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9 April 2004 Lisa Hartman Black vs Cheryl Ladd

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years ago

PARTIAL REPORT

Posted by Simguy on 4/9/2004, 9:39 am.

Cheryl in red and white striped bikini
Lisa in black bikini top, gold bottoms

Site: Mandalay Bay Resort Poolside

KO5: Lisa Hartman-Black

Cheryl Ladd’s enjoyed a bit of a resurgence thanks to “Las Vegas:--still has those strong legs and almost mythical “Charlie’s Angels” pedigree--she’s been active poolside lately, usually fighting 3 round exhibitions and looking pretty food doing so. Lisa Hartman most famous for marrying Clint Black after “Knot’s Landing”, but this busy-mitt blonde was once of the most dangerous dark horse little women on the circuit, and bettor’s favourite--but she left it a soundly beaten woman.

For four rounds, they may as well have locked these girls in a go-go dancer’s cage to fight-both proved anxious to close, snuggle-in and let her hands go in busy bursts tits, tummy and chin. While neither girl has the hand speed they once possessed, this was pleasing trade at a brisk clip--woman taking turns lighting each other up with 3 and 4 punch clusters, With both throwing and landing about the same amount of leather, both equally successful in backing the other to the ropes and working the opponent over, both working the body consistently (often with mouthwatering multiple hooks up and in),it only became apparent in the fifth round, which of the aging beauties was being steadily ground down.

Early in the fifth--Lisa’s hook was tearing up Ladd’s belly, then clouting her ear, turning up and under to nip the chin in a tight curl--Ladd’s face showed her fatigue and disappointment: she was breaking down. It all started to snowball--Hartman trading forward, know lustily clubbing right hands upside Ladd’s head, hooking her ribs and tits, mauling her along the ropes, Cheryl’s stubborn defense drooped--punches banged off her face and body and she was no longer taking them well--cringing on impact, not punching back, Under a volley of blistering criss cross lefts and rights, a woozy Ladd sat spellbound in the ropes, hands at her stomach--giving Lisa carte blanche to pound away on face. Ref stepped in, crowd groaned in sympathy--and Cheryl Ladd was huddled away ro safety, leaving a grinning, still-shapely Hartman to strut under the desert sun.

Reposted by Archer 1/21/11.