Posted by Simguy on 10/16/2004, 8:33 am.

Before: Unusually bellicose Heigl talks big in prefight. “There’s not enough woman on that side of the dais,” Kathy says, jerking a thumb in Nikki’s direction while speaking straight out to the audience. “If she couldn’t hold off a withered old hag like Bellucci—how the hell is she gonna handle all this beef (gestures to her chest with both thumbs). My foot—Nikki’s heinie—take that picture boys!” Visser confused by all the chest thumping bravado from Heigl—classy Aussie good girl restating the invitation to join Kathy in the gutter. Heigl ion beige crochet bikini (on newsstands now: FHM), Visser in royal blue bikini. Ring instructions/stare down: Heigl making a show of staring at Visser’s breasts, then looking up, pursuing her lips in disappointment and shaking her head—all designed to intimidate Nikki face to face,

During R1: Visser looking to leg—Heigl won’t have it. Kathy shooting out a brawny jab, pounding away to forehead and upperchest—Nikki’s forced off-course into the ropes. Nik dukes up, reading Heigl, looking to roll and twist—Heigl sorts her out a BASHING right hand under the heart. Visser crying out—piteous sob drawing anxious gasps of sympathy from the crowd—none from Heigl as Katherine pours in. Pushing left on the neck straightens Visser for a series of debilitating right hands to the ribs and breasts—Heigl just pinning her ears back and getting bestial on Nikki’s ass in the first. Kathy very vocal, shouting “YOU WANT MORE?” as Nikki cowers—it’s a frightening display. Visser beaten into teary eyed stupor-Heigl storming back to her corner PUMPED.

R2: Heigl keeps up the devastating attack to Visser’s torso—hounding the usually elusive blonde to ropes and smashing away at ribs, chest, sternum .Constant stream of verbiage from Heigl—she’ll and a thumping blow and shout “OHHH!” “GIVE IT TO ME!” and the like. Nikki sobbing, reaching to clinch, cringing from the savage, heartless Kathy Heigl tonight. Sickening thud of Heigl’s fists on Visser’s ribcage too much—Nikki sinks into her knees to relieve the awful pressure—Katherine strutting away, shaking her blonde mane, shouting belligerently into the crowd. All Kathy H to the bell—hammering  away overhand rights as Visser skids along ropes, shoving and prodding with the left to line Nik up for more railing rights straight into the torso.

R3: Kathy steps up the pressure, hounding Visser to ropes, getting a Bellucci-like body on the blonde, wearing her down in between harrowing punching barrages. Heigl bashing that flat-knuckle to the biceps of Visser, handing out old-school big-girl beatdown—poor Nikki just being battered—she’s clinching head and arm on Katherine an effort to stop the avalanche. Heigl relentless, remorseless, wading back in after ref’s breaks, pounding that bright fist into Nikki like it’s a work-out of some sort—just a mind-numbing repetitious cudgeling. That’s it for Visser, throbbing, badly rattled—Nikki gives it up on her stool rather than face further torment, Nobody blames her—that’s the best, hardest hitting Kathy Heigl anyone’s ever been in with. KO3 via submission, Heigl.

After: When she’s good—she’s freakish—Katherine Heigl dominates a well schooled blonde with thunderous power and heartless aggression—Visser belted so hard, ringsiders get sympathy bruising. Heigl angrily grabs the mike and dismisses the in: “She’s pre-lim meat—I’m prime time beef: what’d you expect? I want Bellucci for belts, Beyonce for money—I’m pounding my way through this division. I’m saving Ali because I want to consolidate the title on her sorry ass. There’s nobody curvier than me, there’s nobody I haven’t seen before, there’s nothing I can’t handle here and it’s time I took over.” Heigl drops the mike to the canvas, storms over to the Visser corner and helps herself. Nikki helpless, arms flailing as her face is crushed to Heigl’s titanic breasts—Katherine snarling, left arm snug behind the head to grab right bicep, right hand cupped atop the damp tangle of blonde hair to hold Visser in place. Heigl driving with her legs to push Nikki to a seat on the bottom turnbuckle, straining in with all her weight—poor Visser’s hands pushing on thighs and hips but it’s all in vain. Heigl uses up every last drop of Nikki, refusing to release until she feels the blonde go out. Visser at last allowed to pool wet-cheeked to the canvas, mouth open in KO’d pout and Heigl refuses to leave the corner! Kathy standing proud, hands on the top corner ropes, right foot on Nikki’s ribs or shoulder—Heigl just bellowing into the crowd, nodding her head vigorously—she’s the woman evolution forgot tonight, crowing and gloating over fallen Visser like winner of some ancient Mayan fertility contest.

Reposted by Archer 3/21/10