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6 March 2008 Carmella Decesare vs Jennifer Ellison

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 11 months ago

 

 

Posted by Simguy on 3/6/2008. 7:14 pm.

 

Before: Ellison getting in Carmella’s head a but during weigh-in and photo shoots: Decesare stealing demure glances at her foe, obviously feeling a little pressure—rare to see a Playmate of the Year spooked by another girl’s heat. “She’s threatened,” Jennifer grins knowingly in prefight—she’s seen the glances. “Carmella’s used to dominating any room she walks into, but that’s not happening with me, and she’s rattled. That will translate into punches when we fight; Decesare’s confidence is already shaken—all I have to do is shake the rest of her!” Carmella denying all charges she’s suffering from pulchritude-shock—taking the podium with authority. “I pushed hard for this fight,” Decesare reminds the press, “not because Jennifer’s a great fighter—she’s not—but because my fan base is drawn to omen like this, so it’s important for me to compete with them head on. Jennifer’s not special—she’s a ‘type’—I hope she has that in perspective here. It’s my job to seek out and beat girls like this. It’s what I do, and I’m very good at it.”

 

Jen in heartpounding black bikini with small white polkadots—deep-scoop top; white gloves; long loose blonde locks. Carmella in equally heartpounding lemon yellow bikini with ring connections; white gloves; dark hair long and loose.

 

During R1: Rock’em, sock’em buxoms—crowd-pleasing slugfest early. Supple slinging from both—girls keeping elbows in close to hips and simply chopping at each other’s waistlines and breasts with willowy sidearm hacks. Decesare breaks the stalemate late with jabs—lifting’em off the hip to herd Jennifer to the ropes, Blonde stops punching when her back hits ropes—Ellison stoops forward, dukes at temples. Carm edges in with her left shoulder/elbow propping Jen—hacking sidearm rights taking Ellison thick in her waist, beating points out of blonde at bell.

 

R2: Carmy encouraged—she took it to Jen in the first, takes it to Ellison to open the second AND GETS HURT! Jennifer scowling, bending and twisting into supple lefts and rights—outhitting Carmella toe to toe, smashing at brunette head and shoulders: Decesare instantly wobbly butt, stumbles away shiny-eyed. Jennifer walking Carmella down, sweeping fat right hands to Decesare’s wasp waist: Carmella grimacing, folding up as body licks smash home—she’s quick to clinch, snugging up for ref’s break. Jennifer aggressive—pushing past official to get at Carmella—blonde stepping-with, beating her brunette along the ropes as Decesare wilts to her right, Ellison slopping right hands onto Carmella—big, meaty licks—blonde bending into her wallop—Carmella covering up, rolling, then clinching to stem the tide. Final minute—Decesare able to get the jab off her hip—she’s steering Jen, sidestepping her, just getting out of the round as Ellison’s already won it.

 

R3: Carmella wants to slug—but she’s doing it smarter. Deech in closed stance—right hand at her chin, left shoulder pointed at Jen, left hand dangling—she’s lifting the jab off her hip to steal initiative. Carmella turning into straight rights—punching at Jennifer’s ribs; smiting her across her breasts, Carmella edging in with her left shoulder/elbow nudging against Jen’s guard—brunette going at blonde midsection with those hacking sidearm rights—right elbow in close to Carm’s body as she generates juicy leverage, chopping at Jen’s middle. Ellison sobbing aloud—unlike Carm, she’s not clinching—just stooping forward behind her mitts, absorbing willowy licks. Bell: Decesare pushes up off smoldering blonde, eyes flashing; Ellison shabby, blinking back tears after a tough round of Carmella.

 

R4: Carm’s getting her plan together. Jabs early to drive Jennifer to ropes, take away Ellison’s offense. Carmella very workmanlike once she positions Jen on the apron—brunette edging in with the left shoulder/elbow, strapping right hands to midsection with that hacking, sidearm delivery. After shellacking a series of rights—Carm shifts—use her right hand to stabilize Ellison while cranking willowy lefts up and in. Determined, withering body work here—finest of Carm’s career. Poor Jennifer sits in ropes, hunching forward—not clinching, hardly slugging back, and really getting beat up in these sequences, Bell: Carm stomping all business to her corner—just drenched in glistening sweat from her labours.

 

R5: Ellison pouting, but trying to stay off the ropes: after absorbing body blows, she’s pushing Carmella off by brunette shoulders, trying to buy breathers. Fight taking place midring—Decesare classy as she slides about, dragging her front (left) foot. Carm stooping, reaching her jab in to Jen’s tummy, then sliding off to the right. Carm punching in straight palm-down right hands—skidding’em off the ribs, parking’em flat on tummy, parting Jen’s breasts with’em. Ellison grumpy, sullen—pushing Carmella not punching back at her: Decesare being willowy, methodical in getting her touches.

 

R6: Ringing right roundhouse lands to Carmella’s jaw—she’s on her heels, blinking in astonishment as brawlin’ Jen comes forward. Ellison’s just a-sloshin’ it to Carm—lusty lefts and rights clanging off either jawline—Decesare’s guard drooping as she stares woozy into punches. Ellison hammering Decesare to ropes—head hunting with limber shellack—but occasionally greasing those jugs big swinging wallop. Midway through, Carmella’s ragged, but firming—she’ll roll a bit to her right with Ellison’s right. Then stop her own rangy right onto Jen. Carmella rolling with Jen’s left—back with the left: crowd pleasing display as pace slows and girls trade slender-limbed haymakers. Decesare outhit—but standing up to Jen throughout Ellison’s finest moments.

 

R7: Carmella getting the up-jab on Jennifer—pre-empting blonde, making the fight easier. Decesare working Ellison to ropes, edging in on her with the left shoulder/elbow and getting back to work with those sumptuous whacking right hands to midsection. Glorious stuff—Ellison sitting shabby in ropes, shouting and crying out behind her gloves. Late the round—Carm shifts to her right—extending her left hand to push Ellison’s head to the side as blonde’s folding forward: buggy-whip right hands lash against Jennifer’s leftside ribs and hips, wrenching bleats of protest from her.

 

R8: Ellison weepy from all the body work—but she’s SO determined to slug! Carmella catching wide wallop to jaw, getting rocked, forced to back off—brunette negotiating blonde fury with a stiff up-jab to take initiative. Carmella all about nudging and propping Ellison at the ropes he better to whack this blonde in her midsection. When Jen tilts too far forward—she’s vulnerable to Carmella’s vicious buggy-whip right above the left hip—thumping blast powered by the whole of Decesare’s sinewy frame, leaving Jennifer destitute.

 

R9: Ellison blubbering—proud blonde is broken down I her body, legs shot—she shies away to ropes, blinking back tears. Carmella stalking, patient—stooping to reach jabs in to tummy, then leaning back out of range, Decesare over the top with a ringing right hand—clapping Jen upside the head: Ellison sags into ropes, hands at her stomach., Deech reaches the left hand to stabilize Ellison at her chest, slinging in another right to jaw, pasting Jennifer’s head aside. Crowd screaming as Ellison spills along ropes, staring helplessly into punishment—Carmella leaning her whippet frame into lashing right hands, punching Jennifer into stupor,. Jen beaten sideways to ropes, then down to the canvas under the supple bombardment—blonde lying on her back, hands up above her head, knees flopping side to side as she tries to fight off the KO—but its no-go. KO9 in ruthless fashion—Carmella Decesare.

 

After: Withering body attack sets up irresistible head shots late—Carmella able to coax fight-winning leverage out of her slender chassis with slinging,, whippy delivery. “I definitely anted to control her body,” upbeat Carmella says in postfight, “She’s bigger than me, but I sensed softness down there, and I was right—she really buckled the strain of concentrated body blows,. Once I had her worked over, I took her out—but I’ll give her credit: I thought she’d go much earlier, Jennifer Ellison’s a scrapper for sure.”

 

Reposted by Archer 4/25/10.

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