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14 April 2007 Laetitia Casta vs Charlize Theron (VII)

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Charlize Theron vs. Laetitia Casta (VII) by simguy 4-14-07

 

Pushing and shoving during photo-sessions - tensions running high as flagship fighters refuse to give each other breathing room in weeks leading up to fight night. "She hates me," Charlize explains with a shrug, face all innocent. "I'd hate me too, if I were her and there was a Charlize Theron around hogging all the attention. It's got to kill her to step outside of Paris and realize the rest of the world belongs to me."

 

Casta crossing her arms, seething whenever Theron's opening her mouth - LC heavily motivated to build upon her last success against La Blonde. "I will destroy her," 'Tish promises in prefight. "I will take her to the ropes and punch that stupid face of hers until the lights dim - I will smash her! She always thinks she is so superior, but she is not, and I will prove it once and for all!"

 

Theron in green bikini with tawdry pink, scoop front crop top (baby doll sleeves) over top; green gloves. Casta in leopard print two piece - bikini bottoms - twist-tie halter top with baby doll sleeves, accentuating her buxom lusciousness; white gloves.

 

Girls refuse to touch gloves but then Casta suddenly leans in to peck a kiss on CT's cheek! Theron pushes Casta roughly in her shoulders, forcing ref to take a hand early.

 

Round 1: Hamhanded vixens come with identical fightplans: reduce the body. Loose forward crouches; methodical turn-taking - girls just flat footed, taking their hacks. One vixen covers up, the other smokes away thick, whacking rights and lefts - leather spanking heavily off firm midsection meat. Then it's the other's turn as the former covers up and takes her lickin'. Back and forth, back and forth - just a steady, stroking shellack being dished - fat, smacking blows landing flush to waistlines and ribcages CHUP! CHUP! Bell: Girls pull back, turn away from each other all business like - each convinced she's done terrible damage to the other. Both are right!

 

Round 2: Back at it: meaty work, banged out at close range as girls close shoulder to shoulder. Thudding blows bouncing off firm tummies, shaking proud ribcages - faces tightening with determination and will to persevere. It's sloshing, methodical work - neither girl rushing - each simply leans in and strokes away thick when it's her turn. Gentle meandering about the ring as bodies are walloped - heads frequently clashing with the natural forward lean of competing vixens. Steady stroking back and forth to bell: girls part - each glancing quickly at the other's eyes for the first time, checking opposition morale.

 

Round 3: Stubborn vixens go right back to bodies - each reporting confidently to respective corners during break that "she's breaking down". Breathy gasps starting to sigh out past tightly clamped lips; frowns furrowing hard-working brows as bodies are drummed without pity. Each lass leaning in with her shoulder, lavishing hated midsection her hardest licks, then covering up to receive in kind - odd, deliberate action as fightplans mesh perfectly to produce a trudging, systematic degradation of both battlers.

At the bell - both clearly wearing down, mouthbreathing, wincing en route to corners - equally convinced the other's all but finished.

 

Round 4: Same slogging pace - girls stepping around flat footed, both being very strong and hamhanded. CT vexing Casta with an extended left to palm French girl's forehead - Theron measuring 'Tish thus, then welting her thick, whip-limbed right hands in the flank. Half way point - Casta's had enough: Theron palms noggin' - Casta hooks Charlize HARD in the mouth, swivelling blonde head. CT wide-eyed, stepping in fence post holes - Krusher badly loosened and it's BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Charlize flopping to all fours, shaking her sweaty head in disbelief: Casta glaring, batting her mitts, stomps all juggy to neutral corner. Theron takes the 8, lower lip pouting: then leans back into ropes, face in gloves to receive Casta's fury. Laetitia squares away, takes all the torso she can handle: big, lusty, hacking strokes smash at Theron - carving in behind her elbows to concuss ribs beneath the jugline. Charlize breathless, stooping forward, knees knocking - she ships a terrible beating, swaying on the spot at the bell, prompting the first smile of the evening from heartless French lips.

 

Round 5: Flat feet; pawing prep-work with the jab; sloshing, full-bodied rights and lefts to the body as girls lean in beefy once again. Fat, harsh, spankage sounding out from both firm bodies, accompanied by the odd repressed sob as girls bite down on gumshields to deny the opponent satisfaction of hearing hurt. Theron stepping back, walking Casta into vicious, rising lefts or rights to the sternum - gorgeous, digging blasts repeatedly catching Laetitia, weakening her terribly. Down the stretch, Theron retreating in good order and scoring heavily - she sidesteps, allowing a weary Casta to stagger face-first into ropes: Theron steps in, slops a sloshing right to Casta's left ear and DROPS 'TISH TO HER KNEES! Casta shaky as a new born calf - and Theron stoops, pays back that cheeky prefight kiss with one of her own, forcing a blurt of outrage from Casta's woozy lips. Ref bundling Charlize away, delayed count allowing Laetitia to rally back to her feet.

 

Round 6: Gruesome body attrition has both vixens ramshackle, trudging, eyelashes fluttering, mouthbreathing - this thing's entered last-woman-standing territory. Back to the body, thick and beefy - both women just waiting their turn, then swinging away to paunch and rib. Legs are loosening - both girls stumbling a step or two sideways under heavy shellack, then firming in order to punch - mindless stubborness keeping both girls right directly in each other's gunsights. Casta coming off the body occasionally to ring Theron up with hooks and uppercuts: CT's face all drowsy on impact. Charlize responding in kind, clapping a tight inside hook against Casta's jaw with a swiping delivery: LC all blank, cuffed and buffetted as she staggers around with hurt. Girls falling into mutual clinches, but ref doesn't need to break 'em: soon as one or the other can balance herself, she'll punch with venom to the other's midsection.

 

Round 7: Pained, cringing resumption as girls limp out of respective corners, close, and rip each other mercilessly amidships. Breathy cries escaping both girls now - and both now reaching to clinch after being touched downstairs: just a quick tie up to steady herself, then it's payback in kind. Uppercuts are there for both women - both taking them, clanging away against the forward guard of hurting opposition, or picking up sleepy faces clean. Legs seem constantly on the verge of giving way, but girls rallying to prevent knockdowns. Down the stretch, Charlize bodies Laetitia to ropes, and in the struggling embrace - CT lifts her left thigh, slapping the inner plank of it beefy to Casta's waist, gutting the surprised French vixen and doubling her up! Ref moves in, pulling Theron's right arm and giving her a terrible shake: CT blinking, perhaps only dimly aware of what she's just done - she's fighting on instinct now.

 

Round 8: They burrow into each other: each trying to get underneath the other and drive up into lungs and tummy, taking turns driving the opponent back. Form is erratic - occasionally the thick, free-swinging action is replaced by a woozy, pushing of mitt to meat - girls at times punching before their feet and legs are really set. Late the round, Casta mounting a surge up the middle, stuffing lefts and rights into Theron's breadbasket, backing the blonde up: CT winded, steps straight back with her hands low and EATS THE HOOK! Casta stepping and clapping a wide, lashing hook across CT's chops and THERON GOES DOWN! CT dazed, sitting upright with her back to the ropes: Casta steps, stoops and SMOKES CHARLIZE RIGHTY! Vicious blast across the face catches poor Theron staring - CT'S OUT ON HER RUMP! Casta tackled off by the ref; Charlize's arms flailing sick out to the side, her head lolling, chin drooping to her chest.

Bell sounds as ref's still struggling with Casta - Kruzher corner leaps into the ring to haul stunned blonde back to her stool for smelling salts: Janet Jones screaming blue murder at official during the break.

 

Round 9: Casta trudges into CT's breadbasket, beating Theron in stupor to ropes. Poor Charlize! Still reeling from that cheap chin check, she's loose at the ropes, long arms reaching to tie up around Casta's head or elbows. Laetitia pushing up on CT, mouth open against Theron's shoulders or upperchest as blonde ties up - brunette constantly shoving in leather, even when she's clearly smothering herself. Ref's breaks push Casta back - oh, she's shabby, clearly exhausted, but she wills herself to get back on. Theron out on her feet, laying against ropes for support, eyelashes fluttering, mouth open - she pushes out leather at Casta, bumping her harmless punches as French woman pushes in. Just a trudging, methodical siege - Casta wading in after ref's breaks, trying to break Charlize. Theron's long legs hold firm, refusing to give as Casta punches herself out. Down the stretch, Theron's able to tie up and hold Laetitia fast - French vixen too tired to extricate herself without ref's help.

 

Round 10: Crippled beauties slink to midring, greeting each other with sweeping, heavy right hands fat to tummy. Hooks on top - mouths are clapped, heads are tossed - these girls are shot. Crowd roaring as both vixens could go at any time - just stamping, staggering around, swinging mindlessly from the hips. They stumble off balance - they stumble into each other's arms - girls whining in protest when one or the other holds and gets away with it. Minute mark, trade in beefy right hands amidships goes Charlize' way as Laetitia is paralyzed: fat left hook claps the mouthpiece ofF Casta's teeth and LAETITIA GOES DOWN! Casta on all fours, head bowed, tummy panting in and out: CT steps to Casta's left flank and LIFTS A BIG BOOT INTO CASTA'S RIBS! Dull, hollow THUMP-SMACK of bare foot on chassis - Casta groans, rolls onto her back hugging her body, knees drawn up: ref screeching into Charlize' blinking face, hollering her the riot act. Tish able to use the delay to fight back to her feet - OH, she's all crippled, hugging herself in agony, resting her rump in the ropes for support and HERE COMES CHARLIZE! CT seething, teeth bared, blonde hair in her eyes as she squares away and gets lavish on Laetitia: thickest, fattest whacks of CT's career smash away at the Casta midsection - CT just coating Casta in hurt - right, left, right, left. Casta cries out, crumbling forward - TITA'S DOWN AGAIN! Laetitia to all fours again, ribs there for the taking - alert ref piling into Charlize and tackling her away before she can treat herself to another swinging boot against helpless torso. CASTA BEATS THE COUNT! Laetitia sobbing in agony as she climbs ropes to her feet - swaying on the apron for her 8 and ON COMES CHARLIZE! Oh the humanity as CT marches in and POUNDS AWAY TO JUGG! Casta can't stop it - she's all used up, blubbering as her hands droop to her waist, torso tilts forward and chest soaks up the sloshing of a lifetime! CT gnashing her teeth, stabilizing Casta with one hand while delivering huge, swinging clout with the other, beating those French baguettes back and forth, back and forth RAW with thudding authority. Crowd counting down the clock "TEN! NINE! EIGHT!" as Casta's soaking it up - curvy French legs holding her up even as CT's using up every last drop. Theron besotted with juglust - just sloppin' it home to the bell. At last, Casta's twist-tied knot can take no more: halter comes undone, spilling battered French boobies into the open. Laetitia blurts out "NO!" Groggy Theron raises her arms and bellows in triumph "YESSS!!" Crowd erupts to collective feet as Charlize KO's Laetitia's halter at least. Comes back UD10...CHARLIZE THERON!

 

After: Casta sobbing aloud at the announcement, bending forward hands on knees just exactly like she's trying to shake off a body blow. So much French ordinance expended on firm American tummy tonight: Laetitia neglecting those vulnerable Theron tits that so often betrayed her in the past! Theron exulting - hands on her face, then lifting high as she struts slowly about - what a fight. Hard feelings in the aftermath as Casta just can't handle CT strutting - French girl coming in from behind to pull American's arms down, initiating a woozy wrestling match - officials easily able to break it up as both girls are on last legs here.

"I used up every last drop of Casta tonight," pants a battered, but glowing Charlize. "I couldn't believe it when she chose to stand toe to toe with me - with ME! It was like Christmas coming early - all I had to do was punch!"

 

Tractorpull bloodhound manages to shove a recorder in CT's face, asking her point blank about the thigh lift and the kicking incidents. "I put my thigh in her gut because...because things were very beefy in there tonight, and it just sort of got away from me. The kick was wrong, and I'm sorry about that - but she punched me when I was down and I couldn't let that go. I learned early in my career that when a girl fouls you, you do not lie down for that. I had to get that back from her and if you were a fighter - you'd understand."

 

Commissioner's office flooded with videotape evidence of late hits, kicking and thighing as both Kruzher and Tech lawyers mount appeals in the aftermath. FCBA said to be considering strong sanctions against both women for the reckless savagery displayed in this bout. One week suspensions not out of the question!

 

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