Posted by simguy on 4/26/2007

Before: Three times the girls have had breasts weighed by the special scale-attachment designed for that purpose - three times Kelly Brook has been proven the more massive: Laetitia petulantly orders a fourth trial, Brook's hearty laughter scalding the French vixen from across the room. Yes, the weeks leading up to the fight have been that petty and mean between these two. "I just love battering Laetitia Casta," Kelly tells reporters in prefight. "She's such a frump - so utterly outclassed and outjugged by me - and yet she's convinced that somehow, someway - the whole world is wrong and that she really is better than me. I'm sorry to spoil the ending - but yes, I'm going to pummel Casta senseless yet again. And yet, I never get tired of it!" Casta fuming, wriggling in her seat - attitude from Kelly Brook of all people! It's unspeakable. "I am committed to body punching," Laetitia declares, answering critics who questioned the strategy following the Theron loss. "Kelly Brook will not stand it - she cannot. Her insults to me are intolerable - this...this...British Hag has no right to talk to Laetitia Casta this way." Casta in leopard print bikini (underwire bra-style top), black gloves. Kelly looking very fit, dropping that extra welter-weight nicely - white bikini with ring connections; white gloves.

During R1: Stalking, flat-footed posing - both girls very choosy with punches in a feeling out first. Kelly not really jabbing - just extending the left, feeling for Laetitia, trying to measure her for jolting right hands off the shoulder. Casta in wide stance, weight on right foot - left hand extended and tracing ovals in the air - she's quick-dabbing with it, cuffing Kelly whenever Brook inches into range. Tense despite lack of clean connects - girls standing at long distance, gauging each other. Down the stretch, Brook gambles on a whistling right - misses it all juggy-jiggle - as she's pulling back to rebalance, Casta clouts her a willowy hook across the chops. Brook startled, steps in a fence post hole - a little funky chicken, then KELLY GOES DOWN as Laetitia's pouncing to pile on. Casta shouting "OUI!" - Brook spluttering, punching canvas while she's on all fours, rising at the bell.

R2: Kelly forced to press - wants that knockdown back - leads to much hotter exchanges as battle is joined in earnest. Casta spreading Kelly out with that wide stance/weight on right foot look - Brook coming up a little short on her jab, misjudging distance and eating Casta right hands as girls close. Inside - Laetitia going very heavily to Kelly's breasts, ribcage and waistline - fat strapping right hands laid in thick; succulent hooks licking up and across. Brook gasping, feeling Casta's commitment down there - British girl grimly giving ground to determined French advances. Down the stretch, girls trade tight hooks to chins - Casta upright and startled - Kelly leans in that fearsome right hand bingo onna chin - CASTA'S ON HER BACKSIDE! Laetitia sputtering backwards a few steps before plopping down (jugs slamming violently up and down as she scoots to a stop) - she's very disoriented - very tentative getting to her feet. Kelly brightening, smacking mitts together: when Laetitia's hurt, Kelly's happy.

R3: Very methodical approaches - the flat footed stances, the extended left hands - then it's in, and working hard as girls get to grunting. Crowd groaning in sympathy as Casta lands fat, fat right hands sidearm to Brook's torso, then carves in the hook. Laetitia very sound on her feet here - twisting hips and torso into lashing whacks - just beating the stuffing out of Kelly. Brook frowning, refusing to believe - feeling Casta's body blows prompts Kelly to dish it back in kind. Thick, tasty shellacking going on - walloping blows given and taken in turns - girls just tilting forward behind their mitts, sweeping in underneath. Thudding, workmanlike pace - these aren't flyweight hup-hup flurries - these are big, strapping hacks designed to make girls quit on their stools. Late the round, all the torso-whack has Kelly's legs on the verge - she suddenly reels away, face stricken. Deep breath Casta as she straightens to walk Kelly down - French lass leans in another robust right to the flank, nearly taking Kelly in the back as Brook's turning away from the punch.

R4: Kelly very discouraged, but adjusting well - she's stepping/pivoting now, using her long legs and showing that stiff British jab of hers. Casta catching poke and rebuked - French vixen eases out of range, bobbing and weaving, forced to stalk with more caution. Brook managing distance well to the midway point, but Laetitia diligently cutting off the ring - latter half the round fought at increasingly close quarters as Casta lands a series of belting, sidearm right hands to Kelly's bruised torso. Brook crying out, offering the fight's first clinches. Close round, but Laetitia looks the stronger girl down the stretch.

R5: Kelly stamping out the jab, dropping right hands with bad intentions: Casta showing a supple upper body, bending low to get under Kelly's work, then hopping in close to crowd her. Most exchanges fought on Laetitia's terms (girls leaning in head to head, or mouth on shoulder) - both women lashing heavy, swinging strokes underneath CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! Kelly firming, doing better - Casta grunting and suffering in kind as Brook refuses to be bullied. Both women targeting offending racks in an attempt to break the stalemate - Casta getting wonderful clout on Kelly's jugs via a tight, doubled-up hook TUP! TUP!

R6: Steady, stroking brawling continues - Laetitia coming forward for the most part - but Kelly finding better angles for her right hand by dropping her right foot back and catching 'Tish on the way in. Middle minute sees clear signs of Casta gently breaking down: French buttocks are wobbling; punch output dropping; Casta just tumbling forward unproductively, trying to get her feet under her. Kelly showing class - jabbing Casta, stepping right, dropping rights. Brook also carving hooks to Casta's Corsican midriff off the front foot - lusty licks, bunching Laetitia up. Down the stretch, innocent looking one-two jams in between Laetitia's mitts - she's stunned, frozen on the spot: Kelly quickly shifts weight, jerks a left uppercut off the left (front) foot, neatly taking Casta on her chin. Laetitia's eyes SO bleak - just staring how-could-you at Kelly - then CASTA GOES DOWN! Slow mo knockdown - Casta sort of relaxing woozy to one knee. Brook delighted, lifts mitts and walks into Casta, pressing smug thighs against Laetitia until 'Tish shoves hated British girl off.

R7: Trudging battle of attrition emerging - both girls shopworn, partially broken down at this point. Kelly comes forward in spots, driving through with her right hand to Laetitia's jaw, walking her back, hooking at her tummy. Casta lavishing punishment on Kelly's buxom torso - pounding it, lashing it, strapping it - just big, beefy, succulent whacks with venomous leverage on every stroke. Both women repeatedly wobbled and shook. Both very expressive when hurt - the batting eyelashes, the parted lips - clear invitations for the other to redouble her efforts. Cuffing hook of Kelly's paunch late doubles her up - she backs butt first into ropes, choking back tears. Casta wades in, gently riding her left hand behind Kelly's head while plowing her brutal right hands in the body. Bell: Laetitia still slammin' - Kelly bawling out loud to quicken the ref.

R8: Kelly's hurt bad in her body: Casta sees it, goes after it. Slow, agonizing retreat for Brook - she's cringing, eyes wincing - extending her mitts to push at Casta's head and shoulders, trying to shunt her off course. Laetitia's confidence rising - she's weathered several Brook right hands, can sense the sting is coming off them - French vixen more and more prepared to attack right up the middle. Casta's pace very good for her - sustainable, thudding pressure - never frenzied or hurried: she's making each punch count in Kelly's midsection and torso. Brook weeping after the midway point, now backpedaling in awkward fashion - Casta forced to hop at Kelly to stay in range. 'Tish taking Kelly to ropes late, plastering her waistline a rich series of wide-slashing rights and lefts: Brook's crippled, sobbing out in pain. CASTA WANTS JUGG! Laetitia's broken Kelly's spirit - everyone in the arena knows it - Casta's goes for it all against Brook's bulging rack. 'Tish laying it on thick - tipping side to side to slosh home fat leather - big greasy swings from her hips curving in to take Kelly heavily on her breasts and THE REF STEPS IN! Goodnight Kelly Brook - Laetitia gets it done TKO8!

After: Casta bellowing in Brook's weepy face before ref pushes his way in - Laetitia strutting away hands high - camera zooms in to capture the rigid thrust of her nipples against the soft fabric of her bikini top. Sweet vindication for proud French vixen - Casta's jugs KO Kelly's jugs in another brutal war of attrition for Laetitia. Poor Brook blubbering, shuddering on her stool - CASTA'S HURTLING IN! Sudden chaos as Laetitia bursts in past Brook's attendants, jumping Kelly awkwardly on her stool - both girls crash to canvas, writhing and scrambling.

Kelly on her back, lifts her feet, bicycle-kicking furiously into Laetitia's left side ribs and haunch, pushing Casta away - British girl twists onto her stomach, panting, rising to all fours: Laetitia pounces on Brook's shiny white back. Kelly whimpering, struggling up onto her her knees - Casta with a snug gut-wrench in around British belly from behind - Brook reaches into ropes, hanging on for dear life as Casta tries to tug her backwards.

Casta nuzzling in, cinching and recinching her gut wrench, finally pulls Kelly off the ropes, twists her, gets her tummy-down against canvas again - 'Tish quickly scrambling to straddle-mount Kelly's back, snaking arms around Brook's throat in a sleeper choke. Brook crying, panicked, wriggles onto her right side, then to her back - Laetitia careful not to get rolled-over, stays on top as Kel shifts herself underneath. That saves Brook from the choke, but now she's face-first against Laetitia's breasts: right where Casta wanted her.

'Tish curling her legs up underneath her - she's crouching close on her haunches, keeping her weight on Kelly's torso - Brook's long, powerful legs lashing and writhing impotently on the canvas. Laetitia patient, settling in for the long haul, controlling her foe, forcing Kelly to take weight: Brook spending up last of her reserves in fighting her way out of one smother after another. Tough to watch for Kelly's fans - she's helpless, but defiant and struggling - she's getting one arm or the other up into Casta's reverse-sleeper, twisting to one side or the other to foil French jugs - but then Kelly's at risk of being choked, has to return to her back to avoid THAT fate. Exquisite soundtrack in the making - Kelly gasping, panting, whimpering with exertion and creeping fatigue - she's giving up too much here, emoting in a way that Laetitia will never let Brook forget. Casta PURRING in there - she's got irrevocable control - Kelly can't buck or wriggle her way into the clear - French vixen just tightening the noose, tightening it, letting her tummy, jugs, shoulders and arms slowly choke off Brook's options.

Kelly's movements grow sluggish - exhaustion setting in: feet pushing sadly at canvas. Brook on her back, no longer able to fight off the smothers - her arms reach up under Casta's to grip at Casta's back, or pull at her hair. Laetitia snuggling up, soaking up the last of Brook. With Kelly shuddering beneath her - Casta extends her legs out to either side, digging into canvas with her toes, exerting maximum downward press onto Brook's face. That's it: Kelly's arms relax out to either side; legs stop moving - she's out. Tish grinning happily at Kelly's complete capitulation.

Casta relaxes, still holding Kelly's head in the crook of her arms: Brook's face clammy, her hair streaked across closed eyes, open mouth. Casta noses at the hair above Kelly's right ear, nuzzling in cheek to cheek - 'Tish cooing and whispering girl-to-girl to her unconscious foe as officials move in to break this thing up.