Posted by Simguy on 8/24/2007, 12:17 am.

Before: Hathaway actually more familiar to European fighters than some of her American sisters: “Yeah, I’ve probably had more film-festival fights and yacht fights over there than I’ve had standard ring action over here.” Anne says in preflight. “I’m comfortable with what they do--how they approach the fights. Of course, I’ve seen Casta before and I’m anxious to test her out. I think she’ll try to boss me, at least early, and that’ll end in tears for her. I just want to catch her slugging: the rest will take care of itself.”

Casta nonplussed--well used to brash American talking tuff about Laetitia-busting. “I’ve seen Anne fight,” Casta confides, “She is like a big-boned Katie Holmes: ripe for the picking. She will fall--it is just a matter of when, and how much damage she is willing to take before she surrenders.

Hathaway in a jaunty bright blue bandeau bikini with neck-loop strap support; belted bottoms featuring white buttons; white gloves; hair in sturdy beach bun. Casta pretty in hot pink lace push up bra, pink swimsuit bottoms with large purple polka dots; white gloves.

‘Tish leans in to lightly kiss Hathaway’s cheeks--whispering “Slut,’ “Tramp” as Anne scowls, recoils.

During R1: Steady gun platform action: if Casta’s worried about Anne’s study physique, she isn’t fighting that way. Girls in strong, flat footed stances, jabbing heavily into chests and chins, hooking off the jab and falling into one another’s clinches. Stop and go rhythm as each tries to be the stronger--getting a body on and walking the opponent back before releasing. Casta a little cuter with her feet--more apt to turn Hathaway in the clinch; jab a little more educated and accurate. Casta landing a few beefy body shots, testing Anne’s fitness early.

R2: Casta buries a right hand deep to Anne’s tummy, doubling Hathaway over: Laetitia smiling as she embraces gutshot American. Anne hobbled hy the body shot all round long--she’s stricken, breathing hard, unable to get her punches off with zest. Casta jabbing for position, starting to deploy the short right hand in close; staying on the body, electing to fight Anne shoulder to shoulder for the most part.

R3: Girls trade right hands, come back hooks: CASTA’S KNEES BUCKLE! Laetitia stunned--feeling Hathaway’s heft--French vixen tilts forward, woozy behind her mitts. Anne suddenly upbeat--weight on right foot as she lets ‘Tish fall forward while hooking her ear, then hoisting the right uppercut thick to “Tisha’s tits. Chopping left hook hammers again at Casta’s ear; right uppercut thumps to jug; another right uppercut jerky off the first picks up Casta’s face. Laetitia wobbly butt, but answering: she catches Anne a hook to chin as Hathaway getting greedy, spoiling Annie’s own hook. More bumping trade as the women bang away while falling forward into each other--stumbling slugfest reels around. Hathaway baring her teeth, landing her first serious roundhouses punches to Casta’s waistline: Laetitia firming, answers back in kind, Glorious fat swings being taken as women lean forward, lap away big-girl to one another’s body to the bell.

R4: Annie catches Casta again during an exchange--clouting right hand to chin. Laetitia swooning, seeking comfort of ropes: she sags against ‘em, dukes at temples. Hathaway squaring away--thumping to tummy and waist, then curling short, hoisting punches up into Casta’s majestic rack. French girl gasping as American lands lusty to bra. Annie impressive here--getting her weight on Laetitia, using the shoulder to prop and bump: Casta suffering a good solid beat down as she covers up, stoops forward. ‘Tish answering back the odd heavy, thudding hook in Anne’s waist: pleasing, hamhanded rhythm as girls swap punches like they’re swinging sandbags against one another.

R5: Casta’s not backing off--Annie’s not backing off. Girls being very beefy with each other--some jabbing to range in or get initiative, but both basically rying to shoulder-up and swing heavy. Great meaty spank sounding out from opposing tummies as girls whack away to paunch--big sexy cuts being taken, each taking her turn plodding forward. Some clinching, but ref rarely has to break it up: girls are just boding up to push and get position--both want to stay busy. it’s close, but it’s probably Anne’s round by a smidge.

R6: Slow-paced, heavy-handed slogging--girls happy t lie in mouth-on shoulder, walking each other around and working those tummies. Both girls help themselves to rack whenever the other’s getting a little complacent--beefy, shrugging, clouting lefts and rights tidying up every scrap of jugg, Annie managing to come forward just a touch more often--Casta finding it hard to hold canvas against determined American advances.

R7: Casta slowing, lips pouting--she’s visibly drained, looking a little punchy. Anne walking through Laetitia’s body blows and answering back with thudding vigor: American lass taking it to the French girl, backing Casta to ropes. Second minute--Laetitia’s back to cables, earmuff guard--she’s relaxing, laying against ropes, leaning and bending her torso as Anne clubs away to flanks and arms, Tish taking 3 and 4 pounding blows out wide, but lacing firm, sudden and very short left uppercuts to her foe’s midsection: Annie starting to feel it, grimacing at Casta’s ripping touches. Down the stretch--Casta curling a tight right uppercut to Anne’s overhanging chin, buzzing Hathaway’s knees: quick sidestep-and-push from Casta reverses position. Casta suddenly on top-feet wide--wide, strapping hooks taking Anne on her paunch; chopping, tomahawk rights hack down on Hathaway’s left ear. Annie in stupor--tilting forward in gutshot paralysis--absorbing the blows to her jaw and HATHAWAY GOES DOWN!! Anne lurching face first to canvas, sprawling at Casta’s feet--it’s KO7 in bone-jarring fashion--’Tish Casta.

After: Laetitia staggering away from the wreckage--maybe only a few punches away from oblivion herself. ‘Tish electing to fight Anne’s pace and style--and beating her at it: methodical give and take proves a crowd-pleaser, if not trainer-pleaser.

“I anted to show her that there is strong and then there is strong,” a battered, but upbeat Casta says in post fight, “She slugged, I slugged, and she collapsed. Sometimes, that is all you need to do.”

Reposted by Archer 1/21/11.