Posted by simguy on 9/24/2004

Before: Best chest in Europe bragging rights on the line. Promoters hyping the bout with a special two-tiered weigh-scale: girls stand on the usual scale, with a second scale above to measure the girth of those jugs - talk about Barnum and Bailey. "I've wanted Brook for a long time," admits Laetitia, "but to be honest, she wasn't a seasoned enough pro to really consider. She's done a lot of hard work to make herself presentable to me and I think she's ready. Not to WIN, bien sur, but to compete and create a moment in the ring rather than simply laying back and suffering." Brook acknowledging her underdog status, but confident about her chances. "I think Laetitia is one of the best girls out there, but I match up really well with her. She'll be the favourite until I hurt her, then it's anybody's fight." Interesting stare-down - Casta leaning in to air-kiss both of Kelly's cheeks, but while in close, French beauty whispers "Slut...Tramp..." - 'Tish settling back with a darling little smile, batting her eyelashes all innocent - Brook hot under the collar, glaring. Out of earshot - oblivious announcers cite the moment as a fine example of good sportswomanship! Casta in leopard print underwire bikini, hair up - Brook in electric baby blue bikini, low puncher's ponytail.

During R1: Girls measuring with pawing jabs, shuffling counterclockwise while loading up right hands, weight on back feet. Early trade in overhand rights: Casta's slamming into shoulder, Brook's jamming in under Laetitia's left ear - CASTA STAGGERS AWAY WOBBLY BUTT! Brook stepping-with, clubbing another crude right hand upside the head to scatter Casta sideways to the ropes - French girl lifting her mitts groggily as Brook piles in, carrying a beefy right hand square amidships. Laetitia groaning, pitching forward - Brook wraps up the left across Casta's shoulders, slumping the brunette forward, pumping up with the free right hand - juicy holding and hitting sees tummy and jug RANSACKED! Brook at her slogging best, lips tight as she stays on top of Casta, fitting in thick right hands, occasionally using the right to palm Casta's left shoulder to keep Laetitia open and vulnerable. Laetitia gritting her teeth, trying to reach around Kelly's waist or wriggle in close to smother but it's a bruising Brook first bell to bell. Kelly with the hint of a smile as she glances meaningfully at Casta's throbbing rack: Laetitia returning the gaze with a wounded, vengeful glare.

R2: Flat footed stalking both girls - counterclockwise stepping, pawing left hands fully extended, both want to lean into that go-home right. Cautious, sporadic action - girls launching, falling in, then wrestling for position - fight tumbles into the ropes for referee's breaks and restarts at midring. Casta probably getting the better of the sloppy potshotting action, diving in on Brook's chin, then wrapping her up before meaningful exchange can develop.

R3: Similar stalking, plodding action - both girls relying on sandbagging right hands, measuring and probing with the left to set it up. Not a lot of flush contact - big rights often grazing, shooting over the shoulder and wrapping around the heads. Kel adjusting to roll with Casta's right and answer back with a swinging right to the breadbasket. Single shots only, but Brook landing square and loud, bodying up thereafter and walking Casta into the ropes - girls are fighting like they weigh 200 pounds each - very slow, methodical, heavy handed labor.

R4: Casta up on her toe, showing her versatility. French beauty bopping to her left, dressing Kelly up with jabs - Brook turning, hands at her chest, staring, getting her face spanked back almost at will by a smirking Laetitia. Casta fresh with the punch, spotting it around Kelly's torso and tummy, feinting the right hand to get Kelly flinching, then stepping in strong with the jab. Breezy Casta round until late: Laetitia's jab just misses over Kelly's left shoulder - Brook winds up and plugs a right to ribs underneath, drawing a wince and cringe from Casta. Kel reloading, clubbing the overhand right against Casta's jaw, getting it again as Casta stumble-steps in a little semi-circle to her right, getting it behind the head as Casta staggers away and LAETITIA GOES DOWN! Shock in Casta's eyes - the numbing POWER of Brook's beefy rights! Smoldering satisfaction Brook as she looks down, struts saucy to the neutral corner.

R5,6: Casta all business - making adjustments. Laetitia sliding to her right, away from Brook's right, keeping the jab on Kelly, but bringing the hand back fast to her cheek. Casta unashamed to clinch - doing so after every right hand she throws - diving in to wrap Kel up behind the elbows. Casta going to the body to wick away some of that power - a nice tight right uppercut to the sternum, a short hook of the jab, occasionally doubled up has Brook reaching breathy to clinch. Kelly less effective as Casta beats her to punches, bodies up to walk her around - Laetitia confusing her hulking-jugged opponent, making her move her feet through six.

R7: Casta shooting the jab over Brook's right shoulder to block, then jamming that short right to the jaw while riding the left around Brook's head - this is classic Cat Bell stuff and it's wearing Brook out! Laetitia taking it to Brook smart - punching and clutching her, backing her up. Midway through, Casta walks Brook to the ropes, pumps her a couple of curling right hands on the breadbasket, then steps out with a saucy hook on the chin. Brook rattled, covering up stooping forward - Laetitia arches her back and lifts a perfect right uppercut to the chin...KELLY TAKES A KNEE! Laetitia stepping back delighted as Brook falters - Kelly shaking her head, blinking - now SHE'S been stung. 8 count - Casta moves in hungrily and KELLY WON'T PUNK! Sensational two way brawling as 'Tish squares up expecting to finish and gets nailed a clouting right on the chops instead! Girls reach left hands around one another's necks and start CHUGGING righty underneath. Thick, wet, desperate slugging, bellies, hips and racks - girls suffering in a mutual embrace as the crowd goes wild. Slugging after the bell? You bet - neither beauty releasing until ref tug's 'em clear.

R8: SLUGFEST! Brook walks Laetitia into that murderous right on the jaw, but Casta's taking it better - she wades into Kelly's breadbasket with free swinging lefts and rights - big backswings and once again, beauties lock up behind the head, plugging away righty! Ref in close, but not breaking as both girls are punching - it's blind, mindless brutality. Tangle stumbles into the ropes, girls tugging one another off balance, reversing positions. Right hands thump home, leather on belly, fitting in above the left hip, curling up snug to jug. Upon separation, cheeks of both women tear stained, wounded eyes casting how-could-you glares. Wallop for wallop Brook getting the better of it, as Casta's giving away her skill advantage to mug in there.

R9: SON OF SLUGFEST! Outside, Brook trying to tee off on Casta's chin right hand bombs - Casta blocking the punch with that intercepting jab and running Brook into jamming rights, tying up around the head and Brook soon joins the party. Mindless slogging results as gorgeous bodies are treated very shabbily indeed - girls just pumping away righty, tugging and twisting at one another as fight careens around the ring. Again, Brook seemingly the heftier girl, easing Casta into the ropes more often, loving the brutality just a bit more - Laetitia letting her heart and ego rule her in this fight. Bell ignored - girls holding each other tight, cheeks/ears sealed wet against each other as right hands wreak plunging havoc downstairs. Both crying upon separation, aching chests heaving with hate.

R10: Kelly breaks through with right hands! Casta nailed at midring, steps in a fence post hole, momentarily dazed - Brook palms a stabilizing left to the chest and lays home a stroking right to chops which spins Casta, sends her staggering face first into the ropes! Kelly plunging forward, driving in on Casta before she can turn around - right hand squishing in on kidney cheap, then plugging away as Kel rides her left forearm across Laetitia's throat. Ref's break - Brook pushed back, but seething - she's finally got Casta hurting, not punching back. 'Tish digs in, gloves raised, elbows in - Brook stabilizing with the left, placing thick right hands to body, wedging in on the ear - Casta clinches around the waist and gets the break. That's the rhythm - Brook pushed back, regrouping, wading in - Casta dug in, covered up, soaking up punishment but clinching wisely to run the clock. Kelly breaking in waves on Laetitia but can't find the off-switch - she rides 'Tish hard bell to bell to take the 10th. Comes back UD10 close...KELLY BROOK!

After: Side by side says it all: exultation from Brook as she bellows in triumph; blasted devastation from Casta, pulling at her nose as she stares down at the canvas. Laetitia getting caught up in jug-pride, looking to lay in and mug with Brook - Kelly able to get the better of crude, entertaining action. "I guess that settles Laetitia down," chirps a happy Brook. "We call that lock-up posture 'The Cauldron' in Europe (gestures with left arm as if tying up behind Casta's head to hold her close) and I was surprised she went for it. She definitely tried to match racks with me but that's a non-starter for any woman. Too right - I gave Casta a beating tonight! For the first time in my career, I'm seriously thinking about Jennifer Garner, Jessica Biel, Cat Bell, Charlize Theron. I'm so excited to be in that class! After tonight, I know I can be a champion!"