BEFORE: "Pasting Taylor put me back on the map," Molly explains in prefight, "pasting Stacy makes me the hottest prospect in boxing. I knew shots of me on the internet would get her attentnion: nice to see she's got some pride. A lot of girls would've taken one look at my pics and skulked away with their tails between their legs. Keibler's confident: confident blondes put on a good show." Keebs tossing hair, smiling wide: she does love the spotlight. "I'd almost forgotten that Molly was a fighter,' Stacy quips in riposte, "but taking care of Taylor reminded me that A.) I should swat Taylor around one of these days and B.) Sims still has game. I'm glad to see it: can't wait to beat the tan off her!" Boxing on the beach - Stace in her hot pink bikini; white gloves; hair straight n' loose. Molly in pea-green bandeau top; charcoal bottoms; taupe gloves; hair up off her face, straight down her back. Ring posts set up directly on sand - intimate beach setting with crowd pressing in at ropes, as well as sitting in surrounding bleachers.

During R1: Stacy: hands up, palms out - wide stance...she's looking to pull away to her back (right) foot with a hook, or chop the right hand down in a knocking motion. Molly: right hand stacked atop left at her body; forward lean...she's looking for shoulder rolls, then come-back right hands slightly sidearm to Stacy's chin. Crowd: loud, young, smelling of cocoanut oil and booze. Blondes get into it thick, trading right hands off shoulders/flanks, spanking out loud. Stacy pulling hooks across; bouncing right hands off Molly's hairline. Sims digs in, grits teeth - ducks low, tucks thick right hands to Stacy's brown gut. Molly with a right to chin late, turning Stacy's head: crowd oohs and aahs, vibing the hurt. Molly pounces as Stacy stumbles...but Keebs won't have it: Stacy runs Molly's chin onto a sliding right, buckling Simsies knees. Tuff pumping left takes Sims to solar plexus: bunched up beauty grimaces "GUH!" baring white teeth in the sun. Bell: Stacy curls left hand around Molly's right ear, tugging her to: Keibler's right hand whips against Molly's body, spanking flank. Ref wedging in, pushing blondes apart: Stacy licks lips, swishes saucy through hot sand; Molly showing cringe through 1.

R2: Stacy steppin' in the up-jab off the hip - right hand tight to her cheek. Molly poked back, grumpy, blocking stick on her mitts. Keebs leaning in righty, pounding off the guard: Sims driven to ropes, eyes frowning. Keebs shifts weight to right leg, swings left across palm-down; backhand-flicks that left, keeping Molly pinned. Sims shows peek-a-boo, sways back into ropes: Keebs feasts on taut brown tummy via wide-swinging right hand. Sims tilts forward, jerks the right uppercut; jerks the left...Stacy hooks her mouth, then lays in left-shoulder-on-jugs. Keebs leaning in, being lanky...long arms lap at Molly's body either side of her extended left. Sims groaning, reaching her left in under STacy's right, but unable to tie up. Tall blondes; strong brown legs tensed with pushing; Stacy chugging away, dominating; Molly gritting teeth, trying to have her say. Bell: Keebs banks insurance - strapping rights and lefts lanky underneath. Ref pushing her back, wagging a finger, shouting. During the break, crowd chattering right close to ring: Molly hears consensu: Stacy's beating her up.

R3: Stacy steppin' in the jab off the shoulder, driving Molly back. Sims parrying poke, ducking to the side. Keibler reaches left hand to Molly's right shoulder, then braces her a drifting right cross: Sims belted to her right, sent stumbling to ropes - her arms across top strand, Molly panting. Keebs in big-girl, grinning wide - she punches buns, just because. Mol turns, strapping Stacy a looping right: head turned aside, knees shook. Keebs hurt, but stubborn: she fits right hand to charging blonde paunch, stooping Molly up "UHH-H!" Keebs clinches, bodies Molly rough to ropes; palms those hips, creating space underneath. Stacy's chin out over Molly's left shoulder; Stacy's arms low-slung, hoisting punches up and in like she's swinging pails of water. Molly groaning, sitting in ropes, HER chin on Stacy's left shoulder, face grimacing. Stace slopping it on - palming offending hips to push Molly's pelvis back, the better to swing at that gut, those ribs. Sims' own slugging gives way to clinches late: she's hurt, legs trembling, getting a big dose of Special K through 3. Cassie Scerbo's voice carries loud from ringside: "Good. I hate Molly." Mean-girl laughter; Cindy Crawford talking on cell phone - black bikini, tiger print wrap around the hips.

R4: Molly looking sun-stroked - she's panting, wincing from rib-hurt. Stacy steps-to grinning - shows the jab to Molly's frightened jugs, scolding them. Right hand Stacy K, slamming model-breasts: moan of pain Molly Sims, but she answers back low-slung right curled to quivering brown tummy. Boxers turned brawlers in the sand: baking sun beating down like extra punches. Molly twisting torso-right, dragging her left into Stacy's breasts. Keibler sobbing out: she's equally loud, giving or taking. Molly with a pawing one-two braces Stacy's tits, then the follow on hook straps 'em hard: Keibler shouts in pain, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted like she's about to bite into an apple. PAYDIRT thinks Molly, hooking Stacy's fleshy right pec, then pounding in a hard right across jug-front. Keibler's backing up - first time. Molly siwnging on the come - left hands wide off the right foot; wide rights off the left. Stacy clouted, disorganized, moving straight back: Molly's stepping-with, scoring. Ropes, Stacy loose, torso whipsawing hurt on sullen hips: Molly leans in a drifting right cross, turning her rival's head hard to starboard. Stacy's knees give way - she drifts down and to her left, plunging into sand hands and knees. Warrior's bellow Molly Sims - face stretched with shouting hate. Wobbly 8 Stacy; pretty eyes blinking away tears: MOLLY WADES IN! PAYDIRT thinks Molly - reaching her left under Stacy's right, bracing Stacy's tits with left shoulder. Shoving lefts and rights spank at Stacy's ribs/tummy/waist - Molly working inside and out Stacy's left arm. Keebs in swoon, strong legs holding her up as body sponges leather. Molly strong on Stacy to the bell - sweat pouring off Sims' braw and shoulder onto her over-heated foe. Ref pulls Molly off by right elbow, Sims snarling "GONNA WALK YOU BYTCH!"

R5: Stacy's pretty face set in worried frown - right hand at chest, left lower, just in front. Molly the aggressor, hands in similar position: she paws the left, trying to push Stacy's mitts down, then looks to catch her chin a drifting right. Keebs guzzles clout - strong legs hold her up: she staggers, then holds ground, pushing both hands into Molly's chest. Sims pushes back - girls sliding off one another's guards, then slopping big-righty to hips/flanks: it's gorgeous stuff to the body as long blondes lean in. Keebs off the right leg, pulling hooks: MOLLY'S CLIPPED! Sims staring How-Could-You, stumbling to her right in confusion. Stacy on her lanky, spooking her a searing right, just grazing chin. Wobbly Molly hits ropes, hands at chest: she's whining, looking sun-stroked. Stacy moves in, accepting Molly's right to the paunch for the honor of pouring in righty to chin. Head-swivel, Molly Sims; gorgeous body tilts back into ropes, head lolling. Stacy leans forward, laps long-armed body strokes up into waist: poor Molly wilting forward, sitting in ropes numb-kneed. Stacy pushing hands against Molly's shoulders, stacking her upright: crashing right hand turns Molly's sleepy face aside, driving her back into ropes. Sims swooning out - eyelashes fluttering, hands dropping: she's helpless, throat bared. Stacy loving it, braces her girl the left hand in right shoulder, stabilizing Molly for excessive right hand finishers, one...two...Molly's drifting to her left, plowing face first to sand.

Keebs chest heaving, face taut. Bare foot sandy as she places it atop Molly's tanned, shiny-damp back, pushing down into conquered meat. Ref hauls her off, pushes her away. KO5 Stacy K.

After: Keibler looking puffy, but jubilant in victory - giving a little hip-shimmy of victory as interviewer approaches. "I love pasting me some Molly Sims," Stacy bleats to roars of drunken approval. "I have to admit, when I saw how toned Molly's body was, I thought 'I'm going there' - no way I was going to shy away from her chassis. This was about strapping on harm, and treating Molly shabby: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!"