BELLY DANCER BOUT

Posted by Simguy on 5/28/2004, 7:04 am.

Before: Small venue affair with a “Where Are They Now” flavour—former highly touted op stars scrapping for short money, walk-in crowds. Stevens more accepting of her fate—she’s not championship material, she’s been worked over by the best, but she’s a cute little money maker who fights in other girls’ barns with no qualms. Different story Shakira—she’s still thinking of herself as world class, still bitter about the shabby abandonment by BSE—Colombian definitely has a chip on her shoulder. Fought in a small ballroom at the Aladdin Hotel Vegas—belly dancer garb both girls—pink with silver filigree Shakira, baby blue and silver Rachel.

During R1: Curvy pugs step to midring, chests out, chins up—zesty two way slugging with nary a thought to defence. Both twisting on hips, but Rachel shorter with her punches—all legs and shoulders—her fists pound off Shakira’s face, beating Latina to punches and SHAK GOES DOWN! Shakira bounced off her backside—yelp of pleasure from Stevens as she hops to a neutral corner, tanned thighs and knees glimpsed through slit skits, Latina takes a blubbery 8. ON COMES RACHEL! Stevens running across the ring, body-splashing Shak into the ropes—Brit comes punching. Stevens hunched over, dukes waist level—she’s just swiveling on her hips, twisting side to side, and pulling robust wallops into sniveling Shak. Stevens BEAMING ear to ear, letting her hands go, smashing away at Shakira’s shoulders, chest, tummy and skull—poor Colombian buffeted against the ropes, trying to cover up but getting clouted out of her stance. Steven s stays on bell to bell—palming and bumping up to reset herself, never letting Shak catch her breath. Stevens a happy little harem girl back to her corner—Shakira screaming in Spanish at her newly acquired corner at one point stamping her feet in tantrum as she sits on her stool.

R2: Rachel very aggressive—wading into Shakira with healthy lefts and rights, Stevens not jabbing, but her delivery’s very compact—tightly turned lefts and rights, no backswing, good torso movement as she bends side to side and hammers way, Shakira hands at tummy, staring into punishment—she’s belted straight back into the ropes, only covering up when her back hits the strands, Rachel feeding off her foe’s  confusion and hurt—tidy thumping side to side wallop chugging lefts and rights up into the belly and its; shoulder bumping and pushing to set up clubbing hooks and overhand rights against Shakira’s skull, Colombian beaten soundly bell to bell once again, but taking the punches better. Still—Shak completely ineffective, crossing her arms, getting bullied and not punching back.

R3: Shak sorts out with a stubby jab—Colombian flat footed, right in front of Stevens, but beating her to the mark with stick. Shak bending at the waist, moving her head for the first time—Stevens starts to miss and Shakira’s getting the better of it. Shak timing punches out of her bob—tidy straight rights on the mouth, clipping hooks up top, wrenching hooks in the flank and waist—slowly but surely Shak’s taking the momentum away from Rachel, Rounds finishes up with Steven’s tanned back against the ropes—both girls snuggling in close, working with short-arm swatting hooks. Shakira getting much the better fit—really gouging at Rachel’s belly—taut, slightly pudgy meat quivering upon spanking impact. Shakira hooting and chesting up at the bell: Rachel discouraged at the Colombian’s strong comeback.

R4: Shak using the jab to set the table—just a spitting, stubby little thing off her hip as she bobs at the waist—beating Rachel to the punch, making her wait her turn. Midring, Shak mixing in the straight right hand, crisp hooks—good snapping punches Rachel can’t abide—Stevens forced to the ropes once again. Shakira stepping-with, keeping her left shoulder in Rachel’s chest—Colombian really pressing the pace now—digging out that tummy with compact cuffing action, nudging Rachel back, scoring to the face a tight chopping right at close range. Stevens not answering back—she’s getting caught flush to the head and rocked to the stomach—Shak able to freeze Stevens for moments at a time with gut-shocking hooks—poor Rachel all stiff and constipated looking as her butt rides ropes, Steady accumulation of hurt—Shak tearing up that midsection, pounding away to the temples—it’s all too much. Rachel finally breaks, wobbles, slides to her left then drops to all fours—she’s a well used beauty, giving it up like a ham and egg pro who knows she’s done all she’s going to do tonight. KO4 Shakira.

After: Rachel thoroughly beaten, but cleanly able to go on—Stevens simply doesn’t have the heart and drive of an A list small girl at this point. Shakira showing those qualities tough—coming off the canvas, suffering mightily at Stevens’ hands, but battling back—little Colombian refusing to be written off despite her lack of promotional clout. Exuberant Shak treating herself at Rachel’s expense: Colombian strutting to the Stevens corner, Shak undulating her torso, lifting her hands above her head to snap her fingers and gesticulate her wrists; Stevens non-plussed at the belly dance, sitting there, taking it with pursed-lipped chagrin—quitting seemed like a good idea until now.

Reposted by Archer 1/16/10.