Posted by simguy on 7/29/2010, 5:49 pm

BEFORE: Special scales employed for this one - body weight base, with an extra vertical extension to measure the jug-weight independently... Tish comes in chubby to weigh-in - Brook comparatively toney: first time in their careers that Casta's jugs weigh in heftier, leaving Brook blushing and huffy. "She must get used to defeat, non?" Casta says all saccharine sweet, lashes batting in prefight. "Especially at the hands - and jugs - of Casta!" Brook visibly distressed, angry at podium: "Laetitia will find to her sorrow that winning on the scales means nothing in the ring. I've beaten her jug weight before and lost: I'd rather batter her in the ring than be the bigger woman beforehand!" Still: Casta 1, Brook 0 in prefight. Tish in candy-cane striped push up bikini top; baby blue bottoms with white polka dots; white gloves; hair long and unruly, but tied back off her face. Brook in scarlet bandeau with asymmetrical skirting; black gloves; hair loose and all a-tangle. Casta pursing lips, raising her eyebrows during ring instructions: it's all Brook can do to stop from clouting her on the cheap.

During R1: Even stalking/pawing/clinching/wrestling... except for one 20 second stretch along the ropes wherein Casta enjoys Brook. Kelly in earmuff, pouting as she lounges ropeside; Tish head down, arms lapping away in big broad strokes, belting the bejesus out of British paunch. Big, plowing strokes the difference in an otherwise murky round.

R2: Kelly slowly imposing will behind her jab - slamming 'em one at a time at Casta's breasts until she covers up earmuff. Brook moves in big-girl: left shoulder in Casta's chest; right hand palming Casta's left hip; left arm looping round Casta's right. Brook managing Tish thus - pumping in short right hands to paunch; leaning in on Casta to walk her round; arching back to fit French jugs for stuffing right uppercuts. Laetitia sullen - sponging it up belly and breasts: she's pushing and wriggling some, but generally bossed about/worked over by UK this round.

R3: Casta landing loud right roundhouse to Brook's hip early; following up with wide right hands up top as Brook covers up to block... Kelly rides it out, circles to her right, starts jabbing Tish into compliance. Heavy shelling soon has Laetitia covering up earmuff - allowing Brook to stand off her bow and pound away. Muscular right hands slant down into Laetitia's midriff; heavy jabs continue to pound at Casta's prepared defences; wide right roundhouses sweep onto jug - smashing those prepared defences aside. Tish distraught, wobbling to her right under the weight of Kelly's heaviest blows, then covering up, allowing Brook to reload/reorganize.

R4: Kelly on top with the jab - she steps in big girl: left shoulder bracing French tits; right hand palming french left hip; left arm riding 'round French right. Kelly stepping Casta to ropes thus - British girl atop French, bumping, controlling, punishing. Kelly's right hand sumptuous, methodical - plowing into French guts, or jamming up into rack. Kelly securing Casta against the ropes by leaning into her with left shoulder and reaching round her right arm with the left: Casta covered up tight, but trapped beneath her tormentress. Job of work for Kelly to slop on thudding leather - working Tisha's body like a curvy blacksmith. Not much back from Casta: she's mouthbreathing, grimacing, looking shabby and hurt through 4.

R5: Kelly marching on Casta with purpose - jabbing her face to get her covered up; stepping into her with controlling hands and shoulder; working her to ropes. Brook processing Casta - staying on her with the left shoulder; plowing right hands to gut; curling the right up to cuff those succulent jugs. Tish just sick about it, but failing to compete: she's slumping on ropes, covering her face and taking it thick from Kelly. Down the stretch, booming right hand to belly sits Casta in ropes with a whine: short right uppercut parts French mitts, spanking Casta's face up off her gloves. Tish seated ropeside, eyelashes fluttering, hands out to either side in a woozy gullwing. Snarling Brook looking to paste on extra when bell sounds, ending her romp.

R6: Brook spends a full minute patiently shelling jabs against Casta's breasts: curvy French woman visibly breaking down, turning dully on the spot as Kelly pivots clockwise. Second minute, Brook confident she has Casta reduced: she bodies up, walks Tish to ropes, pushes her down and gets to work. Thick, pumping rights flat to paunch: curling, cuffing right uppercuts to jug... it's the recipe that's been breaking Casta down all night. Every once in a while, Brook will ticket the inside right uppercut to chin instead, spanking Casta's face back: Tish woozy, head bobbling sadly as she slumps loose in ropes. Kelly feels Tish weakening - redoubles her efforts: left arm firms 'round Casta's back to form a true wrap, slumping her forward for pumping rights! Belly and jugs, belly and jugs - Kelly slopping it big-girl to Tish - Brook breathing hot-and-happy in Casta's groggy face as fists pound home. Nothing back from Tish - she's just sitting slumped in ropes and wrapped, getting plowed... ref steps in to pull Kelly off and hug battered Casta to safety. Tish bawling, cradling her battered breasts as she hugged round her shoulders: TKO6 Kelly Brook.

After: Brook beaming happily - it's one of the most one-sided thrashings she ever given hated Tish Casta. Jeri's girls fill the ring, hugging and congratulating their heroine... suddenly Chabert pipes up with: "Let's to a milk run!"

Jeri's girls clapping as they step into line, marching in unison to woozy, helpless Casta in her corner. Brook helps blubbering Tish up off her stool, holding her by her biceps as Chabert mounts the bottom rope, facing into the ring with her jugs more or less face-height on Tish. Lacey grinning, wrapping her arms round Casta's head as Brook pushes French girl into Chabert's mounds: high fives and happy clapping as Jeri's girls carry on nearby while Chabert's jugs go to work on a big girl. Casta just standing there, nuzzling jug... when she starts to sway on the spot, Chabert releases and hollers: "Next!"

Hewitt moves in beaming, taking up Chabert's perch as Lacey bounces down... Casta revived with some face-slapping from Brook, then pushed into Jen's waiting mounds. Hewitt winds arms round Laetitia's head, holding her snug in reverse sleeper grip: Jen nodding vigorously, smiling broadly as HER jugs do work. Once again, Casta taken to the brink, then released... she's swaying on the spot - her hands pushing on Jen's thighs, face clammy/blank from jug-shock.

Ali next, turning woozy Casta about, smartening her up with a left thigh lifted into French abs... Tish gasping as she backs rump-first into turnbuckles. Landry securing reverse-sleeper - resting her left foot on bottom rope as she pushes her weight onto Casta: Tish pressed against turnbuckles - her hands flat against Ali's humming lats. This time, Casta's trembling thighs finally give way... upon release she slides down Ali's body to all fours - to gales of laughter and mocking Ohs and Aws of sympathy from Jeri's vixens.

Ryan next, popping the buttons on her hot pink blouse to reveal black lace push up. She goes to her knees, reaches in/under to heave Casta to HER knees... French girl's head lolling loose on boneless neck, face all jug-pasted. Jeri grins, hauls her in: secure reverse sleeper as blonde woman slides left arm behind French head; blonde left hand cups right bicep; Jeri's right hand clenches in damp brunette locks. Ryan pumping it to Casta on their knees as villainesses strut about in high celebration... sucks to be an independent fighter on nights like this. Jeri releases, holding Casta upright as Tish slumps forward into crook of Ryan's right arm. Jeri looking up and casually chatting with her girls as though she didn't have a jugged-out French woman in her arm... grinning Kelly B finally moves in to relieve Jeri of her burden.

Casta pushed to her back, helpless and senseless - eyes closed, lips mouthing moist little nothings as her head lolls slowly side to side. Kelly looms above, smoothing hair behind her ears as she looks down, then lowers herself atop Tish to finish her off. Casta's hands push at Kelly's dominant ribcage by reflex, but there's no strength in them... French legs remain outstretched, no longer a factor. Kelly with her arms wound round her prey, pours triumphant British jug to jug-blasted French face - pure overkill as Tish has already had more than her fill.

Swan Lake tape inserted at last: ops-van director fired on the spot for not getting that baby in right at the outset.