by Simguy on 02/26/2005

Before: Curvy Heigl playing spoiler to Tyra's queen-bee persona - Banks with Victoria Secret money and Publicity behind her hogging most of the prefight spotlight.

"I'm marching towards a title at 130," proclaims Banks, "and there's nobody out there to stop me. Katherine will be an example to all who oppose me: I'm making her suffer, to scare the next girl witless."

Heigl's heard all about what Tyra's going to do to her, but blonde quietly confident about the return equation.

"Banks is all or nothing," Kathy shrugs. "Sure, she hits me that right hand, it won't be pretty, but what about MY punching? I'll hurt Tyra with everything I throw and she's never taken a welterweight punch very well. I'll be the last woman standing when the dust settles."

Banks in black lace pushup and panties - Heigl in beige crochet bikini.

During R1: Tale of 4 punches sees Tyra nearly annihilate Katherine in the first. 35 seconds in, Banks edging to her right, positioning Kath with jabs - Tyra leans into a screaming right on the chin which sends Heigl hopping, sputtering and flopping to all fours. Minute mark - Banks stalking, bytchy scowl - she gathers Heigl in with a wide, slow hook, just brushing Kathy's lips, making her blink and cashing in with another crashing right on the chin: Heigl on her back, eyelashes fluttering up at the lights - crowd roaring to it's feet as Tyra struts it up haughty. Midway through, Heigl crouching forward, hands at temples, trying to get to Tyra's chest: Banks rips a loose-limbed right uppercut between Kat's mitts, sidesteps to the left as Heigl crumbles to all fours. Down the stretch, Kat caught a licking barrage of curling, rising lefts and rights backs straight up in a daze - Banks leaning in with a loooong right hand on the chin sends Heigl bouncing to her backside. Kathy's head loose on her neck, lolling: Banks a-glow - pounding away big-girl, spreading Heigl on canvas like butter on toast in the first.

R2: Ramshackle Heigl out on her feet - gloves at temples - she crumples forward as Tyra sails into midsection both dukes. Tyra leaning her chin, chest out over Kathy's back, pumping away with free-swinging lefts and rights underneath. Blonde tummy, tits and crotch all on sale - Banks just hauling in her hardest punches, straining to hurt Kat with each and every one. Heigl belted senseless to ropes, doubling over in attempt to protect her weeping innards. Banks snarling, upright - she dangles the right at her side to place shivering lefts flat in behind Heigl's right elbow, drops the left to lift thudding rights up into Kat's tortured midriff. Kat bludgeoned to all fours, mouth open, face destitute - she fights up off the canvas to deprive Tyra of an ego-stroking KO to the body. Banks marching in, dukes together at her chest - she opens on Heigl with a looping right to the temple, back with a shellacking left on the jaw and Kathy falls apart! Heigl drooping, no longer defending herself - Tyra able to plant long limbs and strap away, slinging rights and lefts at what's left until ref jumps in. Kathy staring, gloves still at her lips as official hugs her to safety - Banks crowing, thumping her chest: she's every inch the TKO2 winner.

After: Battered Kathy, sullen, resigned as majestic Tyra Banks comes for her, hugs her up off her stool and hauls her out for a walk of shame supermodel style. Right arm strong around Katherine's hip, left hand waving imperiously - Banks smiling, shaking out her curls, slowly parading her beaten prize to all four corners, then leading her to midring. What th'? Banks and Victoria Secret techies steady Katherine, lifting her arms, stooping her slightly so an ornate, ergonomically shaped saddle, tan in colour (leather finish) can be affixed to her back. Belted strap across the belly, heavy, padded backpack type shoulder straps so Kat can lean into the weight - Tyra mounting like a jockey: knees fitting into grooved supports over Katherine's hips, Banks sitting back on a saddle support covering her calves, curling her feet down Heigl's backside. Handgrips at the shoulder for Tyra to hold - she gulps at Katherine's back to get her staggering forward. Successful product launch - fighting harnesses to be revealed in the upcoming Victoria's Secret catalogue - poor Heigl straining, blubbering under Banks' curvy weight: Tyra resplendent, riding like royalty on a beaten blonde's back! Katherine giving up right hands from the get go - eating and eating Tyra's best slobberknocking leather. Banks still a gobsmacking brute with those long starboard haymakers - she knocks out any celebrity on earth she catches as clean and often as she did Heigl tonight.