Posted by simguy on 5/6/2005

Before: Two-tiered weigh-scale brought out of mothballs to get a separate reading on respective racks - buxom lasses eager to tuck into each other and jugs are definitely on the menu. "I'm bigger," says a very confident Chabert in prefight, "and better. Christina can't go jug for jug with me all night - I'll batter her and she knows it. My only concern is whether I'll be able to track her down - I think Ricci's gonna turn rabbit in this fight when she sees what I'm bringing!" Ricci the favourite - she scoffs at the notion of running from Lacey C. "Has Lacey ever won a fight?" Chrissy asks all innocent. "Seriously - I really want to know. I just hope she can give me rounds - she practically REEKS of quit and I'm worried I won't get the work in. I've got Dani-busting power in both hands - that's way too much for Lacey." Ricci in soft black velvet push up and panties, long black hair from Cursed - Lacey in tawdry pink cropped T-shirt, twist tied between the breasts, over hot pink bikini.

During R1: Chabert baring her teeth, reaching way back with the right and STUFFING it into Ricci's jugs - Chrissy grunting, hands at her temples as she steps back - Lacey steps-with and crams another big bashing right in there. Walking barrage - Lacey trudging into Chrissy's chest, beating her length of the ring, riding guard into her shoulders to stack her up at the ropes and GOING TO TOWN! Lacey in there tuff - bumping that belly, reefing up into jumping jugs - Chabert's tanned arms just a-pumping as poor Christina slumps into the ropes. Sign of maturity - Chabert feels herself getting a little wild, dials it back just a smidge: she's grinding her forehead on Ricci's, slowing the pace, getting good snappy leverage on her body shots. Chrissy stunned, stooped forward, dukes at her jaw, elbows protecting her throbbing jugs - she's rubbed, bumped and belted raw to the bell. Chabes all grins as she skips back to her corner.

R2: Girls indulging in senseless haymakers to offending racks - big right hands pulled back, then hurled forth - muffled thudding wallops - girls shunting sideways as bumping impacts flatten both sets of bulging goodies. Ricci slowly getting the better of it, backing Lacey up - Chris reaching in to knuckle Lacey's biceps back, crowding her to the ropes for a more conventional beating. Chabert covering up dukes at temples, teeth gritted - she's soaking, but fighting back in spots, wedging and clubbing away short rights and lefts as girls brawl at close quarters. Ricci ever-mindful of jug, thrusting up in there with jagged double left uppercuts, snarling as she tucks the third left down in behind Chabert's elbow - Lacey bending forward, whimpering softly as Ricci's hardhearted attack takes it's toll.

R3: Chaotic, free-swinging melee midring - bumper-car punching erupts as girls trade lusty lefts and rights in the horizontal plane, rubbing each other off balance, falling into each other. Chabert with a series of brisk hooks belly, tits, chin rocks Ricci at the minute mark: Lacey turning her shoulder tight into the blows, following through nice and compact to her right side as Ricci's eyelashes flutter. Again, Lacey keeps herself from sliding into amateurish flailing, getting close, bringing her feet, getting off with plenty of body behind short, blunt punches. Ricci belted senseless - lefts and rights caroming off her forehead, clouting her chin, tucking into her hulking hooters - she's buffeted to ropes, bullied by Lacey once again as Chabert squares away to work. More punishing, snappy artillery from Lace - bringing her hands back quick, rubbing with her forehead, bumping with an extended left elbow - she's really working Chrissy over like a little pro through 3.

R4: Back to back rounds for Lacey - hotly contested by Chrissy this round. Grinding work midring - pace alternating from furious hup-hup underneath to a more methodical bump n' slug. Ricci getting a nice, nice hook in under Lacey's right elbow, but Chabert responding with vigor - picking Ricci's chin up tidy right uppercuts, wedging into the flanks behind either elbow. Chabert coming forward for the most part as Ricci bitterly gives up canvas - pundits reacting with surprise ringside: most thought Chrissy would prove too strong for Lacey inside.

R5: Ricci brawls back. Christina leaning into bludgeoning right crosses - great clocking blows on the chin - Chabert's head and torso thrown to the right, lips pursed in a walloped 'o' as she soaks up the shots - Chrissy's back in charge. Right hand howitzers soften Chabert up, move her back - Ricci scooting in close to harm the body with that chugging two-mitt attack. Gloves stuffing into trembling, tanned midsection, buffing up those ribs and constantly mashing melon - Ricci following through with plenty of forearm as she brings the fight to Chabert all round long. Heaving chests, glaring eyes at the bell - furious 5 rounds has both vixens mouth breathing, quivering near exhaustion: SO much fight left to go.

R6: Lacey just won't quit - she keeps coming at Ricci, confounding the experts as once again, Christina can't hold her ground. Chabert smearing Ricci at the ropes - riding her guard tuff into Chris, smudging her sideways, packing punching into her back and tummy while bodying up on her. Squirming, mauling stuff - girls reaching in on each other to wrestle opposing back into ropes - constant grind of buxom body on buxom body, punctuated by cruel, shoving punches. Hardly sweet science, but Chabert outworking Ricci, bullying her for stretches, imposing her will through 6.

R7: Ricci with that stubby, clanging right hand shuts Chabert down - Lacey covered up face-in-gloves, tilting forward - she's all there for Christina's perfectly pitched hook to liver. CHABERT GOES DOWN! Sobbing descent - Chabert's teeth bared in agony as she slowly wilts to her knees - sucking body blow changes the fight, brings a lascivious, leering glee to Ricci's expressive face. Lacey bravely up at 8, hands on her hips as she gasps for air - ON COMES RICCI! TORRID slugging to Lacey's throbbing rack - Ricci POUNDING away on the solid mass of Chabert's jugs in that pink tshirt - poor Lacey sagging in the ropes unable to answer. Ricci able to set herself to mop up with a series of glorious right hands to the jugs, pumping away as Chabert slumps, snivels.

R8: Thorough Ricci beat down - Christina finally showing the experience, the ruggedness in overhauling her pretty brunette foe. Chrissy belting a covered up Chabert clubbing overhand rights, lifting rising lefts up into torso and chin. Lacey sliding in stupor to her right along the ropes - Ricci stalking hardhearted - stepping-with and keeping up a steady bombardment. Christina swinging hard, flat punches into Lacey's rounded biceps, pounding those arms, loosening up the guard for the robust follow-on body attack. Chrissy cleaning up late with muscular multiple lefts, multiple rights - just getting up into Lacey as Chabert wilts forward, sullen as she soaks.

R9: LACEY'S NOT HAVING IT! Bitter, tired slugging midring - Ricci landing her right hand - Chabert taking it and pounding back her own rights and lefts in stubby, straight crisscross. Lacey's left uppercut rocks Ricci at the minute mark, sets Chris up for a withering left hook in the liver - Chrissy doesn't go down, but she backs away with a wounded look, hugging a suddenly distraught midsection. Deep breath Chabert - she wades on in - bodying Ricci sideways to ropes, then hunkering down to help herself. Chrissy's right side in the ropes, hands protecting her head: Lacey rides the left arm on her foe's left shoulder, steadying her for a series of bludgeoning right hands spanked off the back, tucked in over the hip to the bell.

R10: Ricci mouthbreathing, spent in her corner - trainer tells her it's too damn close to lay up just yet. Chabert taking on water, similarly drained - HER trainer encouraging her with, "You've worked too damn hard tonight to let her take this from you. She's done baby - DONE! Get on out there and finish her!" Bell: exhausted jiggles shuffle to midring, eyes moist with hurt and hate, dukes chest high. Tentative pawing jabs as girls rotate clockwise, then Lacey bumps Ricci's head back a clean right off the face. Chrissy staring, eyelashes fluttering - she drifts Lacey a right, sending Chabert baby-stepping to her right all a-jiggle. Ricci wade in: a right in the back, a left in the shoulder - Lacey turns herself to face Chrissy and crams a thick right hand into her breadbasket. Back and forth, tortuous stuff - neither girl has any form left - both just trying to use the other up with mindless slugging. Fight staggers to ropes - Chabert easing Ricci back and bullying her - Chrissy misting up in frustration at Lacey's unexpected strength. Slowly but surely, it's Chabert - she's tucking in the extra body shot, clouting the hungry right across chops in close, and down the stretch - SHE'S MUGGING CHRISSY'S JUGS! Ricci sobbing, finally broken - she sags into ropes, head tilted back, arms dangling as Chabert mops up helpless rack - Chris just baring her throat in submission at the bell. Ref pulls hungry-punching Chabert off, leaving devastated Ricci to hug herself in agony. Comes back UD10 by a single point - LACEY CHABERT!

After: Ricci hollow-eyed, all used up: she simply can't believe Lacey Chabert outslugged her tonight - what a heartbreaker. Chabert bursting into tears - emotional victory for her and her fans - it's maybe the biggest, most crowd-pleasing win of her career. "I knew I was better than Christina," Chabert gushes in postfight, "I just KNEW it! I loved the look in her eyes the first time I backed her into the ropes - she was like 'NO WAY!' but I was just too strong for her. Even when she hurt me with that body shot, I knew I'd come back on her - I never doubted it for one second tonight!"