PART 1:

Posted by Simguy on 9/5/2008, 7:58 am.

Before: Beaten in Europe, discarded by Tech--Laetitia Casta’s a dispirited beauty these days: an aging model who’s taken a ton of punches over a long, distinguished career, and who appears to be on the verge of being farmed out to  Krusher training prospects. “I cannot say what the intentions are for this fight,” Casta says of her opponent, Cornish/ “I am many times a lightweight champion of the world--the greatest Ice Hotel champion in history==and now I am fighting this Abbie Cornish? I do not try to fathom it: I only pray that if I dispatch her quickly and brutally, better, bigger opportunities will once again come my way.” Cornish with nothing liker the miles on her odometer that Casta has on hers: blonde is fresh-faced, raring to go. “I can’t wait,” Abbie drawls in Aussie accent. “Casta has fought bruising wars against many Krusher beauties over the years, and it’s a thrill to be testing my skills against her. Is she experienced, or shopworn? Crafty, or dulled by attrition? We’ll see. This is about how much Laetitia has left as it is about how much potential I’ve got.” Anny in sporty blonde battle braid; bright blue bikini with white polka dots; white gloves. Casta in crimson bikini, hair up off her next, red gloves.

During R1: HAMMER AND TONGS! Casta ripping hooks to Abbie’s midsection early, turns over a right up top, toggling Cornish’s chin. Abbie buckles, ducks, then answers a wide, crashing right to Casta’s jaw, shifts weight to right foot to pull a clubbing hook across French jugs, Casta wades forward with a  hook, another hook, then a chopping, short right in close, catching clavicle, Abby ducking, then answering--swinging away rights and lefts as Laetitia’s heavier blows back scrappy blonde up. Cornish nearly hits ropes--she sidesteps, walking to her right to regroup: legs are humming, backside visibly wobbly from the huge chin-checks she’s already absorbed. Casta hops to her left, cutting off the ring, strides in with a looping overhand right. Abby ducks-with, answers back vicious right uppercut, catching Casta unintentionally in scarlet trunks. ‘Tish  making grumpy-face at the low blows, but punches through it, hooking Cornish in her breasts, then hooking her chin while shifting weight to right foot. Abby bounces into ropes, eyes startled: she ducks in the nick, just as Casta’s roaring over the top another right hand. In close, shoulder to shoulder--Abby brawls her way forward--arms thrashing and lashing lefts and rights as she dips and slugs after ducking. Casta pounded backwards for the first time, steadies herself midring and digs amidships with a slamming right/left, halting progress. Now CASTA moves forward, slugging as she  comes, dipping and ducking as Abby is, trading her rights for rights, lefts for lefts. Back and forth across the ring--both girls stunned--short interludes as one or the other steps out to regroup, then it’s back into the free-swinging fray. Bell: chests heaving, mouths open--both beauties reel slightly upon parting, staring in wonder at the resistance encountered. Casta’s round by a whisker--just slightly out-punching a determined blonde through 1.

R2: Casta initiates another free-for-all, throwing herself at Abby with sweeping overhand rights/wide slopping hooks, Abbie banged up in the first--she’s wiling now, hurt as Casta clangs away to chin early. Blonde stunned, rocked--she clinches for ref’s break--Casta’s aggressive  tummy trembling against Abbie’s in the grasp. ‘Tish walking Abby down after ref pushes ‘em apart: French vixen showing now respect, walking in wide open, throwing huge haymakers with either hand, daring Abbie to stop her. Cornish stumbling away with a confused look--blonde legs shabby--she’s reeling, unable to plant and slug back. Abbie desperately holding as Casta wades in--ref slapping blonde arms away, issuing breaks: it’s all Laetitia slugging, doing harm, then marching on a crumbling blonde until Cornish can tie up. Late the round, it’s all too much: Abbie’s been very brave, taking hard punches and refusing to go down, but she eats a blockbuster right uppercut, followed by a clouting right/short left hook in close that puts her on all fours. Casta seething, nostrils flaring--she stomps past all jugs-a-jumpin’. staying focused as the bell saves Abbie.

R3: Casta continues to bring it--high risk strategy serving her well as young blonde can’t hold her ground, can’t answer back in kind. “Tish stepping into Abbie with looping overhand rights, then picking her up short left uppercuts, then slopping it on right-and-left until Abbie either cuddles up or stumbles away. Not much back from Cornish: legs’re are shambles--she’s frequently beaten without mercy whenever she sits in the ropes and covers up. Tish fighting with cold-blooded fury--often baring her teeth; cruelly digging in behind either Cornish elbow as blonde girl stoops forward; stacking Abby up into ropes to expose her torso and head to shellack. Cornish a stumbling ruin, but keeping her feet: she IS tying Laetitia up and escaping these rounds, refusing to give former champ satisfaction.

R4: Pace slows, but Casta’s approach remains the same. French girl forcing the fight, pitching as she wades in, pitching when they lean in and stand, pitching even when Abbie’s reaching around Casta’s ribs to tie up. Ref issuing breaks, pushing Casta back by her chest--French girl resolute, mopping her brow with either arm, then trudging back into her blonde. Abbie battered pillar to post, walked down, bodied around, shellacked, Again, she proves bend-in-the-wind durable--never going down, tying up enough to get out of the round as ‘Tish piles up a comfy lead.

R5: Abbie times Casta coming in, ducks with the predictable Casta overhand right, answers with a gouging right uppercut to the pit of French stomach, Casta’s bunched up gurgling hurt, momentarily stymied: Abbie into her brunette with reckless ferocity, slopping away rights and lefts in close, bending into the shots as ‘Tish takes it to either jaw line. Casta bashed across the ring, hits ropes in a fog--Abbie grimly stepping-with and slugging every step of the way, hooks ‘Tish a pair of stunning hooks to chin, nearly sitting brunette down. CORNISH WANTS RACK! Abbie taking advantage of Laetitia’s distress to bang away on jug--lusty, rising lefts and rights in close, bunching up the meat. Casta’s turn to clinch: she’s weepy, sniveling into Abbie’s shoulder as CORNISH’s tummy now quivers with aggression against Casta’s aching abs. Ref’s breaks see Abbie wade hungrily forward, HER eyes now bright, Laetitia’s dim with worry. Brunette backpedaling, covering up as Abbie head hunts, but blonde loading up and striping the body with roundhouse rights and lefts--getting ‘em as she steps in. Huge offensive mounted against Casta’s chin late as Laetitia digs in at the ropes: Casta firms, punches-with--crowd roaring as the girls duck and pitch with each other--both clapping away huge to bell. Abbie chests up, groggily letting Laetitia hear it. Casta shoving off, looking cranky--ref gets involved as tempers flare in direct proportion to the amount of ass being kicked in this donnybrook.

CASTA/CORNISH conc.

Posted by Simguy on 9/5/2008, 8:00 am.

R6: Casta back on the offensive: overhand rights off the left foot as she steps forward; sweeping lefts off the right foot as she brings that foot forward. Cornish again battered: she’s getting tagged repeatedly about her head and shoulders, loosening up, then battered as she covers up. Laetitia refusing to respect Abbie’s punching--French girl simply pinning her ears back,  wading forward and daring blonde to punch-with: Cornish shying away, or tying up, just isn’t up to it. Constant Carla shelling and walking pressure hounds Abbie to all four corners: blonde not getting off, just fighting to survive and hopefully tire her aggressive foe through 6.

R7: Abbie turns boxer, trying to sidestep and lure Casta forward into potshots. Some success, but Laetitia extremely willful tonight--she’s willing to trudge through Cornish punching in order to get off herself. Abbie falling back, getting nailed--her counter-attacks increasingly sporadic as damage accrues in her arms, waist and chin. Tish applying constant, steady pressure--setting a pace she can sustain, throwing only hard punches--no cuteness through 7

R8: Casta rings Abbie’s bell with that sweeping overhand right--but Cornish responds well when hurt, slugging-with and momentarily backing Laetitia off. Casta pushing back in after any separation--Abbie buying herself a moment or two when she brawls her hardest, but it’s not discouraging ‘Tish in any way. Down the stretch, Casta landing again and again to Abbie’s temples and jaw lines as girls brawl in close. Cornish drowsy, mouth open as she takes hits--she’s looking bleak, starting to sit there and soak up harm as Casta pounds away for more points.

R9: ABBIE slugs her way into Laetitia, stunning the French girl who had been marching forward to clean up. Cornish snarling as she dips and slugs, bouncing fists off Casta’s head and shoulders as brunette leans forward. ‘Tish banging back--ducking with shots, then trying to answer back--everything hard and wide as the girls drift into slugger’s autopilot, Glorious, groggy hammer and tongs--girls tumbling a bit when smote, then regrouping--fight wandering around the canvas in a more or less constant feat of attrition. Bell: Abbie’s outworked Laetitia; blonde makes glaring eye contact to let brunette know this fight’s not over.

R10: Casta wads in, bounces punches off Abbie’s head and shoulders as blonde hunches forward in a stoop, Blonde answering back: wide right hand to Casta’s left armpit; chopping left to chin. Casta slamming away in receipt, forcing her way forward: wonderful trudging fare from both battered combatants--each blindly battling through her own weariness. Casta getting the better of it through 2 minutes--moving Cornish with the punches, walking her down. Final minute, girls trade rights--Abbie’s lands as Casta’s sails; girls trade hooks--Abbie’s toggles Casta’s chin as Casta waves high. Tish on her heels, eyes suddenly bleak and staring: CASTA’S HURT! Deep breath Abbie: blonde wades into brunette breadbasket, walking barrage of pumping leather drives Casta breathless ti ropes. Quick stack-up, then Cornish is A:: about Casta’s rack, getting up in there with short, rising hup-hup while laying in cheek to cheek to Tish. Casta slumps against ropes, face pinched in pain--she’s trying to embrace Cornish, stop the jug mugging--but Abbie won’t be denied. Blonde just standing her brunette up, leaning in on her and digging up every last square inch of jug. Ref keeping a close watch, but lets Casta soak to the bell rather than calling a halt. Goes to the cards, comes back wide UD10--Tish Casta.

After: Wow, Unexpected brawl a wildly entertaining affair--both girls badly drained, with the eventual loser looking the fresher at the final bell. A completely unscientific Casta makes a conscious decision to go at Cornish, all night long: “She’s young, she’s inexperienced,: a banged up, shopworn victor explain in postfight, “I did not ant to get cute with her and offer her hope. Instead, I went at her--I doubted her ability to go on every single moment of the match. I am bigger and stranger, and I wished to impose my will on this opponent.” Cornish proving durable and willowy--riding out tremendous buffeting sequences tonight from a proven heavy hitter.

Reposted by Archer 10/12/10,