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18 April 2008 Title Ch Ali Larter vs Laetitia Casta

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Posted by simguy on 4/18/2008, 8:08 pm


Before: "Not on my watch!" Smiles Larter at the podium, speaking of Casta's chances. "I know she's a real spoiler - she'll come out of nowhere and shock a Biel or a Garner - she's no joke - but I'm totally ready for her. I'm in a class of my own at lightweight - a new breed of lightweight: Casta's game is going to look a little shopworn once we get in there, and people can compare us directly." Laetitia nonplussed - she's heard American bravado before. "Ali has a lot to learn," Casta shrugs. "Once again Technetium must rely on Casta to deliver the title, and once again, I will prevail. Ali will find out my 'game' is as potent now as it ever was, once I have punched her to sleep." Larter in BSE-busting yellow bikini; white mitts. Casta in very dark purple bikini with lighter-shade purple bordering; white mitts.

During R1: Larter with a plan - chopping jabs methodically at Casta's belly and head - circling clockwise. Midway through, Casta using her jab as a rangefinder jams it into Larter's face - hops forward into a swinging right from the hips and PLOWS Ali to jaw. Head-snap Larter - knees buckle - only fabulous conditioning allows Ali to stagger out of the wallop, denying knockdown. Ali woozy, glassy-eyed to ropes: she covers up earmuff, giving away those fitness-mag ribs and speedbump abs to Casta's savage mercies. 'Tish wades in, squares away, thumps blonde body with big, brazen shove-and-slug at the ropes - jugs a-sloshin' side to side with the delivery.

R2: Larter filled with respect - shows a lot more leg, uses every inch of canvas to negotiate her foe. Casta stalking, output dropping - she's rarely in good position to release with heft. Larter chopping away - stooping to jab the body, circling left around a spitting jab up top; going to the jugs a spicy straight right/left hook combo before scooting away. Casta scowling - landing only glancing blows as Ali's making her escapes.

R3: Shutout Larter: Ali much quicker - blonde hair bouncing as she circles, chips away on Fortress Casta. Jabs predominate - Larter stabbing to belly, then up top - moving away before the receipts. Ali making good use of scrubbing combinations whenever Casta threatens to corner her blonde: sudden eruptions of criss-cross rights and lefts bang away at Laetitia's face and breasts, forcing her to cover up and enabling Larter to spin out of trouble. Larter's legs tireless - she circles and steps, darting in and out, touching her girl at will through 3.

R4: Larter settling in, boxing Casta. Stiff jab up top jamming in between Casta's mitts, keeping her on the defensive. Stiffer poke prodding into ribs or tummy, hunching Casta up: Ali scoring, then scooting away with a smug grin of satisfaction. Sudden, banging combinations - usually a hard straight right followed by a crook-armed left smiting Laetitia's face: Larter triggering fast-twtich scoring sequences, then legging away from receipts. Casta busting up nicely through 4, generally slower throughout. She IS applying some pressure with her feet however, constantly moving to cut off the ring, patiently trying to win position on mobile blonde.

R5: Casta finally getting to Larter's body with authority - swinging right sidearm roundhouses bring blonde down off her toes. Ali responds with a short, tidy right uppercut inside: Casta eats it without complaint, pounding her fists tic-toc off Ali's shiny flanks in reprisal. 'Tish being brawny here - shoving the left in between Larter's mitts to stabilize her for swinging right hands in the ribs; bodying Larter to ropes, then hooking her tummy off the shoulder-bump. Good veteran tricks: Casta enjoying her best round since the first, really thumping away on the midsection. Larter grimacing - feeling the weight: she's hanging back on ropes, trusting her abs, looking to nip back counters in spots while maintaining a tight high guard.

R6: Casta walking Larter down - long, spearing French jab driving blonde to ropes, setting up thudding sidearm rights in the ribs. Larter gasping, opting to clinch: Casta's wrecking balls downstairs really hampering Ali's mobility. Midway through - girls fighting toe-to-toe, exchanging short lefts and rights - Larter backing up, trying to walk Casta into harm. Laetitia reaching with a hook, slapping Larter across the mouth as Ali's stepping back: Larter startled, staring for a moment. Casta steps in, pulling that right hand off her hip and POURING it to Larter's chin: big, clanging blast swivels Ali's head, stiffens her legs on the spot. Larter's torso slops forward as knees bend slightly, then left knee buckles altogether, spilling her sideways to the matt. Ali rolls to her back - trying all rickety to sit up, but she's just too hurt. Good Lord - KO6 for the winner and NEW champ - Laetitia Casta!

After: Busty 'Tish does it again - overcoming odds, a pro-Larter crowd, and a damn good opponent in thrilling fashion. Ali in complete control of the bout: Laetitia summoning a rare 'French Kiss' KO to reverse the tide in dramatic fashion. Casta cementing her spoiler rep with the win - it's her umpteenth title, coming at a time when many had been openly questioning whether she still had championship credentials. Not only has she got the cred, but she's obviously still got the drive: smiling and hugging her associates in the ring, Casta's erect nipples clearly visible against the fabric of her bikini top - aroused to attention by the sheer violence of that one-punch whack-a-blonde knock out.

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