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26 January 2008 Title Ch Stacy Keibler vs Angie Everhart

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 11 months ago

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Posted by Simguy on 1/26/2008, 9:57 am.

 

Before: “I never got my due,” says a rueful Angie E at the podium. “I knocked out Ali Landry—knocked her the frick out—and I never got a title shot. It’s been a long time coming, but one of these bimbos finally made a mistake, and here I am. Can’t wait to bring doomsday to Stacy’s doorstep!” Keibler glowing like a champion—very regal these days as one of boxing’s longest-reigning queens. “I want to put my stamp on the division,” Stacy proclaims in prefight. “I want to get out there and make sure I’m fighting everyone fit to fight—and that certainly means Angie. She’s right—she beat Ali just like I did, and she’s been ducked long enough. I’ll stop her, stretch her, and come out of this fight even more dominant than when I went in!”

 

Keebs in sporty red two piece with white belted bottoms; white gloves. Anie in sporty midnight blue two piece baby blue belted bottoms; white gloves.

 

During R1: red head stuns blonde with a crisp right cross over Stacy’s extended left: Keibler’s head tossing prettily o the right as her knees bend-and-straighten. Follow up sees Angie vat away to flanks and smite a particularly meanspirited hook to Stacy’s ribs as Keibler’s stumbling to the right: Stacy gasping, staggers to ropes I trouble. Angie beaming , rushes in: Keibler able to trigger a desperation right hand, bending in and labeling Angie to chin to put Everhart wobbly butt. Long ladies settle down into flat footed gun-platform stances—both looking a little frazzled. Wide stances—girls jabbing heavily at each other’s faces and chests, looking to turn on right hands with mixed success.

 

R2: Stacy using her legs,. Stepping in, out and around to the left, while teasing Angie jabs. Everhart scowling, flat footed—she’s parrying Keibler work, keeping her dukes up, looking to line blondie up for more heat. Stacy spotting poke from tummy to forehead, constantly keeping Angie on the defensive—no damage done but blonde circles, chips away for points in a rangy second.

 

R3: Angie lands the stout right cross again, timing it over Stacy’s left: Keibler’s head tosses right, lips pursed, eyes frowned shut as she’s put wobbly butt again. Keebs hurt—extends hands to Angie’s arms to push her off: Everhart slugging past it. Clobbers Keibler upside the head to buffet her around the ring. Angie pursues with vigour,. But smart this time—jabbing to Stacy’s body, then coming over the top that right cross: Stacy’s face pasted again and again as she wanders to her right. Good thumping beat down administered in the Keibler corner as Angie squares away, extends hands to shove Stacy in her shoulders, keeping her pinned down on turnbuckles and belting her workmanlike lefts and rights, Keebs keeping dukes up, tipping and dipping side to side—does a nice job of defending of the worst of it.

 

R4: Keibler flurrying, then loping away—she’s spitting multiple little pesky jabs, railing in the right, clawing back the left in rangy fashion. Angie lifting her arms to ward this stuff off, gives up her tummy to the odd lancing right hand when Stacy drives in and down. Everhart trudging forward, getting her face tic-tocked as Keibler’s gangly combination start to land—Stacy baring her teeth, being very busy and feisty here. Down the stretch, Everhart frustrated—tired of being touched—she charges in, takes a shearing right to her chin as Stacy bends in and down, shocking redhead to her toes. Everhart stumbling past Stacy face-first to ropes—eyes shiny, mouth open and slack: HERE COMES STACY! Keibler pouncing-to, galloping amidships with long arms a-lappin’, staring, knees locking, torso sloshing to port as her hands drop. Keibler eyes wide as she brushes a left uppercut across Everhart’s sleepy face—just misses a swinging right as ANGIE GIES DOWN! redhead crashing to left side, rolling her back, hands up above her head, right knee up: she’s panting, trying to fight it off, but it’s NO GO! KO$E in spectacular fashion—leggy Stacy K!

 

After: Squeal of delight from Stacy—she yanks off her gloves, stops to grip Angie by her wrists and bodily drags the redhead away from those pesky ropes. Long blonde flops down, wriggling across heaving redhead chest: Stacy secures crossbody with her bronzed legs scissoring up Angie’s left arm; her hands gripping Angie’s right wrist. Stacy’s full buttocks jostling gently at times, then suddenly quivering when she tightens grip—almost as though the buns are ringing. Poor groggy Angie squirming, feet pushing at canvas, tummy gulping—her head threshes side to side, then back as she straaaaains to bridge Keibler off, but blonde’s all locked in. Stacy loving it, head nodding triumphantly, big smile—she rides Angie to exhausted tears before FCBA officials can pry gripping blonde off her prey.

 

Reposted by Archer 4/15/10

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