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5 August 2011 Dichen Lachman vs Grace Park

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Posted by simguy on 8/5/2011, 8:25 pm

Before: "I think I'll call her DISGrace Park," Dichen smirks in prefight, following several slapping/shoving incidents between the two fighters. "She's rickety, shot - I look at her game and see a thousand ways to hurt her. Frontstreet bought high and they'll be selling cheap once I expose Grace for the wizened old hag she is!" Park bristling more at the tone of disrespect than the content: she's seething in rebuttal. "Dichen's targeting me, and that's fine," Grace says at podium, "but when she gets more than she wanted, I won't have any whining or bargaining from her. I don't ease up, Dichen - there's no place to hide or rest in the ring once I'm on you. I know a cheap shot hit and run artist when I see one, and I'm going to love tracking you down and using you up. And when you think it's not possible for you to suffer any more? That's when I'll start feeding you extra punches!" Lachman in pink bikini top; tawdry taupe velvet low-rise boy-leg shorts; small black work out mitts; hair in sleek blonde ponytail. Grace in bright royal blue H50 bikini; small pink work out mitts; hair up in twisty bun and bangs. SPECIAL REFEREE is "Fair and Balanced" Laura Vandervoort - no friend to exotiques traditionally, but generally thought of as possessing good judgement. Laura in midnight blue bikini top/white stretchy dance bottoms (boy cut); long blonde hair loose.

During R1: Dichen spritzing jabs in flicking bursts; changing levels, often dangling both hands to her knees as she's crouching. Grace: dukes up/elbows in - right alongside her chin; left slightly lower/extended for jabbing duty. Wide stances, both women - girls adjusting in and out with sliding steps. Gracie's pattern: chop-chop-chop with rights and lefts up the middle, then widening to lick and lather at Dichen's waist/hips - arms loose, relaxed, whippy. Dichen a puzzle - very bendy at the waist - showing an upjab off her knee; looping wide right hands out of the crouch, or suddenly forming up orthodox to step inside and dig lanky with Grace. Supple golden-brown, fat-free bodies constantly working to throw punches: flat tummies/toned ribcages dappling pink with tic-tac-toe punishment. Laura shouting the odd warning to Dichen: Lachman often chopping the knife-edge of her left hand atop Grace's right hip - hacking at Park with palm-up delivery: Dichen also frisky with raised elbows, frequently pushing off after punching her way in close. Down the stretch, rubbery Dichen right hand clouts Grace flush across the mouth; Dichen doubles the right to face; chops out an elastic straight left to jug; doubles the left into rangy hook across Gracie's mouth that has spellbound, backpedalling. Bell: Dichen making siamese-cat eye contact; Grace blinking, dazed after gobbling late power.

R2: Small glove jabbing: "PIK! PIK!" back and forth. Exotic faces struck stiff about the cheeks - both girls startled. Dichen leaning in - dragging that whiplash right wide to Grace's ribs - then jerking the fish-hook left uppercut to Park's solar plexus from the lead (left) plant-leg. Grace responding with the same whiplash leverage to Dichen's slender body - Park's punches whirling in from either side, her elbows in/palms up on delivery, turning over palm-down on follow through. Heavy, smiting body licks both ways sounding out "CHUP!" "CHUP!" - slender lasses generating murderous torque from wiry limbs. Glorious stuff - willowy exotiques never breaking off contact - both girls leaning in and out all bendy-backed, loose-armed, and rangy, letting small gloves do hard damage. Down the stretch, Dichen's chopping right/left at Gracie's waist, freezing her: Dichen bobs up into a sinewy left uppercut - picking Grace up all eye lashes a-flutter; Dichen shifts weight to right leg, cuffing bandy-armed hooks upside Park's right ear. Grace staring, rocked - Dichen executes a smooth pivot-counterclockwise, trailing her left hand along Park's belly to turn her, then kissing her a slicing right across the mouth! Mouthpiece shoots off Gracie's teeth as Park's head snaps right/left...she's mind-boggled! Grace helpless, staring: Dichen guts her a vicious, whip-slappy left to breadbasket, then arches her back to get the bolo right uppercut under Grace's chin! Park's long legs bennnnd deep at the knees...she stumbles backwards, rights herself woozy: Dichen walks her down, reaching both hands to clasp behind Gracie's head, pulling it forward and down while backing Park rump-first into ropes. KNEE TO THE RIBS - DICHEN ON GRACE! Crowd reacting in shock as Dichen proves a heartless witch - feeding Grace the hard ball of bone to the body as Laura moves in hot. Laura: "DICHEN! NO!" pushing Lachman back as Gracie's hugging herself.

Dichen: "You didn't say I couldn't knee her."

Laura: "NEUTRAL CORNER, YOU - NOW!"

Bell sounds to end the carnage: Grace cringing, tender ribbed on her stool as mechanics go to work.

R3: Grace shakes off punishment, raises tempo: it's a lanky limbed slugfest as both girls look to finish. Small gloves routinely chipping hard off beautiful faces, delicate brows...Asian lasses lumping up nicely as each finds the other clean. Both can get the jab home; Grace starting to slap-chop rights to Dichen's face, and both are lathering left hooks while planting on right legs. Down the stretch, Grace working just such a hook over and over, cuffing Dichen alongside her jaw...Lachman's legs give a shimmy and she finally breaks off, backing away to regroup. Grace flopping out the long, backhand left jab in pursuit; slopping the elastic right across Dichen's mouth, then licking her those clouting hooks off the right plant-leg...Dichen stumbles glassy-eyed into ropes, forming tight earmuff with elbows-in configuration. Park able to square away, lean in with her head and deploy both arms in whirling, lashing delivery behind Lachman's elbows: Dichen sitting in ropes, sobbing into her mitts as Grace gets to her. Bell: Park baring teeth, still tanning that gut...Laura forced to snuggle Grace up around the hips from behind to pull her off.

R4: Rangy, non-stop punching continues - Dichen determined to match Grace's miler's pace. Long yo-yo jabs seek each other out - landing on swollen faces with high, bright "PAK!" noises. Lashing body work torments both fat-free waistlines - the fighters leaning in, swaying side to side while licking home the harm. Laura shouting warnings as Dichen's left elbow comes up again - pushing off on Grace's neck or chest. Down the stretch - Dichen's wide left hook wraps around Grace's head, pulling it down; Dichen's right scoops in supple and low, plowing deep to trunks and belly. Park shouts in protest, knees buckling: Dichen scoop-licks another right to belly, then shifts to her right so she work in close. Dichen on Grace, going at her inside with lanky, rising lefts and rights - the CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! of digging mitts sounding out loud. Park spellbound, stooped forward...Dichen's just in there rangy, keeping her own hips back so she can take healthy cuts at Grace's breadbasket. Park finally able to clinch, her legs threatening to give way...and Dichen STOMPS GRACE'S LEFT FOOT! Grace crying out, suddenly lame: Dichen snarling - her right heel having scored on Grace's toes...Laura pulls the clinch apart, takes an overhand grip on either of Dichen's slender forearms and shouts "NO!" in Lachman's glaring face. Park given a moment to check out her foot...seems ok, so Laura lets it go on: lanky Asian beauties stroking and hacking away without mercy. Bell: Laura checks on Grace in the F-street corner - gets a cool reception. Both fighters really busting up - eyes all puffy and sore, ribs pink.

R5: Similar stuff - rangy, yo-yo jabbing and elastic power-punching - Dichen with a few extra bells and whistles, showing a variety of looks and levels; Grace boring in, looking to find the work-rate that Dichen can't match. Both fighters occasionally forming up earmuff to block, or bobbing at the waist to slip - but each girl landing about half of what she's throwing, thrilling the audience with the whippet-bodied mayhem. Down the stretch, Dichen's left hand pulls Grace's head down while that limber right licks viciously at sternum...Park groaning, legs shimmying on receipt - Dichen's able to reload, buggyslapping the right in behind Gracie's left elbow to catch kidney at bell. Laura moving in immediately to enforce the round's end: Park snarling "When are you going to make a call?" as smirking Dichen struts to corner.

R6,7: Grace ups tempo again...Dichen falls off the pace. Yo-yo double jabs chasing Dichen down - the first coming up short, the second spanking her punch-worn face "PAK!" Grace slinging right crosses off the shoulder, twisting lithely into the shots, clouting Dichen's chin aside...Lachman coming back groggy, her lips parted in stupor. Grace leaning forward to work the midsection - her arms drawing back, then shoving punches into Dichen's trim waist: small mitts bouncing tart off taut beef, keeping Lachman bunched up. Now it's Grace drawing warnings for pushing off with left elbow - Dichen groggily compliant, stumbling wherever Grace sends her - Park walking Dichen down and staying on her. Dichen answering in spots, but not turning punches over: she's slapping at Grace's ribs and face, taking hard, meanspirited licks in return. End of the seventh, that clapping, rangy left hook off the right plant leg clouts Dichen about the right ear, sending her sputtering to ropes: round ends as Grace's wading in with rangy intentions. Laura pushing slender golden-brown chests apart as Grace is looking to nose-up on fading Dichen: Lachman still too proud to turn away.

R8: Grace ups tempo AGAIN: Lachman tries to match it in spirited first minute slugging, then visibly falls apart thereafter. Grace just walking Dichen down, getting after her lanky - chop-chop-chop combos up the middle hacking at Dichen's sleepy face or bruised chest, then Gracie's opening up wide to paint the hips/waist of her foe. Dichen groaning, falling in to clinch...she's battered goods, stumble-bumming around, taking more and more punishment, reeling about the ring. Down the stretch - Dichen sleepy, her back to ropes, lips parted...Grace in wide stance, finding Dichen's mouth with a tapping jab, then driving in and down via straight right to midsection. Dichen ashen-faced, sitting crippled into ropes...she's helpless! Grace just pawing the left to Dichen's mouth, then arching her back to get the right uppercut off right plant leg: DICHEN'S ROCKED! Glorious uppercut puts Lachman all loose and ruined in ropes, her head lolling, hands dropping to her lap...Grace claps the insurance hook across Dichen's sleeping face; Laura tackles Park away as Dichen's slopping to her left to swoon face-first to canvas. KO8 Grace Park in rangy fashion.

After: Bit of tension in immediate aftermath as Park reacts to Vandervoort's belly in the ref's clinch...all sorted out as cameras take over midring. "Dichen's a blown up flyweight," says bantam/light Park in postfight, eyes little more than slits at this point. "She wasn't robust enough to fight the style of fight she chose, and I knew I'd get to her. She's tough and cheap - typical Aussie: I knew I'd have to work hard to use her up, but I've never been afraid of a little ring sweat. I'm glad she took a beating on her way out - she deserved it, and if she smarts-off again in my direction, I'll be happy to give her a second helping of hurt!"