Posted by simguy on 7/10/2009, 9:06 am

BEFORE: "My whole career," Lacey laments, rolling her eyes for emphasis, "I've had to listen to Jen bragging about how she was the one who broke Hayek. How you haven't had jug until you've plowed Salma - on and on. Well I'm FINALLY going to tuck in. Can't wait - I'm going to make Salma LONG for the days when it was only Jen pounding her body - that's how fierce I'm gonna take it to her!" Hayek blushing crimson: real sore spot for the A-list legend that much of Hewitt's claims have been proven true over the years...now she's got to listen to Lacey's boastings! "Lacey Chabert will suffer - this I promise," Hayek says, steely eyed. "I have so much I owe these little wretches - they think of me as PLUNDER! Me - Salma Hayek! I could buy and sell a slut like Chabert a hundred times over. But destroying her in the ring will be so much more satisfying." Lacey in white push up and panties; white gloves. Hayek in black push up with leopard print boy leg bottoms; black gloves; hair tangly n' loose.

During R1: Picturesque stuff - girls snarling, baring teeth, eyes blazing. Tight punching, good form as women step close, get off tidy, duck down and cover up. Chabert stuffing hooks tidy to Salma's rack - fitting 'em in snug - then bumping the older woman off. Hayek hooking Lacey's tummy, then going rack with her hooks as well - both tightening up stroke, getting shoulders into compact strokes. Lacey deploying stubby right hands to Salma's gut, winning Mexican grunts: Hayek bumping back in combination to offending jugs, retaking lost canvas. Spirited, compact give and take - seething stuff from both vixens. Late the round, Salma separates herself with a series of short right crosses to Lacey's chin, punching Chabert off balance at bell.

R2: Chabert robust to Hayek's curvy gut: Salma forced backward a-grunting, hands up at temples. Ropes: Lacey pumps away jug - rousting Salma's rack with rising lefts and rights in chugging burst. Hayek blurting in pain, clinching: Chabert wriggling, bodying Hayek to ropes, squirming to free her arms. Cuddly little sluggers in tight together - tummies, arms, shoulders writhing for control as Lacey maintains position on Hayek's chest. Salma's failure to reverse, escape or hold costs her: Lacey able to dig consistently at tummy; plow effectively to jug - scoring in bunches before being forced to deal with Hayek's holding. Chabert a little bundle of energy - so tireless working her way free of Salma's grasp. Lacey's technique: pushing her fists/arms in on Hayek, pulling down on the defences - wrestling apart the guard before slamming in the hurt. Bell: Chabert's colour high, eyes dancing - she's pretty frisky back to her corner, making Salma feel every day of her 40 some years.

R3: Chabert with the same jiggly pressure works Salma ropeside: Hayek able to wriggle her arms underneath Lacey's, turning her tormentress into ropes at last. Ref's break restarts girls midring - Hayek shows a stubby little jab, bouncing it off Lacey's face, preempting her. Hayek dipping left shoulder, parking stiff, ringing hooks in behind Lacey's right elbow: thumping gancha hook bunching Lacey up with little gasps of pain as Hayek comes forward. Methodical stuff from the veteran: Hayek placing her hooks to waist and ribs, then pounding at Lacey's rack via either hand. Salma getting in there with palm-down, jamming blows: Lacey distressed, leaning back against ropes, hands up, trying to stay strong in the face of determined thump.

R4: Same again: good burst from Chabert gives way to methodical body punching and pressure from systematic Hayek. Lacey eventually positioned up against ropes, worked over in stages: Salma hooking tummy and liver, bumping Lacey to avoid her clinches, then working the rack with switching side to side haymakers. Heavy wallop pounding against Chabert's bosom - big spank causing cute cover-girl to cry out. Lacey sputtering, hands outstretched in protest, affording Hayek the chance to drive in those stubby right crosses to cheek, lumping Chabert up nicely. Bell: Hayek hooks rack late - meanspirited insurance TOTALLY deliberate, bringing an irate Hewitt up out of her chair ringside.

R5: Mouth on shoulder, curvy sluggers pushing into each other midring, turning gently clockwise as they plow the goods. Both like to dangle the left hand while lifting snug right uppercuts to offending jug: super-tight punching just pumping in, bunching up the meat. Chins on opposing left shoulders, both are well situated to place hooks to paunch and flank - usually off a well-executed little left-shoulder bump. Squirming for position, nuzzling into each other's necks, fighters pump and dig at each other's tummies - elbows drawing back to load up plugging punches. Constant, mindless work - vixens always in contact, always working, panting and grunting in concert. Once again Hayek the busier, probably coming forward more often: Lacey getting worn down by Latina beef through 5.

R6: Two way mouth on shoulder slogging continues: Lacey firming, slowly starting to give slightly better than she gets. Same close-in bump-n'-pump - shoving little right uppercuts mixed with tightly turned hooks. Down the stretch, Chabert claiming steadily against Latina rack: Salma's lips part in pain - she takes her first backward steps as younger beauty pours it on.

R7: Hayek punching back in spots, unable to sustain the brutal tit for tat pace of earlier rounds. Chabert grinding on her girl, stepping Hayek to ropes: latter half the round largely just Lacey establishing on Salma ropeside. Chabert turning short, smiting hooks onto Salma - hammering the right bicep; beating the right flank; loosening up the guard and slamming onto jug. Lacey's right hand a stubby little terror to Salma's chin - jamming in and jolting Hayek, slumping her in ropes. Bell: snarling Lacey tucks an insurance hook into Hayek's breasts, winning a how-could-you look from Salma's shiny eyes.

R8: Steady, stepping pressure from Chabert now: Hayek wilting, falling back on all fronts. Salma mouth breathing - contesting canvas by leaning in and pushing on Lacey, but Chabert usually able to come forward after committing her beef. Fight totters to ropes - Lacey reaching in under Salma's arms to chest her upright, securing her before proceeding to bombardment. Steady diet of full-body press-ups; shoulder-bumps; hooks and blunt crosses for Hayek. Salma wilting - crossing her arms - grunting and cringing when smote tuff to gut; just grimacing as her rack is ransacked. Late the round, persistent Chabert hooking of Salma's right tit breaks down Hayek's sturdy battle-bra: right strap snaps off, flips up over Hayek's shoulder; unsupported right cup starts to sink down, making the whole bra front look a little like a sinking ship.

R9: Hayek exhausted, plodding - she's trying to tummy up and walk Lacey back, but Chabert preempting with blunt right hands to face and hairline, stunning Hayek first. It's Lacey bodying up and walking back - Hayek's sturdy-curvy legs no longer able to hold canvas as jiggly Chabert pours in. Salma beaten badly at ropes, slumping forward behind her gloves as Lacey stands off the bow, pops hips and swings away lusty. Chabert bouncing mitts off meaty Hayek flanks/hips; dippin'-n'-diggin' left uppercuts off the front (left) foot to scoop those jugs. During the break, Hayek's corner feverishly employed in trying to tape her sagging bra back together: looks terrible - instantly putting Salma on Kelly Carlson's "not hot" list as a result.

R10: Younger girl backing older up, securing her at ropes, squaring away, then going to work. Lacey still punching vigorous - youthful lungs working like bellows to supply that quivering body with Hayek-busting energy. Poor Salma! Aging beauty slumped butt-in-ropes, arms crossed in ragged X against her chest, trying to deny Chabert jug. Lacey not afraid to climb in the trenches - reaching into Hayek's guard, working it apart with writhing, grinding shoulders and arms, then getting after the exposed meat. Hayek pushing back the odd shot, but she's spent: she just can't put anything significant on Lacey. Chabert romping, batting away on Hayek's delicious torso and rack with impunity: Salma too proud to bend the knee, denies Lacey the treasured stoppage. UD10 Chabert in grinding, come-from-behind fashion.

After: Lacey surging over the final half of the fight, reeling Salma in round after round to eventually overhaul her: it's a great effort. Not a stoppage however: smug Jen Hewitt smiling, clapping in the audience - she's probably the biggest winner of the bunch as Hayek loses again, but Lacey couldn't halt her...Jen's slugging efforts against Salma still loom large. One camera man assigned the task of trailing the used-up Latina back to her dressing room, just on the off-chance her rivals haven't had enough yet...