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9 November 2007 Carla Gugino vs Brandy Ledford

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 6 months ago

PARTIAL REPORT

Brandy in tan, western motif bikini, black gloves

Carla in zebra print bikini, twist-tie top and bottoms

APARTMENT HOUSE BOXING—NO RING

KO8 Brandy

You knew when these two swapped knockdowns in the first that this would be a satisfying night in the penthouse. Fighting with animal intensity, these two would brawl each into the bathroom, down the hall, even into the walk-i9n closet. At one point, the two spilled into the kitchen, fighting the fifth round crammed in between the counter and the island, It was close-quarters combat by mutual consent—cuddling and cudgeling in equal measure.

Fighting mouth on shoulder, walking each other around while tucking in leather to straining tummies and willing jugs—one girl began to dominate and discourage the other. Brandy Ledford began to impose her will in the 5^th and never looked back, punching and snuggling the fight out of Carla one agonizing minute after another. During the breaks—while both were clearly drained—the light of conquest was clearly evident in Brandy’s malicious eyes, while lights were dimming in Carla’s big browns. We saw a blonde helping herself to a brunette’s rack down the stretch—treating herself to a brunette’s tummy—pushing a brunette into walls and smearing her at will. Gugino’s heartbreak was obvious—she had forecasted victory and needed to win more more—but Brandy couldn’t be negotiated on this night.

The end came as a result of accumulation—Brandy working Carla to the bed and slugging her onto to. Gugino scrambled to her haunches and covered up, but she was helpless as a snaring Ledford squared away (standing on the floor) and let her hands go. Carla wilted forward over her haunches, crouching on the bed with her head down and covered by both hands as Ledford pounded away monotone lefts and rights across exposed, pale back. Hard to watch—Brandy just methodically belting—occasionally dipping either shoulder to fit punches snug in above Carla’s hips, but usually drumming the lumbar, or evening smashing both hands down hammerfist like a little blond hulk. From her crouch, Carla cried “STOP! STOP!”—voice muffled by bedspread and tears—and Brandy stepped away glowing.

Reposted by Archer 7/18/09.