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26 February 2010 Angie Everhart vs Stacy Keibler

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Posted by simguy on 2/26/2010, 5:35 pm

BEFORE: "God - what is her DEAL?" Stacy says in response to Angie's "I hate Keibler" media campaign. "I hate these scraggy old coogs who used to be pretty about a thousand years ago - coming back and trying to get famous again by stirring up crap. I'll bust Angie up - that's a promise - and send her back to whatever old-folks home she escaped from!" Angie unrepentant about the campaign - she hates Keibler on principle. "I hate all these dumb wrestling ditzes who take FCBA spots away from real celebrities and beauty-professionals," Angie grumbles in prefight. "The best thing Cindy Crawford ever did was try to beat Torrie Wilson out of boxing - I wish more girls had answered her call to arms back then. Well: now I've got Keibler where I want her, and I'm gonna get 'er done!" Stacy in bright blue bikini with bra style top; white gloves; loose, straight blonde hair. Angie in purple-with-black-stripe tiger print push up bra top; boy cut bottoms of the same stamp; black gloves; auburn hair loose n' tangly.

During R1: Stacy one of the busiest of welterweights: she starts touching Angie up at a trip-hammer pace. Left-right up top, occupying Angie's raised guard; stroking hook across the abdomen - Stacy with weight on left (front) leg, leaning in and getting off. Stacy steps out, legs to her right, jabs her way back in: spicy right/left spanks loud off Angie's firm waist...Stacy jabbing as she disengages, knock-knocking at pate. Keebs changing directions, extending on shots, moving her hands. Angie turning, scowling - takes her two minutes to get timing/range on her own jab, but she's gobbling 2 to get 1 at that point.

R2: Stacy still frisky - feinting Angie into earmuff - leaning forward to crank hook to body, hook to body - dipping the left shoulder a smidge deeper and SNAPPING a tart left uppercut tangy off sternum. Barely noticeable cringe from Angie, but she's hurt, cramping up behind her mitts: Stacy's eyes light up as she jerks exploratory left uppercuts into Everhart's raised guard. Right hand pounds into guard; another left uppercuts: blonde punching redhead defences apart to finally land on face...Angie has to withdraw. Leggy blonde pursuit - Stacy walking Everhart down - strapping her tummy hooks; strafing across long right hands; pumping an effervescent stick. Angie's strong legs serve her well, but Keibler's activity starting to get rewarded as redhead lumps up nicely.

R3: Stacy in forward aspect - weight on left leg; right heel up off canvas; right loose at chest, left a-pumpin'. Jabs pounding Everhart's prepared defences, then stabbing down into her body. Hooks rip away ribs - Stacy pivoting-left around gorgeous licks. Jagged left uppercut snatch tart off bodkin, or scrape guard - usually setting up piercing right hand to pound in between Angie's mitts. Everhart turning, getting torched: by the final minute, she's starting to step in her own jab, but still can't get anything else off. Bell: Angie's left eye puffing up nicely; Stacy sees it, giggles - she's delighted.

R4: Stacy in forward aspect, just RIPPING Angie left hands to the body. OH those ribs, OH that waist - Stace dippin' and snatchin', bringing her mitt back hot. Angie tight lipped, grunting on receipt: hands up at temples as she stoically faces-in, sponging up a shellacking downstairs. Keebs shifting to her right, getting an angle for sidearm buggy-whip rights to Angie's ribs/flank; Keebs also setting her long body to drive in spearing straight rights palm-down into Angie's midsection. Everhart rattled throughout a dreadful middle minute: Stacy just driving in off back off, pounding into/snatching at her girl. Bitter retreat late as Angie can no longer hold canvas: blonde girl taking canvas with long strides, smiling sunny.

R5: Wear and tear adding up: Stacy's friskiness to the body loosening Angie up - blonde starting to pound at beautiful redhead features this round. Jabs; banging right crosses; swinging palm-down hooks: Stacy's penetrating, getting good head-jostle on a sluggish Angie E. Everhart wobbling in her stance, staggering: Stacy walking her down, leaning in, deploying that limber left hand to continually tax redhead midsection after every retreat. Down the stretch - Angie trying to punch-with but getting caught: she guzzles a Keibler right cross; left uppercut; then an insurance right as she's toppling to her right, punched to her glutes near the bell. Angie busting up, left side of her face sore and puffy: Stacy all dancing eyes, girlish grins on her stool for break.

R6: Angie finally jabbing-with, punching Stacy's mouth: redhead disrupting blonde timing long enough to close, clinch. Angie walking Stacy to ropes, working her in close: tidy right/lefts beat the abs; shoulders/elbows work the chest. Stacy grimacing - wiping Angie to one side with both hands while stepping to the other - blonde looking to disengage. Keibs walking Everhart into the odd punch, but Angie has her girl disorganized - veteran finding ways to turn the ring into a bar-room. Bell: Angie with a cheap right hand in the chops at ropes late: Keebs whining in protest.

R7: Angie able to drop her first good right hand off the jab, turning Stacy's chin: blonde takes it well, but legs away to regroup. Fighting along the ropes as Angie pursues: Stacy trading, loping away thereafter. Midway through, Angie attacking...she runs into Stacy's gouging left uppercut to midsection, cramping Everhart up in earmuff. Stacy: drops her right foot back a smidge; jab/right hand off Angie's guard; RIPPING left loud to breadbasket, winning a tight cry from Angie's lips. Another left digs at Angie's body, then Stacy touches left-hand knuckles to body before STRAPPING a withering buggywhip right to Angie's ribs. Sob of pain, Angie E: knees buckle - she gives away, staggering to ropes. Stacy hopping-to frisky - gambling on a running lead right hand to POUND Angie's head back over top rope. Everhart in swoon, defenceless: Stacy arches her back into a crunching left uppercut, swiveling Angie's head, cutting off power to her legs. REDHEAD DOWN! Everhart collapsing - bouncing off knees to sprawl belly down at Stacy's feet. KO7 in hard-working fashion, Keibler.

After: Stacy squealing like a flyweight, removing gloves, then quickly reaching under Angie to bull her moaning onto her back. Blonde legs scissor up redhead right arm; Stacy's hands gripping white knuckle at Angie's left wrist as blonde slides across cross-body. Everhart's KO'd face stricken, lips quivering off teeth, head back in canvas, chin up...her feet push at canvas, her hips gulp and buck, trying to dislodge rangy Keebs, but it's no go. Stacy loving it - tossing her head head-banger style in spots; grinning over her left shoulder at Angie's agonized expression. Everhart writhing, but she's all KO'd, stretched out, and exhausted - she can't extricate herself. Officials eventually group above Stacy, pulling at her thighs, shoulders, and hips like a bunch of guys trying to lift an anaconda.