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Posted by Simguy 11/21/2003, 6:41 pm.

Before” Classy Top 10 match up,. Risky fight for both girls, both showing guts, confidence In breezing through negotiations to make this thing happen. “I’ll hurt her,” purrs Krista in preflight. “I want Laetitia to be my Rachel Sy6evens, a real signature beat down. I’m not going to lie to you: I mean to make Laetitia suffer.” Casta beaten by Garner, but pundits not focusing on that loss. “Laetitia’s really improved the last few fights,” notes one scribe, “putting punches together, better conditioning, better killer instinct. She’s tightened up offensively and punching to the body better than she ever has. Allen’s got the most dangerous single punch in this fight, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see Casta be the more consistent pro.” Krista in red bikini, Laetitia in royal blue bikini, white fleur de lys print, Steamy stare down--Krista right in Laetitia’s face, nostrils flaring.

During R1: Midway through, Casta tastes that lightning left uppercut of Krista’s--Allen just stepping in sudden, catching Casta clean and putting French rump on hard canvas. Bruising mop up as Laetitia takes a wonky 8, set up hurt at the ropes--Krista helping herself early and often to the hefty weight of Laetitia’s jugs at the bell.< Casta all woozy and shabby--Allen looking up at her through her eyelashes, sniffing at Laetitia’s hurt until the ref pulls her away by her arm.

R2: Krista boxing beautifully, spearing jab spreading Laetitia out, Allen using the ring. Casta showing terrific resiliency in shaking off the clout she took in the first--she’s cutting off the ring, negotiating Krista to the corners and beating her relentlessly to the body. Laetitia with some serious thumping work to the ribs and waist, snapping her fists off Krista’s taut flesh, bringing ‘em back tight to her own chest to reload. Allen looking dishelmed--Casta doing robust body work to win the round.

R3: Krista prettying it up midring, doubling upo the jab head and body, keeping Castya at the end of the punch. Laetitia’s got skills too--anticipating and fading the jab, hooking with Krista, jabbing Allen back. Looks a drawn round until the final moments--Allen storming forward with shivering straight rights and vicious hooks--Casta ripped by half a dozen blistering connects get put hard to the ropes. Allen pounding away with right hands up into the body at rhe bell while resting her left lightly on Laetitia’s upper back--Casta guard forward, trying to blunt the bludgeoning.

R4: Casta boxing Krista to a standstill miring--jab for jab, move for move, clearly frustrated Allen who expects to dominate outside. ‘Titia able to close distance and get to Krista’s ribcage--rich, thick, snatching blows hunch American up--Allen’s clinching by the bell, slowing French romp.

R5: Casta pounding back Krista’s face with a spiteful jab, chasing Allen to ropes and Laetitia’s going to work. Bell to bell, heartless, constant punching from an icy-calm ‘Tish. Laetitia able to crowd, using her propping lefty elbow, dip and snap her fists off Krista’s trembling, firm body. Digging work to achy belly meat, Doubled up hooks and right hands in behind the elbows, Krista slouches forward? Casta fights off the clinch, pancaking Allen’s tits with short, curling blows. Furious, but controlled, non-stop punching adds up in Krista’s long, strong legs--beautiful brunette sinks groaning to all fours--Casta stepping back from hard work, blowing hair out of her eyes as she stars down.

R6: Allen running, eyes giving her away: I’m afraid, I’m hurt, I don’t want anymore. Casta hunting her girl down with economical footwork, jab, straight right hand hemming the mobile American into corners, then Casta goes to work. That awful, short delivery--Casta bending her knees, snapping a tight left off battered body, bringing the fist back to her chest, dipping to the right to get off on that side, deadly body commitment crippling Allen, leaving her ramshackle, sitting in the ropes--Casta’s punches migrating to chin as Allen’s defence crumbles. Kris pushing punches back, but getting POUNDED in return--face lumping up--only a matter of time till accumulation puts her on her knees once again, tears welling up, belly shuddering in and out witth gasping breaths. Casta staring down, taking it in until ref pushes her back: she’s eating Allen up and loving it through 6.

R7: Third shutout in a row and this things getting out-of-control ugly. Allen’s lips trembling, hands extended as she slides along the ropes, trying to push Casta off--French girl pressing the pace, stepping with Allen, staying on that body with withering, strapping power punches. Laetitia spreading it around, beating Krista’s breasts with impunity, snatching her back and flanks as the brunette tilts forward. Casta pounding her way past Krista’s drifting guard up top, spinning Allen’s head, picking up her face tight uppies. At the bell--Casta just standing up strong, shoving right hands over and over into Krista’s throbbing gut as Allen slumps forward, unable to stop it.

R8: 4^th shutout in a row--Krista’s a broken, blubbering shell of the proud beauty who began the fight. Casta’s just walking Kris down, still jabbing like a pro to close, then bodying up to press Allen to the ropes, prop her for the work. Same brutal, constant bombardment, Tish getting her legs and back into the compact, licking strokes, beating her girl numb to the body, cleaning up her head just to be thorough. Allen sputtering along the ropes, clinching weakly but being beaten back, stacked up, punished for it. At the bell, Casta’s just snuggled in tight, head on Krista’s shoulder, shoving it up on the brunette p punch her protesting belly with both hands,. That’s it--that’s enough for Allen--she gives it up on her stool,. Unable to continue after a savage 8 round beating. TKO8 Laetitia Casta.

After: Casta showing the clinical, coldblooded form that dismantled Molly Sims a couple fights back--buxom, athletic Krista simply walked down and subjugated by a frightful, relentless barrage of French cannon. Allen getting the best of it early, outboxing Laetitia, nailing her the trademark left uppercut, but Casta took it, stayed with the program and simply ground down a very creamy lightweight name. Expressionless Casta struts over to a sobbing Krista in the aftermath, hauls Allen off her stool, shoves her chest first into her corner and props her left leg in the ropes. Casta pulls Krista’s hair back off her tear-stained face, smoothing it behind her left ear, leans in hands on American hips, mouthing taunts in moist whispers from point blank range. Whatever she’s hissing breaks Allen down entirely--her whole body shuddering with great, wracking sobs.

Reposted by Archer 2/7/13.