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15 Jan 2005 Laetitia Casta vs Deborah Unger

Page history last edited by Archer844 15 years ago

Posted by simguy on 1/15/2005

 

Before: Invitations extended to Casta and Unger for an exclusive showdown at the Ice Hotel, Quebec Canada - home-turf for Deborah who has often fought at the venue, turning back a who's who of international beauties. Unger a hardnosed veteran who can fight or box as required - in that Maria Bello mold of true professionals. Laetitia a road-warrior her whole career: she's not as intimidated as some by the prospect of fighting a house fighter thousands of miles from home. "Casta doesn't get the credit she deserves for seeking out and fighting opposition all over the globe," notes one Celebrity Ring columnist." She could have coasted into the St Barthes showdown, but here she is, tuning up with a real fight, at a completely different altitude and latitude. Really only Raquel Welch comes to mind as a similar sort of jet-setting fighter - it's not an easy route to take." Ring located in the Ice Hotel Crystal Ballroom - titanic 12 foot high ice sculptures of Unger and Casta against the far wall. Both girls wearing soft pelt bikinis - dappled gray fur, Unger - snow-white for Casta. Gloves appear to be similar material. Both girls shod in soft, furry mukluks to the knee. Casta's hair in long battle braid. During instructions, girls wear floor-length fur coats as they stare each other down - glimpses of bare belly and thigh just visible. At conclusion - Casta leans in with a casual air-kiss to either side of Unger's head: flat, icy stare from Deb as Laetitia pulls back with a feline little smirk. Unger speaks French, knows full well what Laetitia whispered during the gesture. Long coats are removed: aristocratic applause rings throughout the room as girls stand opposed like a pair of ice-age shamanesses in an old Hammer film.

 

During R1: Patient, stepping footwork, fierce eye-contact maintained, slow rotation clockwise. Unger jabbing at Casta's chest, then stooping to shove a plugging right hand to pit of French woman's stomach; fur mitt landing with a dull 'Fump' on Casta's pale midriff. Laetitia tracking with her jab top of Unger's head, railing in a smooth right/left against blonde temples - brunette willing to take one in the tummy to swipe two hard against Deb's skull. Casta benefiting from trade - expensive way for Unger to get to body - after two minutes she's not as eager to take Casta's fluid headshots, starts backing away. Casta over to offense: Laetitia coming forward, left hand stiff and shocking square in Deborah's face, backing blonde up. Final moments, Casta stalking, mitts gathered loose underneath her chin: thudding jab between the eyes; slicing right point o' the chin, oily left hook curling 'round Casta's right ear on follow through and UNGER GOES DOWN! Neat-as-you-please knockdown, three crisp shots: Unger sitting up stunned, shaking her head - she clearly wasn't expecting that kind of sock from Casta tonight.

 

R2: Unger tries stepping to the right, chip-chiseling her jab to pester Casta, then bending to jam away righty up top. Laetitia still coming forward, reading it well - she's ducking, left hand at her temple to block, answering a limber right hand in close, mopping up that greasy hook as Unger steps out. In space - Casta's jab finding Deborah, unsettling her - La'Tish able to extend on shearing rights and curling lefts with uncanny accuracy. Inside, 'Tish keeping her elbows in, tidying up with short-arm licks to body, wrapping up around Deborah's elbows to keep the exchanges short. It's Laetitia walking Deborah into ropes for breaks, Laetitia imposing her legs and will on Unger to the surprise of many at ringside. Final moments - Unger relaxing too soon - Casta hooks her hard to body, gets a tasty left uppercut off the front foot (right hand tight to cheek during ripping delivery) and SITS DEBORAH DOWN! Laetitia smiling care-free, glancing back over her shoulder as she struts to neutral corner: bewildered Unger sitting up smoked again, shaking her pretty head in awe.

 

Between rounds: as girls approach corners, attendants slip them into long fur coats, keeping beauties toasty during the break.

 

R3: Slight condensation steam rising from sweaty shoulders and glistening foreheads as girls heat up in cool confines. Hard working round - Both standing firm, trading hooks to breadbasket while keeping right hands tight to temples during compact delivery. Natural rotation left as girls hook and jab - both falling in and tying up, taking turns walking each other back, holding each other down at the ropes in a subtle display of gameswomanship. Competitive heat, but Casta getting the better of it - jab is sharper, more hurtful; hooks and crosses moving Unger, discouraging her more than vice-versa; fur mitts skidding across ribs and skulls rather than smacking tacky like leather.

 

R4: Same again - good workrate, both girls setting down and getting off hard, both willing to work at power punching distance, both tying up inside rather than working mouth on shoulder for extended periods. Again, Casta separating herself with consistency, getting the better of Unger in each sequence. Laetitia getting grabby - pulling Deb's arms and twisting her off balance, shoving her in the shoulders, bullying her. Unger won't punk, but face showing concern: Casta stronger, more confident than Deborah anticipated. Laetitia really getting all of Unger's jaw with a jolting left hook off a sliding right lead - Unger unable to answer the punch when it lands, staring back in sullen, impotent anger. Patient caress of Casta's fur-lined fists bruising and lumping Unger's face without cutting her: exquisite, civilized punishment through 4.

 

R5: Girls hook offending bellies, crowding in close and tucking in tight - Casta stepping straight back, gets caught as Unger steps-with and hooks chin with gobsmacking leverage. Crowd aroused as Casta steps in fence post holes, eyes suddenly distraught: Unger coldblooded, moves in to finish. Casta at ropes: hands at her temples, mouth pouting open, digging in to ride this out...

 

Unger tapping the jab, tapping it - wide cuffing hook and HARD right hand on the mouth: Casta keeping her guard together, soaks it up...

 

Unger hooking behind the elbow, hooking the ear - Casta reaches in hurt around Deb's waist for a break...

 

Unger bending, heaving overhand rights in scything arcs up top - Casta's guard high, ducking with the shot, again tieing up...

 

Storm starts to pass by the third minute - Casta's legs holding up, she's got her bearings back, starting to catch Deb with little left uppercuts, clubbing left hooks off the ropes.

 

R6: Deborah strong across the ring - checked again and again by a ringing 'Tish Casta jab. Laetitia stepping right, finding Unger's face with pinging lefts - brunette edges in with the short left uppercut, eases out with a calling-card hook, then shifts her hips to put her whole body behind a tight biting hook to Unger's chin and DEBORAH GOES DOWN! Unger dropped to her pelt-lined backside once again, blubbery with shellshock as she struggles up for 8. Casta supremely confident, small smirk in place as bears down: she's coming to finish Unger. Laetitia palming up hands on Unger's shoulders - touching her the left uppercut, skidding hooks around the elbow, hauling sidearm rights to breadbasket or hip. Up and down, up and down - Casta jostling, Casta punching, keeping a steady lather on wilting Deb. Right uppercut straightens Deb - left hook smashes her face aside and buckles her knees - Unger extending her hands plaintively to Casta's chest and Laetitia's just POURING in. Brunette slugging away over Unger's outstretched arms - blonde's face belted to-and-fro as she leans back into the ropes - Deborah blubbering "STOP! STOP!" as Laetitia pins ears back and swings away. Ref steps in at the sound of Unger pathetic, cracking voice - Casta lifting her mitts, giving off steam in a swirling vapor trail as she struts away the TKO6 victor.

 

After: Humiliation 1: Unger's ice statue destroyed by Hotel staff with ice picks and hammers, left as so much rubble at towering ice-Casta's feet. Humiliation 2: Casta in her long coat escorts the bikini'd Unger around the ring - Deborah stifling tears, recoiling from Casta's arm about her waist - blue-blood audience applauding and cheering the thoroughgoing destruction they've just witnessed. Humiliation 3: Unger's belongings collected for her and waiting in the main lobby - limo waiting to take her away quickly and quietly, for Casta is the new Crystal Queen. Laetitia's room upgraded from the challenger's suite to luxurious champion's apartments - hers anytime she stays at the ice-hotel, until such time as another woman wrests the perks away from her.

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