalp, tucking hardy rights in behind Tricia's left elbow. Blonde ramshackle, knees quaking, bending...bending...but not giving. Allen rips it up the bell and beyond, intent on obliterating Trish when ref bodies her back. Comes back one point UD10: TRICIA HELFER!

After: 5 rounds a piece, but knockdown gives it to Tricia - she's a battered, relieved, exultant vixen in postfight. Immediately after the announcement, with Allen reeling in shock, blinking back tears - Helfer fronts up with a malicious grin, waving an elegant finger "no" in Krista's face, clearly relishing the brunette's heartbreak. Allen tries to look away - Tricia shadowing her, nostrils flaring, forcing eye contact - officials move in before this thing gets out of hand. Little to choose between scalding hot sexpots, but Helfer's at the apex of the pyramid after suppressing both Alana and Krista in hard fought, close-run affairs