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22 March 2013 Title Ch Carmella Decesare vs Grace Park

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Carmella Decesare 05.jpg Grace Park 03.jpg

Unified Bantamweight Title

Posted by simguy on March 22, 2013, 9:36 am,

BEFORE: "I think we all felt warm and fuzzy inside when Carmella took out that frosty witch Emily Vancamp and scored the title," Grace acknowledges in prefight. "All that hard work and persistence - who doesn't love to see that rewarded? But then, after a day or so, we saw that fight for what it was: an opportunistic pouncing of a very inexperienced champion who was a little overwhelmed by the moment. Carmella's a good fighter who has paid her dues, but she is NOT championship calibre. Frontstreet signed me to win these kinds of fights; I signed with Frontstreet so I could GET these kinds of fights, so Carmella's going down. Up to her if she gets hurt in the process, but either way: I'm leaving that ring with those belts!"

Tough talk leaving Carmella unfazed...was there ever a champion who so enjoyed milling with the press, signing for autographs, posing for pics with fans? Decesare clearly enjoying every single waking moment as a champion. "I'm not ready to let all this go," Carmella informs press-row. "I know Grace is a great fighter and the best conditioned athlete in the division. I know she throws 100 punches a round and her pursuit is relentless. I know all these things, but you know what? Grace's style is a little rigid - she's there to be hit, and she's fragile. I'm a willow-tree, baby: bend but never break. Grace? Grace is one of those trees that's really brittle. Looking forward to snapping her in the ring, because she's not taking all this away from me. I won't let her."

Carmella in pink fighting bikini with little white belt; white gloves; dark hair long and loose. Grace in yellow surfing bikini with a bit of a hip fastened by twist-tie; black gloves; messy ponytail with long bangs framing face.

During R1: Grace loping out in her stance, hands shoulder-height, jabbing for Carmy's face; pushing out the right hand - just trying to make contact as Decesare roams counterclockwise, hop-stepping lanky with hands at her sides. Slapping right/lefts wide to Grace's waist, Carmy bends waaay back on her hips as she leans away to disengage, showing the "Gumby" defence. Park chasing with the yo-yo jab/slap-chop right hand...Decesare weaving and bobbing underneath, then swinging-rangy from the crouch, sweeping mitts to cheek from weird angles. Carmy putting on a show - strapping Gracie's ribs; walloping her jaw lines...Decesare VERY bendy/elusive as Park's trying for equalizers and just can't touch her foe. Bell: Carmella with a cheeky wink at frowning Grace, showing high-spirits with a shutout first.

R2: Adjustment for Grace? Higher tempo. Park doubling up the jab; chopping home the right, then whack-batting ribs wide left/right/lefts as Decesare backs to ropes. Carmella slugging off the apron, but Grace's turn to weave out of range onto her back (right) leg, then lean back in via short, straight rights...Decesare catching firm clout. Carmy scampering to her right off the ropes, but can't outrun her long-legged tormentress - Grace ranging-in with the jab, punching her way close with the choppy right, then cleaning up ribs via licking lefts and rights until Decesare can escape. Down the stretch, Carmella flat footed, measuring with an extended left...she drifts Grace a grazing right to chin as Park's leaning back - Grace hooking-with, startling Carmy across the mouth in trade, then leaning in to DRILL a right hand clean across the chin! DECESARE'S DOWN! Carmella belted a quarter turn to her right and dropped to all fours...she's shaking head/blinking eyes as Grace shows confident dimples en route to neutral corner. Final moments all Grace cleaning up on Carmella's ribcage at ropes: Decesare in earmuff, suffering; Park leaning in with head close to Carmy's guard, hands belting away all rangy/supple at bell.

R3: Grace hopping forward in her stance, pinging with the jab; bending into HARD short right hands; lapping the sweeping, wide left hook come-back; backhanding out another pinging jab to locate Carmella as Decesare's stumbling about. Carmy scowling - Park's driving her to ropes, then revving up the blender, starting to stroke away with a rangy, whirling rhythm. Park's jab just flicking and pinging out, keeping Carmella occupied - it's the right hand chopper and two-fisted body strapping that's doing damage. Decesare breaking down - bobbing and rolling at ropes, but getting overwhelmed...she takes a veteran knee about half way through, just to catch her breath. After 8, Carmella attempts leggy evasive action, but Park quickly tracks her down - pinging jabs dotting the target like a sniper's laser, followed by rangy wallop. Down the stretch, Grace loose, flat-footed in wide stance, swiveling on her hips, twisting rangy into shots, really putting the strap to Carmella. Decesare grimacing, blocking and rolling best she can in the pocket, but with seconds left - Grace scrapes the guard a downward-driving right, then pops hips-right, arches her back and lashes a willow-switch left hook succulent to tummy. DOWN GOES DECESARE! Carmella cringing on receipt, sitting into ropes, then dropping to all fours...Grace nodding aggressively, looking things over as Carmy's tasting a lot of canvas through 3 heats!

R4: Park doing her thing - cutting off the ring all rangy-loping; touching Carmella a variety of gangly shots - that pinging jab; the slicing right; the batting, loose-limbed hook to tummy; whirling palm-down rights to flank. Decesare constantly battling off the ropes - hands at temples as she's dipping and rolling in the pocket, trying to shake her tormentress. Grace knocking and slashing away in rhythm, but occasionally lowering her head, leaning in and letting lanky arms propel hungry fists to Carmy's sleek ribcage. Thumping abuse meted out, ending in Decesare clinches as Grace has Playmate mouthbreathing, wincing through 4.

R5: Same again - more long-legged, hopping pursuit; more lanky, non-stop licking and lashing punches off a pinging jab - Grace just constantly at her girl all along the ropes. Carmy sputtering - pushing Grace off; bobbing in the pocket; blocking shots...but champ just can't get off. Park's volume as bewildering as it is punishing - just scouring away on a supple, frustrated vixen through 5. Park warned for elbows this round: she's often circular in her punching motion, bringing the elbows back and around in lithe, high arcs as she's re-loading.

Carmy gets a no-BS assessment in her corner: "Gotta hurt her, champ. Need to see her buns on the canvas, baby!"

R6: Carmella weaving low, getting under the Park one-two, hooking her viciously to tummy, then tipping torso-left to pull a wide right hand into Grace's left-side lats. Park grimacing, trying to clip Carmy the rigid left uppercut: Decesare slipping shots by inches, slopping back the hurt - belting Grace wide, swinging lefts while twisting-torso into supple delivery. Park backing up, trying to get into rhythm, she takes a sweeping right to cheek midway through and PARK GOES DOWN! Grace staring when her legs give way - she stumbles about before pitching to all fours, sending Carmella jogging all jugs a-jumpin' to neutral corner. Grace up at 8, but glassy-eyed...trim legs all shabby with hurt, forcing Park to lay on ropes for support. HERE COMES CARMY! Decesare's turn to lean her head forward into Grace's high guard while lashing the mitts to ribcage beneath...succulent, whapping rights and lefts spank at Park's lean chassis. Grace crippled, sponging punishment, but offering back the odd pushy receipt - nothing hard enough for Carmella to respect. Grace breaking down under pressure - catching the odd head-clout; ribs absorbing a terrible thrashing and DOWN GOES GRACE AGAIN! Park cringing, face pinched as she collapses to haunches and hands...she's trembling - Carmella's seething - ref counting...Park beats the count swooning at the bell!

R7: Both girls rickety, busting up, but they lope back into clockwise spiral midring, going flat-footed and bendy-torsoed when in range. Carmella extending the left, lining Park up for driving rights to chin, then bending low/covering up as Park tans the flanks with a rangy, arms-akimbo flat-knuckle delivery. Midway through, Park comes off the body, catching Carmy a hook to chin as Decesare's emerging from crouch...champ's legs spasm and DOWN SHE GOES! Sprawling onto her back in a heap of lissome goodness. Park blinking and exhausted in neutral corner - hollow-eyed when Carmy beats the count: Grace wades in to finish as lanky vixens lick it up at apron. Grace feeding Carmella hateful left uppercuts to breadbasket; chopping righty at her face...Carmy twisting side to side, trying to catch Grace sweeping leather upside the head and PARK GOES DOWN! Swinging right swivels Grace's head, dimming the lights...she sputters out of orbit to her right, whining as she reaches to ropes, trips and tumbles to her knees. Decesare blubbering en-route to neutral corner - she's out on her feet, just willing herself to compete on heart alone!

R8: Girls shabby with hurt, flat footed to midring - Carmy takes charge with tactics! Decesare in wide stance - feeding Grace a stiff-arm jab to face while crouching with weight on right (back) leg, pivoting counter-clockwise while stiff-arming the body; feeding Grace a rangy right hand, then ducking low under Park's swatting left/right receipts. Grace unhurt, but being managed here...Carmella using the left to steer and vex, ringing Park up righty just enough to get the judge's nod.

R9: Same again - Carmella boxing from that awkward, wide-legged crouch, fighting off her back (right) leg with left hand extended, driving-through on right hands-of-opportunity. Park trudging forward, getting her head turned by shots she walks into, her eyes glassy/lips parted, but she won't go down...zombie Grace tottering towards Carmella as Decesare lures her to apron, turns her counterclockwise, then lures her across the ring again. BREAK: Park's eyes swollen to slits - she's half asleep as trainer's telling her: "I need Carmella on her ass, Grace. You gotta step it up!"

R10: Park trudging forward, trying to finish, but she's SO weak from punishment now - pushing punches at 'mella; reacting late when the receipts crash home. Decesare shabby, but serviceable - still able to weave under Park's pushy one-twos, then hook breadbasket with supple authority. Park receiving tummy work with a pinched grimace, then covering up face-in-gloves...she's clobbered about her head and shoulders by rangy, slopping lefts and rights - stumbling around Carmella as champion beats her challenger. Down the stretch, both beauties too exhausted to stop the other - lanky vixens just lifting uppercuts/twisting into hooks from flat-footed stances, still belting away after the bell. Comes back an agonizing DRAW!

Decesare ending the suspense immediately by electing decisive overtime: battered Park quick to concur. They'll fight until one girl wins 2 rounds consecutively; stops the other, or; scores unanswered knockdown.

R11: Punished vixens walk to midring - Carmella opens the scoring via stepped-in jab to chest. Park slaps the hook/slings the right hand receipt while Decesare weaves, then it's Carmy swinging back - wide right hand sweeping across Grace's startled mouth. Woozy, limber-limbed slugging all about the ring as fighters take turns slugging and stumbling...ends up in ropes where determined Decesare lathering forces Park into face-in-gloves. Grace cringing forward behind her mitts, paralyzed as Carmella's slender arms bounce thudding right/lefts off flanks/ribs. BELL: both girls swaying from exhaustion as Carmy bangs out the round.

R11: More groggy stiff-legged work from both girls - hopeful punches pounding off puffy faces as fighters just work on auto-pilot. Grace finally settling into a routine whereby she rides her left arm over Carmy's right shoulder, pulling the champ forward. Not a clinch per-se, but Decesare too spent to shake it off...Grace able to feed Carmella a steady diet of shoving right hands to breadbasket/tits, with the occasional chin-check. Decesare's sleek thighs trembling as she suffers tug-and-punch here...Grace mindlessly getting off in a slit-eyed stupor.

R13: Girls B groggy! Shambling ruins wander to midring, pushing out leather/stumbling off balance if they miss. Girls whirling random wallops, falling in together, struggling to separate...it's late night at a honky tonk, everyone's had too much to drink, and the whole world's boiling down to being the last woman standing. Grace eventually gets her left arm over Carmy's right shoulder, starts feeding her that shrugging short right, body/face. Carmella in stupor, grunting from the body touches; sleepily accepting face punches as Grace no longer has the strength to finish. Bell: Grace digs out the round...she takes the title via UD13 attrition.

After: Girls fall into mutually exhausted embrace - all hard-feelings forgotten after an absolutely draining ring experience makes the fighters warrior-sisters. "I have to take back everything I said about Carmella," a still-reeling Grace says in postfight. "She's totally championship material. She fought me to a standstill, and could have just walked away like a little bytch, but she wanted domination or nothing - you have to respect that. I've said all along I'm the best conditioned athlete in boxing, and I showed that tonight. You get into a marathon with me and you're gonna come in second. It hasn't sunk in just yet that I'm champ, but when it does, there is going to be one HELL of a party. I'm on top at last...all my haters can suck it...and there's gonna be a lot MORE haters, 'cause I plan on ruling with an iron fist!"