Posted by Simguy on 2/2/2007, 6:05 am.

Before; Tech-buster Navi sets sights on  Mount Casta--Rawat looking to go 3-0 against the venerable house. “ I can’t wait,” says dauntless Navi. “Casta’s hard to predict, so I haven’t spent much time watching tape of her--she never fights the same way twice anyway. I’m just going in to hurt her: that’s my plan. I’ll crash her gates and take it from there: I’m not looking to carry this girl very long, if you know what I mean.” Laetitia smooth and cool at the podium, “Taming wild Americans is my specialty, non?” Casta smirks, probing her opponent’s composure like a veteran. “I have too much of the class for petite Navi, too much poise. She is a fast pressure fighter, mais I will hurt her when she comes: she will learn respect early in this fight.” Casta breathtaking in tan suede western motif  just a shade lighter than the colour of her hair); sheepskin boxing moccasins to the knee, trimmed in fur; hair back; black gloves. Navi in black push up, yellow bikini bottoms; sheepskin boxing moccasins to the knee, black gloves.

During R1: Casta relaxed, stepping easy to midring, right cocked at her chest, left low, tracing menacing little ovals in the air. Navi nibbling the tops of her mitts as she crouches dramatically forward, weaving side to side. Casta tapping Navi’s forehead a range-finding jab while sidestepping--EZ-glide footwork as the Frenchwoman creep-steps around in her soft moccasins. ‘Tish turning into slick, sneaky right hands, missing over the top as Rawat ducks way low--Casta coming back with silky smooth, rangy hooks off her hip--rising clout skidding across Navi’s mitts and face as Laetitia eases out of range. Laetitia keeping Rawat at bay--turning her, bamboozling her through 2 minutes: Navi slowly getting closer and closer, getting a feel for Casta. Third minute--Laetitia breezes a lanky left/right over Rawat’s ducking head:  Navi erupts out of her crouch with a concussive hook, catching Laetitia flush to jaw as Casta’s stepping back, hands low. ‘Tish goggled-eyed, back leg buckling, spilling her awkwardly to ropes: Rawat pouncing , eyes bright at the prospect of destruction. TORRID right hand pounds past Laetitia’s raised mitts, smashing her head back over top rope: Casta droops forward on recoil, hands lowering, relaxing out to either side as NAVI HAMMERS AWAY! Rising outstretched, hands low as though she means to embrace Navi around the hips, but Casta not hugging up. OH THE PUNCHING! Rawat pinning her ears back, slugging rights and lefts  tight within the circumference of Casta’s limp arms: breasts and face, BREASYS AND~FACE--Casta getting ransacked as crowd shrieks to its feet. AND THE REF STEPS IN!!! Good Lord--TKO1 Navi Rawat!

After: Extra left hook catches Laetitia’s drowsy face as Navi’s being pulled away--referee cuddling up, propping Casta against ropes as her knees give way. Sensational, sudden, lights-out power erupting from Rawat’s fists--turning what had been methodical Casta control into a paralyzing rout. “I’M ALL THAT!” An excited Rawat shouts in post fight, adrenalin still coursing through her veins from the stoppage. “Laetitia Casta: OUT! WOO! YEAH! I’m pumped--I mean, I just WRECKED that girl, you know? Look at her on her stool--she’s STILL out of it! You know what? I’m gonna go get me some! Hold the camera!”  Rawat stomping all a-jiggle o the TU corner: insult to injury as woozy LC is hugged up off her stool, head lolling, tears building as the proudest warrior in all France is taken for a disastrous walk of shame. Rawat beaming--tangled black hair in her eyes, down at her shoulders--right arm strong around Casta’s trembling waist--left hand waving serenely as Navi displays her new trophy victim. Many managed fighters in the audience ill-amused: Rawat’s way out of line here.

Reposted by Archer 5/3/2011.