PARTIAL REPORT

Posted by Simguy on 2/2/2007, 5:48 am.

Lacey in white Maxim opush and pantuies
Virginie in mauve string bikini

UD1o Ledoyen

When Virginie Ledoyen signed to fight Lacey Chabert, the former knew she’d have to box the latter, and to do that, French fists would need to get American respect from the get-go. Virginie went out and got that respect, boxed the best technical fight she’s ever crafted, then hung on as the JMD-hardened Chabert made a heroic late bid to upset Ledoyen’s apple cart.

‘Ginie didn’t have any trouble finding Lacey with right hands--the French woman stroked away crosses with a flowing, slinging abandon, leaning I and cracking Chabert across the chin, then hopping to the right with a haughty little smirk as Lacey baby-stepped with hurt. Well ahead on the cards, and staggering the stocky American if not dropping her--Ledoyen settled into what she assumed would be a fight-winning rhythm outside: nice, wide stance; stiff jabs; constant lateral movement. Chabert appeared shopworn and unsure of herself--badly stung and frequently embarrassed as her supple European foe dominated from long distance.

But Lacey Chabert has grown as a fighter over the last year, and although outclassed through 5, she refused to let herself give in,. Encouraged that she has taken the very best Virginie had to offer, Chabert began to walk her girl down, winging hard lefts and rights from a walking barrage and constantly pressurizing Ledoyen around the ring. In the 7th, Chabert finally found the range with a booming overhand right, sending Ledoyen to the ropes in a fog. The sumptuous follow up beat down showed Lacey at her jiggling best, shoveling on the harm with both hands as a traumatized Virginie Ledoyen sponged it up rag doll on the apron. Now it was Ledoyen’s turn to show heart: she had dominated territorially much of the night, had fought well with the lead--now with Lacey surging, a gutty Virginie Ledoyen dug in and slugged out one of the toughest rounds of her career in brutal toe-to-toe action midring. Virginie won the ninth, battering Lacey and backing her up--but it would prove an extravagance that Ledoyen could ill afford.

In the 10th, Chabert’s buxom wrath would overwhelm the exhausted French vixen, sending Virgi8nie to the canvas under a bludgeoning rain of lefts and rights, Blubbering on her back, all hut out, Virginie Ledoyen summoned unguessed courage and pulled herself back from the brink of quit--somehow regaining her feet and swaying pathetically at the ropes as an incredulous ref issued 8. Mouthbreathing and shabby herself, Lacey blinked back tears of frustration and pushed her way into the dregs of Ledoyen, shoving tired punches into the girl’s trembling tummy and slumping breasts from pancake-close range. At the bell, Chabert was still plugging right hands into Virginie’s body with a listless pumping motion--poor Ledoyen too spent to do anything but soak. Battered beyond recognition, Virginie Ledoyen nonetheless found the wherewithal to finish the fight on her feet, thereby preserving victory.

Reposted by Archer on 12/7/10,