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(results by simguy; overly described by simgrrl)
Before: Brit babes ringside sullen. The first British Bombshell (Arterton) got stopped by an outsider, and the second so-called ‘British Bombshell’ (Bell) long ago left Merrye Olde for fame and fortune in the "the colonies" (aka USA). There’s no way the ‘real British Bombshells’ are going to back Bell - even against another Yank in Keibler. But unlike actresses, the ‘common folk’ in the crowd don’t care about Bell - but they know and love Keibler from her terrifically popular stint in the WWE. So while Bell is considered "just a tele actress, and not a very good one at that," just about everyone else is hoping to see Bell go down.
Naturally there’s a backstory to this match. Keibler was in the audience for the Theron-Swanepoel exhibition in South Africa several weeks ago where referee Naomi Campbell went out of her way to influence the outcome against Theron. So blatant was Naomi’s cheating that Bell confronted her in the ring - and after Campbell ‘sucker punched’ Bell a melee ensued, With everyone distracted, Keibler climbed into the ring to further abuse Bell. Tonight, Bell gets her ‘get even’ opportunity.
Bell in her blue JAG bikini; Keibler in white lace ‘WWE Bra & Panties’ both with black trainers. Keibler's at the height of her power in the FCBA while the aging ‘Big Cat' has lost a step (or two) to general wear-and-tear, attrition and advancing age; although she’s still a formitable opponent with knockout power. Ladbroke makes Keibler the favourite, on paper, but only by a narrow margin such is the respect for Bell’s long, glorious, sure-to-be-Hall-of-Fame career.
During R1: Early, Keibler playing the crowd; Bell serious as a heart attack. Keibler leggy, dancing, prancing, booty-shaking her way through the first minute, not landing a punch but looking ever so pretty. Bell carefully closing; cutting Keebs angles; herding her girl into a smaller and smaller area. Once they engage, Bell clutching and grabbing; holding and hitting; bogging the stylish blonde down in a mudfight. Late in the round, Keibler with an elbow to the sternum brings a bleat of pain from Bell - and a warning from the ref! Keibler angry, frustrated, and getting nasty but Bell spins her magic web and takes the first round with guile, rather than flashy punching.
R2: Stacy making more of an effort to elude Bell’s groping and grabbing and, for the most part, she succeeds! Stacy using her long legs, goes gazelle on Bell who can’t keep up with the younger, spryer, blonde. Now it’s Bell whose frustrated, unable to get her hands on Keibler; forced to eat jabs, then watch helplessly as Keibler legs away; glancing back over her shoulder; giving Bell nothing but insolent little tosses of her mane. All Keibler’s legs in round two as she puts some miles on Bell’s body too. Closing seconds, Bell mounts a rush, unleashes on Keibler who keeps cool, times Bell’s right, and drops a right of her own on the unbalanced Bell. Brunette’s hurt by a brutal flurry of lefts and rights that drive Bell’s back to the ropes. BRUNETTE GIRL DOWN! Bell dropped on her butt by a sneaky right, looking up sheepishly at Keibler who leans over to yell at the proud brunette, "Get off your ass, old timer!" Bell up at eight, but the round ends before Keibler can take advantage.
R3: Bell’s pride won’t be denied. Bell, brow furrowed, straight at Keibler, throwing combinations; continually wrong footing Keebs who shows her frustration, then falls for a Bell feint and ATTENTION SHOPPERS: BLONDE PICKUP ON AISLE THREE!! Keibler eats a straight right and goes skittering onto her tight backside. She’s up quickly, shaking head at ref; insisting she slipped when everyone saw it for the knockdown it was. Keibler’s legs suddenly don’t obey and Cat gathers her up and heaves her into the ropes. More of the same as round one, Bell getting grabby: holding and hitting; working blond body up and down, keeping Keebs on the ropes. Cat mauling Keibler, fighting off her chest, keeping her left (front) knee wedged between Keibler’s legs, not letting her escape; hooking behind Keibler’s elbow and - whenever she can - Bell turns back the clock to her Theron busting days by scuffing up Stacy’s perky puppies with a vengeance! Bell with the perfect plan to counter Stacy’s many advantages this round.
R4: Flashing back ten years, or more, Cat Bell reprises the tricks she used to keep ‘stylists’ like Theron, Diaz, Ashley Scott, et. al., in check; smothering Keibler with clinches, grabbing, a couple of bearhugs for good measure, then Cat bangs away at Keibler’s long torso with thumping hooks; digging uppercuts and straight rights to the pectoral region. Bell pushing and shoving Keibler to the ropes, leaning on her and digging to the body. Fans murmuring at the lack of ‘entertaining’ action, but wily old vet Bell knows it’s better to win dull than lose exciting and that’s clearly her intent; to bog Keibler down in a war of attrition, saving herself for the late going, then take advantage of any mistake by the younger blonde. Last half of the round, Keibler showing her frustration; barking at the ref on breaks, angrily flipping her long hair, once turning to raise her right glove at Bell with her left hand in the crook of her elbow. Good thing their wearing gloves so Keibler couldn’t extend her middle finger! Ref almost begging Bell to knock off the holding, Cat smiling prettily, nodding, then cuddles back up to Keibler belly to belly, wraps her left about Keeb’s waist and bangs away righty until the exasperated ref breaks them.
R5: Bell surprises Keibler in the opening minute, coming out as before to clinch, then suddenly leaping in ala Lucy Liu, dropping a big right hand over Keibler’s lazy left block. Stacy sprawled on her back, stunned. No question even in Stacy’s mind - this one was a real knockdown. Keibler up showing good order, but clearly shaken, legs wonky. Cat the master of psychological warfare against blondes, her long history of getting in Theron’s head just one example, and Keibler’s head is no different. When Cat can corner her and force her to the ropes, Keibler’s agility, long legs and youth no longer factors. Cat laying her hulking hooters on Keibler’s modest bosom; letting her take the weight in an unspoken indictment; Cat’s full thighs dominating Keeb’s slender, muscular legs; Bell’s slight paunch rubbing Keibler’s flat, hard, abs. Sensual contrast of body styles belays Bell’s near total dominance to this point. Even some of the ‘British Bombshells’ at ringside seen nodding approvingly at the professional way the presumed "over the hill" Bell is making the most of what she has left. Keibler’s frustration near boiling point by the end of the round and she pauses to berate the referee before glumly slapping her bum on her stool where she gets an earful from her seconds. Stacy's definitely losing this fight at the half and punters acute noses catch a whiff of upset in the air.
(Pt 2: too much hate for 1 post)
Posted by simguy on 7/31/2010, 7:38 am, in reply to "Cat Bell vs. Stacy Keibler (pt 1)"
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R6: Cue Keibler comeback? Well, if not a comeback, at least a catching up. Keibler’s handlers seem to have gotten thru to the blonde and she comes out more settled; freshening up a jab that had been, if not invisible, at least in stealth mode the first half of the fight. Now Keibler gets up on her toes, snapping the jab in Bell’s face, pirouetting to her left, pumping the left, not letting Bell get to her body without paying for it! Bell sidestepping to cut the ring, Keibler whirling away, turning her back and jogging to the far side, forcing Bell to chase. Keibler fighting more cerebrally, less emotionally, and it’s working. Bell not as adept moving side to side as straight forward. When Keibler can avoid set piece battles, her advantages really come to the fore; moving gracefully to avoid contact when she wants; long reach touching Bell before she can herself be touched. Late in the round, Bell gives up the chase and reverts to her earlier tactic, laying back on the ropes and daring Keebs to come to her. Stacy doesn’t take the bait, hanging just outside to potshot whatever of Bell’s is easiest to reach - usually her heaving bosom! Keebs not looking for jug, but knows what to do with it when she gets her fists on it! Keibler back to her corner breezy and grinning at the bell; Cat breathing hard, shoulders slumped, as she trudges back to hers. Probably Keebs best round of the fight from a control/dominance standpoint.
R7: Bell rejuvenated! Cat Bell charges out, tackles Keibler about the waist, almost picks her up and jams her back into her corner! Bell banging the body, tearing Keibler up with chugging lefts and rights at close quarters. Ref has his hands full (literally at one point, accidentally grabbing a handful of Bell’s goodies trying to pull her off Keibler) both girls seem to sense this is a key round. Keibler, having broken Bell’s hold on her the previous round, trying to maintain her momentum while Bell trying desperately to reassert her dominance. And it’s Bell who does! Keibler taken off stride right from the bell, never gets into her game as Bell keeps her pinned in one corner or the other, using all her veteran’s tricks from stepping on Keibler’s toes; to ‘accidentally’ tripping her as she tries to move away; grabbing the back of her trunks when they’re clinching; palming up under Stacy’s perky pretties; there’s nothing Bell won’t try. Keibler letting herself be distracted, spends as much time woofing at the ref as at Bell. Cat grinning, seeing she has Keibler off stride and does her best to keep her unsettled. Bell hammers Keebs body, forcing her back to the ropes where Cat goes jug mugging! Happy memories for the old Cat; recalling many fabulous duels with the legendary Theron in which Cat battered the Golden Goddess to defeat simply by pancaking her perky puppies! And it still works today with Keibler - albeit to a lesser degree! Keibler ends up breathless, wincing her way back to her corner for a refreshing ice bath on her battered beauties. Bell, just as breathless, but upbeat, slumps onto her stool. Bell is back and she’s in charge again!
R8: Bell takes a round off, resting up from going ‘all in’ the prior round. Keibler’s youth, conditioning and freshness all factors as once more Stacy is able to circle like a hungry shark, pek-pek-pekking at Bell’s flushed face. Cat’s left eye starting to lump up as Keibler’s definitely developed a welterweight left jab in the last few years and it serves her well this round. Bell never able to get to Keibler’s body as Stacy keeps it rangy, gliding, dancing and spinning around the ring like she was back on DWTS! Cat slowing markedly in her pursuit, heavy breathing and flat-footed when she punches. Keibler able to block most of Cat’s right hands, holding her left high, then snapping a quick jab into Cat’s mug when she throws the right. Stacy dances to an easy round, a winded Bell pursuing doggedly but ineffectively. Stacy scooping up the points like a kid with Halloween candy!
R9: Stacy’s groovin’ and movin’ now! Another dominant round for Keibler. One doesn’t usually see a tall, lean, gangly girl like Keibler showing the sophisticated techniques of a smaller fighter, but she’s one of those boxers whose dance training comes out and she is able to put herself in position much easier than many of the big girls. As Bell’s punch count declines, Keibler actually ups her rate and she out punches Bell almost three to one (according to BBC’s ‘punch stat’ graphic, probably converted from metric, 4:1?) Stacy moving left, jabbing to set up a whistling overhand right; then back right to hook up under Cat’s left, jamming jug with a hoot of pleasure that’s not muffled by her mouthpiece. Cat grimacing, frowning, yet unable to bring Keebs to heel this round. By the bell, Cat’s face is red and puffy from Stacy’s jabbage and Bell’s corner gives her the old, "Yur blowin’ it kid" speech. Keibler’s comeback continues to pick up steam…or is Cat just running out of it?
R10; Stacy finishes strong! Youth will be served…all others take a number. Stacy upbeat and optimistic standing up slapping her gloves waiting for the bell. Cat leaning forward, elbows on knees, chest heaving, ice pack on the back of her neck. She shakes her head at a question from her trainer, who just shrugs and then pats her on the back as the bell sounds. Cat no longer the aggressor, she walks six, eight, feet from her corner along the ropes, then leans back with her gloves earmuffing and waits. Stacy eager, but not stupid, stays at arms length, tap-tap-tap-tapping Bell’s forehead for points. Every so often, Bell sweeps out her right toward Keibler’s tummy, but usually it comes up short; then is answered by a roundhouse left from Stacy that rocks Cat back on the ropes. Bell glum as Keibler bounces just out of reach, touching her up whenever she can. Final thirty seconds, Stacy abandon’s her caution and goes all in, stepping in behind a jab, hook combination. Bodying up with Bell, Stacy gives Cat’s torso a 30 second massage. Starting at the waistband of her bikini, Stacy tattoos Cat’s paunch, her diaphragm, sets her heavy jugs a jumpin with a free shoeshine, then closes out the round back and forthing Cat’s ruddy face as the brunette hangs on to ride out Hurricane Stacy!
After: Referee and ringside judges meet to compare scorecards, then (frowning) move aside to confer in secret conclave. After a couple of anxious minutes, the ring announcer tells the crowd it’s a Tractorpull DRAW. Just when it seemed Bell was on her way to dealing the crowd favorite an ignominious defeat, Keibler rallied down the stretch to eke out the tie!
After (pt 2):HOLD ON A SEC! The promoters pull out the fight contracts and, sure enuf…the attorneys have language to cover this very situation! The girls will fight one more round, an eleventh, winner take all. Then, if it’s still tied after an eleventh stanza, they’ll go to a "football style shootout" (i.e., referee draws a line (mark) in the middle of the ring. Both women ‘toe the mark’ and trade punches toe-to-toe until someone goes down. They have ten seconds to return to the mark. If they can’t, they lose. Fans are in a frenzy - depending on who they’re rooting for. Ladbroke’s lads doing a land office biz!
Both girls lace up their gloves in their corner. Ringside commentators speculate ad nauseum on what this means to each of the fighters. Will the break work in Bell’s favour; allowing her to rest and recharge her batteries? Or will momentum work to Keibler’s benefit after she let it all hang out going ‘all in’ to draw even in the final seconds? Time will tell.
The two weary warriors trudge out and touch gloves for...
Bell vs. Keibler (conc too much boxing for 2 posts)
Posted by simguy on 7/31/2010, 7:40 am
R11: Cat, gloves up, paws a left which Keibler blocks. Then Keibler shocks the brunette with a right hand lead and knocks Bell down in the first ten seconds, catching her flush. Bell up but groggy, beaten back to ropes. Keibler opens up, ripping into Bell’s abs, then working her upper torso, setting her juicy, jiggling, breasts to jumpin’ as Keibler goes all in on Bell’s big beauties! Bell with her butt stuffed deep between, and drooping down outside, the ropes; forced to grab top rope to stay in the ring! Keibler squares up, brutally bashing Bell’s breasts until it’s all just too much and Bell slithers out thru the ropes onto the ring apron, her feet still in the ring, legs draped over the middle strand. Pandemonium! British boxing beauties ringside on their feet; Zeta Jones and Keeley Hazell leading the crowd in chants of "GO KEEBS! GO KEEBS! GO KEEBS!" With an ASSist from Theron, shoving Bell’s butt, Cat tumbles headfirst back into the ring where she just beats the count. Cat staggers back to the ropes with her gloves up. Keibler swarming over her, hooking with both hands, gutting the fast-fading brunette with heart-stopping late power. Bell ready to go as Keibler puts her left hand on the back of Bell’s head, turns and looks at Theron ringside, then draws her thumb across her throat. Theron frantically looking for a towel to throw when Keebs pulls Bell’s left arm down with her opposite hand, and comes over the top with a crushing, lights out, right cross! Bell’s knees give way and she plows tits first into the canvas between Keibler’s feet. Theron’s towel heave flutters in just seconds too late to save her girl!
After (pt 3): And Keibler’s still not done! She doffs gloves and marches back to "help" Theron get Bell to her feet, then shoves Theron aside, levers Bell’s left arm up into a hammerlock, jerks her head back by the hair; forcing Bell to blink as she stares up into the bright lights. Then Keibler starts to "march" her captive around the ring, stopping at each side to display the result of her handiwork. Bell blinking, eyes moist, bravely refusing to beg or plead for mercy, knowing none would be forthcoming. Stacy pauses at each side of the ring and gives Bell’s battered breasts a playful squeeze and a shake, sending ripples rolling through the soft mounds. Bell shaking her head ‘no’ as Stacy toys with her, but is in no shape to deny the blonde wrestler her day…but no doubt vowing revenge in some equally - if not more dramatically - humiliating way. Keibler ends the show in the traditional manner, scooping Bell up, body slamming her then dropping to "pin" the beaten brunette.
Theron throws Keibler off of Bell and kneels to cradle her head in her lap; tears welling as she looks into Bell’s insensate face. Glaring up at the leering Keibler, Theron’s eyes are icy as she snarls, "You’ll pay for this, b###h!" |
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