Posted by Simguy on 03/25/2005

Before: "Krista, Alana and Trish are so focused on each other, I'm just going to sneak in the backdoor and pick them all off one by one," Nikki chortles with hand-rubbing glee. "I'm just as hot as they are - for them to throw a party and not invite me is an insult. Guess I'm just gonna have to crash!"

Some method to Coxie's madness - Allen deeply committed to subjugating De La Garza and Helfer, but Krista not so dialed in she can't perceive other threats.

"The day I can't take time out of my busy schedule to swat a flea like Nikki is the day I'll hang 'em up for good," snarls Allen. "Cox is second rate, and as for her so-called 'heat'? Trashy sluts don't have 'heat' - they may be IN heat, but they don't have it. I'll slap this girl around then get back to sorting Alana and Trish out proper."

Krista in scarlet bikini, tie side bottoms, Nikki in hulking baby blue halter top, twist tied - beige crochet bottoms, hair in a messy up.

Cox hands on hips during ring instructions, grinning - Allen scowling at the taunting body language from somebody she thinks should be kneeling in awe.

During R1: PANCAKE! Nikki barrels into Krista, tackling brunette weak-kneed to ropes, wrenching a breathy gasp of shock from Allen's parted lips. Cox in there snug - tieing up Allen's right arm under a brawny left, slumping Krissy forward, pumping her thick right hands paunch, jug, then turning 'em over tight to chin. Krista suffocated, stacked up - she struggles to wrench her right arm free but by then a minute's gone by all Nikki. Cox staying on Krista as girls assume noggin-to-noggin posture - Nik batting at Krista's hips and flanks, bumping her a rude shoulder to reset. Final minute all Cox mop-up - arching her back to hoist rights and lefts into Allen's taut breadbasket, doubling Allen over and exposing her heaving bosom to churning disaster underneath. Cox grinning broadly as she greedily gathers jug with both hands, chin atop Krista's head at the bell. Allen sent to her corner ashen faced, sorely punished for a shutout.

R2: PANCAKE 2, THE SEQUEL! Buxom collision midring, Nikki driving on Allen like tackle-dummy practice - Kris hits ropes in a whiplash haze and Cox gets to chugging! Nikki smothering, forcing Allen to slug in the trenches - she's taking away all Allen's high-tech wizardy and bringing this thing to the streets. Allen grimacing at the touch of Nikki's grabby hands on biceps and hips - Cox constantly pushing and writhing against Kris, then jamming away at proud gut, haughty jug - Nikki really taking it to Allen's torso. Midway through, great, swabbing, super-tight lefts and rights across the jug have Allen shouting out in pain - Coxie rhapsodic - wild smile as she scrubs away on world-class knocker. Krista finally moving her hands and trading down the stretch - crowd roaring as violence escalates - serious, shattering lefts and rights hammering home both ways. Punching after the bell? You bet - both vixens trembling with adrenaline and hurt - glaring heartlessly at each other as ref spreads 'em out.

R3: Krista just can't keep Nikki off. Best pressure of Coxie's career as she drives on Allen again, stacking her hard to ropes, bumping and jostling, then setting to punch. Noggin-to-noggin - Allen grimacing, hating it - Coxie grinning, loving it. Nik ripping shots - not quite combinations, more like single power shots in sequence - brawny rights and lefts bashing away flanks, arms, waist, jug, chin. Krista wilting forward, hands at her cheeks, face pale, clammy and clenched as punishment adds up and ALLEN TAKES A KNEE! Whoop of pleasure from Cox as she drops her hands rigid to her side, hops away and howls - muscles of her chest and neck hardening into view as she exults. Allen woozy, taking her time - she sits into the ropes sullen, dukes at temples after 8, because Here. Comes. Nikki! Cox setting up and romping on droopy brunette - looming over top Allen, pounding her flanks, stacking her up and pounding that gut, snuggling in close and shrugging side to side across those bulging, helpless hooters. Nikki chesting up at the bell and letting Krista hear all about it: Allen pasty-faced, resentful, pushes Nikki off all hot and bothered.

R4: Nikki charging, but Krista picking up the blitz with her jab - Cox finally forced back outside as scolding stick finds her face. Girls boxing midring, at distance for the first time - Allen the boss as she jabs down into Coxie's tummy, spreading her out. Nikki winging, coming up short - she'd like to be right on Allen's chest and plugging as opposed to trying to place shots. Kris rotating left, eyes crystalline as she finds her rhythm - body jab keeping Cox defensive - Allen dropping the right cross at unpredictable intervals, spanking hard to Coxie's cheek. Nikki turning, shrugging off sock, picking her mitts up a bit to guard against Krista's right hands. Down the stretch, Kris feints, steps left, shows the right, gets a flinch and BRINGS THE HESITATION LEFT UPPERCUT! Allen with that sudden step-in, lead left uppie, splits the uprights, concusses Nikki's chin and COX SPRAWLS ON HER BACK! Crowd leaping to it's collective feet at the electric burst of shock from Allen - Krista smoldering as she glares down, passing en route to the neutral corner. It's SO over - Nikki starfished on her back, eyelashes fluttering like hummingbirds' wings as Allen fumes, stomping her foot, raising her mitts at the count of 10. KO4 in devastating fashion, Krista Allen.

After: Nikki with the right idea, wearing on Krista, pounding her body and making it a mud-match - but Allen with that vicious first-step power gets herself out of the jam. "I want to dedicate this KO to Tricia and Alana," purrs Krista in postfight. "What I did to Nikki tonight's just a taste of what I have in store for the two of them." Cox caught on video tape coming around on her stool, sluggishly punching at the air all KO'd and woozy as her eyes flutter open: she'll be mocked relentlessly for days because of it.