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10 Nov 2007 Lacey Chabert vs Virginie Ledoyen

Page history last edited by Dradis 14 years, 11 months ago

Posted by simguy on 11/10/2007

 

Before: "I don't believe in decisions," Chabert shrugs in prefight, "and I sure as hell don't believe in draws. For me, that draw with Ledoyen is as bad as a loss - there's no way she competed with me in that fight - the judges just decided it was 'slap Lacey's face' day and mailed in a crap verdict." Ledoyen almost uncanny in rematches, showing herself to be a smart, tough little fighter who can get girls to do dumb things once she's familiar with them - can she hope to take a championship with such guile? "I saw holes in Lacey's game," Virginie smiles mysteriously at the podium. "They will be exploited this time and a new champion will be crowned - this I promise!" Lacey in white push up and panties (Maxim), white gloves. Virginie in bright baby blue bikini, white gloves.

 

During R1: Lacey rings Virginie up a bombastic right, followed by swinging lefts and rights as Chabert wades forward. Ledoyen stunned early - reeling - she bounces off ropes, scampers to her right, staggering away from the awful majesty of Lacey unleashed. Corner to corner mayhem - Chabert hopping forward, leaning into full-blooded right hand leads, then clubbing away hearty as Ledoyen melts: French vixen doing well to keep her feet under insane pressure. Virginie's eyes wide - she's alarmed, but not panicked - by the middle minute she's starting to circle and sidestep - still not punching back, but at least not being run out of the ring. Bell: Lacey pumping her fist and grinning to her fans - brawny first all Chabert as Ledoyen runs for her life.

 

R2: Lacey revving up again - surging out of her corner with the big right hand leads, carrying herself forward and slugging as she gets close. Ledoyen not eating the right now though - she's jumping back, sidestepping to the right, spitting back disruptive jabs as she seeks to use the ring. Sporadic contact by both women - Ledoyen drilling Lacey right hands of opportunity and keeping the jab on her; Chabert thumping wide to Ledoyen's ribcage and grazing her pate with wild-winging overhands. Girls neutralize each other - Chabert's the aggressor, Virginie an effective matadora.

 

R3: Same again - neither lass imposes her will as Virginie sidesteps, fits Lacey for the odd stamping straight right off the counter - Chabert jiggling her way forward, throwing more, but landing about the same. Some attention paid to Lacey's breasts this round - Virginie intentionally doubling her jab to Chabert's bra while scoot-stepping right. Lacey stomping forward, jugs a-jumping - she's just happy to step-to and get off rowdy. Another drawn round as fight utilizes every square inch of canvas.

 

R4: Virginie starting to stick that jab stiff - pounding it to jug, stamping it to face - very effective steering tool as Lacey's getting preempted. Ledoyen sliding to her right, staying away from Lacey's cannonball right - French vixen walking Chabert's cheek into clean straight rights, and hooking the tummy whenever Chabert crouches forward behind her mitts. Virginie's feet calmer now - she's pivoting and sliding rather than running - turning Lacey, touching her. Most importantly, Virginie's being first - Chabert with a tendency to cover up and wait her turn rather than attempt counterpunching.

 

R5: Lacey strong to Virginie's ribcage - great batting whacks landed when Chabert can hop close. Ledoyen jogging away from pressure, then settling down - re-establishing behind the jab and tending to circle counterclockwise. Another drawn round: Virginie content to neutralize Lacey when she can't handle Chabert any other way. Lacey rambunctious, but corner reminding her to cut off the ring and use her own feet - she's missing too many punches.

 

R6: Lacey following instructions - spitting out the stubby jab to take the jab away from Ledoyen; stepping to the left to cut off the ring, then feeding Virginie short, blunt right hands up the middle. Ledoyen caught and rocked to her chest and face by Chabert's robust rights - Ledoyen doing a lot more hopping and jogging around as she can't manage the pressure. Down the stretch, Chabert leans in/bends down, detonating a gigantic overhand right against Virginie's bra. Ledoyen staggering back into ropes, covers up earmuff and stands in for her first true beating of the night as Lacey hop-to, squares away and hammers lusty to bell.

 

R7: Virginie cut in her mouth, right eye puffy - but she's a gamer - pumping the jab with renewed vigour and stepping right, turning Chabert's left flank. Lacey over-eager - looping right hands that have no chance against Virginie's angle-of-attack - boxing 101 serving Ledoyen well. French girl being first with stern stick, lumping Lacey's face; dropping the odd tart right hand to chin - then sidestepping, Ledoyen never standing right in front of the li'l juggernaut. Some attention paid to breasts and belly of Chabert - Ledoyen mindful of wicking away the power and pride of her foe with nibbling - and sometimes outright biting - body attacks.

 

R8: Pendulum swings back to Lacey's pressure - she's an effective hounder now - chasing Ledoyen to ropes, fighting off Virginie's chest. Chabert just a little squirmer in there - head rubbing roughly side to side; brawny little shoulders rotating; arms jamming and shoveling short, clubbing shots into tummy or onto head and shoulders. Ledoyen covering up, grimacing - she's not too proud to tie up, frequently pulling Lacey in with head-and-arm hook ups, leaning back into ropes for ref's breaks. Good belly to belly points for Lacey sees her jog back to her corner upbeat.

 

R9: Virginie sidesteppin', pokin', droppin' the right cross - she's got Lacey turning and taking. Lacey visibly frustrated - preempted as she loads up - Virginie just being quick and accurate, knocking at Lacey to disrupt champion's blockbusters. Whenever Lacey covers up to block stiff jabs ticketed for her face, Virginie tilts in on front (left) foot and hooks the breadbasket with firm, tart licks. Chabert grunting from these bodyblows, frowning, unable to answer immediately as Virginie sidesteps away. Good round of boxing delivers late points to Virginie - this thing couldn't be closer heading into the 10th.

 

R10: Virginie anticipates the blitz, comes out jogging and skirting the ring: French vixen forfeits the first minute in order to dissipate Lacey's fury. Second minute, Chabert not as rambunctious, but scoring well - finding Virginie with wide right roundhouses to ribcage and a tight-biting hook to tummy. Third minute - Ledoyen stepping flat-footed to her right, pounding the jab to Lacey's cheek: French girl leans in, cracks Chabert a gorgeous right cross, turning the champ's head, buckling her knees. LACEY'S WOBBLY BUTT! Chabert's aggressive expression turns forlorn - she baby-steps forward, desperately shook and LEDOYEN LIGHTS HER UP THE RIGHT UPPERCUT! Glorious, clouting shot picks up Lacey's face - crowd screaming in shock as Chabert's curvy legs somehow keep her upright. Ledoyen sliding to her right while dragging the come-along hook across Lacey's mouth: Chabert stumbles dreamily forward into ANOTHER cracking right hand. Poor Lacey! Champ's knees bennnnnd, then straighten, pitching her forward: Virginie sidesteps while extending both hands to push at Lacey, guiding her face-first to ropes. Bell: Virginie curving in, holds up, looking Lacey over as Chabert's reeling at the strands. Comes back one point duke for the winner and NEW flyweight champ - Virginie freakin' Ledoyen!

 

After: HBO execs storm out as European no-name claws her way off the Mediterranean beach all the way to the top of the mountain - ultimate 'outsider' Ledoyen continues her rematch domination against even the curviest of sluggers. Chabert wandering around in shock - face puffy, eyes bleak - the fists that stopped Kristen Bell cold just could never seem to find the mark against the crafty and elusive Virginie. Ledoyen crying as she's hugged and back-slapped roughly in her corner: such a long hard road, avenging every defeat, working her way up - she produces when it matters most and throws down the gauntlet to a shellshocked 110 pound division in the process.  

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