BOXING ON THE BEACH

Posted by simguy on 9/3/2007, 10:11 am

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost))

Before: Venice Beach CA: Tuff Tiff Thiessen returns in all her juggy glory, clearly unimpressed by chesty British comp. "She's got a big, fat rack," TAT shrugs, "who doesn't? This girl isn't a celebrity, and from what I've seen, she's not a fighter either. It takes more than cup size to beat real fighters. Lucy needs to go home, tend bar or whatever she does, and pop out a few kids; she's got no future on our beaches." Pinder non-plussed - getting used to brash American style trash talk. "I hope to prove Tiffany wrong," Lucy says, taking the high road. "She was a fine fighter in her day - although I thought she was dead or something - it's grand to see her still trying to make a go of it. I know her style, and it's perfect for me. The fans will see healthy punching and no running, and that's what they're here for." Tiff in white halter, twist tied betwixt jugg; navy bottoms with white vine print; white gloves. Lucy in pale pink bikini with black vine print; white gloves. Sea-breeze moving women's hair; ring posts set up directly in sand; bleachers overlooking.

During R1: Girls steam out of port - bare feet swishing in sand; they plant, trade heavy right hand roundhouses wide to body; back up top with ringing hooks. Pinder on her heels, eyes wide: Tiff's got pop. Thiessen paws the jab, then jams a straight right fat to Lucy's jugg; girls trade stout hooks to chops - both lasses stamping in sand when clouted. Back and forth - flat footed, strong-legged slugging - both girls right there for the punching - both loading up and lugging home beef in lieu of volume. Pinder steadily getting the worst of it - she eventually hits ropes, covers up. Tiff pivots to her right, bounces a tight hook off Lucy's forehead, drops the right in on exposed jaw, then bodies up while jamming away left hand to paunch. Lucy winded, blurting out in pain as she takes Tiff's weight and punch both - ref issues break as hungry Thiessen licks her lips, eyes flashing.

R2: Same flat-footed swishing - both girls simply looking to close and get off hamhanded. Wild swinging Lucy missing early - but so beefy, Tiffany has to cover up and back away. Pinder wading forward - by second minute she's swinging freely at Tiffany's flanks, shaking busty American with sheer heft of wallop. Tiff trying to answer back, but she's being buffetted backwards, not getting her weight into shots. Speaking of weight: Lucy stepping in close, turning into short, muscular right hands - she's dangling her left at her side as she gets 100% jugg behind these massive, pounding blasts. Tiffany belted in a groggy reel across sand - you can see her bracing for the blast, covering up, but simply being bludgeoned sideways as Lucy steps in. Pinder scowling, stepping-to - she lands a right hand so fat and clean to Tiffany's chest that Thiessen's sent staggering backwards, finally plopping to her backside in sand as crowd roars to it's feet. Pinder's chest heaving, her blood's up: after Tiff's 8 - Lucy wades in snarling - dangling that left hand while BELTING Tiffany right hands to left flank and skull. POOR TIFFANY! Tiff trying to cover up, stoop forward - she's being shaken by beefy blasts - beaten to her right along the ropes. Lucy baring her teeth, stepping in strong, turning her torso into one slamming right hand after another: THIS is the form she's used to devastate page 3 models, pop-tartlets and other assorted B-level Euro-comp on the British beach scene. All too much for Tiffany: dreadful shelling beats her sideways to ropes: she turns into them, clutching top strands in both arms as her legs give way. She's just hanging there, holding on as Pinder plants feet wide, plowing right hands to back, buttock and skull to bell. Lucy seething - ref has to shove her back as Tiffany staggers to corner.

R3: Tiffany hands up, elbows in, eyes narrowed: she's got her work cut out for her. Lucy loading up and whaling away righty: Tiff able to read the wide blows, crouch into 'em, then answer back short n' snug, pumping lefts and rights to Lucy's tummy and tits. Pinder getting backed up - unable to get weight forward: Tiff's found the key for unlocking her foe. Pinder beaten in stages to ropes: Tiff methodical here, pushing in on Lucy, palming the girl's arms out to either side, then getting after that rack with brawny, belting swings. Lucy shouting in shock - frequently with her arms pushed over the top rope, exposing her massive rack to a terrible bludgeoning. Tiff working hard, cheeks flushed, legs stamping in sand to keep PInder pinned down - then Tiff pushes and palms to open her foe up for more leather. Job of work - Tiffany hammering away like a blacksmith at times - sweat flying off her brow as plunges into Lucy's helpless rack with thudding rights and lefts. Pinder shabby - laying against ropes and sopping it up: she's blubbering at the bell, arms crossed against her juggs as Tiff swishes away frowning.

R4: Sloppiest round thus far - both women careening into each other with wild punches, embracing, then falling to sand. At one point - girls in close, brawling so recklessly they tumble through the ropes, outside the ring - rolling on sand into the feet of the ringside spectators. Counterproductive ferocity as neither girl manages to get much clean work done, but down the stretch they get to swinging CRAZY - chins up, butts back and TIFFANY GOES DOWN! Thiessen simply facing into clobbering blows, goes to all fours as she loses a free-swinging exchange. Pinder screeching in exultation - ref has to body her back as she lets Tiff hear all about it.

R5: Groggy, shabby vixens lurch up off stools, trudge through sand, fall into one another's arms and stagger mindlessly to ropes. Both girls working out of the wrap - riding her left arm round the other's shoulders while plugging away righty to gut or jug. Pained blurts escaping both sets of bruised lips as the girls hold and jam away - ref slapping at restraining arms, issuing breaks. They simply plow back in together, tummies struggling against hated flesh - girls tumbling along the ropes in mutual embraces, trying to get top position. Tiff separates herself late: she's got Lucy draped and exhausted on ropes, miserably trying to keep her chest covered up as Thiessen pulls the defenses down. Tiff pushing Lucy's arms back over top rope, then slamming in cheap and heavy - Thiessen turning into her punches, laying in against Lucy's heaving rack as Pinder shouts in outrage, shipping it thick through 5.

R6: Tiff's been cuter, snugger, more compact - she's won more minutes and controlled more territory: but weight of shot belongs to Lucy. Even covered up, braced in the sand, Tiffany can't hold her ground when Pinder steps in proper, turns her torso-left and plows home the right hand to shoulder or flank. Thiessen bludgeoned in a circle, loosening as Pinder shells the defences: Pinder able to land heavy wallop to jug as Tiffany's form falls apart. Thiessen staggering to ropes, eyes forlorn: she's hurt again, unable to slug back, and Lucy's wading in all flashing eyes and snarling lips. OH THE BEATDOWN! Tiff sitting in ropes, trying to keep her hands up: Lucy smashing away wide righty - great beefy spanks sounding out from Thiessen's exhausted flesh. Sun beating down as Lucy reloads, steps in, turns into her shot - resetting with her left hand pushing at the crown of Tiffany's head to stabilize. Over and over and over again - just a thudding, beefy job of work as Lucy shakes Tiffany to her body, wrestles her guard apart, then gets into that rack with slopping heft. It's all too much - Tiff ragged and loose, sopping up the wallop - she finally turns, droops to her right, plops down into the sand groaning, hugging her body as she lies right cheek down. Pinder roaring - she drops to her knees and BEATS THE SIDES OF HER FISTS AGAINST TIFFANY'S SHINY WHITE BACK! Enraged Lucy just bashing down on helpless meat - poor Tiffany making shabby little KO'd grunts, only dimly aware of what's happening to her as she lies there. Ref finally tackles Lucy away: Pinder's the KO6 victrix.

After: Lucy stands and delivers: Tiff obliging the hulking British phenom by standing more or less in front and trading - it's a recipe for destruction. "I like what I saw here today," grins the always opportunistic KIana Tom - a prime conduit between the beach scene and various television outlets. "Lucy's raw, exciting. She gets hit, she hits back hard - fans love women like this. I love that she beat Tiffany when she was face-down and helpless. That tells me Lucy's hot blooded - and you definitely need that on the beach. I can get her a lot of work - I can get her fights with Brook Burke, Paula Trickey, Sofia Vergara - great fights she can't get anywhere else and fights she'll need if she hopes to ever make it big in this sport."



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