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20 Feb 2009 (Title) Ch Stacy Keibler vs Mandy Moore

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Stacy Keibler 01.jpgMandy Moore 03.jpg

 

UNIFIED WELTERWEIGHT TITLE

 

Posted by simguy on 2/20/2009, 7:34 am 

 

 

Before: Two young welters competing for title in their respective primes: big-girl div showing a pulse these days as cougars are pushed to the margins. "Stacy's body's built for offense," Mandy says in prefight. "She throws more punches than any other welterweight because she HAS to: she's not built to bear up under intense big-girl pressure. That's why getting on top of her is so important in this fight. I need to be on that ribcage, pounding - I need to take those legs out of the fight as soon as..."

 

Loud cell phone ring interrupts Mandy (ringtone: Spears' "Toxic") - Stacy picks up, completely oblivious that her table-mic is on.

 

"Hello? OMG - how ARE you? I'm at some press-conference thingy for my fight...Mandy Moore...You know - fat girl, used to be cute? I think she sings or something. Yeah, she's talking...I don't know: blah blah - 'Stacy's so beautiful' blah blah - 'I'm spooked by Stacy's legs' - stuff like that - I'm not really listening," Krusher rep signalling frantically at Stace to wrap up - Keebs shoots him a little frown. "I gotta go - call me!" Moore infuriated - cheeks crimson: mission accomplished Keebs as Stacy proves vapid as a fox.

 

Stacy in electric blue bandeau bikini with neck look support; white gloves. Mandy in dark auvergine purple bikini; black gloves; hair in beach bun.

During R1: Sweeping overhand right clocks Keebs' head flat against right shoulder: Mandy's on the march! Stomping barrage as Moore wades in slugging - big, brawny, looping lefts and rights bashing at Keibler's head and bandeau'd breasts, driving her ragdoll to ropes. Pumping follow up to ribcage and more smashing blows to modest jug as Moore crouches close, chugs up-and-in with both hands: Stacy awestruck, mouth wide open, arms reaching to pull at Mandy. Moore rampaging - maybe a little too close: Stacy able to impede some of the wallop with her arms. Still it's a terrible drubbing - Keibler beaten along the ropes, bludgeoned as a seething Moore pours in, clubbing away crude lefts and rights at head and shoulders. Bell to bell Moore: Keibler rocked, wobbly butt - proves more durable than she looks by keeping her feet.

R2: Second verse, same as the first. Moore catches Stacy an early looping right hand up top - unhinging Keibler's knees: rest of it is getting Keebs ropeside, then breaking out the crowbar. Stacy just being stacked up and walloped: Mandy snarling, slugging wide, sloppy haymakers upside Keibler's head - or fighting off Stacy's clavicle to dig at her waist. Keibler ragdolled - grunting forward from gutshock; rocking back when smoked; getting pancake-bodied into ropes as Mandy gets all big. On occasion, Mandy will turn into tight-arc roundhouses, smashing single shots off Stacy's breasts: Keibler crying out at the shocking spank of these rude wallops. Blonde smeared along ropes - once again blocking some of the work with her long arms flailing haphazardly at Mandy. Moore pounding Stacy wobbly butt - once again can't get tall girl off her feet as Keibler sputters into port, blubbering and wailing at her trainer.

R3: Ragged offence from a desperate champ - she lifts a left uppercut into Mandy's breasts, then extends the jab to Mandy's face, trying to keep her off. Moore settling down, showing earmuff, stalking Stacy: Keibler's legs still clearly not back, glorious golden-brown thighs trembling. Minute mark, Mandy blocks a tepid one-two, steps in a ringing hook to answer: Keibler punched off her feet, sent scooting to her glutes as crowd goes wild. Stacy snivelling, lower lip quivering: Mandy striding past, glancing down all smoldering satisfaction. Keibs up, wobbly, but serviceable: she nods emphatically yes when ref asks her if she wants more. Mandy wades in: STACY RIPS HER THE RIGHT UPPERCUT! Moore clipped hard - covering up, stooping forward: enraged Keibler baring her teeth, sloshing wide, long armed strokes to ribs and flanks, whacking Mandy backward. Midring, Moore wobbly-butt: Stacy setting herself to hoist repeat right hands up and in, up and in - left wrist riding gently atop Mandy's right shoulder as brunette stoops forward to take. Savage pumping thump beats Mandy wobbly butt: she's crippled midring, absorbing body shock as ref moves in at bell. Stacy seething, blonde hair in her eyes as ref's bodying her back: ferocious Keibler rally converts Mandy's 10-8 to regular 10-9.

R4: Stacy's still walking in hands low, wide open for Mandy's pre-emptive overhand rights. Another bomb lands early - buzzing Stacy's magnificent legs, sending her baby-stepping. Follow up punches muscular, free-swinging from Mandy - she's hopping after reeling Stace, pitching wide, hamhanded wallop from her hips, clouting Stacy's face/skull/shoulders. Keibler battered in random pattern at the stagger - direction changing suddenly with each clout to her staring face and it's BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Stace eventually bludgeoned to all fours: Mandy hands on hips, really breathing hard now after throwing herself at hurting champion. STACY BEATS THE COUNT! Keibler up, swaying in the wind, but again demanding ref let it go: Mandy wades in gloves-at-chin, looking to crowd and bang. Stacy badly weakened - there's no stirring rally off the canvas this time: she slumps back into ropes - left hand riding lazily over Mandy's right shoulder as brunette sets to digging. Oh, the bruising thump: Mandy driving in short right hands to Stacy's exposed left armpit and breast; shrugging home murderous lefts to tummy and rib. Stacy cringing - left arm half-encircling Mandy's head, but not tying brunette up: Moore able to blast away at her leisure in snug, but not smothering confines.

R5: Stacy wandering tragically flat-footed out of her corner: face swelling badly; eyes bleak, unfocused; hair in her eyes; hands negligent at her waist. Mandy advancing gloves-at-chin, stepping-to, ducking down as she pulls that looping overhand right onto Stacy's face: brunette just can't miss her blonde tonight. Huge blast pounds Stacy's head hard to starboard - she stumbles to her right, blinking: Mandy stepping-with, crouching, then swinging lusty for Stacy's chin and head. Crashing, sweeping blows batter at Stacy's head, knocking it to-and-fro as she's blundering around and STACY'S DOWN! Keibler blown to her back - long legs stretched out straight - hands stacked against her stomach. Mandy jogs out of it, smiling: she knows she's starched an overbearing blonde champion but NO! Stacy Keibler beats the count! Keibs a twitching, flopping wreck as she struggles to fight off the KO: she's reeling at ropes, blubbering, pleading with ref not to stop it. Moore open-mouthed, glancing uncertainly at her corner: Girls generally don't get up after being dropped 3 times by Mandy Moore. After 8, Moore wades in, ducking as Stacy pushes a jab: blonde's going to offer resistance! Moore pushes-in - grinding forehead against Stacy's clavicle: Keibler grimacing, tying up behind Mandy's elbows. Hardhearted grinding commences - Moore getting weight on Stacy, stacking and bashing at her; Keibs slugging 'round Mandy's arms, tucking in flat-knuckle above either Moore hip in close quarters slogging. During the break - Janet Jones tells battered Stacy flatly: "Show me something, Stace - or we have to stop this. You get me? We can't let you continue to take this kind of punishment. Get this girl out of your bikini, or it's over."

 

Posted by simguy on 2/20/2009, 7:34 am,

 

R6: Motivated Keibler flat-footed to midring: right at her cheek, left a little lower, positioned to jab. Mandy mouthbreathing, gloves curled into her chin: she approaches cautiously, not liking the sight of Stacy's right (back) heel up off the canvas, poised for thrust. Long, heavy stick pitched by Stacy - blocked by Mandy: Keibler establishing range, keeping Moore well outside. Stacy slow to her left - this isn't the frisky, dancing blonde we're used to seeing: this is a banged up, rickety champion grimly trying to compete for her title. Moore circling, dipping, offering back jabs: SHE'S a little winded, unable to press her foe here. Keibs works behind the jab, circles, keeps her distance: Stacy's able to stabilize her front, get herself together as Mandy takes a round off.

R7: Girls midring, stepping-and-poking jabs: classic big-girl set-piece exchanges as fighters negotiate distance. Stacy fitting poke to Mandy's face at last: Moore frowning, trying to jab back at Stacy's pecs. Halfway point - flowing right cross follows Stacy's jab, pouring into Mandy's chin; brunette stutter-steps, forms a shaky earmuff - she's hurt! Stacy stepping-to as Mandy's stooping forward behind her mitts: sweeping, limber right hand takes Moore behind left elbow, sending shivers down brunette thighs and backside. Stacy looming atop her girl, leaning in close, putting wide, hamhanded stroke onto Moore's body. Keibs thick and heavy with her hooks - sloshing 'em CHUP! CHUP! to Mandy's flank while pivoting left; gorgeous, sinewy lank on those shots as Stacy's loosening up. Similar ranginess on the right hand - Keibs dipping left to pull the right hand into Mandy's hip or tummy - real slinging/plowing action. Moore stumbling, keeping her hands up: she's wobbly-butt, tremble-bodied through 7. Moore looking exhausted on her stool: big brunette spent up a lot of money early in this fight - trainer vigorously massaging her thighs and biceps through the break.

R8: Stepping, flat footed punching: both girls wearing down, both digging in psychologically to compete. Keibs stepping into Mandy's breadbasket with short, plowing right hands: just a little shovelling action, stuffing it home to the thickest part of Mandy's beef. Moore bashing at Stacy's ribs: wide right hands to lat; digging, shrugging blows up-and-in to ribs. Keibs looming over Mandy when Moore's crouching - whacking away all bandy-armed behind the elbows, beating Mandy in stumbling path around the ring. Moore landing heavily and well, but not throwing nearly as much: Stacy electing body and successfully draining her tiring opponent even more through 8.

R9: Moore jabbing chest from her crouch - then sliding in to clinch: she hasn't done much of this tonight, but she's breaking out the ol' punch-n'-clutch routine now. Keibs grumbling, cranky - trying to wriggle her way out of the clinches without success: Mandy able to body her blonde to ropes, establish top position. Good methodical shove and slug applied: Moore taking care to reach in and chest Stacy to ropes after pumping at her - making blonde take weight. Down the stretch, Moore slugging from close in, clobbering Stacy upside the head a series of brawny right hands. Keibler's knees give way, sitting her into ropes: she's hanging off Mandy's neck at the bell - preventing the knockdown.

R10: Stacy all busted up, exhausted: she whines in frustration as Moore slides in, ties up around the waist and stuff Keibs back into the Krusher Korner. Mauling, close-in, tummy-to-tummy brawling follows: Moore's head constantly bumping up under Stacy's chin; Moore's hands constantly pushing at Stacy's biceps, or reaching round her back. Keibs unable to get weight forward: she's grimacing with the effort of writhing her arms in under Mandy's trying to wrestle big brunette into ropes. Mandy won't have it - she stays on Stacy's chest - tucking in just enough leather to ribs and tummy to avoid costly ref's breaks. Smothering 10th for Stacy: she can't get ouf of her corner, and boxing has a NEW welterweight champ via UD10 - Mandy Moore.

After: Moore visibly exhausted, but elated - beaming with pride as attendants fit her out with belts about waist and shoulders.

 

"Oh my God," Mandy gushes, "I'm going to sleep for a week! I can't believe how DETERMINED Stacy was. Honestly, when I caught her that right hand in the first round? I thought it was over. I did! I thought 'there's no way she can take my heat', but when she started getting up from the knockdowns, I knew that this girl was filled with a special kind of pride you don't see every day. Then she started rocking ME and it was just last-girl-standing at that point. I stopped thinking and just started plowing into her on autopilot - there was nothing else I could do!"

 

Foxfire bookending the FCBA, squeezing bantam and lightweight between two title holders: little-stable-that-could suddenly a true FCBA power as Mandy joins Sarah atop the pile.

 

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