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30 Sept 2005 Laetitia Casta vs Katherine Heigl

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Part I

Posted by simguy on 9/30/2005, 7:04 am

Before: Heigl sashaying into prefight, full-to-bursting with Krusher swagger after hammering highly touted Cat Bell. "I'm pounding my way through all the flagship lightweights," gloats big blonde. "Casta must fall - she's the shabbiest name out there. One hit - that's all this will take. I'm going chin on 'Tish and there's not a damn thing she can do about it!"

Casta coming in the beefiest she's ever been in an attempt to match pounds with naturally bigger Heigl: French vixen looking to meet this buxom challenge head on. "There will be no retreat in this fight," Casta promises the press. "I will stack Katherine up and pummel her without mercy. I will punch and punch - no let up. I will not stop until she lies flat and broken at my feet!"

There it is then - both girls long on will, short on strategy in what promises to be a brutal, shortlived slugfest.

Katherine in crimson lace push up, beige crochet bikini bottoms, slick top knot ponytail. Casta in elegant highlighted curls, lavendar stretch-lace cropped cami top, low-rise boy cut panties.

Casta leaning in to air-kiss either American cheek - breathing the words "Fat...Pig" as she does so, smiling demurely as she steps back.

During R1: 'Tish holding her left at her thigh, hopping in and POUNDING Heigl square to jug a swinging, short right! Heigl on her heels - 'Tish hops in and slugs her another brazen right and ANOTHER! Kat buffetted to ropes, scowling as La'Tish steps in, still with the low left, jamming the right hand overtop to jaw. Another romping right to bra and Heigl finally starts slugging back, cheeks crimson with embarrassment as Casta's brazen romp. They're in there shrugging, they're in there slugging - muscling short, swabbing punches against one another's piled-high racks. Breath panting out through pursed lips as both girls score lustily - no backswings as beauties just turn shoulders to jam mitt deep to jug. Even two way belting after Kat gets her bearings, but she can't brawl her way off the ropes - Casta able to maintain good position, pinning her foe down just a few feet away from the Krusher corner. Bell - Casta with a late, cheap right hand fat to rack: Heigl screaming at the ref, hands rigid at her sides as she lets the man have it.

R2: More hard-slugging 'Tish. Heigl not getting off her stool quickly - Casta on her before she's ready - hard French punching puts American back against ropes once again. Casta pressing in, reaching her arms under Katherine's to chest up, then helping herself to great slopping mittfuls of jug - Heigl hard-pressed to rack tonight, gritting her teeth, trying to get her weight forward so she can compete. Casta jamming away tidy - swishing her shoulders side to side to scrub, then working out of alternating wraps. She'll use her left arm to tie up Kat's right, plugging away righty to Kat's bulging hooters, then switch up to trap right, pump away lefty. Midway through, Heigl's legs give a shimmy - she's HURT! Crowd squealing in anticipation as Kat slumps to a seat in the ropes - she's disoriented and groggy as CASTA ROMPS TO JUG! 'Tish squaring away, hup-hup-hupping left and right uppercuts short n' brutal to jug - poor Heigl's SOBBING in anguish. Final minute clinching from a desperate Kat saves Krusher backside - Heigl floundering to the bell as a hungry 'Tish Casta squirms to get an extra mitt on mound by the bell.

R3: Crazy, mindless, two way slobberknocking. Both beauties snarling, left hands dangling useless at sides - girls leaning in to pull clobbering right hands fat n' loud on rack! Splattering, hamhanded wallop dished and received - girls staggering, regrouping, hopping back in thick and CASTA GOES DOWN! 'Tish shaken up in thudding exchanges, wobbles hurt to her knees and HEIGL'S POUNDING AWAY! Enraged Kat stooped over, swinging at Casta's shiny hips and helpless back - poor 'Tish crying out, facing out between Heigl's knees until ref bundles rampaging Krusher back. Swaying 8 Casta, Kathy wades in to finish and SENSELESS BRUTALITY ERUPTS! 'Tish gambling recklessly, slugging lefts and rights off her hips Omar Sheika style - elbows in as she generates surprising torque on side to side shellack. Heigl momentarily overwhelmed, then timing beefy right hands in between Casta's licks to shake Laetitia's upperchest. Big, booming blows to torso drive Casta back to ropes - she's staring into punishment at the bell as Heigl heaves home righty until ref moves in.

R4: TISH! Casta sucking it up, answering Katherine's heat, and answering, with VIGOUR! Hop-step in, left hand down, robust lead right hand shellack - Laetitia putting her whole body into the short-jamming haymakers - PANCAKING Heigl's heroic rack and putting her heelwise yet again. Kathy shellshocked - didn't expect to be bumped backwards by Casta's slugging, but La'Tish able to wade forward against the bigger beauty. Casta swinging away wide, but elbows in - tight-swinging torque beats Heigl to ropes, forces her to cover up. CASTA ROMPS TO RACK! 'Tish 100% committed to subjugating Heigl's hulking jugs - French vixen squaring away on wide-spread pins, bending her knees, rotating her shoulders and HEAVING up into the offending bra, both dukes! KATHY'S CRYING! Heigl spluttering in agony, reaching to clinch - 'Tish Casta has Kathy's knees a-knockin' from sheer rack abuse! Ref separating beauties - Laetitia fiery-eyed, wiping eager lips with her forearm, then wading in - she's not giving Kat Heigl one extra second to catch her breath. TORRID jug-mugging - relentless, brutal, chugging digs up in there - Kathy's curvy legs hold her up but she is QUAKING at the bell! Break: Koncerned Krusher trainer asks Heigl for more jabs, more right hands to Casta's questionable chin - but Kathy won't have it, spitting back: "Screw that! I'm taking jug! Every last bit of it!"

R5: Girls slosh stupidly into one another's arms - bruising, heavy-handed brawling taking it's toll on both battlers. Fight staggers around the ring, into and along the ropes - both girls struggling to push at each other, forearming each other across the face, tousle-rubbing, and shoulder bumping in there. Heigl finally pushing 'Tish to ropes and muscling her down the stretch - Kathy able to crowd in close, crouch, and lift rich, thick right hands into Casta's trembling cami. LAETITIA'S HURT! Sob of outrage blurts past Casta's quivering lips - she reaches to clinch and HEIGL WON'T HAVE IT! Kathy greedily paying back Tish for every ounce of jug French girl's reaped: blonde shrugging, keeping it tidy, just a-pounding away in there! Bell: Casta's knees buckling, mouth open, eyelashes fluttering - ref pulls snarling Kat Heigl off before she can finish the job proper.

CONCLUSION

Posted by simguy on 9/30/2005, 7:05 am, in reply to "Laetitia Casta vs Katherine Heigl"

R6: Ramshackle beauties swaying up off respective stools - both mouthbreathing now, both walking on their heels - they fall into each other's arms and stagger into ropes in a mindless effort to oppress the other's body. Casta emerges dominant - first riding her left in behind Kat's head to hold her steady for romping right hands up underneath. French lass tugging and plugging, pulling Heigl in a counterclockwise reel while jamming away at her rack - ref's break reveals Katherine's cheek glossy with tears, eyes blazing with resentment. Casta jumps in that sneaky lead right hand while dangling the left, looping it to chin - Heigl's stout legs soak it up, but she's toppled back into the ropes and vulnerable again to Casta's crowding. 'Tish holding and hitting again - trapping either of Heigl's arms to plug away with the free mitt - bodying up close to stuff those punches in. Heigl's heavy sacks drooping - OH the pounding they've suffered tonight. Bell: Casta lascivious, hanging around behind the ref and leering at poor Katherine's hurt - Krusher swagger no longer evident as Heigl swoons to her stool.

R7: Kathy sucks it up, wades into Laetitia with renewed vigour. French vixen clearly shaken - she'd expected to mop Heigl up this round and instead finds an American fighter drawing on unsuspected reserves. Hard Heigl punches bash against Casta's shoulders and jugs, buffetting French beauty step by step to ropes: Kathy steppin' and sluggin', turning her shoulders into short, side to side blockbusters. Ropes: Heigl banging away three successive hooks breaks down Casta's rightside defence and scores heavily to jaw - there go French legs. 'Tish swooning, reaching to clinch and HEIGL ROMPS TO JUG! Kathy forsaking chin to gobble up even more jug - both girls mindless in their pursuit of breastmeat tonight to the astonished delirium of fans. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Heigl fists smash against Casta's pink and throbbing kegs, upperchest - Kat just leaning side to side, hauling home her hardest wallops and CASTA GOES DOWN! 'Tish badly dazed, wilting in stages to her knees - smarter than usual ref dives in before Kat can pile onto her downed foe's back. Tish up at 8: eyes foggy, lips parted - she sits in the ropes openly blubbering, covering up as Heigl wades in. Katherine's teeth bared - she squares up, left hand riding behind Casta's head, right arm swinging away LUSTY - great shattering spanks detonating off Laetitia's left flank. Casta shaken, battered and rattled, but she holds - trembling and sobbing she lolls against ropes as drained Heigl is bodied back by the ref.

R8: Heigl plods in: Casta sinks to ropes, sets up glum for the onslaught. Katherine storms the gates, but she's clearly arm-weary - dominating the round with clubbing strokes, but Casta's legs firming up under the barrage. 'Tish not answering back, just crouching forward, leaning into Kathy's strokes, slipping 'em, riding 'em out. Heigl thick up underneath - juicy left uppercuts or stuffing rights seeking out and flattening French rack - but punches are fewer in number - Kat resting more on Laetitia, slowing. Bell sees the girls struggling in one another's arms, drenched in one another's sweat.

R9: Girls get helpful boosts up under the armpits to launch them off stools - ramshackle beauties totter into one another to continue the mindless brawl. They fall in mouth on shoulder, eyes fluttering shut: no need to keep them open on the inside as girls struggle to shoulder the opponent into a vulnerable position. Both work out of the wrap at points, stuffing away righty to jug, bodying the opponent to ropes. Impossible to score round - both girls ravaging each other to jug, sending each other back to respective corners with fresh, bitter tears.

R10: Heigl with the early advantage, pressing Tish to ropes, getting her head under Laetitia's chin and bumping her jugs flat with a series of kneading lefts and rights - but Heigl's tired. Kat mouthbreathing, finally reaches in to clinch: Casta tieing up behind the elbows, skillfully levers Kat's back to ropes, reversing positions and CASTA ROMPS TO JUG! Heigl shouting in disbelief, shock: she can NOT believe Laetitia still has the wherewithall to dredge up jug like this. Kathy reaching to clinch out wide, but Laetitia won't have it: French beauty keeping her elbows in, shots short - she's just hup-hup-hupping away, buffetting Kathy senseless and HEIGL SITS HURT IN THE STRANDS! Crowd on it's feet - they sense KO and Casta POURS it to Katherine's heaving breasts! Casta setting herself, reefing multiple left hooks, bunching up the beef! Casta shifting her feet, palming Katherine's shoulders, then reefing in multiple right hands! 'Tish leaning in close, jamming away righty - Kathy's head lolling in sympathy to the drubbing, eyelashes fluttering, breath beaten from her body in wet little chuffs. DING! DING! DING! Bell sounds to end the mauling and CASTA'S PILING ON! 'Tish oblivious, leaning in there close with her left hand on Kat's shoulder to stabilize her - right hands just shoving in mercilessly to those helpless mounds - ref has to pull seething French vixen off her prey. Comes back Tractorpull Special: DRAW!

After: CAN'T BE! But it is - girls use up every last bit of hatred in their hearts and fight each other to a standstill on the cards. Casta weeping bitterly at the announcement: all she remembers is Heigl drifting out on her feet in the final moments, proving Laetitia the better woman. Heigl similarly outraged, groggily protesting: all she recalls is battering Tish to her knees twice. Truth is, both women absorbed HELLISH punishment and refused to submit - both took and took jug with insatiable appetites - Casta effectively distracting Heigl from doing much chin punching at all in this wildly indulgent slugfest. There HAS to be a rematch, but will respective managements risk valuable properties in another such destructive brawl?