Posted by Simguy on 3/13/2004, 8:30 am.

Before: Bantam veteran Courtney Thorne Smith with a pretty tall order tonight--win or loose her fighting contract, and the opponent is Top 10 lightweight Krista Allen. “I wouldn’t have agreed to the terms if I didn’t think I could win,” says a confident Smith. “I’ve seen Allen’s game and she’s got flaws Ashley Scott would be ashamed of. I’ll be very competitive in this fight,” Allen not amused--lots of baleful glares, crossed arms and pursed lips throughout the press conferences--Krista all business for this bout. Allen in leopard print bikini, small loop connections between jugs, at the thigh--CTS in elegant black bikini.

During R1: Allen scoring immediately with that smashing stick, pounding back Courtney’s face once, twice. Smith blinking, unsettled as Allen steps left and jumps in that fabled lead left uppercut, caving in Courtney’s chin and PUTTING SMITH ON HER BACK! Allen striding away all smoldering satisfaction--wonky blonde narrowly beats the count, swaying at the ropes. Allen operating, jabbing to the belly, stepping out, circling back in, jabbing to the belly., Smith still shaking her head, stepping wobbly butt hands up and Allen CRACKS her a sweeping right hand ‘round the guard, twists and gets a monster hook on chin and DOWN GOES COURTNEY! Smith on her butt, back against the ropes, looking like she’s just be thrown out of a car--Krista striding to the neutral corner, dark eyes gleaming at the prospect of a big finish. Final minute, Krista cleans up at the ropes--veteran brunette digging into tasty blonde ribs and tummy meat--vicious tucking lefts and rights sinking deep and ruining Smith’s legs. Courtney sagging, wheezing, clinging to Allen’s to keep from going down--HUGE 10-7 first Krista. (Slow mo replays shows the knockdowns, focus on Courtney trying to get up--Krista’s strong thighs bulging with long, conqueror’s strides as she crosses in front of the camera.

R2,3: Krista prettying Courtney up, showing a variety of looks, There’s mobile Krista, motoring around the ring on steel sprung legs, touching Courtney the jab. There’s flat footed Krista--pounding away with a harder jab and seeking right crosses up the middle. There’s body punching Krista--edging in tight on Smith and hooking her trembling tummy, fitting right hands in behind the elbow or hard upon the ear, Allen bending Smith’s frame, backing her up and pinning her down under heavy fire at he ropes. Allen chalks up 3 straight shutouts-it’s all Krista upbeat--Courtney in shock, lumping up nicely under the assault, (Slow mo replays show Allen operating at the ropes--how she turns into her punches. With Smith slouching forward--Allen will twist to the right, dragging the hook across protesting blonde abs, left shoulder at Court’s cheek, Allen looking back as she loads up the right hand. Kris turns to the left, pulling the tidy right in hard on the ear--right shoulder finishing up on Court’s mouth as blonde looks dazed, unresponsive).

R4: Stubborn Smith resistance--not enough to break up the no-hitter, but she’s punching back, landing right hands on Krista’s sexy mouth, clawing a pesky hook across Allen’s world class jugs. Allen busying herself about Smith’s middle, giving up some openings as a result, but this is yeoman brunette work down there: straight right hands to the chest and down into the stomach, hooks up and into tummy or ‘round the side, digging in behind the elbow, fitting flat above Courtney’s hip. Smith spending a lot of time with her back to the ropes, letting Allen get off, Court looking for counter shots that are hard to get against a good athlete like Krista.

R5,6: Allen steps up the pace--Courtney starting to weave, stagger and sway, desperately holding herself together as Allen breaks down the resistance. Krista’s eyes all hungry and moist as she cripples Courtney to the body--Allen practically purring as Smith folds forward, blonde all wet-faced, open-mouthed as she clinches for breaks. Meanspirited stuff--Allen very methodical, beating her girl about the hips and breadbasket, picking up chin with tidy right and left uppercuts as Smith leans forward and late in the sixth, Allen goes jug without a shred of remorse as Courtney sits hurt in the ropes. Allen’s pink tongue out the right side of her mouth as she hoists leather up underneath into Smith’s overhanging melons--poor Courtney soaking it up a horrible beating, shaky-legged going into the 7^th.

R7: Allen stepping right, gets a pulverizing lead right over Court;’ shoulder, steps right, gets the same punch, steps right, gets it again as Smith just turns and soaks it up. Krista getting leggy, cruel smile as eyes never leave the target--brunette just shearing in from angles, leading with that jagged step-in left uppercut, leading with pounding rights--all power shots. Midway through, Smith barely rolls with a right, leans back but gets caught a clapping hook as Krista hops forward--Smith spilled to her backside once more--again, camera follows pantherish Allen, strutting to the neutral corner, tossing her hair, staring as Courtney pulls herself together. Allen really working Courtney over at the ropes, getting hips and back into short, devastating hooks behind the elbow, crumpling Smith into the strands--blonde sobbing aloud, unable to release her own fists as Allen steps into her. Boos from the crows as Kris reaches under Courtney’s arms and holds a dazed, deadweight blonde up, preventing the knockdown. Allen grinning, shaking her “NO” into the4 audience as the truth dawns on Smith: she’s being carried.

R8.9.10: Not for the feint of heart. Allen circling, but flat footed, patient now, just muscling in the jab, pounding back Courtney’s sleepy face and carving in off angles to put hard punches in target. Smith repeatedly battered back to the ropes, beaten rudely to her breadbasket and breasts, then cuddled up: Allen doesn’t want the blonde swooning to the canvas and robbing Krista of unspeakable pleasure. Beating goes on and on--Smith reeling from one groggy stand to another, dukes up pathetic, beautiful face busted up and beaten unrecognizable as Krista hammers away relentlessly. Allen savoring the body work, folding Smith up, then accepting blubbering, semi-conscious blonde in her arms, stacking Court into the ropes and waiting for the break. Allen unthreatened in the 10^th, licking her lips, fascinated at the damage she’s inflicting and simply going at Courtney with sickening grace. Fight end with Smith drowsy, vacant, pushed up against the ropes, helpless as Allen turns over cudgeling right hands across sullen, flap jacked boobies at the bell. Krista lifting her mitts and celebrating the 10-0 rout in grand style--simple one of the most statistically dominating efforts on record.

After: Smith a shambling, wandering wreck--classy veteran hangs around one fight too long at lightweight as Allen lathers in the hurt tonight. Smith looking like Allen zipped her upo in a sleeping bag, then beat her repeatedly with a baseball bat--eyes swollen shut, lips busted, torso and chest purpling up as Court takes a seat gingerly, flinching from even incidental contact by her trainer as the man tries to tenser up those ribs. Krista doing little dance steps, laughing, being congratulated--she posts as wide a margin of victory over 10 rounds as we’ve ever seen, basically untouched, glowing healthily after an intense 30 minute work out. Allen further enraging some in the audience when she dons a soft white baby harp seal robe over her bikini, looking every inch the barbarian queen tonight. Allen eventually decides she wants more, but she’s spent so much time preening, officials have organized themselves in the ring, barricading Courtney’s corner, denying Krista a taste of helpless blonde and turning greedy Allen back, thirst unquenched.

Reposted by Archer 2/8/13.