Posted by Simguy on 2/112006, 9:20 am.

Before: Molly stating her blonde ambitions boldly in prefight—candidly calling into question Theron supremacy like it’s rarely been challenged before. “For years, nobody has seriously challenged Charlize for blonde dominance just because of her reputation,” Molly asserts in prefight, “but I’m going to change all that! This year, I’ve already put down Stacy Keibler, and I hope to add Cameron Diaz and Trish Helfer to the list. Once I have Charlize surrounded, I’ll add her to the list like the cherry on top and there will be no questioning my status. BLONDE! Magazine Fighter of the Year—Reigning Blonde Supreme—here I am come!” Richards shaking her head in bewilderment, clearly baffled by Sims’ megalomania: Denise just can’t control herself. “Let me get this straight,” D says into her mic whiling cutting her glance across to Molly, “You beat up some welterweight ingénue about 100 years ago and suddenly you’re ready to take blonde supremacy? You know, you’re not fighting Charlize: I didn’t hear my name once, you dumb bimbo. How it’s gonna look when I put you on your back—huh?” Fighter of the Year? How you gonna explain THAT?” Molly in black bikini top, silver/grey bottoms—D in copper bikini, ring connections.

During R1: Sims testing the Richards chin early, dives in behind a slicing one-two to rock Denise seconds in. Richards’ right hand sailing over top as she’s clipped clean—she nearly corkscrews to mat, but rights herself, pitching headlong into ropes with a stunned expression. HERE CONES MOLLY!  Sims loving it on Denise-0raking her crosses and hooks, pounding away face and  breasts as poor Richards slides to her right in stupor. Corner: Sims gritting her teeth, lowering her shoulder and pumping D to body—Richards slumping forward, breathlessly clinching up behind Molly’s elbows to slow the beating. Ref pushes a seething Sims back: Richards slides to her right out of the corner, clearly distraught, staring bleakly. Sims stepping-with and going all-in—HEARTLESS criss cross pounding as Richards is stalked along the perimeter—Molly blasting away with raking vigour, savaging Richards corner to corner to corner along the apron. Denise shows nothing but heart: virtually defenseless m shipping an unholy beating. She refuses to go down, sopping up everything Molly can toss at her in the first. Bell—Richards swaying—Molly bodies up and bellows into rival blonde’s face, forcing ref to take a hand.

R2: Sims charging in: Denise compact, gets low, rebuffs her rival blonde with a thumping right/left on the waist, Patient, methodical ground attack—Richards punching-with, ducking under Molly’s lancing right hands to pound the Sims breadbasket and ribs, Molly mouthbreathing--expended a TON of energy on the first and it’s catching up with her: it’s Denise coming forward, dutifully beating the tar out of Molly’s golden torso, Round ends up Richards in Sims at the ropes--Denise systematically clubbing chest, biceps, tummy: Molly grimacing, tieing up head-and-arm to slow the beating.

R3: Sims with rangy, slicing accuracy—she ducks off her jab, POUNDING Denise’s chin a diving right cross as Richards is loading up her own right—poor Denise staggered again as her right hand waves forlorn over top Molly’s back. Sims more patient on follow up, more focused—this time she jabs Denise’s forehead, knocking her back awkwardly to ropes, then looks to place diamond-cutting right hands up the middle. Denise swaying, dukes up but weak—she’s desperately hurt, trying to dig down and gut out another disastrous situation. Molly jabbing with the left to stabilize, just marking the target, then POUNDING home righty—those blasts are smashing past Denise’s upraised hands, crashing clean on face and THE REF STEPS IN! Poor Denise out on her feet, gets cradled to safety as Molly lifts her mitts and crows in exultation. TKO3 Molly Sims.

After: Sims making good on her boasts—she takes Denise apart in brief, violent fashion, illustrating that straight, slashing right cross which is increasingly becoming one of the more dangerous punches in the division. Richards weepy, downcast when Sims comes for her in post fight--Supermodel eager to walk her blonde prey, helping D up off her stool with a jostling hug., Right arm around the waist, left hand waving like Miss America to the crowds—Molly beaming at her accomplishment while poor Denise chokes back tears, wishes it all away.

Reposted by Archer 6/20/13.