Posted by Simguy on 12/31/2004, 5:51 am.

Before: Hard feelings from the Baywatch era unresolved—Yas/Ledford with plenty of meanspirited rounds against one another—it’s a pretty chilly dais in prefight. Bleeth chubby and smooth, coming in soft at 120 and hasn’t has much in the way of paying ring gigs in the last couple of years—Brandy’s definitely in better ring shape. “Not my fault if butterball can’t lay off the bon-bons,” shrugs Brandy when asked to comment of Bleeth’s weight issues. “Two chins, one chin—it’s not going to make any difference when I get these (presents dukes).” Bleeth in white/black tiger print two piece, off-the-shoulder top—Ledford in neon orange bikini.

During R1: Bell to bell, Yas working Brandy over in the Ledford corner. Brandy staying compact, right at her left cheek, left across her gut, keeping close to Bleeth. Yasmine keeping her cheek in close to Brandy’s left shoulder—hooking Ledford to waist and right hip, clouting her hooks on the right ear, clubbing rights to the shoulder and back. Yasmine keeping it tight n’ tasty, bumping and pushing Ledford into the ropes, staying on top ofg her, putting punches together at a workmanlike pace. Bell—Brandy pursing her lips in contempt for Yasmine’s efforts—Bleeth bouncing back to her corner upbeat, taking a good deal of Ledford torso in the first.

R2: :Ledford meeting Yas midring—both girls chop-thrusting hard, stubbing jabs, then sliding in close to mix it up shoulder to shoulder. Jugs for sale, both pais—Baywatch vets pulling tidy hooks across bulging racks, jerking right uppies into sullen bosom. Brandy imposing herself as girls trade, then stepping Yasimine back—Bleeth hunkering down, giving game inside, but clearly being outworked. Final minute, girls swatting and snatching to each other’s waist in sweaty confines and LEDFORD GOES DOWN! Both come off the body with short-arm hooks, Yas wins the race and sits Brandy down to roaring crowd approval. Ledford up quick, cheeks flushed: Yasmine’s still got those sneaky-quick mitts—Bleeth all smug and satisfied in neutral corner.

R3: Shoulder to shoulder bump n’ dig, swat n’snatch—girls working hard swapping touches jug and tummy. Brandy gradually separating herself: harder shots, cleaner shots, extra shots—Yasmine grudgingly giving ground to the ropes, stops punching back halfway through. Ledford stepping up the pace—doubling up her hooks body and head, cuffing and bludgeoning Yas—Bleeth starting to soak up hard sock, crossing her arms, sucking wind already. Brandy getting off in clusters, then palming her girl off, looking her over, then driving in close to pack the right hand firm to gut, hooking away from there as groaning Bleeth wilts forward. Yas breaking down badly—punches bashing and skidding off her shoulders, chest, tummy and chin—crowd starting to squeal in expectation\ as those curvy thighs start to quake. Final moments—teary-eyed Bleeth sinks to her knees, blowing hard through pursed lips and it’s OVER! Bleeth shaking her head “No” up at the ref as she sits back on her haunches—Ledford lifting her mitts and strutting the KO3 victrix.

After: Bleeth showing those cute hands at close quarters, but clearly not toned the way she wants to be—Ledford’s punching really demoralizing her old nemesis this time out.. “I always know how I’m going to do against Yasmine when I see her on the scales,” shrugs Brandy. “If she’s soft, I’ll have my way. If she’s light and tight, I know I have to buckle down. I just let her spend her money in the first and had my way with her—could have beaten her with one hand tucked into the back of my trunks!”

Reposted by Archer 2//4/10.