Posted by simguy on 9/22/2007

Before: "No, I don't like Lacey," Kristin admits in response to a Tractorpull probe. "Where do I start? Is it her utter lack of talent that begins and ends with her rack? Is it her jumped-up JMD'r status? I don't even find her all that attractive to be quite honest with you. As a fighter, she's got a punch. That's it. Lacey can punch a bit at the weight, and people love her for that - but it's not going to be enough to make her the champion at 110. I owe Lacey, and I'm gonna have fun with this. She's gonna get prettied up, busted up, and broke down. I want to be one of the great FCBA champions - I think I can be special - and there's no room in that vision for a loss to Lacey Chabert." Chabert smiling throughout: not many people get under Kris Bell's skin, but Lacey C's got the knack. "Sounds nervous, doesn't she?" Lacey cracks at the podium. "That happens to girls who get a glimpse of jug from me - they're never really the same. Krissy's quick n' shifty - I'll give her that - but she's right: I can punch. I can punch the hell out of 110, and I'm gonna wreck this girl when I catch up to her. You can run Krissy - and I know you WILL - but sooner or later, you're gonna have to deal with my pop. Start thinking about it now - how hurt you're going to be in this fight. Those belts just got a little heavier, didn't they?" Kris in pale pink bikini, white gloves, scruffy puncher's ponytail with messy bangs. Lacy in crisp white Maxim Push up and panties - white gloves.

During R1: Kristin Bell hopping to midring, eyes bright: Lacey dukes at temples, strong to midring, crouching down to load up legs with potential energy. Bell's jab skids off Lacey's scalp - pesky, swift. Bell fades a lusty Chabert right - pokes Chabert another jab tart to mouth. Bell fades back another step as Chabert's hook whistles past: Krissy jotting her right straight to Lacey's mouth, putting the hook on top; sidestepping round Chabert's right flank. Bell spits jabs, forcing Lacey to cover up - then swings a gorgeous right hand underneath, splashing loud against Chabert's paunch. More jabs, more sidestepping - Bell on her toes, turning Lacey, nibbling at her. Right hand squirts in, beating Lacey to the punch, knocking her head back; left hook toggles chin, then bites to ribs as Lacey's staring into punishment. On and on like that - Kristin's fists flashing, scoring at will: impacts sounding out with pops, cracks and thumps as Bell works upstairs and down.

R2: More of it - champ showcasing on her challenger, really embarrassing Lacey midring. Bell's jab a spitting, scraping thing - pesky atop Lacey's scalp or skidding off hairline, just keeping Lacey covered up and hunkered down. Bell steps to her left, hooking Chabert's left eye and dropping sneaky chop-right hands in over Lacey's left shoulder. Bell steps left, hooking off her jab, potshotting lusty right hands to paunch when Lacey's ducking behind her mitts. In and out Krissy's feet/legs much more educated than Laceys: Chabert just turning midring, lumping up, looking sullen. Final minute sees Bell sample her first taste of jug - hooking Lacey's rack-front with a swiping, tight delivery while easing to right (back) foot. Kris smiling smug - she's pasting Lacey and both girls know it through 2.

R3: Two right hand leads startle Lacey with quickness as much as force: Chabert ducks down: Bell escapes round Lacey's left flank. More jabs - spitting and darting - poking Lacey's tummy or jug, scraping off scalp. Kris in constant motion - changing direction - leading with either hand, throwing punches off either foot: mindbogglingly effective as poor Lacey can only duck and cover. Chabert's golden-brown body shivering and cringing from cruel blonde touches - Kris belting at Chabert behind her elbows, slashing her across the back when Lacey bends too far forward. Bell seemingly unobtainable - either bounding out of range, or circling outside - punching so swiftly and accurately that Chabert can't time her. Lacey's knees buckle a bit this round - her defense is sound for the most part, but Bell's ratatat offence starting to take cumulative effect through 3.

R4: More Bell! Krissy grimly going at Lacey - maintaining that same, savagely high pace. Writing's on the wall for Chabert: match Krissy's pace and be exhausted; hunker down, ride it out and be buried in an avalanche of points. Chabert stumbling backwards on occasion when Krissy's able to bang in tart one-twos: Chabert grimacing from sharp face-punching, rallying behind her guard as Bell sidesteps. Kristin pinpricking Lacey, working her body, then looking for the chances to score heavily to chin: blonde making inroads bit by bit - breaking Chabert down, scoring bigger and bigger touches upstairs. Lacey winging wide roundhouses like a wounded bear: just trying to clobber Kristin - hurt her - SOMETHING. All Bell through 4.

R5: Bell leading those spiteful right hands, scoring, bounding off to her right: poor Lacey all busted up, eyes beginning to swell. Krissy playful/spiteful about Lacey's breasts - perking 'em up with brisk jabs; swatting 'em hooks; lifting 'em up right uppercuts. Krissy depositing punishment, then swing pivoting in either direction - often pushing down on Lacey's head while doing so, turning her. Midway through - Krissy hooks a groaning and doubled up Lacey in her body; steps right: Lacey erupts out of the crouch a wide, desperate hook, taking Bell cleanly and heavily on her chin. DOWN GOES K-BELL! DOWN GOES K-BELL! Out of NOWHERE - Bell chinchecked and on her back. LACEY POUNCES! Chabert to her knees off Kristin's left hip, left hand on Bell's quivering stomach - RIGHT HAND POUNDING DOWN! Chabert crudely smashing at Bell until ref pulls her up and away by her armpits - Lacey kicking her legs and squirming in the man's grip. Bell cut in her mouth, eyes wide and staring - in the chaos, count is delayed - she's able to scramble up and reel all but out at the ropes! Ref barks out 8: HERE COMES LACEY! Poor Bell face-in-gloves, slowly wilting forward as she sits in the ropes: Lacey plants, REEFS a series of hooks against Bell's shivering right flank. Chabert's right hand punching in blunt and straight - just bumping against Krissy's scalp to prep her: Chabert's staking all on her jiggly concussive hooks. Reefing, splattering shock applied - Chabert's teeth bared, jugs a sloshin' side to side with the violence of her slugging, backside a-jumpin' as legs shift and step for ever more leverage. AND BELL GOES DOWN! Woozy, numb collapse happens in stages - Bell finally bludgeoned to hands and knees. Ref quickly bundling Lacey away before she back-punch downed Krissy: Bell trembling on all fours like a new-born calf. AND IT'S OVER! Good Lord - Lacey Chabert stops Kristin Bell KO5 - takes the flyweight titles!

After: Lacey hoisted high and paraded about the ring: puncher's chance gets it done as Kristin sees all her hard, classy work erased in a matter of moments. Bell tottering to her feet, gloves removed - she's steadying herself at the ropes, trying to find her legs when Lacey pushes her way in. "NO!" Bell blurts when she's shoved to ropes: grinning Chabert leaning her body on to hoist a beefy right thigh up into the pit of Krissy's belly. "UHHH!" Krissy shouts, winded, doubling forward: easy for Lacey to wrap her up snug in the reverse sleeper.

Left arm strong behind Krissy's head; left hand cupping right bicep; right hand cupped atop Kristin's scalp, securing her. Chabert grinning - glowing: face puffy from Bell's constant attention, but the pain's forgotten as Lacey snuggles Kris into oblivion. Bell's hands push at Lacey's hips, or explore the tummy, or wrap around Chabert's strong back. There's no escape - poor Bell just forced to take jug until her curvy legs give way.

Lacey releases with a flourish, hands up in her hair as she grins down: Krissy on her haunches, eyes closed, mouth open, eyebrows arched high as she gulps down air. "Raise my foot," Lacey chirps, still unsatisfied. "Raise my foot Kristen, or more jug." Bell swallowing, choking back tears, trying to think her way out of this. "Raise my foot, or jug." Impatient, Lacey stoops to reach for Kris, but Bell whimpers in protest, immediately crouching down over her legs. Gingerly, Kris takes Lacey's right ankle lightly - just fingertip-touching it - guiding the foot atop Krissy's head as blonde puts left cheek down to canvas. Lacey glowing - she's got one of the best boxers in Christendom all figured out and Kristen's not enjoying it one bit.