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9 March 2010 Laetitia Casta vs Rihanna

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Posted by simguy on 3/9/2010, 5:32 pm

BEFORE: "I have nothing against Rihanna," Casta shrugs in prefight, "but if she is what Technetium loves, then she must suffer. She should know I will punish her - not because I hate her, but because anyone who fights under the Tech banner must be destroyed by Casta. It is a duty, more than a pleasure." Rihanna enjoying the spotlight, chatty with press: she's noticed something different about this fight. "There IS more pressure," Ree grins. "More suits show up during camp, checking things out. More tape - omigod the TAPE I've watched on this woman: there must be like a hundred different fights, and they want me to run 'em ALL. But I keep telling everyone - in Jamaica - women like Casta come strutting in from the airport all the time, and they leave broken. I got this: Tish can't stand up to me." Casta in simple royal blue sport bra; crimson bikini-cut aerobics briefs; white gloves; hair in top knot - highlighted curls long down her back. Rihanna in black sport bra; leopard print bikini bottoms; black gloves; hair in short black tousle.

During R1: Boxing 101 from Casta: she's pumpin' stick, steppin' left, turning the bigger girl. When Rihanna storms forward, Casta fades back to ropes, walks her girl into clinch, snuggles for ref's break-and-reset at midring. Casta touching up Ree's left eye via the jab, locating the face without difficulty: Rihanna getting grazing leather on Laetitia's torso. During one clinch, veteran Tish rides left arm round back of Rihanna's head...leans back into ropes while rolling to slide Ree into a loose sideheadlock, putting women chest-first out over top rope. With glistening backs to ref, Casta calmly scoures Rihanna's face with laces of the right hand - working the left eye especially...Tish pursing her lips, her face in close to Rihanna's right temple...Ree crying out in shock as she's savaged in cold-blooded fashion.

R2: Casta pushes in, testing Rihanna's strength: Ree promptly walks Tish to ropes, pushes off, swings away lusty. Casta clobbered about her arms/pecs: she covers up earmuff, rolls her torso, looking for the clinch. Squirming tummy to tummy - Ree working hard, shoulders writhing, bumping to get hands free - she's working atop Tish. Casta grumpy - tying up behind the elbows - throwing the odd short forearm into Rihanna's tits, but the youngster's too sturdy to shift. Rihanna's corner screaming "JUG REE! BEAT THOSE JUGS!" Rihanna does so - with glee. Bell: big smile Rihanna as that round went SO much better.

R3: Casta back to her boxing look - spreading Rihanna out the jab. Rihanna mounting rushes early: Casta fading, sidestepping, jabbing to regain initiative. Successful bull rushes from Rihanna drive Casta to ropes, but Tish ties up well, hanging on for break-and-reset. Tish continues to stick that left eye, gradually busting it up. She's sliding back in her stance, dangling the left hand, then lick-lashing it off her hip to catch Ree's tits as she's bouncing in. Rihanna getting caught alot, but she's shaking her head "No!" after Casta connects, continuing to walk Tish down.

R4: Casta being first with the jab; sidestepping to turn Rihanna's flanks and move her feet: Ree following, gloves at cheeks. Minute mark - Tish jabs the body...slides back...sets her feet as Rihanna plunges forward then BEATS Ree to a driving right cross! Rihanna clipped to chin as her own right hand sails...her backside suddenly wobbling as legs go rubbery. Casta leaning in, getting her back into it, turning over that back (right) heel - she catches Rihanna with her Sunday best. Ree staggers back, eyelashes fluttering - curvy big-girl legs hold her up, but she's hurt...Casta finally able to reach in and walk her girl brawny to ropes. Veteran Casta knows she's got a big strapping young lass in front of her: full minute of body work starts pounding at Rihanna's legs/reserves. Ree gasping, guard loosening, eyelashes fluttering, lips parting: she's breaking down. Jugs: Casta getting in there big via strapping left/rights: Ree bleating in protest. Casta smart with her left hand - bracing it inside Rihanna's right shoulder while pasting her face righty; pulling Rihanna's head down while pumping her righty jug and tummy. Casta curling Rihanna's head into the crook of the left arm, twisting her, pushing her face into cleavage, holding her there until ref pulls 'em apart. Ree pulling away all blinking, moist-cheeked, awestruck at the firm massiness of Casta's heaving rack. Bell: Casta pushing up off slumping Rihanna: French girl all business to her corner, eyes hard, lips pressed tight.

R5: Rihanna shabby with hurt, but look at her punch! Spooking Casta out of her stance, forcing her to move. Tish wary, but pinprick sharp with that jab - scoring blows to Ree's puffy left eye bring her to heel. Strapping right/lefts to paunch bunch Rihanna up behind her mitts: Casta palms brunette shoulders, walk/pushes her rump-first to ropes. Processing from the midway point on: Casta pushing, maintaining her distance - strapping on thick licks - sound of robust blows like baseball bats against wet sandbags. Rihanna groggy - right under her chin, left loose across her gut: she's got no pocket defense, isn't cute at the ropes - she's facing into punishment, trusting her strong young body to sop up Casta's work. Tish keeping the pace thick - frequently wrapping up, pressing Rihanna's face into warm jug: kid's having trouble breathing, looking groggy from punches and jug.

R6; Early desperate offence from Rihanna: Casta leaning inside, letting Rihanna's haymakers wrap harmlessly around the shoulders. Casta blunting Ree's offence, then tucking in: she'll move inside Rihanna's swinging right to tuck a right to gut; she'll slip Rihanna's looping lefts, then nip back right/left to chin. Rihanna punched onto her heels, then jabbed to ropes: Casta thick-strapping that waist to get Ree cramped up and groaning, then pushing her upright to batter her. Left hand bracing, right hand pasting: Rihanna's face puffy/sleepy - eyes half shut, lips pursing as she's beaten into stupor. Bell: Casta's eyes shine with pride at the sight of Rihanna swaying woozy on the spot, licking cracked lips.

R7: Casta jabs Ree midring; hooks her stout: Rihanna's on her heels. Minute mark - Casta leans in, extends on driving right cross: Rihanna's head tosses aside, knees bend - she's stomping back on her heels all slobberknockered again. Casta closes to finish, but Rihanna shows big-girl durability: girls hunker in shoulder to shoulder, lapping and cuffing lefts and rights underneath. Bellies/tits/biceps well clapped - Rihanna holding her own as Tish elects toe-to-toe and finds her foe still has something.

R8: Casta takes the round off: Rihanna fills the void. Rihanna's thighs and backside a little sloppy - meat wobbling as she steps, but she IS walking Tish down, looking to work. Ree with a heavy jab locating Tish, making her cover up: Rihanna able to whack flanks some muscular right/lefts as Tish stoops to receive, then sidesteps away. Not much from Casta - the odd pre-emptive jab - the odd dip-and-clinch as Rihanna over-pursues. Rihanna takes the round as veteran fighters catches her breath.

R9: Rihanna with a big looping right roundhouse...Casta leans inside it, letting it wrap her shoulders as she BURIES a right deep to Ree's tired paunch. "GUHHH!" Ree gasps, doubling up: Casta resets, dips left, hooks Rihanna in behind right elbow. Casta with a 45 degree pivot left around anchored left foot...outside-in left uppercut picks Rihanna up - eyes closed, eyebrows arched high, lips pursed OH! Swinging sidearm right takes Ree awkwardly on right cheekbone...she wanders to her left, hands at her side. Casta hops-to, swings a palm-down right from her hip to Ree's mouth...RIHANNA GOES DOWN! Ree staggers, then clatters to all fours: crowd roariing as weepy youngster looks around in a fog. Strong legs get Rihanna up at 9: she's reeling, helpless, groggy as Casta moves in to clean up.

R10: Casta jabs Rihanna to ropes, squares up on her, beats her without pity. Big Ree too strong to go...crowd yelling as she's smote and rocked, but she sponges it up, answers in spots with whatever she's got left. Casta ignoring it, allowing herself to be hit: she's catching Rihanna as she's punching, swiveling the kid's head or denting her firm body. Casta pushing off with shoulder or elbow - always giving herself enough distance to pop her hips and swing with authority. Full inventory taken: chin, pecs, jugs, both biceps, ribcage, flanks, tummy...Rihanna comprehensively beaten at the bell, swaying gobsmacked on curvy legs. UD10 Wide Laetitia Casta.

After: Casta smoldering, strutting the ring, glaring at Tech suits ringside...she takes a promising young fighter out back the woodshed and shows her what a 100 fight veteran is all about. "She's strong," Casta allows in postfight, "Stubborn. I beat her without mercy, but she was very difficult to get off her feet. I send her back to Tech broken - as a warning to the rest: Tech women move against me at their peril!"