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23 October2010 Laetitia Casta vs Cassidy Freeman

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Celebrity Boxing After Dark

Posted by simguy on 10/23/2010, 11:55 am

Before: "Not making any excuses," Cassidy says of her 0-4 pro start, "but I've been put in double-tough. Big, strong girls - some of 'em welterweights - all of 'em solid pros...and here I am right back in with another hall of famer. Difference is - 'Tish Casta's taken a lot more punishment than the other girls I've faced. If I can get to her, she could be tailor made for me, 'cause if her body's battle-weary, it's about to get a whole lot more tired!" Casta the consummate have-gloves-will-fight old pro: she's gunned down many a newcomer looking to take her name. "Cassidy is what she is," Laetitia shrugs, "a thick, unremarkable, second tier slugger. Hard puncher no question, but lacking in class. Laetitia Casta c'est formidable: Cassidy must suffer." Cassidy in lavender push up and panties; black gloves; black shoes/white socks rolled down; hair in messy gymrat ponytail. Tish as per her profile photo on the wiki:

http://fcbahistory.pbworks.com/Laetitia-Casta

Black gloves; white shoes/white socks rolled down; hair long/loose.

During R!: Casta being big-girl smooth - jabbing into Cassidy's guard; leaning in to palm her shoulders; turning her, pushing her off. Casta muscling in thick, single-shot right hands to firm Freeman gut: Cassidy hunching forward behind her mitts, sponging up thump. Casta tying up, walking Freeman around; pushing Cassidy behind either elbow to turn her. Slow, supple, heavy handed stuff from an old pro: Freeman getting off in spots, but basically a witness to excellence through 1.

R2: Freeman told to "jab-with" - she executes like a robot: right at her cheek as she stamps out rude lefts against Casta's upperchest. Tish jabbing back, sidestepping left, looking smooth, calm in contrast to Cassidy's tense, hunched look. Freeman able to cut off the ring, leaning forward to carry heavy right hands into Casta's gut: Tish punched to ropes - she forms earmuff - rolling her torso as Freeman squares up. Muscular bombardment laid down: Cassidy squared up Lilly-style - head lowered, hands collected at her chest as she switches her shoulders side to side, clubbing short-stroke left/rights off Casta's creamy waist. Cass showing her strength - rudely shoving Casta upright in her shoulders to reset her ragdoll against ropes: bruising shove and slug effectively shuts French artiste down through 2.

R3: Lesson learned: Casta roaming to her right, keeping her back well-clear of ropes. Relaxed up-jab off the hip from Casta - sprucing Freeman up: Cassidy bobbing/weaving/blocking with both hands, trying to worm her way inside. Easy, sliding rhythm from Casta - working counter-clockwise; shifting weight to front (left) leg to ply Cassidy with jabs/left uppercuts; easing weight to right leg to pull left hooks across, or walk Cassidy into short right uppercut-pumps. Freeman stubbornly forward - but when she's close - Casta snuggles her up head-and-left-arm for ref's breaks. Classic punch-n'-clutch: just one of the many techniques in Casta's vast arsenal.

R4: Freeman pushing forward - POUNDING rich, thick strapping blasts across Casta's waist...but that's all over after the minute mark. Brutal beating - Tish to Cass - from there: Casta getting off with eyes narrowed, lips pursed as she serves up shellack. Right cross smooth and strong over Cassidy's left shoulder - turning her chin aside. Left hooks clapping and clouting paunch. Clobbering rights humbling rack; clipping left hooks bouncing off right temple. Cassidy a stumbling wreck - eyes glazed, lips parted - she staggers under the weight of shot, bounces off ropes, wanders into corners, but note those strong legs: Freeman takes a terrible beating, but won't take a knee through 4.

R5: Casta breathing hard: bid to end it last round has her punch-weary. Cassidy ALL busted up and disheveled, but she wades on in, bodies Casta to ropes, gets to work. Big, booming, 3 punch pumping series plow at Casta's gut, putting a grimace on her face, forcing her to clinch. Tied up, Cassidy refuses to wait on the ref: she's wriggling in the grasp, squirming to undo the knot and tuck leather into meat. Casta groaning, pushed and stacked against ropes as she struggles to hog-tie her redhead: Cassidy throwing left shoulder into tits when she can't free up her hands - anything to apply pressure. After ref's breaks - Cassidy's right back on the body - heaving home the shellack - shoulders all hunched, torso dipping side to side as she bounces fists of plush meat. Bell: Casta open-mouthed, hanging on - really feeling her girl to the belly.

R6: Casta with the up-jab...roaming to her right...Freeman insistently forward, but cautious - gloves at her cheeks as she weaves her torso. Casta luring Cassidy into screened right hands, then licking back rising hooks: vicious, succulent stuff strapping Freeman, checking chin and body both. Down the stretch - pair of straight, sidearm lefts bat at Cassidy's breasts, knocking her into ropes: Casta lunging in with a HUGE right cross - tosses Cassidy's head hard to starboard as redhead reclines on ropes. Freeman slobberknocked, but legs refusing to give way again: Casta frowning in confusion at her foe's stubborn resistance.

R7: Patient persistence of Cassidy Freeman. Tummy to tummy, she walks Casta to ropes, wrestles her down, then squares away to work. Freeman blunt, brutal out of the crouch - dipping side to side to curl short, clubbing lefts and rights against proud tummy, full arms, haughty breasts, shiny flanks. Casta sullen, looking gassed: mouth's open, eyes haggard as she rolls in the pocket. Casta's left across her tummy/right palm-out at left cheek - she's dipping and rolling, trying to take away her torso as Cassidy systematically slams away. Casta occasionally clinching, sinking into ropes with Freeman upon her: Cassidy convulsing herself into Casta, crushing a shoulder or forearm across those breasts, compressing the air out of the clinching French woman. Tough minutes for Tish Casta: she's punished, mouthbreathing at bell as Cassidy pushes off all sweaty big-girl, looking fresh and ready for more 'Tish.

R8: Steady, relentless, clobbering pressure and beefy body-on-body belligerence visibly breaking Casta down this round. When Tish clinches, Cassidy happy to be embraced, bracing her forearms against Casta's breasts and mauling her until Tish whines/releases. When not clinched, Cassidy's workmanlike - processing belly, bicep, jug with the same side to side pounding rhythm - just bouncing her mitts off fading French vixen. Freeman pushing Casta off by her shoulders, stacking her up: Tish ragdolled, head lolling as she falls apart. Final minute - two knockdowns: no one punch doing it - Cassidy just bashing away until Laetitia wilts to all fours. Sad sight at the bell: battered Tish hugging her body, sagging in ropes, staring in awe at Cassidy's wide, white back as Freeman's stalking away.

R9: Steady beat of Cassidy Freeman's fists on Laetitia Casta's torso. Blunt, bludgeoning, blacksmith-stuff: Freeman not fancy, just relentless - breathing through pursed lips as she grunts and gives 'er all with either hand. Laetitia swaying/twisting/turning in the pocket - face blank, eyes hollow...curvy thighs quivering as she sits in ropes and takes. Tish sobbing out when flush leather claps against full bicep/meaty breast or belly - Cassidy silent except for her grunts of effort, pushing and slugging. No more clinches from Laetitia: she can't bare to move her protective arms away from throbbing body - she's just a buxom target at this point. Two more late knockdowns as Casta's legs give way, dropping her panting/whining to all fours.

R10: Tish Casta's eyes blank: 100 plus fight veteran knows the score - she settles in at ropes, stooping forward face-in-gloves/elbows tight to her body as Freeman wades in. More brutal shove-and-slug: Cassidy pushing Tish upright, then slamming away - Freeman's strong back all shiny under the lights, muscles bunching up as she strains for power. Thick thumping noises off fleshy impacts - Cassidy just numbing Casta now - reducing her to rubble. Casta's arms useless - she's just crossing them against her body, or covering up her face. Late the round, Casta turns her right side into ropes, exposing left flank: CAssidy able to drill in a gruesome straight right in behind French left elbow, cratering the lat-beef, buckling Casta's legs. French girl shows pride, refusing to go down, but it's a lengthy, brutal ride to the bell. UD10 Cassidy Freeman.

AFter: Freeman beaming: she's off the schneid at last. "It feels great," Freeman gushes in postfight. "She was tricky early - still has a lot of power - but I knew once I got on her, that she wouldn't last. Actually, I thought I'd stop her, but Laetitia Casta's got pride: I beat her like a rug and she wouldn't give in!" Casta not looking so proud on her stool: French heroine looking bleak, frazzled in defeat. Retirement rumours surfacing in the wake of this sustained beatdown.