BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on 2/19/2007, 7:19 am

Thanks to FightFan for this repost.

Before: Scott belligerent in prefight - using her cohorts Landry, Allen, and De La Garza to bully and intimidate Baccarin during prefight: Morena very resolute, chin up, standing her ground, refusing to let pack tactics get to her. "Ashley Scott is scared," Morena purrs at the podium, all poise and calm. "She's thirsty for victory - she knows what we're all saying about her behind her back, so I'll say it to her face: Ashley Scott isn't quality, she's trash." Scott fuming at her handpicked victim's refusal to play assigned role - Ashley determined to make an example of exquisite brunette. "I'm glad that Morena's pretty," Scott says at the mic. "It'll make carving into her worthwhile. Too many of these tomato can brunettes lie down and roll over when I walk to the ring - looks like this tramp wants to show me something before I have her." Scott: black bikini, small "Cat Paw" brand black gloves, long blonde curls. Baccarin: scarlet bikini, shoulder length black curls, small "Cat Paw" brand black gloves. Morena holding Scott's frosty glare throughout ring instructions: neither girl makes a move to touch 'em up.

During R1: Supple! Girls holding elbows in close, right hands tight to chests, left hands curled across flat tummies - swivelling hips, weaving/bobbing torsos as girls pivot and slide like silk scarves being trailed across marble tile. Sleek punches, whispering misses as early upper body elusiveness foils both vixens. Late the round, Morena doubles her jab, causing Ashley to dip to her right to slip it: Baccarin leans in oily, slinging a cool right cross off her chest to clout the taste out of Scott's mouth with the single clean connect of the round. Ashley dismayed, momentarily put wobbly butt: singular moment of triumph for Baccarin as she stalks to her right like a cat while Scott's forced to stagger awkwardly, looking shabby in comparison. Bell: Baccarin's dark eyes seek out Ashley's cold blue - tiny smile of feminine supremacy Morena to Scott has blonde smouldering en route to her corner.

R2: Similar sleek, willowy action. Legs limber, footwork sliding - bodies lissome, twisting, bending as both girls combine offense with supple defense. Hardly any flush contact - sinewy vixens leaning in and low, heads below waistlines - then easing back out of range in wide stances. Slick punching glancing off well turned shoulders or sighing through air as the girls present mirage-like defensive looks to each other. Down the stretch, Scott off her front (left) foot lashes a hook to Morena's midsection; shifts weight to back (right) foot to pull the hook across Morena's front; dips down to the right to slip Baccarin's hasty receipt, then; leans left and in, slinging an oily right cross to Morena's mouth, punching the brunette's face to the side. Gorgeous clout tossing Baccarin's head to starboard, lips pursed, eyes shut tight: Scott buckles Morena's legs, pays her back in kind as supple vixens trade sinuous power through 2.

R3: Succulent, sinewy action continues - girls doubling up jabs to find each other, then trying for lashing follow-on power shots - connect percentage creeping up as both girls start to find range, timing. Elegant fare - the kind of fistfighting Babylonian harem girls used to do centuries ago in the quest for seraglio-dominance, mimicking the movements of sand snakes. Neither girl hurt, but Morena's small right mitt digging in moist and loud to Ashley's hip and tummy - brunette lashing with vigour to her foe's body to earn just a smidge of separation in the third.

R4: Similar stuff - audience members mesmerized, feeling as though they should be lounging on pillows and eating peeled grapes as these girls dance and lick at each other. Both so daring defensively, willing to lean into the arc of each other's punches - faces so close to opposition tummies that belly buttons could be kissed. Whisking punches missing over top, punctuated by the odd tangy clap of leather on meat - neither girl able to land anything substantial to either chin. Morena again the more constructive, slashing her right hand triumphantly to Ashley's body and left side: Scott scowling, feeling bright pink bruises blossoming on her torso from Baccarin's silky touch.

R5,6,7: Ashley Scott turns it on, takes over the fight and separates herself from Morena in these rounds. Ashley opening up lithe - leaning her head far forward and sweeping wide lariat lefts or rights off her hips, scattering Baccarin backwards in wide-eyed disarray. Ashley taking advantage of Morena whenever brunette bends forward, lathering at the girl's tight lower back with illegal kidney pounding - small mitts thump-skidding off meat as ref barks warnings. In the sixth, Ashley uses her left arm to catch-and-trap Morena's right, then steps in and tucks a short, sexy right hand "PAK!" to sternum: Baccarin butt back, stricken face upturned as she gasps. Exquisite moment of hurt very apartment-like as Ash lets the fist linger on meat as Morena shudders in pain. Baccarin slowing - showing peek-a-boo face-in-gloves more often as Scott lathers and welts the flanks - sleek blonde advancing, stroking her girl with lanky, lascivious wallop. Bleak, moist look in Baccarin's eyes after 7: three straight shutouts for Ashley as blonde builds up tremendous momentum going into home stretch.

R8: Ashley's lavish, systematic shellacking of her opponent's torso and midriff pays off: Baccarin's stiffening, not as elusive, reactions slowing. Scott able to clip at her opponent's beautiful face - rangy right cross and gliding hooks - fists bouncing off skull or cheek, startling Morena, stunning her. Scott landing with more and more body weight behind her strokes - leaning in and sloshing sidearm rights in above Morena's left hip, crippling the brunette, parting her lips in agony. Scott catching Morena backing up, stepping-with and clapping right hands to Morena's mouth, or hooking her body and chin with a snap-snatching delivery. Constant leggy blonde pursuit too much: Morena down twice in the round from clean, smooth punches she never sees. Round finishes up with Baccarin slumping sadly against the ropes, face-in-gloves, getting lathered into stupor as Ashley pins ears back and lashes away to bell.

R9: Ashley a little arm-weary from her efforts, takes a round to circle and molest, picking and prodding at Morena from outside. Poor Baccarin! Left eye swelling shut, cut in her mouth - beautiful vixen all puffy and sore from the constant malicious touch of her foe. Ashley smiling malevolently, feinting Morena out of position, stooping to jab at the girl's body, then snatching hooks against her chin. In, out and around - Ashley content to control matters with supple legs, sampling Morena's tummy, tits and chin at will.

R10: Baccarin defiant: buttocks wobbling, legs shot, face puffy - but she's refusing to give Ashley satisfaction. Scott doesn't spare the lash, viciously stroking away sidearm lefts and rights to her foe's waist to put Morena ropeside, then squaring away to lather: blonde sleek, well-oiled as she puts the finishing touches to her foe. Morena bobbing sadly, elbows in tight, face in her gloves - every time she bends forward too low, Ashley cruelly scours the lower back SNIK-SNAK! Scott frowning, lips pursed as she exhales on shots - she's all limber extension, slinging and lashing her punches, recovering on the balls of her feet, drawing her fists back to her chest to reset before renewing her assault. Bell to bell Ashley - Morena brave, taking a pasting like a trooper - she makes it to the bell standing and immediately chests up on Ashley to let her hear it. Comes back UD10 Scott amidst a post-fight scuffle as Scott's cronies threaten to escalate on Baccarin.

After: Sensuous fight a succulent display of sinewy stealth boxing - Scott's experience prevailing, but these two haven't seen the last of each other. "I've just told my agent to sign Morena for an apartment wrestling bout in New York," a seething Scott tells reporters in post fight. "As bad as she got it tonight, she's gonna get it worse when I tear into her on carpet." Amen - sleek match up has a bright future as these two just can't keep their hands off one another.

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