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10 August 2006 Kristen Bell vs Lacey Chabert

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Posted by Simguy on 8/10/2006, 10:10 pm.

Before: Bell fighting in supporting of her new theatrical release (“Pulse”)--labeling big hitting and bodacious Chabert as “mouthwatering and beatable: a juicy combination” in the film’s press releases. Chabie coming off a one-sided thumping loss to mallet-mitted Allison Mack--Lacey welcoming Krissy’s feather-fisted class as tricky perhaps, but less likely to confer concussions. “I’ll get right back on track with Kristen,” a confident Chabert chirps in “Juggtown Magazine”, “by knockout!” Chabert in pink ruffled bikini top, navy bottoms, white aerobics shoes/socks for ballistic look--very dark, tanned skin, Bell in white sports bra, royal blue stretch-cloth shorts, white aerobics shoes and socks. White gloves, both vixens.

During R1: No doubt who’s the quicker, slicker, better-schooled girl: Kristen bell boxes circles around Lacey in an uptempo first. Jab knocking at Lacey’s shiny forehead as Chabert bulls forward, Bell tapping brunette head straight back. Bell’s legs springy and lithe, scooting her in and out, circling her around--cute scowl on her face as she rotates outside, looking Lacey over. Pittypat combination from Bell--tummy, tits and chin--Krissy getting off brisk right-left-rights off the jab straight from her shoulders, stepping away as Lacey swings wide n’ wild at air. Classy blonde shutout first, Kris Bell--she’s all smiles/high fives in her corner.

R2: Bell feints lacey into covering up, brunette stooping forward behind her gloves--Krissy weight on the left foot. Helps herself to yummy brown sternum a double-tap hook TUP! TUP! as poor Chabert grimaces in pain. Bell grinning, leaning back, hands stacked right-on-left at her waist--Lacey erupts out of the crouch to clout Kristen a walloping hook clean on the chops! Bell on her heels, trying to stagger back out of range--Chabert stepping-with all a-jiggle, sweeping a right to Kristen’s unprotected face, batting her head hard to starboard. Bell hits ropes in shock, desperately pushing out straight-scrubbing lefts and rights as Lacey POURS in. Teeth bared in mutual hard-working snarls--both vixens shoving lefts and rights into each other’s faces and chest, bumping one another’s fists out of the way. Lacey with good position on Kristen--pounding the blonde on the ropes, keeping Bell’s weight on her heels--Krissy just can’t match the brunette punch for punch. Badly outslugged, Bell finally squirts off the ropes as Lacey overcommits, falls forward face-first to strands, Krissy a little rubbery-legged, shamelessly runs for her life--Chabert gritting her teeth, jiggling in hot pursuit, swinging wild, counter-productive punches in hopes if making contact.

R3: Bell recovering her composure, coming forward--little bit of jab enables Lacey to land some thumping rights against Kristen’s ribs--but Bell’s bouncing footwork scoots her away from real trouble. Midway through, Krissy times Lacey to perfection: brunette reaches a jab: blonde steps inside it, twists off a short succulent counter-hook to chin and DROPS CHABERT TO HER RUMP! Lacey LIVID, scrambling up and pushing into the ref--he backs her up, gives her 8 just to make sure she’s not hurt, then steps aside to let her hurtle across the ring for payback. doesn’t get it--Bell maddening as she feints,  sidesteps, outflanks Chabert--often with a saucy little push behind an elbow or in the small of the back to guide Chabert past. Lacey flushed, breathing hard: bull-in-a-chinashop routine not serving the brunette well through 4 heats.

R5: Bell fighting with a prim little smile on her lips, eyes dancing: she’s touching Lacey up and loving it. Jabs knocking at Chabert’s forehead, disrupting her own attacks and setting up Bell’s. Krissy still shoe shining her combinations--not setting down on much--but buffeting Lacey’s face and breasts with pleasing straight lefts and rights. Downstairs--Krissy’s getting that gorgeous, technically exquisite lifting left hook into Lacey’s breadbasket, cramping the brunette forward with a grimace behind her mitts. Combine it all with bouncing, scooting footwork and Bell’s got complete ring supremacy at this point. Lacey IS scoring wide right roundhouses to Krissy’s ribs, and surprisingly clean right hands on the jaw--turning Bell’s head in crowd-pleasing fashion--but Kristen’s constant movement and good chin restricts Lacey’s output to a few gaudy spots here and there.

R6: Bell’s been carrying her hands chest-and-belly high all night: finally costs her as Chabert walks through the jab, lands heavy rights and lefts to Krissy’s chin. First minute bombs--Bell takes fairly well, but she’s backpedaling, looking frazzled. Second minute--Lacey’s really stepping into Kristen, tossing out the jab and bending in with hard right crosses--swiveling the blonde’s head--unhinging Bell’s knees as crowd starts to squeal in anticipation, POOR KRISSY! Bell stomping around wobbly-butt--face all dazed and shiny, eyes blinking, lips parted--Chabert able to step in flat footed and swing from her hips, buffering Bell all around the ring. Corner screaming for Bell for “KEEP YOUR HANDS TO KRISSY!--YOUR HANDS UP!” Final minute a bad one for Kristen bell: she’s hurt, dug in butt-on-ropes, trying to cower behind her mitts--she’s everything Lacey C wants in an opponent. Chabert in wide stance--REEFING her hardest punches at Krissy’s temples, or burying wallop in behind either bell elbow, Thudding right hand to the body dislodges Kris’ mouthpiece with a sniveling gasp, Bell cringing up after the shot and taking ruinous punches across her back as Lacey has her way in the sixth.

R7: Different fight: Kristen shabby, shying away from Lacey, no snap on don’t-hurt-me jab as Lacey keeps bulling in. Chabert no longer being turned or sidestepped--she can step in, plant and get off--swinging murderous overhand rights or luscious hooks ticketed for delicate blonde chin. Bell staggering away from one blockbuster after another, bouncing off the ropes, trying to keep her distance--often just facing groggily into chin-music hands low as Chabert blasts away. Lacey able to body-bundle Kris to ropes and punish her at will--pushing into the slender blonde, palming her inner-elbows back and getting after the ribs and tummy downstairs. Lacey muscular, leaning forward while her arms pump back and forth--good thick bumping of Kristen’s middle has the blonde gurgling in pain. Bell proves fighter--hurt and outmuscled, she brawl back in spots--temporarily suppressing Lacey with sheer scrubbing hup-hup on the inside, Round ends, Krissy relaxes: Chabert hips to her right, right foot well back and REEFS a crotch-checking hook deep to Kristen’s trunks. Bell sobbing, dropping--ref pushing Lacey back and giving her the finger-waggle of a life time--heartless, LATE brunette trunk-punching drawing well-deserved boos from an outraged audience.

R8: Bell looking a battered vixen--slow off her stool, grimacing--but at least she’s keeping her hands up. Chabert stalking--swinging wide right hands to Kristen’s shoulder--missing over the top as bell ducks, pivots to the right. Minute mark--Lacey extends on a right cross, lunging in and clocking Bell’s jaw--blonde spills to ropes, but keeps her feet, staggering along the perimeter all hollow-eyed. Lacey hopping-to, waving a little decoy jab--Kristen ducks it and CHABERT LIGHTS ‘ER UP THE RIGHT UPPERCUT! OH, what a blast--Chabert arching her back, curling that right hand up right, catching Krissy’s chin between her mitts, Sickening little head-jolt--Bell straightening, tottering backwards with a bleak, blank expression--staggering, staggering and DROPPING TO HER BACK! Bell stretched out underneath and parallel to the ropes, hands over her head--SHE’S DONE! KO8 hamhanded fashion--Lacey Chabert!

After: Chabert upsets Bell on an important night for Kristen--and the KO just the beginning. Bell brought around on her stool--still foggy when Lacey shoves her way through the medicos with a lascivious grin, hungrily hoisting blonde up via hug-about-the-ribs, Stuffing right to the pit of Krissy’s stomach cramps her up--face twisted in pain: Lacey all grins, taking a moment to appreciate Kristen’s distress before folding her into a sumptuous reverse-sleeper jug smother. Rounded, brown left arm snaked behind the neck, clutching at Lacey’s right bicep--her right hand clutching at the damp tangle of  Kristen’s soft blonde locks. Chabes giving a little side-to-side shake, cinching the hold in as she backs to midring, helping herself to poor Krissy as baffled officials look on in wonder.

Goes on and on. Lacey releases Kris many times to let the blonder wander off at the stagger--Chabert walking her down from behind with a proud grin, reaching in to tug at the back of Bell’s trunks to pull her back in, then re-clamping and going at Krissy extra.

Bell stumbles to her knees--Lacey wipes her lips, movies to the side to straddle the blonde’s back as Kristen’s panting on all fours. Reaching into blonde tousle, Lacey tugs Krissy’s head back and sits down onto her, writhing her arms around the girl’s skull, twisting Krissy around while bearing Bell to the canvas, On her back, Krissy’s helpless--small white hands pushing at Lacey’s curvy tanned hips, or breaching up behind Lacey to pull feebly at rounded shoulder-meat. Sadly, Kristen starts to flop and flap her arms--alternating left and right--against Lacey’s stout brown back--little fists pathetically beating at the muscle and growing increasingly sloppy-erratic. Krissy’s feet push wearily at canvas, trying to turn Lacey over, but Chabert’s too strong--her own legs braced out to either side, helping to keep brunette weight forward> Lacey loving her belly on Krissy, resting either cheek atop Krissy’s head--brunette just forcing blonde to take sweaty meat-weight along with the constant smother. FINALLY--officials realize Bell’s not moving--men tug at Lacey’s arms to finally haul brunette up off her vanquished foe.

Bell pretty on her back: overhead light pooling in white highlights on her shiny brows, cheeks, chin; lips parted; eyes closed, eyebrows high. Chabert stands, hugs herself as she looks down in exultation: Kristen’s all used up. “Nobody can stand against my jugs,” lacey proudly proclaims, looking up all perky at the in-ring interviewer. “I want Mish Williams, Jennifer Love, Stupid Simpson, Salma--anyone who thinks they can slug n’ smother needs to meet my girls.”

Reposted by Archer 5/23/11.

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