Posted by Simguy on 11/21/2003, 6:33 pm.

Before: Beyonce licking her chops at the prospect of another Jewel scalping. “You know what you’re getting with Kilcher,” smiles a confident Knowles. “A walk-in blonde, she’ll punch with you, try to fight you and that’s what I need—I’m tired of these so-called ‘elite’ fighters dancing and running to a BS decision. Kilcher’s getting her ass kicked, but it’ll be an honest ass kicking—something she can be proud of.” Jewel with her work cut out for her—if she fight s her fight, she’s going to get hit and that’s been the problem against Knowles. “Beyonce’s human,” says Kilcher, “Two legs, two arms—one chubby tummy, I honestly believe if I can get out of the first half, I’ll bury her down the stretch—just outwork her, leaving her gasping. That’s the key—take her deep and drown her.” Jewel in electric blue bandeay bikini, slick ponytail—Beyonce in long blonde curls, black bra style bikini, silver embroidered leaf patterns throughout.

During R1: Jewel with risky but effective strategy—she’s punching with Beyonce, moving her head, staying low, getting under Knowles’ looping right, Jewel ducking down, placing a stubby right hand hard under Beyonce’s heart—Knowles missing over top, shocked into stepping back—Jewel dipping and countering beautifully to get big b on the ropes. Kilcher cleaning up nicely—Knowles standing up tall, hands up, but not banging away to the body, picking up chin the uppercut, clubbing out wide to jaw, crowding and pushing up on Beyonce to rest. Knowles just sullen, not answering back, getting herself worked over by a busy Jewel bell to bell.

R2: Jewel sticks with the strategy—she’s not the leggiest boxer, but she’s being elusive by moving her head, bending at the waist, and she’s timing her rights with Knowles, backing B up with the heart punch. At the ropes, Knowles just seems lethargic, standing there, gloves up to block, but getting tanned to the waist line by one ripping 3 punch combo after another. Kilcher treating herself to ribs, tits and chin, bumping and shouldering like the big girl in there was Knowles cooperates.

R3: Beyonce using a awing jab to measure Jewel, straightening the right hand, shooting it downwards—she’s at least skidding it off the top of Jewel’s head or fitting her flush in the collarbone, moving Kilcher back. Jewel on her heels, occasionally setting herself to turn a hook into Beyonce’s chin, but roles are reversed—it’s Knowles coming forward, forcing the action—Jewel just trying to avoid being roped.

R4: Knowlesy with that pawing jab, just touching jewel with it, then leaning into those belting rights—Kilcher trying to bob under’em but she’s unable to set herself to punch.

Swinging right hand to the stomach startles Jewel, freezes her up—Beyonce jabbing at the lips and sweeping a right to the cheek that nearly takes Kilcher’s pretty head off her shoulders. J staggering to her right, hands up at her temples—B hops in, POUNDS the reloading, shifting her hips and getting everything behind a clocking sidearm right to the jaw—Jewel’s head smash-torqued around, lead foot coming off the canvas and JEWEL GOES DOWN! Kilcher sprawling out cold, right foot shivering with disconnected nervous action as she lies still on her back. Devastating KO4 Beyonce Knowles.

After: Jewel off to a quick start, getting some things down against Knowles this fight, but bug b makes her adjustments, starts landing flush and poor Kilcher just can’t take it. Insult to injury—Jewel slumped on her stool, head lolling, hands in her lap—she’s treated to the Maori war dance by Beyonce—Knowles jumping up into the air and shouting to punctuate her victory (same thing as the New Zeeland All Blacks Rugby Team use at the start of their games).

Reposted by Archer