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15 April 2005 Laetitia Casta vs Denise Richards

Page history last edited by Archer844 15 years ago

 Part 1

 

Posted by simguy on 4/15/2005, 7:09 am

 

Before: Tense atmosphere - Casta constantly at Richards, baiting her, fronting up on her - Laetitia still scalded by that KO1 previous encounter. "I hate how she thinks she's better than me," Denise shakes her head in prefight, "when I laid HER out cold last time. KO1: it just doesn't get any more dominant than that. I deserve a little frikkin' respect from this woman."

 

Casta dismissing Richards top to bottom in response. "Denise is a Debbe-Dunning type walking accident. Being lucky doesn't mean you can punch. Her looks are fading, I mean, those aren't bags under her eyes - that's LUGGAGE! Denise is the worst sort of Hollywood scum: cheap, tawdry, used up - I'm going to end her career with this fight."

 

Denise tan western-motif bikini, fringed boxing moccasins, beaded headband holding hair back - Casta in leopard print bikini, matching boxing shoes, long battle braid.

 

During R1: Girls hop to midring, flap measuring-stick jabs, bend into right hands and Casta gets DRILLED in the exchange! La'tish trying to figure out how badly she's hurt: Denise claps her a hook on mouth, drops another tidy right from her hip across Casta's chin and LAETITIA SPRAWLS TO HER BACK! Denise baying in triumph: head back, arms rigid at her sides as she jumps away all taut - Casta lifting a groggy head off canvas, fluttering eyelashes, mouth parted - SOMEHOW she beats the count. ON COMES DENISE! Richards scoots-to, sets up brawny. Hands stomach high - side to side blunt force trauma applied to Casta's face: La'Tish leaning dazed in the ropes, right hand stacked on her left at her tummy, facing into belting lefts and rights - ringsiders screaming. Casta out on her feet, wilting to her right - Denise stays on her, stepping over, keeping up the torrid belting to the face and CASTA GOES DOWN! 'Tish spilling to all fours in a neutral corner, taunted mercilessly as Denise bends in close - ref has to push American off as Casta climbs ropes. 'Tish swaying in the wind, right at her cheek, left across her body, awaiting Denise: Richards striding in, setting up strong, going at what's left with cruel intentions. D: palming her left against Casta's left shoulder to push her upright to ropes, then DRIFTING in that right hand to thump-start the heart. Smashing, straight blows, over and over to the upperchest - Casta staring bleak, eyes welling up - she keeps trying to curl to her right, but Denise just palms her upright, keeps up the steady pounding. Bell - Richards bellowing, storming around rigid with ferocity: Casta trembling, hugging herself in shock and confusion - she gets out of the first SHABBY!

R2: Casta flat footed, still hurt - she tightens up defensively, wades in and takes the fight to Denise in surprising fashion. Casta dukes up, bumping her guard into Richards, swipe-hooking the gut, nudging her the chickenwing left elbow. Richards standing in toe-to-toe, answering back - it's sound, professional two way as girls take turns with workmanlike lefts and rights, close range. Laetitia clinching around the elbows to slow the pace, walk her girl around - French veteran finding ways to keep Richards off balance. Casta showing heart, shaking off her hurt to out-work Denise this round, backing American up consistently with good, crisp work body and head.

R3: Toe to toe, but classy. Clockwise rotation, both girls remembering the jab, busting each other stiff in the mouth. Dukes up, both blocking well, staying in the pocket to answer back immediately - spanking give and take. Richards establishing her hook this round, really biting in behind Laetitia's elbow, working those ribs, digging up the waist - it's enough to give D a hard working third.

R4: Laetitia wilting, stooped forward dukes at temples, just letting Richards get off. Denise strapping Casta hooks to waist and flank, looping right hands to ear and hip, working in close with thudding pooch-pump and tidy uppercuts. Casta mesmerized, sponging - every once in a while her head will jerk up off her gloves courtesy Richards' uppercuts, or a thumping body shot will move Casta a couple steps to the side. Nothing fancy from Richards, just a good stout shellacking applied - she sends Casta wobbly butt to her corner.

R5: Denise strapping it on thick to the body, going waist with great licking lefts and rights - poor 'Tish groaning, folding forward, not answering back. Minute mark - blistering body assault has Laetitia leaning forward - D swats hook to liver, then doubles up into the clipping left uppercut, dropping Casta neat to all fours. 'Tish up at 8, mouth open, eyes bleak - Richards wades back on in. Denise just going to town, lefts and rights, steady belting side to side action, fists pounding away across the shoulders, breasts and chin as Casta slumps dazed in the strands. Batting practice - D just twisting on her hips, pouring on the punishment and CASTA SINKS TO HER KNEES! Laetitia beaten senseless, panting at the ropes - Richards breathing hard, chest heaving, jogs to neutral corner as once again, Casta pulls herself up by the ropes. Rest of the way - Richards a little arm-weary, closes to finish but encounters groggy resistance from shellshocked Casta. Pleasing, ponderous two-way as tired beauties slop wallop onto available breasts and stubborn jaws - both woman absorbing shocking abuse in the closing moments.

 

 

Richards/Casta conc. (too much mindless brutality for one post)

 

Posted by simguy on 4/15/2005, 7:10 am, in reply to "Denise Richards vs Laetitia Casta pt1"

 

R6: Bruising toe to toe grinds on - Casta the more skillful beauty but badly worn at this point, just digging in stubborn and brawling on ramshackle, proud legs. Richards constantly banging the arms, flanks, sliding right hands through to mouth, working jug short shrugging uppercuts, heaping on the punishment as minutes plough on. D hardhearted tonight - she's making good use of that beaded head band, butting and scouring Laetitia's tender brows - drawing grimaces of weary pain from French icon. Casta fighting with her back to the ropes, getting rung up every few seconds as Richards' piles on, but Laetitia won't punk: French vixen slugging back, making Denise work every second of the round.

 

R7: Laetitia hangs a jab, eats a tasty counter right - Casta staring hurt as Denise claps a hook, slices a right cross to chin and DROPS LAETITIA TO HER BACK! French girl taking a moment to lie hands on her face, trying to suck it up - she fights off creeping paralysis to take a brave 8 as D stalks the neutral corner. ON COMES RICHARDS! AND CASTA WON'T HAVE IT! Laetitia out on her feet, mindless - she wades slugging off the ropes, belting crazy lefts and right body and head, beating Richards the length of the ring. Farside ropes: Casta slinging away wide lefts and rights, pushing up on Denise to reset and stabilize - Richards stunned, but composed, covering up, letting Casta's fists bash and skid off skull, shoulders and guard. Laetitia blowing hard down the stretch, laying in for breathy clinches, but always gathering herself to muster another chugging salvo. Crowd roaring as exhausted Casta keeps lugging leather onto Denise after the bell - ref jumps in to separate.

 

R8: Casta wading in hands low, looking to pitch from her hips - Denise dukes up, eyes clear, punching her jab to Casta's face, stepping back and to the left, looking to place her shots. Free swinging pressure from Casta troubling Richards, but Denise able to drop straight right hands onto Casta's chin to once again unhinge long French legs. Casta reeling around at times, staggering into ropes, then somehow gathering herself - Denise can have success punching inside the wider shots of her foe, but can't risk pressing to finish her as Casta keeps rallying.

 

R9: Casta all busted up, no more strategy or finesse left, but implacable will in abundance - once again she trudges into Denise and gives free-swinging battle. Richards gassed now, mouth breathing, trying to punch Laetitia off her - sloppy slugging as girls swing away on the verge of exhaustion and DENISE GETS TAGGED! Casta right hand pounds Richards' head to the side as D's own right hand sails - American nearly corkscrews to mat, staggering sideways into ropes instead, hanging on for dear life as CASTA WADES IN! Laetitia POURING it to Denise, bashing down overhand rights, sweeping hooks - Richards SOAKING up clean shellack, no longer defending herself - it's CARNAGE! Denise' mouthpiece belted off her teeth - she reels one foot to the other, beaten senseless as Laetitia squares up, wails away slobberknocker lefts and rights. Richards' face jerking side to side, Richards breasts flattened and clouted, but she just won't go. Casta finally spent, falling into Richards' arms - moist flesh on flesh contact galvanizes groggy beauties - they come to life, struggling and writhing to wrestle one another up against the ropes - Casta the stronger beauty in the clinch, pinning D down at the bell.

 

R10: Crippled beauties slink to midring, eyes hollow, dull with hate, fists held low. They come together with clubbing rights, pull apart with licking lefts. They shellack and belt, welt and stroke, taking turns bludgeoning each other in staggering tracks around the ring. Neither girl moving her head - punches landing with fat, wet cracks, sending sweat flying, further dimming exhausted eyes. Worn vixens constantly fall into each other, but they don't rest long: constant shrugging punching inside, bellies and jugs rubbed and bumped until distance is created, then it's back to ploughing one another to chin. Brutal slugfest careens pillar to post, both girls too spent to stop the other at this point - crowd roaring as they continue flailing on past the bell. Comes back UD10 comfy - Denise Richards.

 

After: Officials separating badly battered, used up beauties as groggy battlers try to get at each other in postfight. Richards demanding Casta admit Denise's superiority - Casta swollen-eyed, shrieking back in French - it's chaos. Laetitia's fight plan destroyed in the opening moments as she's nearly stopped seconds in - she fights off one KO shot after another, but OH, the toll taken. Casta staggering to the finish line on pride alone, absorbing shocking abuse from a super-motivated Denise Richards - all those knockdowns paving the way for a second heartbreaking victory for the American.

 

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