Posted by simguy on 1/24/2009

Before: Pinder considered a 'live dog' by Ladbrookes, making Kelly a solid, but not prohibitive favourite. "We've had stunning rows in the past," Brook tells Celebrity Ring, "she's hurt me, and put me in difficult situations, I can't deny that. Still, I'm much the more polished talent in the ring - anyone can see that. Pinder's punch is as shocking as any you'll find in the FCBA, but she's raw otherwise. I'm very confident the hotel will remain my domain when I'm finished with Lucy." Both women dressed in Liz Hurley Fighting Reproductions bikinis modeled after Raquel Welch's 1 Million Years BC two piece and hide boot garb. Kelly's suit is bleached white with grey strips of chinchilla fur; gloves are bleached sheepskin punching mittens. Pinder's suit is a dappled black/white animal print; sheepskin punching mittens dyed black.

For the fight - Lucy's travel cases are arranged at the door - in limbo as it were; Kelly's things are in her room. Concierge directs both women in turn to the ring: Lucy being shown every courtesy as befits a potential ice-queen.

During R1: Series of short, clubbing blows - head and shoulders - drives Kelly ropeside: she sets up face-in-gloves, elbows in, leaning back into ropes. Compact front presented by Kelly: job of work for Lucy to beat at it, pound at those biceps, pull at the wrists. Pinder softening Kelly up with wide right hands to ear, trying to loosen up the guard. Whenever Lucy can disorganize Kelly's front, PInder hastens to jug - getting at Kelly with chopping, plowing punches, then struggling to keep Brook from covering up again. Kelly laying back, absorbing punishment: occasionally she'll clip back at Lucy's chin, or slap an open-hand left against her ear. Nuisance touches from Brook: Lucy carries the round bell to bell.

R2: Some concern from Kelly - thoughtful frown on beautiful face. She's skittish - trying to poke Lucy the jab, then step out on her, hoping to walk Pinder into harm. Lucy keeping dukes at chin, weaving on the way in, slugging hard on the approach: she's tough to counter when she's this active. Brook again belted to ropes: once again assuming a very tight, but passive, upright guard. Pinder squares away all busy and jiggling - working hard to break Kelly down, pry apart her D. Short, clubbing, curling lefts and rights bash at Brook's shoulders/biceps/temples - Pinder staying nice and compact in close. Lucy occasionally crouching, then popping her hips to unleash heavy, wide hooks in behind Kelly's right elbow. Big, splashing punches - Pinder's jugs a-sloshing when her arm is stopped suddenly short by Kelly's body. Pinder hungry to jug again, squirming and scrabbling to get at rack when she can: Brook grimacing, working hard to deny Lucy. Bell: Lucy atop Kelly, working - ref pulls her off as seething Brook glares, looking frazzled through 2.

R3: Kelly retreating in good order, backing into corners and setting up relaxed: right at her chin; left at her waist. In comes Pinder: Kelly patient, walks her in, then initiates dangerous, but very cagey close-in exchanges. Brook clippin' 'em short: 6 inch right hand to Lucy's eyebrow; chopping hook the other way, turning it over so her elbow comes up high on follow through. Brook shifting her position in the corner - bouncing from one set of ropes to those adjacent - in sync with her short, heavy punches. Pinder well-belted about her temples and face, but she's sturdy early - whacking lusty at Brooks flanks and waist, trying to club her upside the head. Final minute - Kelly working the corner pocket: she drops a little chopping right onto Lucy's jaw, buckling Pinder's knees. Follow up short right uppercut and another clubbing right upside the head slugs Pinder sideways into ropes: Kelly steps out, pushes Pinder-to, squares away. Kelly POUNDING PINDER'S PUPPIES! OH, the plowing - Brook grunting as she bends her knees, then rises up into Lucy - no backswing on these short, stuffing wallops. Pinder bleating in pain, falling apart: she's nowhere near as calm as Kelly was under similar fire. Short n' muscular - Kelly going at Lucy - stackin' her up, working her over to rack. Bell: Kelly still enjoying Lucy - helping herself until ref pulls her off.

R4: Lucy chastised - nowhere near as aggressive as she had been: Brook takes the initiative. Kelly fighting tall early - jabbing Lucy's face and pecs - stepping her methodically to ropes. Lucy pouting: right hand protectively curled across her jugs; left hand cupping her right elbow as she slides to her right along apron. Kelly patiently stepping-with, ramming in the odd stiff jab to left bicep, trying to work at that breast. Down the stretch, with Pinder looking punished and withdrawn: Kelly squares on her, goes at her head and shoulders with short, curling blows designed to break down the guard. Mission accomplished: Kelly despoiling Pinder's suddenly available jugs as Lucy sobs in helpless outrage at bell.

R5: Kelly strong, tall, flat-footed midring. She's steppin' and pokin' - putting a pounding poke on Lucy, kicking her head back. Pinder wobbly butt, punched off her stance and regrouping elsewhere as Kelly walks her down: Brook able to lean in, push off back (right) foot to really hurl the right hand in. Lucy bashed to ropes - blocking most of the heavy artillery, but shaken by it regardless. Bad spot for Pinder - she's letting Kelly extend on power shots, drive forward and dictate distance: Lucy visibly breaking down in these moments. Late the round, Lucy wilting - drooping forward then rocking back all fluttering eyelashes: bell sounds before snarling Kelly can apply the finishing touch.

R6: Lucy achy up off her stool: she's shabby goods. Brook quickly upon her - pushing out the jab to make early contact, then stepping in to curl the short-hook to jug, forcing Pinder backwards. Ropes: Lucy mouthbreathing, haggard: she's crossing her arms, starting to collapse psychologically. Robust beating dished out: Kelly in strong, wide stance - palming Lucy's shoulders to brace her, then plowing at her jugs, shoulders, and head. It's all too much: bludgeoning, systematic punishment beats Lucy into trembling stupor. She's slumped helplessly in the ropes, wrists crossed at her throbbing breasts as Kelly's fists bounce and spank off conquered British flesh. Ref pushes his way in, cradling a swooning Pinder to safety: TKO6 Kelly B in heartpounding fashion.

After: Smiling victory strut for Kelly: she's resplendent, every inch the queen in first withstanding Lucy's might, then rolling her up on all fronts. Attendants bring Brook a floor length mink coat to go over her bikini: she dons it, then flips her hair out from underneath, to cascade down her back in rich brown tangles.

Pinder sniveling when Kelly comes for her: Brook's right hand roughly taking Lucy by the back of her neck to walk her from the ring, towards exit.

Attendants moving in orderly sequence, loading Lucy's luggage into a nearby limo: Kelly pushes Lucy through the sliding doors out into the frigid air. Walking Pinder across the small driveway, Brook hurls Lucy to her knees in a snow drift, seething as poor Lucy screams at the cold.

Pinder: bare except for her retro bikini; sobbing; hugging herself against the cold as she shifts to sit against the snow bank. Kelly parts her coat in invitation: "Take it or leave it Lucy. It's warm in here, and nowhere else."

"NEVER!" cries Lucy, shuddering, her breath puffing out in white clouds. She draws her knees up against her arms, trembling, blubbering. Behind Kelly, at a respectful distance, tittering and amused Hotel guests congregate, watching Lucy's breakdown.

Finally it's too much - teeth chattering, Lucy finally pushes herself up, rushing to Kelly as a smiling Brook opens her coat. Pinder squirms close, chased in by the cold: Kelly envelopes her, tucks her face down into heaving jug, securing her. Lucy snuggled up tight, reaches to hug up behind Kelly's back, the arms covered by the long mink coat. Kelly sways on the spot, staring off into the flat grey horizon, letting her jugs and brawny arms do the work on Lucy.

Eventually, Pinder's legs sag: she's giving way. Kelly leans forward, allowing Lucy to spill back onto the snow bank again. Lucy reclines, eyelashes fluttering, cheeks damp. She's out - deep in jug-shock - but the cold quickly brings her round. Groaning, Lucy sits up, hugging herself, starting to snivel as once again, grinning Kelly stands waiting.

After the third smothering, Lucy's slow to come around. Still bitten by the cold, but so spent that further coaxing is needed to bring her around. Kelly supplies the coaxing, massaging snow into her rival's breasts, bringing Lucy abruptly back with a sob. Once again, Kelly's the only source of warmth, and doom.

Eventually - when snow packed into her trunks and massaged into slush against her breasts fails to fully revive Lucy, Kelly's had enough. She stands, waves the limo on over, then walks away, leaving a used-up Lucy to the attendants.