Pt 1:

Posted by Simguy on 9/2/2005, 7:03 am.

Before: Daniel stepping back in weight and  class after a rugged go against hated Laetitia Casta--Carmella Decesare just what the doctor ordered for a rebounding blonde. “Tearing  up a Playmate of the Year is too good to pass up,” breezes Daniel in preflight. “Personally I don’t see the hotness in Carmella, but she’ll definitely do, and it won’t matter to my fans anyway. Everyone’s coming to see Brittany do a number on a young Bambi: who cares who the skank is?” Decesare demure, hands clasped in her lap, smirking as she looks down onto the white linen dais top--she’s heard worse trash than this in her mansion days. “I just want to thank Daniel for the opportunity to test my skills against her,:” Carmella responds all purring with professionalism, “Look--we know what Brittany’s done in boxing, we  know she’s a very dynamic fighter, but I truly believe I can compete with her. She’s going to ask some very tough questions of me this fight: I just hop I give her the right answers.” Reference the latest HMK bikini-shot post: Brit in black bandeau with magical sans-a-hip look; Carmella in vivid rainbow striped number.

During R1: Brittany with a smug leer, going to Carmella’s jugs with saucy one-twos, then hopping away. Decesare turning, frowning, wincing at the spiteful contact--she’s holding her left low, right at her hip--making herself a target. Daniel in total control, working in and out, touching Decesare up--but Carmella stubborn, trying to paw an intercepting jab, occasionally swinging her right flat and loud against Brittany’s proud paunch. Down the stretch, Brittany  jumping brazenly in: Carmella llops a fat right hand over the top, runs Daniel into the punch and BRITTANY’S WOBBLY BUTT! Carmella delighted, pushes Brittany’s shoulders, tottering blonde onto her heels and lavishing that taut Daniel midsection a series of lanky, lashing lefts and rights. Daniel cramped up stiff behind her mitts--Carmella able to lift punches into Brittany unopposed to the bell, stealing a Daniel round!

R2: Brittany snarling, jumping in at Carmella’s tits--Decesare also baring her teeth, swinging wide, occasionally wrapping her punches around Brit, but she’s tagging Daniel as well. Brittany refusing to jab, showing no respect--makes for an exciting series of exchanges as Decesare’s able to hold her own. Down the stretch, Daniel snuggling in  to work off Decesare’s chest--but she can’t get off because Carmella’s working dip n’ dig uppercuts. Carm easing back, walking Brittany in loose, lanky delivery on fat right and left uppies, just carving in between the mitts and scraping off Daniel’s face. Bell: Daniel flushed, embarrassed--she pushes a frustrated hook into Carmella’s jugs way late as the ref takes a hand.

R3: Decesare growing in confidence, starting to settle down, execute her fight plan. Carm a little pushy with her jab, but she’s committing to it, beating Brit to the punch with it and more importantly, forestalling those dangerous lunging assaults. Daniel covering up, waiting for spots and backing up--Decesare dictating pace, following up with heavy right hands against the front face of Brittany’s guard. Brit hopping to her right along the apron--Carm stalking her, swinging a wide right to the waist and a clawing left to bump Brit into the ropes: Carm able to slide in and work those lanky uppercuts. Decesare arching her back, weight on her lead (Left) foot as she drags uppies in from either hand--it’s becoming a good solid beating. Daniel butt-in-ropes, trying to tie up Carmella’s arms: brunette writhing her limbs free, keeps churning and licking almost Alba-style, curling her punches up underneath to ribs and chin at the bell.

(Slow mo replay during the break: Brit on the left, crouching defensively, dukes at temples; Carm on the right, left hand at her thigh as she turns her torso to sling THICK to Brittany’s body in behind the elbow. Daniel seen to groan, body bunching up on contact, torso bending slightly around the punch--that’s quality leather Carmella’s tossing!)

R4: Brittany catching that looping right hand of Carmella’s on the ear--blonde stumbling to her right and covering up, unable to find her rhythm. Decesare doing what NO one thought she could: compete on the inside the Daniel--Brittany doing a lot of covering up and waiting, allowing the lanky-limbed brunette to set and stroke. Carmella enjoying moments with Brittany bending over directly in front: Decesare with her hands low, swings away at the hips and flanks, curls shots underneath to sample breadbasket and jug. Dangerous habit for Carm--punching with her off hand loose at her thigh--but she’s able to generate terrific torque and it’s very sexy, supple look: crowd warming to the newcomer as Brittany finishes up hurt on the ropes again. Daniel complaining to the ref during the break: she just might have dropped the first four rounds of this fight to Carmella!

R5: Brittany straight up the middle, no angles, no jab--she’s prone to overconfidence and stupidity, showing buckets of both tonight. Decesare set to receive, well-balanced, able to sweep the right hand potshot onto Daniel coming in, lift the left up into Daniel’s tanned midsection, then work hard as Brittany tries to be belly mouth-on-shoulder. Decesare with a sleek, sinewy compact puncher, a deadly combination puncher--but she’s just not moving her hands, She’ll wade into Decesare, push and bump and let Carm swipe and stroke for points.

Daniel/Decesare conc.

Posted by Simguy on 9/2/2005, 7:05 am.

R6: Daniel wakes up--shows her class this round. Daniel selling like she’s coming in, stutter-stepping, feinting, then bringing the hesitation right: she can’t miss over Carmella’s dangling left. Daniel sliding to the side, using her legs, stooping to jab at Carmella’s taut midsection--brunette turning, a beat behind as blonde uptempos, Carm lifting the jab off her hip, but not snapping it: she’s begging for Daniel’s vicious pull-counter right hand over top. Some crowd-pleasing head-swiveling rights landed on Carmella’s chin in a strong Daniel sixth: brunette proving she can take bantam sock as wiry legs don’t flinch.

R7: THERE’S that Brittany Daniel body punching--she jabs her way in, crouches low and rips some evil left hooks into Carmella’s wasp-waist and flat tummy from a herky-jerk bob. Decesare ashen-faced, staggering backward--she stares into a bang/bang left/right on her chin which drapes her ropeside. Daniel hopping-to, keeping the pressure on--hook, hook, hook in the waist, muscular shoulder to prop Carm up as brunette wilts. SCRUBBING hook wiped across Carmella’s jugs--Daniel in there SO snug, punching so tight her shoulder ends up pressing against Carmella’s rack Back the other way, nice n’ tidy--Daniel scrubbing jug while simultaneously tousle rubbing Carm’s face as brunette suffers at the ropes, Jerking little left uppercut off the front foot, doubled-down into that spanking hook on the liver: Brittany it to Carmella, really muscling her. Carm’s legs trembling, mouth open--she’s drooping forward, getting stacked up and bullied, grimacing from the licks--this is harsh, harsh treatment she’s getting from a vengeful Brittany Daniel. “Aw COME ON!” Tractorpull guy screams as he leaps to his feet: Daniel’s hunkered in close, rotating her shoulders and working to Carmella’s moist trunks as Decesare sobs, drapes her arms around Brit’s upper back. Daniel too strong, reaching under Carm’s arms and chesting her deep into ropes, then getting back to work underneath with chugging lefts and rights. Brit bursting in combination to the ribs; rocking Carm the left uppercut; SCOURING that rack with close in shoeshine and DECESARE SINKS TO HER KNEES! Brunette humming from punishment--Daniel pressing her thighs against her girl to trap seated Decesare against the ropes--ref has to physically remove sullen blonde from the premises. Carmella D beats the count at the bell, but she’s a-shambles: she soaked up a full-on Brittany Daniel onslaught that round. “THAT’S HOW IT’SDOWN, SLUT!” Daniel screeches as ref leads her away.

R8: Carmella desperately hurt, stepping around on her heels, legs shaky and worst of all--she’s got her hands at waist level. Daniel stepping into Carmella and belting her--rich right hands, clanging lefts--just teeing off on Decesare’s sultry face. Carmella scattering around the ring, draping off Brittany’s neck in breathless clinches at times--blonde just applying the finishing touches, looking to get Carmella out of there, Second minute, Daniel simply brutal: using her left arm to trap Carm’s right, slumping brunette forward for plugging, repeat right hands to jug--just DREDGING up that POTY rack. Carm breathing out moist little whimper-grunts, eyelashes fluttering--she’s dazed, out of it, while Brittany’s ferociously alert. Ref breaking up the holding and hitting, pushing Brit back--she keeps wading in, getting on, busting. Down the stretch, ramshackle Carmella steps right, swings a fat right hand up into Daniel’s paunch, twists hips and pulls a sweeping left across Brittany’s face and DANIEL’S HURT! Brittany stepping in fence post holes, eyes suddenly blinking and astonished: Carmella steps, shoves a measuring left into Brittany’s chest, bends in righty over the top and flattens Daniel’s head to her right shoulder. DANIEL now hanging on , desperate to tie-up--Carmella wriggling her limbs free and lugging leather into all things Brittany. Whirling, staggering, hurting action careens past the bell--ramshackle beauties completely unaware of the break until ref enforces it.

R9: Daniel can’t believe it--she’s HURT! Carmella’s hurt, but it’s much less astounding in her corner: she’s less rattled. Girl helped off their stools and given gentle pushes to send them staggering forward--both needing to dig down and find a little extra heart tonight. Fans cringing at Carmella’s low left hand--she’s stepping groggily to her right, looking to turn into slinging rights upside Brittany’s head, Daniel with her dukes up, but wading forward and not moving her head--she’s posing for Carmella’s potshots, making brunette more effective than she otherwise might be. Round carried by Brittany’s quicker, busier mitts inside: she’s getting shellacked on the way in, but she’s bursting on Carmella, working up her torso in combination, forcing brunette into ragged retreat in the 9th.

R10: Carm with that lanky, low slung hand position NAILS Brittany a slinging right as Daniel comes in--steps right and curls the outside-in right uppercut fat between Brit’s gloves. Thing of beauty to see Daniel’s sleepy face shoot back, eyes closed, mouth open “OH” as Decesare archer her back into it. Carm with that natural tendency to move to her right and punch hard off the right foot--she wallops a right behind Brittany’s head, soprt of wrapping the punch and sending the blonde staggering forward. Carm hopping after her from the side, jabbing Brittany flat in the ear, then clubbing her a tomahawk tight atop the head--ugly stuff, but Daniel clatters face first to ropes in terrible shape. Brittany rights herself, facing Carmella and covers up butt-in-ropes: DANIEL’S NOT COMPETING! Brittany just slumping into the ropes, riding it out--either exhausted, or she feels she’s got the duke in the bag. Carmella on empty, but slugging her heart out--heaving the right hand wide in behind Brittany’s elbow, pushing Brit in the shoulders, then lavishing her left behind the elbow. Push: slinging right hand loud to the belly. Push: fat left hook strapped across the lower back. Carm not efficient, but she’s coaxing terrific whippy leverage out of her slinky frame. Right hands pulled into Brit from the left foot, left hands hauled in from the right foot--Decesare stroking away side to side, up underneath, treating herself to Brittany jugs, tummy, flanks and face in a marauding bell-to-bell tenth. Ref jumps in--Daniel blubbering, wobbly butt--she’s just been handed a shattering UD10 upset by Carmella D!

After: Daniel collapsing in distraught tears--all even going into the tenth and blonde folds, chokes, crumples under pressure, It’s Decesare able to dig down, Decesare able to cowgirl up--when the fight was on the line and all the two had left was heart, Carmella found the will to win. “I can’t believe it,” a battered, but giddy Decesare says in post fight. “I just can’t believe it! She was so strong and so fast, but she really didn’t think  she’d have to work tonight. I think she thought she’d hit me once and I’d just blow away--she never dreamed she’d have to really come in and fight hard all three minutes each round.” As monumental for Decesare as it is disastrous for Daniel--Brit goes from beating Charisma Carpenter to nearly being stopped by a rookie: hardly the consistency it takes to be a champ at ANY weight. Simguy seen to be beating forehead against ringpost in frustration--first Hu/Fishel and now this.

Reposted by Archer 01/02/2012.