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21 January 2005 Title Ch Kaley Cuoco vs Keira Knightley

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 11 months ago

UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE

BSE VS TECH UNLIMITED STABLE WAR #6

 

 

 

 

Posted by Simguy on 1/21/2005, 6:55 am.

 

Site: St. Barth’s Island

 

Before: Bitterness evident even before stable war got going—Knightley still twisting the knife about Britney, knows it’s a sore point for BSE pride and clearly enjoys pushing the button. Cuoco determined to answer on Spears’ behalf and as tech wins mount on St. Barth’s, title bout now also a face-saving exercise for the BSE champ. Jenny O’Dell seen giving Cuoco an intense final lecture before patting Cuoco on the rump and sending her into the ring. Kaley in white bikini, floral, white low-top boxing shoes with tassels—Keira in tan western motif bikini. low-top boxing moccasins, beaded headband holding hair back. Small gloves for both. Cuoco much fuller0bodied, looking like a lightweight against, sleek, svelte Knightley.

 

During R1: Cuoco shocking Knightley early a lead jump-in hook from well outside—Knightley sent accordion-legged into the ropes and barely covering up in time to receive champion’s charge. Cuoco brushing and tapping at Keira, not really digging in—Knightley able to draw elbows in, block shots to the body and spin off ropes to open up canvas. Hurt Keira shows her experience—using every inch of ring, bounding around the perimeter, shaking the pursuit with feints and direction changes—slender beauty a will o’the wisp when she wants to be. Cuoco the boss but no capitalizing—she’s got Jenny O’Dell standing, arms crossed at ringside, lips tight in frustration.

 

R2: Keira fully recovered—whippet Brit in excellent condition and upping tempo accordingly. Knightley parceling out the jab while stepping left—fist moist on Kaley’s tummy, hooking from there to ear—Knightley pivoting to the left to turn blonde flank. Midway through, girls trade straight rights—Keira’s landing—clever Brit doubles up and gets it again to send a tremor through strong blonde shanks. Hook in the sternum, hook pulled across the mouth slaps the taste out of Kaley’s mouth: she’s on her heels, staring, backing up from smaller woman. Keira in with a sweeping right hand to the hip, bending to the right top pull her left CLANG against the jaw: Kaley’s ropeside, stunned. Keira’s left arm trapping Kaley’s right—Knightley DIGS tummy pumping right hands, getting up in there like a jigsaw as poor Cuoco groans forward into a boozy clinch. Ref’s break: Kaley leaning against the ropes like wet laundry—Knightley fresh, wading back in. Keira actually getting BIG on Kaley—going to the breadbasket both dukes, pressing up on Kaley to stack her, working out of the wrap, Keira too slender to put Cuoco down, but Kaley wearing down, wincing and tieing up as Knightley scours away for a hard-working 10-8 second. Tech girls on their feet, cheering and whistling—red-suited Greek Olympic Cheer Squad does a routine in the ring during the break.

 

R3: Keira right back on top of Kaley: it’s getting ugly. Cuoco not moving her head, looking disoriented, getting caught over and over as Keira senses weakness and loads up. Blade-like Brit bending into haymakers—clanging away rights and lefts to the jaw, backing big blonde up, then lashing away her body and back. Knightley pushing up and chugging two-gun to the abs—drifting a little low as Kaley groans, clinches. On and on like this—Keira not hamhanded enough to drop Cuoco outright, but constant tapping touch of Knightley’s stinging fists keeping Cuoco numb and sluggish. Another British shutout has Jenny O’Dell off her seat and up on the apron, sticking her head through the ropes to give slumping Kaley hell during the break.

 

R4: Keira using her jab more, not taking as many liberties: she’s hit kaley with her hardest shots; time to ease up and break down some more. Cuoco showing some spirit, dropping her hands outside to bounce some life into her legs—bopping in and out a little, showing a backhand jab off her hip Knightley sharper, crisper, stepping around Kaley and chipping away jabs, straight pinging right hands off the front foot and how-ya-like-me-now hooks on the mouth tic-tac-toe.

 

R5: Kaley finally turning the tables—driving Knightley to ropes, hooking her to the body, bumping her off with a brawny left shoulder: bigger girl acting the part at last. Knightley digging in, covering up elbows in: Kaley pounding trhe flanks until she uproots her Brit, walks her down as Knightley shuffles to a new spot, Nothing back from Keira: she’s taking the round off to reload for the second half.

 

R6: Oh that cheeky Keira. Knightley with a spry jab off the ropes, pre-empting Kaley, flurrying her, then spinning her round her—Cuoco flustered as she tries to come forward. Knightley still trying to bully Kaley—coming in off her jab to lick right/left juuust south of the border in hopes of rattling Cuoco’s composure. Inside, Knightley headbutting and scrubbing with her beaded head-band—Cuoco recoiling, complaining to the ref: mission accomplished Keira. Break: O’Dell upbraids Kaley AGAIN for fighting “soft”: “You GET IN THERE Kaley! You GET ON THIS GIRL and HURT her!”

 

R7: Cuoco responds. Hard thudding jabs to the upperchest have Knightley on her heels—swinging right hands to the flank have her hanging on, Kaley walking smaller girl to ropes and disengaging with a forearm rough across the throat—Knightley’s turn to whine about how rough her opponent is. Cuoco imposing herself—attacking Knightley at the ropes, staying on the body and refusing to let Keira finesse her.  Attrition building up on Keira’ slender frame: Cuoco laying in beefy and tanning those flanks and brutal, cudgeling lefts and rights as per JOD instruction. Knightley open mouthed, moist-eyed—she’s just extending her arms to push Kaley off her, laying into the ropes to await Cuoco’s next assault. Systematic blunt body attack paying late dividends—Knightley bending forward to protect battered ribs and throbbing tummy: Kaley scrubs the back with sweet-swabbing lefts to drive Knightley sobbing to all fours. Keira clutched at her back and arching prettily off her knees—bitterly ragging on the ref in clipped British tones to do something. Cuoco frowning, hardhearted in the neutral corner: nothing soft about that round.

 

R8: More hard punching from Kaley—Keira clearly on the run and ramshackle at this point. Knightley reeling, spilling along the ropes—Kaley’s crunching boy shots setting up slicing rights and biting hooks up top that \Knightley can’t afford. Keira doing a nice job of surviving—tieing up for breaks, running on rubbery legs—she gets out of the 8th to frustrate a rampaging Cuoco.

 

R9: Keira getting it together—still on the defensive but no longer being routed or hurt by everything Cuoco throws. Knightley fighting in spots—scrubbing flurries off the ropes, then spinning around Kaley’s flanks to midring. Good stiff stick sharp and tangy on Kaley’s face-enough to keep blonde honest/ Cuoco’s pressure irresistible however—she’s constantly forward, throwing vicious rights and lefts wide to the body, hunting chin uppercuts off either foot with shoulder-shrugging efficiency in close.

 

R10: Same again—Knightley flurrying and running—Cuoco advancing, walking Keira  down and banging her to the body at every opportunity. Jenny’s voice loud and clear from the corner “That’s the way. Kaley” and “BODY! BODY! BODY!” Kaley strong to the finish line—Keira defiantl, actually punching with Cuoco in a blistering exchange at the bell. Comes back for the winner an STILL bantam champ—Kaley Cuoco.

 

After: Stable war goes 4-2 Tech, could have been 3-3 with carpenter, and Cuoco retians her belts to deny Tech total victory. Nigh belongs to Technetium though as girls hug and carry on brazenly under resentful BSE glares. “I didn’t think they conducted themselves with much class,” says Britney in postfight, echoing the thoughts of he stablemates in the aftermath, none of whom appreciated the almost constant Tech heckling from the sidelines. “I think we proved we’re the better shop,” says Rachael Leigh Cook I response, arm in arm with teammates giddy with triumph. “Truly, we bested them woman for woman,” adds Casta, nodding her for emphasis. “They’re broken women—it’ll be a long plane ride home for those girls! Vive La Tech!”

 

Reposted by Archer 5/19/10/

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