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31 March 2000 Title Ch Carmen Electra vs Charlotte Ross

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 2 months ago

 

PARAMOUNT BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE

 

 

 

 

Posted by Simguy on Friday, 31-Mar-2000 22:40:32

 

 

Before: So many crosscurrents—Peeples watching helplessly as the girl she battered gets a title shot at the girl she wanted. Electra under fire for ducking Nia yet again, and Ross claiming Carmen won’t go body to body with her for fear of being knocked out. Still, soap opera ends up in the ring, and Electra for all the hype, remains one of the best when she’s on—could conceivably box to an easy win over more inside oriented blonde. Carmen in purple two piece aerobics togs, high neck, tight mahogany ponytail—Ross in white high neck sports top, teal aerobics bottoms, tight blonde ponytail—both girls in white shoes and gloves. Carmen with the flashy entrance, does a front flip over the top rope and bounces insolently over Ross for a little pre-introduction staring contest.

  

During R1: Electra eschews the boxing approach, as shiny foreheads collide and Carmen dictates from bell to bell. Electra’s handspeed a big factor: she swats left/right to Charlotte’s ears, then jerks the right uppercut hard into the stomach as Ross lays in and takes, Carmen ripping undercuts with either hand, bending to the side for maximum leverage, then swatting upstairs to keep Ross under wraps. Shutout Electra.

  

R2: Electra marching the length of the ring, once again wades in flat footed to fight Ross’ fight. Ross jammed into her home corner, starts to cringe as Electra digs at her torso with thudding lefts and rights—long brown ponytail swishing and dancing as Carmen slugs it up. ROSS GOES DOWN! Carmen bending low, starts to come up with the uppercut from the knees, driving the punches deep into Ross’ hard abs, and blondie can’t take it. Beating the count, Ross slides along the ropes, just pushing out arm punches to keep Carmen honest—Electra with her hands down, calling her shots i.e.: yelling “left breast!” then suddenly jerking single lefts or rights into target—looks like she’s ready to tune Ross up when a snapping hooik from the blonde nearly sits Carmen own. Electra suddenly on rubbery legs, clinches and both girls are content to loll in one another’s arms, sucking it up for the final minute. Ross muscling the champ to the ropes, gets her shoulder into Carmen’s mouth and hooks her repeatedly to the breasts and cheek as the bell sounds. Late hitting from Charlotte as Electra looks glassy eyed and trembly on the receiving end.

  

R3: Carmen comes out hurt and uses lateral movement to open up the ring. Ross touching her eyebrows with her gloves, methodically advances, but Carmen’s legs own the round, moving Electra smoothly left and right around the opponent, then darting in to land shockingly hard potshot singles to the tummy or jaw. Ross getting knocked onto one foot from popping Electra right hands, but Carmen not sticking around to trade, slops out, moves and opens up the fresh angle. Ross busting up on  the left side of her face as Carmen finds the rhythm.

  

R4: Inexplicably, Electra wades back in to body up on Charlotte, giving Ross the toe to toe exchange she had hoped for. Girls simply trading hard, hard strokes to the body and jaw in close, but Electra more elusive, undulating up and down while standing directly in front, slipping Ross’ hook and landing flush with the looping uppercuts and slashing left hands in the teeth. By the final minute, Electra has Ross in retreat—Charlotte no longer punching, and Carmen explodes out of a deep crouch, driving the right uppercut through Ross’ chin and putting the blonde on her back in a heartbeat. Ross writhing in pain, shows tremendous heart in getting up at the bell—Electra lifting her  mitts, taunts her challenger mercilessly as the ref gets between the two combatants.

  

R5: Electra confident, swaggering, walks out with arms at her sides, and sticks her chin out, ducking and sliding away as Ross tries to connect. Carmen countering with exaggerated uppercuts and wide sidearm blows has the blonde reeling. Carmen thudding her fists in to Ross’ gut, just sways back on her hips to make Charlotte miss, then digs in again as Ross crumples forward.

  

R6: Electra cheek to cheek, and Ross refuses to go away. Bitter trading, in close, girls using shoulders, elbows and foreheads to scrape, nudge, and bang each other without restraint, Ross putting Carmen’s butt on the ropes finally emerges the stronger, and gets some curling right hands onto Carmen’s jaw to swivel the brunette’s head at the bell, Girls talk it up once again as the ref separates the feisty bottoms.

  

R7: Carmen continues to get into Charlotte’s face, trading shoulder to shoulder, and Ross begins to show signs of cracking. Electra just too quick, comes back just a little harder, more accurately than Ross, making the blonde more tentative as the rounds grind on.; Midway through the round, Carmen drives in that all-or-nothing right uppercut to the pit of Charlotte’s stomach, and the blonde caves in, staggering sideways to the ropes on the verge of going down. Electra pushing her girl into the ropes, hands at her sides, just swaying in and out to whip her fists in on the blonde’s battered midriff at the bell, Carmen trash-talking a blue streak—Ross not answering back this round.

  

R8: Ross wrestling, trying to walk Carmen back, but Electra laughing at the attempt, legs her girls up against the ropes for more hip-to-hip slugging. Electra just pouring it in now, putting her body on Ross, lounging in the blonde, punching when she wants, clinching when she wants—Charlotte looking sluggish and pouty as she spends the latter half of the round with her gloves tight around her face letting Electra splash her sides and kidneys with punches.

  

R9: Electra has her girl broken—and nobody front-runs like Carmen. Showboating? Electra scissoring her legs in a modified Ali shuffle, has Charlotte flinching and mesmerized, then suckers the blonde with the running right hand on the forehead. Carmen backing up, digs left and right uppercuts into the blonde’s stomach as Charlotte topples forward. Carmen moving forward, simply bodies up and walks the blonde back, helping herself to fistfulls of Ross at will, bell to bell beat don as Ross looks used, dejected en route to her corner.

  

R10: Charlotte just looking to survive, left eye swelling shut, ribs red and sore—Carmen moving in with the shuffle, hands down, mocking the blonde’s inability to compete at this point. Electrs lifting her fists off her thighs to jam hard in between Charlotte’s gloves breaks Ross down, and midway through the round, Carmen slips a pushing jab to jerk the right uppercut onto Charlotte’s chin. Ross’ head snaps back, legs give way, and the blonde on all fours in a pathetic sight. Carmen refuses to back off—Rpss down for almost 15 seconds before she gets to her feet while the referee is otherwise occupied. Electra delighted, continues to toy with her prey, giving Ross chin to hit, then taking it away and countering with splattering lefts and rights on the blonde’s battered face. Late in the round, a glassy eyed and staggering Charlotte Ross wobbles drunkenly to her left, and Electra sweeps her to the canvas with a looping overhand right on that swollen eye. Ross preserving her dignity, manages to get to her feet, but is immediately under siege.—Charlotte’s arms and legs o limp as Electra tears in with both fists, savaging her opponent as the bell rings. Carmen Electra shrieking in victory, holds Ross roughly behind the head and gives that eye a painful kiss before the ref can break’em up. Unanimous duke by wide margin, for the winner and STILL champ, Carmen Electra.

  

After: “Any questions?” Electra shouts to media at ringside who had questioned the brunette’s ability to fight at a high level after so long on the sidelines. Not a flawless performance, but Carmen does the hip hop bop all over Charlotte’s butt, going out to her way to do it using Ross’ own style so as to leave no doubt. “She wanted it body to body—she got it. Nia, step up girl and let’s get you hurt!” Ross absolutely devastated by the mounting evidence that she’s not ready, refuses to comment—Gatekeeper seems more likely than champion at this point.

  

Reposted by Archer 1/6/10

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