Maxim Lightweight Championship Tournament:

Rd. 2

Originally posted by Simguy on 6/5/2006, 6:18 pm

CZJ in lucky red bikini with twist-toed connections hip and jug

Molly is black crocket bikini

WHERE FOUGHT: L.A.

QUOTE: “Moll is trash”—Catherine Zeta Jones dismissing her opponent in prefight.

SYNOPSIS: Riding the hi9gh of a hard-fought victory over darkhorse favourite Stacy Keibler, Molly Sims looked forward to keeping the ball rolling against one of the biggest stars remaining in the three tournaments. Both women had qualified with grueling, draining victories, but pundits liked the match up for Molly: her length, good fundamentals, and strong outside game promised a problematic outing for the haughty Briton.

Catherine has a way of dealing with tall blonde stylists, and it involves punishing their trunks to weaken their legs and break their spirit. The first round saw Jones apply her solution to her statuesque foe with malicious glee-pounding lefts and rights to Molly’s thighs and crotch as the blonde draped her arms around Jones’ head—Molly sobbing aloud as he kneading work thumped home. Jones was in the catbird seat, loosening Simsy up, and putting her on the psychological defensive from the outset.

In the second, Catherine stalked hurt prey—knocking at Molly’s frowning pate a crisp, spanking jab, then thrusting straight right hands into the breadbasket to get snug with Molly inside. Short-shrugging abuse drove Sims to the ropes and she was hard pressed to punch her way out: Jones was tearing up blonde midsection, clubbing blonde noggin with both hands, fighting off Molly’s chest o good effect. In the third, a demoralized, disheveled Sims looked queasy off her stool, and a blistering Jones right hand caught Molly unprepared. A pair of follow-up hooks punched Molly’s mouthpiece out, and Sims dangled helplessly over her feet, unable to prevent Jones from clapping rising lefts and rights to that gorgeous covergirl face. Beaten into stupor—Molly toppled straight back to crash out cold at Zeta Jones’ feet and Catherine stormed through to the finals with a shout.

BEST MOMENT, SIMS: First round, early, Molly caught Zeta Jones stepping in with a firm jab, stepping away and walking to the right with a thoughtful expression as Catherine regrouped well out of range.

BEST MOMENT, JONES: Third round, early, Sensing Molly’s weakness, CZJ pounced on the first jab she saw, pitching that deceptively hard right hand over the top and swiveling Molly’s pretty head in violent fashion. Sims’ knees buckled as she soaked up the shot in stupor—the follow up with a formality as poor Molly couldn’t gather her wits in time to stop the pounding. Catherine’s face was tense with concentration: eyes widfe, lips curved in snarl, long black hairs strewn across her cheeks and mouth as she poured herself at the remains of her foe.

Reposted by Archer 7/4/09.