FLASHBACK 2003: Kaley Cuoco vs Troian Bellisario
There's something tantalizing about watching two talented neophytes, equals in so many ways, battle one another. Kaley and Troian, two 18 year old rising starlets, were among the most exciting newcomers to the celebrity catfighting scene in years. At times in their contest they were like newborn colts, gangly and clumsy; other times, their combat instincts came to the fore and they were no less than magnificent thoroughbreds. The end result was a match that was equal parts awkward and awe-inspiring, as the two fought to a bitter stalemate.
At least, it had been a stalemate up until the last few minutes. The two combatants had been tumbling about in a tangle of limbs, grunting and panting for breath, their skin drenched with sweat, as they both struggled to resist exhaustion from overwhelming them. Suddenly Cuoco managed to roughly shove Bellisario onto her back, and lunged at her; but the brunette, entirely by accident, swung her left leg up, and the heel of her foot slammed into Kaley's jaw, sending the blonde sprawling backward. She sat there on the floor, legs spread out before her, eyes glazed as she rubbed her jaw with her hand. Sitting up, Troian seemed uncertain of what to do next. But after several long moments, a look of steely determination fixed upon her face.
Scrambling with all of the speed she could muster, the black-haired beauty crawled behind her semi-stunned rival and, sitting on the carpet behind Cuoco, she wrapped her legs tight around the blonde's waist, locking her ankles. Kaley was confused at first as to what was happening, but bitter realization struck her soon enough, as Bellisairo grabbed her matted golden mane and, with a sharp grunt, hoisted Cuoco up in the air with the power of her sculpted legs.
A moment later, she brought Kaley crashing down for a Keister Bump. The blonde had always been proud of how tight and modest her derriere was, but now she learned painfully that a lack of cushioning made the impact to her coccyx all the worse. A jolt of electric agony shot from her tail bone up her spine, twisting her angelic face into a mask of torment. Troian then repeated the move a second time, and then a third...but by now, she wasn't able to lift her victim quite as high, and the bumps weren't quite as effective. Indeed, the brunette began to seriously worry that she had exhausted herself, but not done enough damage to Cuoco to prevent her from regaining control of the fight. And that fear seemed to be coming true as Kaley frantically grabbed her tormentor's feet, and began twisting her bare toes in an effort to force the brunette to release her scissors.
A look of panic began to flicker across Bellisario's face, but an instant later it was replaced by one of fierce resolve. Leaning forward, she snaked her right arm across Cuoco's throat, while her left hand grabbed the blonde by her hair. Troian then tightened her arm, choking her adversary. Kaley's eyes went wide with alarm as she was suddenly unable to breath. Her hands now moved up to Bellisario's arm, trying to pry it loose, tugging at the limb, digging her nails into the soft flesh. But the raven-tressed battler was determined, and she refused to relent in her stranglehold.
Many of the elite spectators could see Kaley's face, and see its color turn ever-deepening shades of red. The blonde's eyes glazed over as she struggled to draw even the slightest gasp of air into her searing lungs. She grew weaker, until her hands fell away from Troian's limb and her arms flailed feebly...and then they fell limp, as Cuoco's eyelids shut, she gave a gurgled whimper, and her body ragdolled. She was knocked out.
Throughout much of this match, Troian had seemed to be disconcerted and uncoordinated (as had Kaley), owing to her youth and lack of fighting experience. But that was past now. Releasing her beaten opponent, she pushed the blonde aside and onto her back, where the slumbering Cuoco lay starfished as her chest heaved for precious breath. Now, Bellisario rose up, not as some gangly, exhausted teenager, but as a magnificent Amazon warrior. Planting a foot atop Kaley's chest, Troian put her hands on her hips, thrust her bosom out, and proudly stood there, basking in her triumph, a look of obdurate assuredness upon her features. The spectators jumped to their feet to cheer her, awe-struck at having witnessed the baptism by fire of a mighty new combatant.
