Posted by simguy on 4/17/2009, 12:33 am,

Before: Bracketed by Chabert and Panettiere, Ricci knows these are defining opponents for her. "Chabert fought her way to respectability - even though she's a smut-mag cover-slut and nothing else - you still have to respect what she's done in a boxing ring. I feel like I'm the better all around talent - in and out of the ring - and it's time Lacey was forced to accept that. I'll dig a little quit out of her, and start the process of teaching her her place with this fight!" Chabert huffy at all the tuff-talk: she's usually the one to take the offensive at the podium. "Ricci's a cheap Hayden knock-off," Lacey sneers. "She thinks she's special because she hurt Sarah Carter to the body? ANYBODY could hurt that skank - she's not built to take it downstairs. You want to know who is? ME! I dare Chris to step to me and fight this thing out. We meet midring? Mouth-on-shoulder? I'll be the last girl left standing." Ricci in midnight blue bikini; squeaky tight ponytail; white gloves. Lacey in white push up and panties; white gloves.

During R1: Midring - Lacey steps into Ricci via short right to pit of the stomach, eats a short-clout right to jaw...they're in tight, mouth on shoulder. Bumpin' and a-gruntin' - girls squirming to tuck or shrug in body shots; wedge little chops into heaving jugs. Never a lot of separation - girls leaning into each other, pushing on one another - curvy little legs/energetic backsides tense with the constant need to stamp and hold ground. Tough to score, but Lacey IS pushing her way forward, outdigging Chris, claiming a net trade-surplus against Ricci's plump jugs. Bell: girls still bunched up, working - ref pulls 'em apart...Lacey slaps an insurance right atop Christina's breasts, just to make a point.

R2: Lacey leans in with her face forward - arms a-PUMPIN' downstairs: she's got Ricci breathless, backing up from a torrent of paunch-punches. Ricci bulled to ropes - Lacey setting her hips so as provide leverage for a tuff-bumping left shoulder - nudging Chris, then banging her waist with robust, free-swinging lefts and rights. Ricci grimacing, grunting upon receipt: she starts clinching, unable to slug back. Lacey showing the value of an extensive JMD career: she's wriggling her arms down inside Christina's, chesting Ricci to ropes, smearing her along the apron: try as she might, li'l Chris can't reverse out of there. Tuff bell to bell scrounging from Lacey: she's often semi-bogged down in strong Ricci clinches, but Chabert staying busy, tucking and jamming away at short-short range...occasionally opening up when she gets her hips back, creating a little room underneath. Bell: more patented Chabert aggression as she banks insurance - pumping away on Ricci's tummy until ref pulls brunette off.

R3: Ricci answers, and answers, with vigor. She mixes it up a little - still pushing in strong, but now also stepping back, walking Lacey in to shots. Ricci driving on Lacey, then turning her in the clinches: Chabert's output drops as she struggles to set her feet. Chris scrounging and digging - claiming steadily against prime belly and breast meat - but she's also finding Lacey with the odd stubby jab to face, and that straight-arm, fade-away hook to sternum while shifting weight to right foot. Crisp, smart punching from Ricci shows she's no dope: she's touched Lacey up bell to bell.

R4: Chabert bangs back - baring teeth as she commits on roaring right crosses from medium distance, punching Chrissy's chin before piling into her. Lacey muscling Chris to ropes: Ricci straining, face twisted with effort as her stamping little legs fail to deny Chabert canvas. Ropes: Lacey strong on Chris; brunette smearing her blonde, bodying up necessary to secure her, then digging in with heartfelt, bumping bursts of pumping lefts and rights. Not good for Chris: she's bruising up to the ribs, getting bullied. Chabert bell to bell, and a little bit extra - hooking Ricci's tits as ref's pulling brunette off from behind.

R5: Ricci finds Lacey midring with a short right to chin, wobbling Chabert's sturdy legs: Chris quickly to the midsection with that swinging left, shifting weight to right foot as she hauls it home. Ricci snarling as she steps right, turns Lacey's flank, then flurries to her jugs: stamping, effervescent stuff from Chris shuts Lacey down. Chabert moping, stooped forward behind her mitts as Christina works her over midring: Ricci putting together short, brisk, harmful lefts and rights - belting away, then moving like a little champ. Down the stretch, pair of hard right hands to chin loosen Lacey up - she's dazed, hands up but drooping. Ricci hops in, crowding her body in behind a stuffing left hook to Lacey's tits: furious blast blows Chabert to her buns! Lacey open-mouthed in shock, sat down by a roaring wallop to her jugs: Christina bellowing in exultation at the sight of shopworn Chabert! During the break, Lacey's trainer refusing to baby his charge: "YOU fight in HER top - that's the way this works - she doesn't get into yours. I want you beating her 3 to 1, baby - 3 to 1. She even thinks about your body, I want you punishing her for it!"

R6,7: Glorious exchanges, non-stop work as curvy little battlers grind away hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder. Sixth in particular features excrutiating two way body punching - girls just taking turns leaning in and swinging underneath. Savage stuff - hardest punches of the fight, sustained for much of that round. 7th is less intense - fighters are visibly weary now, shabby from constant body work - they're holding more, pushing each other off balance, tucking in shots for snug hold-and-hit. Still robust work whenever one girl gets her hips back - fighters showing plenty of energy in spurts, beating each other senseless in spots. Ricci takes that brutal 6th, but Lacey's stronger in the aftermath, taking the 7th.

R8: Slower pace - girls wincing, hobbling slightly, cringing from throbbing ribs. Ricci shows that smart little jab of hers - pawing it to Lacey's mouth, then turning over that stubby right hand: Chabert getting strafed over her left shoulder - clouted into covering up, whereupon Ricci enjoys her to the waist. Whacking waistline work loosens Lacey up, has her stooping forward hurrrrt: Ricci cleans up jug via short-shrugging left/right uppercuts. Chabert whimpering, suffering as she stumbles forward: Ricci grins as she bunches up jug to the bell.

R9: Groggy vixens stumble-to: each almost needing to brace against the other to remain upright. Chabert insisting upon jug now - crowding in cheek to cheek, then shrugging short, stuffing punches into Ricci's rack. Christina demoralized at long last: she's been rugged to this point, but determined Chabert jug-mugging clearly gets to Chris here. Ricci blinking back tears - pushed hard to ropes: Lacey atop her foe, securing her with the left arm under Ricci's right, slumping her forward for pumping rights belly and jug. Crude, cruel, plugging stuff - but it's blunt and effective. Ricci butt in ropes, sobbing - ref pulls Lacey away after the bell as Chabert's mindlessly plowing in extra.

R10: Ricci's mouth wide open, eyes haunted - she's bravely off her stool, but quickly muscled to ropes as Chabert smells weakness. Lacey plowing right hands into quivering Ricci-paunch: Chabert squirming atop her girl at the ropes, holding her down while pumping in. Lacey writhes, gets her left arm in under Ricci's: good secure position has Lacey firmly atop Chris at ropes. From there, it's a job of work: Lacey crowding in, putting her body in Chris while holding her, then tucking heartless right hands into tummy and tits. Ricci whining, working with her left hand to push at Lacey, or occasionally trying to tie up: Lacey using her right hand to push Ricci's left arm back, exposing torso for extra hurt. Grinding tummy to tummy along the ropes - Chris unable to dislodge her tormentress; Lacey busy enough that ref never thinks of issuing break despite Chabert's holding. Veteran apron work allows Lacey to dig out the tenth - she takes a narrow UD10 victory on the cards as a result.

After: Ricci outworked down the stretch - she's heartbroken at the one point difference between herself and Lacey at the end. Chabert visibly drained, exhausted: she rarely has to go the route when she's getting the tummy-and-jug looks she wants. "Easy fight," Chabert pants in postfight, hands on hips, tummy muscles still twitching from Ricci's punishment. "Can't believe the judges saw it that close - I mean, the knockdown was a trip, and when we worked on the inside, I ALWAYS got the better of it. I owned Chris at the ropes - she wasn't strong enough to spin me - and that tells you everything you need to know about this fight. It's me first, then Hayden, then Chris - but really, I'd say there's a big drop off after Hayden. And me - there's a big drop off after me, then another step down after Hayden."