MANDALAY BAY BOXING

Posted by Simguy on 1/2/2005, 11;42 am.

Before: Once confident beauties fallen on hard times, both looking to snap the skid at the expense of another slumping vixen. Sims touted as “Blonde of the Future by BLONDE! magazine in 2003/2004—she rarely hears from them now. Both women reeling from losses to upset minded beauty Alana de la Garza—both have been made to feel like stepping stones. Prefight conferences nervy, skittish—girls avoiding eye contact. In the ring, girls respective corners looking anxious, shaking out limbs, taking deep breaths: winner’s going to be the girl who manages to shed her fear of losing. Black bikini Molly, red bikini tie side bottoms, Krista. Fought outdoors, poolside at Mandalay Bay, high noon.

During R1: Anxiety strikes both in different ways: Molly aggressive, attacking behind a spearing jab; Allen tentative, sliding out of range and keeping her distance. Krista over-reacting to Sims’ punches: blonde not particularly heavy handed, but skidding blows across Allen’s brows cause brunette’s knees to buckle from sheer jitteriness, Krista looking tense, legging out the clock—Molly not landing much, but making the fight.

R2: Krista gets over the butterflies, takes advantage of blonde ambition. Allen sliding back, timing Molly—she steps inside Sims’ stick, ticks a tidy hook clean to chin and nearly sits Mol down at the minute mark. Sims hurt, but alert, goes over to leggy defense—now Krista’s the stalker, Allen’s eyes intense with concentration—she’s shadowing Sims along the ropes, not risking much, just arming the jab in snappy, dropping ion opportunistic rights, Sims avoiding pitched battle forfeits a shutout, spends the round getting her legs back.

R3: Krista with that quick first step—gets inside  Sims’s tick with that rushing lead left uppercut—Molly on nerveless legs, arms pinwheeling as she splashes back wildly to the ropes. Better, harder follow up from Allen—she’ll jab Molly’s forehead to fix her position, then go to that golden brown waist rich right/lefts in snatching tandem. Krista staying in there, getting hooks off her front foot, dipping left to pull he right hand upside Simsy’s head, Molly stung, wobbly butt, but slugging back stubborn—she refuses to be rolled, trading straight rights, left hooks with Krista at the bell, Brunette nostrils flaring as she chests up, forces eye contact—ref keeps ‘em separated.

R4: Allen’s jab suppressing Molly’s—blonde taking to her bicycle rather than trying to fence with Kris. Allen dictating, channeling blonde to corners, then stepping in to rake the ribs crisp rights and lefts, Molly grimacing, breaking down—looking to spin out and  run rather than punch with Krista. Allen visibly hungry now—stepping confidently to Sims in pursuit, getting the body behind rights and tightly clipped lefts, upping the workrate to put 3 and 4 shots together as Molly covers up ropeside. All during the second minute, vicious, ripping Allen body shots have Sims cringing, gurgling in pain and bailing—by the third minute, it’s a total rout. Allen pinning her ears back, just stepping-to and letting her hands go since nothing’s coming back. Sims pathetic, ducking her head while raising her hands, wilting wounded into the ropes—the punching’s coming hard and fast now, Crisp hooks and crosses bash off ribs, tattoo head and shoulders and SIMS GOES DOWN! Molly wobbling for a long time before finally collapsing—she’s on all fours, busted up and staring and it’s OVER! KO4 in spectacular fashion—Krista Allen.

After: Too much Krista—Sims dazed, shabby with punishment—once that adrenaline rush passed I the first, she just wasn’t competitive tonight/ Krista excited, relieved, hugging her trainer and buoyed by the dominant performance: it’s exactly what she needed. Molly really being written off by a lot of pundits in the wake of crushing losses to De la Garza and now Allen—more and more she’s looking like a lithe young blonde stepping stone. Krista showing physical tools that haven’t diminished—she’s still capable of blowing other women out when her head’s on straight. Sims treated to a mortifying walk of shame at her own home pool—Krista actually guiding Molly out into the pool itself, wading leisurely around amongst the sunbathers—brunette grinning, presenting the prize—Sims trying to choke back tears, keep her eyes focused on the horizon.

Reposted by Archer 2/9/10.