Originally posted by Simguy on 1/10/2008, 5:51 pm.

Before: Decesare becoming known for making exquisite blonde/brunette bouts: she’s in with blonde body-double Laura V following defeat at the hands of Julianne Hough. “Hough was a total 180 from me style-wise,” Carmella says in prefight, “a constant puzzle. Laura’s almost identical to me in terms of her approach. She reminds me of mansion comp—I think we’ll see a lot of free-swinging action before I put her down.”

Vandervoort anxious to get at Carmella—nubile beauty recognizes the similarities, “A lot of people have compared ny style to Carmella, but I’d like to think I’m ‘Carmella-plus’. I’m built stronger, especially through the legs, and I think I hit harder. I know Carm likes to unleash, but I think I’ll get the best of it we stand and trade. I can’t wait—I’m really escited to mix it up with her.”

Carmella in dazzling yellow bikini with bold ring connections hip and jug; white gloves. Laura in ivory bikini, ring connections hip and jug; white gloves.

During 1-3: Free swinging action as promised—girls in wide stances, lashing wide lefts and rights from slender hips. Crowd-pleasing licks—girls’ eyes blazing, teeth bared, long  hair tossing. Intermittent, concussive face-punches landing on either lass, kicking the head back and drawing oohs and aahs—not a lot of defense as sinewy sisters take turns pasting. Vandervoort proving very determined—generally winning the exchanges and stepping forward as Carmella stumbles away.: Decesare bravely answering back after shipping wide, strapping clout. Through 3, HMK trainer’s seen enough, lectures Carmella accordingly: “Girl, move your head! Get inside this girl’s long arms, work that body—you think that body canj stand up to your punches? You get inh there and you touch her, baby—don’t let her breathe! And I want you jabbin’—don’t stand out there making faces at this girl: be first! 3 rounds to none, Laura V.

R4: Carmella bending at the waist, making Laura miss over top: brunette getting weight on front (left) foot, then twisting up out of the crouch to hook Laura’s mouth lanky wallop. Vandervoort put wobbly butt, stumbling about: Carmella loping in, jabs Laura’s tummy, then slings a looping right over top—SWEEPING VANDERVOORT TO CANVAS! Laura on her back, picking her head up bleak: Carmella jogging all sinewy to neutral corner, dark eyes dancing. Creaky 8, Laura: Carmella striding in, left hand dangling at her side, right at her chest. Decesare bends forward. Pulling a whippy right over top; twists right, sloshing a wide left onto Laura’s jaw as Vandervoort’s bending back against the ropes. Laura stunned, eyelashes fluttering, lips parted—dukes up around her mouth but loose—Carmella able to slug her way past’em to bounce Laura’s head. Supple slogging, brunette to blonde—Carmella in wide stance, squared away, leaning to and fro to lather her long limb cloutings home.

R5: Laura tentative, face concerned: she’s shying away as Carmella encroaches. Decesare with the jab up off her hip—fitting it to Laura’s breasts or mouth, driving the blonde ropeside. Carmella slipping in under Laura’s lanky receipts—brunette sets up with chin out over Laura’s left shoulder, palming blonde hips to make room underneath. Sumptuous, lanky lefts and rights lift and slop up into blonde lungs and abs: Decesare smiling as she feels Laura shuddering upon receipt. Vandervoort grimacing—leaning her chin over Carmella’s left shoulder, trying tpo push brunette off, but Carm’s determined to crowd. After ref breaks—Carmella hovers in a supple crouch, then drives in with slinging right into Laura’s stomach, piling into the blonde to get back inside. Good lanky pressure—Carmella lugging leather up into Laura, stepping-with her as blondes slides along ropes: brunette keeping good hip-separation underneath, palming and managing her girl as necessary. Heavy shutout to the body, Carmella. Vandervoort blinking back tears en route to her corner.

R6: Carmella hunting for Laura with those ling, slinging rights down into the body, then crowding in close as Laura cringes upon receipt. Chin out over Laura’s shoulder again—brunette establishing position for free as Vandervoort adopts similar posture by leaning forward (hips back). Lanky licks lifted succulent to tummies and ribs—both palming the other’s hips to make room—both writhing arms in sensuous clinches to wrestle the other off her stance. Carmella more practiced at this sort of stuff—also benefitting from having Helfer in camp: Decesare much more comfortable tightening up her stroke and scoring at close quarters. Laura groaning, grimacing in pain—knees buckling at one point—but she rallies well, fighting back just enough to prevent a Decesare jail break. Bell: Decesare brightening, making taunting eye contact with her mouthbreathing foe as they part.

R7: Laura shows some savvy—looking to bump Carmella off with the left shoulder, then picking her up tasty a curling little right uppercut to unhinge Decesares knees a minute in, Brunette hurt for the first time in a while, backs away to regroup: Carm deploys the up-jab off the hip while circling away, preventing Laura’s hot pursuit. Vandervoort cautious on follow up, stalking Decesare, pawing jabs at her, trying to lean in and clock her looping rights. Carmella circling to her right, away fro Laura’s right hand—brunette gets out of a rocky 7^th with superior ring generalship.

R8: Carm doing harm—leaning in and down, pulling the right hand around in a wide whipping arc, smashing her fist off Laura’s ribs to buckle Vandervoort’s knees. Terrible body blows have Laura cringing—she stumbles to ropes, ashen-faced. Carmella teeth bared, blood up: she crowds in, pushing Laura deep to ropes, leaning in chin-on-shoulder with hips well back. Oh, the thick shellack applied—Carmella slopping wallop to Laura downstairs, then pushing blonde arms out of the way by the inner elbows. Sinewy, succulent lefts and rights lashed to blonde ribs and tummy—Carmella popping her hips side to side, licking and stroking the blows home. Poor Laura! She’s shouting in pain—palming Carmella’s shoulders to push her off, but brunette won’t have it: Decesare constantly crowding back in and getting after Laura. It’s all too much—Laura breaking down in stages, sobbing aloud as Decesare helps herself to body—long blonde finally wilts to all fours, blubbering in pain. That’s it—Laura can’t get off her haunches: TKO8, Carmella D,

After: Nice rebound after the heartbreak of Hough—Carmella beats slender blonde body into submission after spotting Laura the first 3 heats. Hugs and encouraging words from victorious Decesare in aftermath as Laura wipes at tears—brunette a fine sportswoman, win, lose or draw.

“She’s actually a little longer armed than me,” Carmella explains, face shiny from Laura’s leather. “She was clouting me pretty good at the start. I thought I was winning the slugfest, but my trainer felt I could control her inside, and that worked out awesome! She just couldn’t handle me in tight—I took her breath away, and that was pretty much it for her.”

Reposted by Archer 6/15/09.