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5 May 2012 Ashley Madekwe vs Dichen Lachman

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Ashley Madekwe 01.jpg Dichen Lachman 02.jpg

Posted by simguy on May 5, 2012, 8:45 am

BEFORE: Madekwe used to being the most exotic thing in the room...but she's reduced to unwilling wallflower by Dichen in prefight conferences. Lachman adored by a fawning press while Ashley fumes in the background...an early staredown sees Dichen's unnerving gaze force Ashley to look away...no question that lovely Madekwe's being psychologically bullied in prefight. "I WILL beat her," Ashley says all quiet determination at podium. "Dichen's a hatchet-faced witch! A bully at heart - cruel and meanspirited...boxing will be SO much better for me drubbing her!" Lachman enjoying Madekwe's distress, twisting the knife in rebuttal. "Poor Ashley," Dichen purrs, "people used to care about her before I showed up. She's 'cute' now - hardly the stuff of poetry, and hardly worthy of the term 'exotic'. To me, she's rather commonplace, a fact I'm sure will be reflected in her fighting." Dichen in baby blue satin camisol and tap panties; small white rabbit-pelt punching mittens; short tan UGG fighting booties; hair in slick blonde ponytail the colour of molten bronze. Ashley in pink satin camisol and tap panties; small white rabbit-pelt punching mittens; short tan UGG fighting booties; hair loose, long, in dark curls. Staredown: Dichen smirking as she inflicts her gaze upon Ashley; Madekwe's long lashed eyes fluttering as she fights not to look away.

During R1: Ashley pours forth! Madekwe baring her teeth, lathering Dichen with elbows-in, side to side swishing...exotic Asian lass swept to ropes and buffetted about head/face/shoulders by a very busy Madekwe early. Lachman joins the party late, punching back straight right hands to Ashley's mouth off the ropes...Madekwe continuing to lather lefts and rights to scrub at Dichen's cheekbones by the bell. Ref pushes Ashley back...Madekwe all fired up, outhustles a frazzled Dichen in the first!

R2: Dichen glaring, weight on front (left) leg midring, lifting the jab off her hip to stick at Ashley's breasts or face. Madekwe less reckless now, looking to time Dichen's jab for slinging right hand counters over top; pawing her own left hand at Dichen's breasts. Girls at distance, reaching for each other - fur-finished gloves bump-skidding along chins or brows at random intervals. Ashley separates herself late with a pair of rising, batting left hands to Dichen's midsection...blonde girl frozen just long enough to receive a skidding clout across the chin, courtesy Ashley's swinging right mitt!

R3: Dichen leaning weight onto that front (left) leg, lifting rangy left uppercuts into Ashley's midsection...Madekwe grunting with displeasure upon receipt. Ash in earmuff, stooping forward...Dichen exploring Madekwe's defences with a probing left jab; looking to feed her the follow-on right cross to chin. Good rangy stuff from Dichen - very classy once she's in forward aspect...Madekwe being poked around, walked down - answering back with swishing desperation flurries in spots.

R4: All Dichen poking at Ashley; batting at her; stalking her; smirking at her. Madekwe forming earmuff only to have her ribs beaten; slugging only to be beaten to punches upon her face...Dichen's mittens skidding across Ashley's lovely features, punching her drowsy. Lachman loping in circles to either side, turning her girl...no one punch really shaking Ashley to her core, but it's a bit of a trouncing as Dichen works at her pleasure. "I love it when you don't punch back," Dichen snarks as girls separate at bell...Ashley blinking away tears of fury as Lachman smirks in satisfaction.

R5: Dichen helping herself now, bullying Ashley. Dichen stepping into position shifting weight to back (right) foot while pumping pesky little knock-jabs, or cuffing hooks; shifting forward onto left leg to deliver swift right crosses; staying on the left leg to lift batting left hooks into Ashley's ribs; shifting back onto right leg to reset behind those pesky jabs again. Madekwe sputtering in frustration - tapped and scuffed and knocked and thumped...Lachman setting down on the odd shot, but content to just touch and wear upon her foe for another round. Bell: oh that Lachman smirk...Ashley nearly bursting into tears at the smugness of it!

R6: Girls standing in UGG boots and slugging - glorious, slender-limbed, fur-mittened two-way buffetting as Dichen looks to close Ashley out. Lachman snarling as she carves short, palm-down hooks across Ashley's mouth, then tries for right uppercuts off the right plant-leg. Ashley teeth-bared, slap-chopping her right at Dichen's infuriating face; hooking hard for Dichen's chin or cheek; poking in jabs to set Dichen up. Midway through, trade in limber hooks goes Ashley's way and DICHEN'S DOWN! Blonde girl stunned on her buns, looking up all shocked with legs outstretched...seething little Ashley steps to Dichen's left flank and starts UGG STOMPING LACHMAN'S LEFT QUAD! Lachman screeching in protest...Ashley all enraged, tucking hair behind her ears as she's putting her right boot to good use, her satined backside shuddering with furious work. Ref pushes Ashley away for the scolding of a lifetime, but Dichen's truly stricken - overwhelmed by Ashley's outburst. Long delay in count sees Dichen to her feet in good order...ref waves Ashley on in and HAMMER AND TONGS! OH the face-punching two-way! Pretty exotics, just pushing in lefts and rights...rabbit-pelt mittens thump-skidding off cheeks and brows. Crowd roaring as girls slug each other groggy...suddenly, a tremor shimmies down Lachman's right leg...she's buzzed, stumbling forward in shock! Ashley keeps peppering - her lithe arms thrashing punches, elbows up high as she's walking Dichen into face-scrub and DICHEN'S DOWN AGAIN! Lachman sleep-walking into torment - she stumbles to all fours, sobbing on the spot, and ASHLEY'S LEANING IN TO WORK! Madekwe consumed with Dichen-hate, leaning in over Lachman's bowed head to whirl away palm-down lefts and rights to the offered hips and back...Ashley lathering/Dichen bawling until ref can pull enraged Madekwe away from behind!

In her corner, a furious Ashley tells her corner: "Stomped her thigh!"

Trainer: "Good lass: sit girl; drink."

R7: MORE SLUGGING! Slender girls tilting forward at each other, scrubbing away criss-cross left/rights in straight trajectories to one another's beautiful faces...it's just two exotics determined to slug the other to sleep! Dichen drives Ashley to ropes and falls in to clinch - both vixens spent, mouthbreathing/whining in one another's embrace until ref's break. Then it's more whirling mayhem - Dichen twisting on her hips to drift into lanky punches; Madekwe reeling along ropes, then firming to answer as Dichen stumbles forward. Glorious tumbling, sloppy action as both pairs of long, sleek legs tremble from exertion. Girls slapping as often as really getting good form on punches, but it doesn't matter: each just consumed with buffetting the other senseless. Lachman the more determined beauty, constantly at Ashley, scouring her along ropes...blonde girl continues to try for her brunette after bell, prompting referee intervention.

R8: More exhausted, slender-limbed, desperation whirling and lathering...girls just slugging each other off balance, walking each other down, walking into harm, blundering away in tears. Ashley feeding determined, shoving right hands into Dichen's ribs throughout - Lachman buckling under the thump, backing into ropes after a minute and a half of even competing. Ashley wading in, slashing rabbit-mittens left/right across Dichen's satined gut...Lachman cries out, sits in strands, hugging herself in torment, gets brushed upright via Ashley's lanky right uppercut. Dichen: dazed; hands stacked right atop left at her tummy, elbows out the sides. Ashley: POURING herself at staring blonde girl - a drifting right skids across Dichen's mouth; a skidding left, then Ashley's fallen in, pushing herself off Dichen, then pasting her anew! Dichen: sleepy, eyes glassy, body limp, sagging into ropes - she's just staring into punches, sighing groggily as Ashley belts her, then groaning under the weight of Madekwe when she falls in. Lying atop Dichen, Ashley pumps her arms to body - taking Dichen in tummy and trunks...blonde sits in ropes grunting; gets stacked up; now Ashley's pouring lanky crosses to face again and THE REF STEPS IN! Poor Dichen all knocked out in her UGG boots, slopping into the man's embrace. Ashley hooting, leeping about all gangly and excited - she's the TKO8 victrix over a hated exotic rival!

After: Dichen stunned, her gunslinger's eyes all puffy from Ashley's hungry work...Madekwe glowing in triumph when her hand is raised in formal verdict "I bullied HER!" Ashley emphasizes in postfight. "Look at her: battered and humbled! She tried to intimidate me at every turn, but it made me SO determined to beat her. NOW who's better, hey? Look at her and look at me. I RUINED DICHEN! Now I want Brook Nevin and Katie Cassidy - the sooner the better!"