Posted by Simguy on 9/5/2008, 4:20 pm.

Before: “Not to toot my own horn,” says Mandy “Horn Tooter” Moore in prefight, “but I think it’s pretty obvious that Laura was brought in specifically to match up with me. The Krushers know they blew it letting me get away, and so they scraped up the best poorman’s Moore they could find. I think it’s kind of sad for the organization, but as far as Laura goes. I have a lot of respect for her right hand. After all: it’s a lot like mine.” Prepon refusing to rise to the bait—letting Heigl and Jewel do most of the heckling during Mandy’s speeches: Krushers employing pack tactics in prefight. “Mandy got pink slipped because the Krushers knew they could do better,” Laura shrugs in rebuttal. “ I have nothing against Moore personally—I think she’s outstanding with the talent she has—but this is, and always has been, business for the Krushers. I’m here to knock Mandy out, move ahead of her, and get the Krushers into a welterweight title fight. If Moore wants to read anything more into that, she’s free to waste her time.” Laura in metallic ocean blue bikini with ring connection; white gloves; long blonde hair gathered in low ponytail, Mandy in auvergine bikini; black gloves; brunette hair in slugging beach bun.

During R1: Midring—girls in flat-footed gun-platform stances; hands up chest high, elbows in. Girls plant on beefy left (lead) legs as they pump in heavy jabs: identical plans early as each pounds at opposing defences. Moore surprised to be outjabbed early: Prepon finding the seams, punching through to Mandy’s pretty gave, startling her. Moore steps out after a pumping stream of pokes pounds her mouth and cheeks—she circles right, eyes narrowed., Laura hopping-with, staying her stance, she renews her jabbing offensive, thumping at Mandy’s upperchest and left pec, once more moving brunette off-stance, By the middle minute, Prepon’s definitely walking Mandy down behind the jab—Moore trying to compete with the left hand, getting cleanly out-hit. Mandy circling, walking, stepping to different spots: Laura stepping-with, staying organized, retracking the jab and punishing Mandy chest and head. Final minute—Moore lobs a wide left hook to Laura’s ribs from well outside; Mandy hops to her left off the shot, hands low—Laura steps in a sweeping right, kissing it off Moore’s chin. MANDY MOORE PUT WOBBLY-BUTT! Moore doing the funky chicken in fence post holes, legs rubbery, eyes glassy--she’s SHOOK! Laura hopping to her left, pivoting on Mandy: wide, slapping hook startles Moore to mouth; short, drilling right POUNDS down on chin, jerking Mandy’s head about. Moore goes limp—back (right) leg buckling under her—she tilts torso-right, crashing awkwardly onto her shoulder, then rolling her back—right foot tucked in under her buttocks, It’s SO over—KO1 Laura Prepon!

After: Crashing wipeout KO puts Moore on her back—but not before Laura had decisively outboxed the former champ all around the ring. Prepon mobbed by Krusher fighters and sycophants—huge, hamhanded victory catapults her into the welterweight stratosphere as physicians carefully sit Mandy up and bring her gently around, ”She was so worried about my booming right hand, she forgot all about my left,” Laura grins, sweaty face virtually untouched after the efficient pole-axing. “Didja y’all see me pounding her some fierce poke? Everyone said Mandy had the best jab in the division. But I punished her up top, broke her down with mine while she just sort of stared at me all ‘HUH?” Guess the Krushers knew what they were doing all along, hey? OH BABY, WHAT A KNOCK OUT!”

Reposted by Archer 12/24/09.