16 April 2004 Bantam Title Carmen Electra vs Britney Spears
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16 APRIL 2004 TITLE CH CARMEN ELECTRA VS BRITNEY SPEARS
UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE
Posted by Simguy on 4/16/2004, 6:29 pm.
Before: Carmen flushed with the Elisha Cuthbert notch on her belt—she’s ready to fry some big fish. “I knew once I had the belts, that I finally had the leverage to get Britney back to the table,” says a business savvy Electra. “I’m ready for her. I promise you this time it will be different.”
Electra with a lot of baggage as far as Britney is concerned: the BSE ouster; the one-sides superfight maulings.”Whatever Carmen does as champion,” notes on Celeb beat scribe, “If she doesn’t beat Britney head to head, the whole thing will be tarnished.”
Spears with that mystique going for her in this match up, knows this is going for her this could be her best shot at the title in some time. “Just because I’ve dominated Carmen in the past, doesn’t mean it will be easy,” says Politically correct Brit. “I lways expect her to dig in and fight me tough. ESPECIALLY with those belts on the line.”
Carmen in hot pink push up bra and panties—Britney in lime green push up, tawdry baby blue bikini bottoms.
During R1: Electra left at her side, right at her chest, left shoulder pointed at Brit==champion mobile, scooting to and fro, using her legs. Spears circling her left hand loose in the air, stepping in either direction, concentrating hard. Both girls looking to dart in, carrying the short right hand to chin—leap out and snag a hook==very dynamic tuff in the early going and SPEARS GOES DOWN! Shocking drop--—it blinking, open mouthed, sat down as girls jump together and Carmen’s tidy right caroms off chin—Spears takes an 8, seconds into the round. Similar leaping, gambling stuff—both girls taking chances with no jab, each trusting her reflexes and legs to get her in and out clean, power potshotting stuff—not a lot of contact, but what there is is meaningful and down the stretch SPEARS GOES FOWN! Bingo on the chin again—girls dipping and darting at each other—Carmen slips under a whistling Spears right hand, pops up out of the crouch with s chin-clipping hook nice and tight—Spears sat down hard once again, getting gingerly to her feet at the bell.
R2: Carmen grinning, stomp-feinting, trying for her chin with stinging hooks and those hop-n short rights off the shoulder. Spears with a smart adjustment—getting outboxed by agile Carmen, Britney retreats to ropes and sets up shop, inviting Electra in—champ weaves her way in to snuggle mouth on shoulder with Britney and it’s furious hustle-punching on the inside. Girls dug in, working hard, breathing through pursed lips with the effort of punching one another’s abdominals. ribs and tits as hard and fast as they possibly can. Chins are ignored as body pride takes over—girls taking turns just scouring away downstairs. Sears muscular, calm in there—getting off, then shoving Carmen back by her shoulders, waving the brunette back in—Electra obliging, snuggling cheek to cheek and getting back at it. Pretty even rub down, but Spears gets Electra to give up her mobile hit and run tactics—blonde snares a tasty round of giddyup in-fighting.
R3: Electra’s fixated—just can’t accept the idea of Britney beating her body to body on the inside—champ reaches in with her left under Britney’ right and once again the girls are locked in mortal combat cheek to cheek. Solid bump and punch—Britney getting off her bursts, then shoving Carmen off to reload. Carmen snatching at Spers’ rich belly. Bumping her back with the shoulder. Slowly but surely. Electra eases Britney to the ropes and starts to outwork the blonde—Britney going defensive, pulling in her arms, stooping forward and getting shelled as Carmen work her over. Al Electra at the bell, using her left shoulder and chicken-wing left elbow to nudge and prop, snapping off hooks, body and head, gutting Britney juicy right hands up under her jugline.
R4: Champ going right back inside, swelling with confidence—she’s engaging the younger woman toe to toe, taking the fight to Britney and backing her up. Spears concerned, eyes intense—she’s bumping Carmen off, then hup-hup-hupping to the gut, but she can’t back the champ off. Spears bullied to the ropes once again—ribs and tummy under constant snapping attack and ELECTRA GOES JUG! Crowd roars to its feet as Electra helps herself—turning her body to smear Britney’s breasts with hook/forearm—back the other way with slutty rights. Britney sobbing aloud, draping her arms around Carmen’s shoulders—Electra able to swish back and forth, scrubbing those puppies raw with heartless shoe-shine and a winning smile.
R5: Electra marching on Spears now engaging Britney cheek to cheek, beating down the hated body, bulling and brawling blonde into the ropes. Electra pressing up now, crossing her arms, using her right cheek to budge Britney upright, then clubbing away—Spears looking ramshackle, not answering back as the constant pounding start to take numbing effect. Spears gritting her teeth, closing her eyes, twisting d turning with punches, right hand at her cheek, left across her aching gut. Carmen really opening up, exhaling “HAH! HAH! HAH!” as she racks hard hooks across Britney’s bra or tucks home gancha hooks under the elbow. Muscular effort from Electra as she gets on Britney between bursts, keeping the blonde pinned down, feeling the weight. At the bell, Carmen lights Britney up pretty: thumping right on the belly, sudden right uppercut—Spears shook, staring as Electra spins on her heel, skips back to her corner.
R6: SPEARS POUNDS AWAY TO JUG! Britney just going bra with lead right hands at midring, driving Carmen ropeside and it’s brutal, systematic payback as Britney gets close, starts to work with short, shrugging punches, Carmen crying out at the abuse, momentarily distraught—she’s shipping shellack, panicking, not doing much defensively as Sears goes to town. Electra finally starts bending foreword to protect her ravaged goods—Britney unpacks her old friend the kidney punch, drawing fresh cries of torment as Electra sags sideways into the ropes. All Britney to the final minute—Spears using her shoulder to pile Carmen upright, then working her struggling midsection with thump when champ turns on a chopping right counter! Britney stepping in fence post holes—she reaches to tie up—Carmen ducks low, left hand at her thigh, comes up with a gutting right in the belly, arches her back to get the right uppercut and THERE GOES BRITNEY’S LEGS! Spears staggering away, barely evading leaping Electra finishers—Carm able to hound Brit the length of the ring—Brit hitting the far ropes hard. Carmen showboating, dropping her hands, leaning forward with her chin, then rocking Britney with circus uppercuts from either hand. Spears wisely cowering, covering up at the bell. Electra hooting in triumph as she aborts the Spears rally, steals the Spears round--Carmen racks up her 4th straight round.
R7: Spears sullen, frowning, retreating—Carmen taunting, laughing, showing a hands down look, leaping in and out—Electra the boss and rubbing it in tonight. Electra easing back on the throttle, going flat footed. Right to her chest, she’ll backhand jabs off her thigh, trying to tempt Britney into jumping in, then cuffing the blonde with slick counter-hooks. Carmen will ease in shoulder to shoulder—eyes bright and playful as she matches wits with Britney inside---steadily eating the blonde up with sneaky, little rights to the belly out of screened stances, clawing hooks, timely shoulder bumps, Spears tight lipped, looking all punished and worn down—she’s spending a lot of time with her back to the ropes, soaking up Electra punches and not answering back.
R8: First minute—Spears times an ill-advised Electra rush—blonde pivoting left around a nice swatting hook that catches Carmen’s ear, sends her sprawling forward into the ropes. Second minute—Britney times another rush, ducking in an fitting her right into Csrmen’s mouth as Electra’s right swings loose over the top. Third minute—Spears patiently jabbing her way inside and bodying Electra to the ropes—methodical payback to the ribs an belly—not as furious as early on but rich, thick digs that have the champ stiff and compliant. Britney with her left shoulder in Carm’s chest, left hand o—blonde just ripping up with right, wearing out te Electra jugs at the bell with tidy inside uppercut action. Hard feelings as girls chest up and jaw—ref takes a hand warns both to stay professional.
R9: Carmen Electra halts another Britney Spears rally—any time Britney’s shown signs of life, Electra’s been able to rise her game and shut the pop queen down. Electra left at her hip, right at her chest, bending an easing into Britney, then just shouldering her into the ropes—Electra crowding close in that compact stance, able to snap and cli her punches as Britney grows sullen, unresponsive. Blonde just getting outworked—she’ll try to mirror Carmen’s stance and trade cute licks on the inside—she’ll try to ear muff up and look to counter the openings but Electra’s just dressing her up. Good thick hooks in behind the elbow draw boozy whispers of hurt from Britney at the bell: music to Carmen’s ears.
R10: Electra storming across the ring, palm-shoving Britney back into her corner then reaching under her arms to press up tight—Electra leaving her scent on her nemesis, wants to take it out on Spears up close an personal. Tasty tucking punching in close—girls fitting cruel digs into trembling tummy and throbbing ribs—turning on swabbing forearm shots to jug as they struggle for punching room. Midway through—Spears with a nice spin move, puts Carmen in the corner, finds the center of Electra’s belly with a thick right hand that seems to have the champ stiffened. Electra fighting it off, fighting back, but Spears in control--she’s working hard up the middle, bending Carmen forward, then digging hard to the kidney ‘round the right elbow. Down the stretch, Electra shuddering from those back punches, wincing cringing away from them and Spears turns a clapping hook across the face, putting Carm sideways, hunched over against the ropes. Brutal pounding left on the exposed kidney buckles Carmen’s legs, rising right hands into the overhanging jugs and face, more lefts hard onto the back and CARMEN GOES DOWN! Electra on all fours, trembling, sobbing—she sits back on her haunches, right hand clutching her back and it’s OVER! Good Lord—Carmen Electra quits—KO10 for the winner and NEW bantam champion—Britney Spears!
After: Oh the AGONY! Carmen finally dominating Britney an battering her beating her down minute after minute, piling up 7 rounds going into the 10th—Spears jinxes Electra again with the most heartbreaking result ever between these two. Carmen absolutely inconsolable—even Britney feels some sympathy in post fight. “She’s crushed,” says the new champ, “I know what she’s going through and I feel bad for her, but you know what? That’s boxing. Somebody’s got to be the better woman and it hurts for Carmen to realize as far as we’re concerned, that better woman is me. She hates me, so there’s nothing I can say to her, but under different circumstances, I’d be there for her.” Sounds good until you see the replays of those vicious, targeted kidney shots that effectively crippled Electra—hard to believe you could do that to someone you don’t feel deep animosity towards.
Reposted by Archer
9/27/21
UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE
Posted by Simguy on 4/16/2004, 6:29 pm.
Before: Carmen flushed with the Elisha Cuthbert notch on her belt—she’s ready to fry some big fish. “I knew once I had the belts, that I finally had the leverage to get Britney back to the table,” says a business savvy Electra. “I’m ready for her. I promise you this time it will be different.”
Electra with a lot of baggage as far as Britney is concerned: the BSE ouster; the one-sides superfight maulings.”Whatever Carmen does as champion,” notes on Celeb beat scribe, “If she doesn’t beat Britney head to head, the whole thing will be tarnished.”
Spears with that mystique going for her in this match up, knows this is going for her this could be her best shot at the title in some time. “Just because I’ve dominated Carmen in the past, doesn’t mean it will be easy,” says Politically correct Brit. “I lways expect her to dig in and fight me tough. ESPECIALLY with those belts on the line.”
Carmen in hot pink push up bra and panties—Britney in lime green push up, tawdry baby blue bikini bottoms.
During R1: Electra left at her side, right at her chest, left shoulder pointed at Brit==champion mobile, scooting to and fro, using her legs. Spears circling her left hand loose in the air, stepping in either direction, concentrating hard. Both girls looking to dart in, carrying the short right hand to chin—leap out and snag a hook==very dynamic tuff in the early going and SPEARS GOES DOWN! Shocking drop--—it blinking, open mouthed, sat down as girls jump together and Carmen’s tidy right caroms off chin—Spears takes an 8, seconds into the round. Similar leaping, gambling stuff—both girls taking chances with no jab, each trusting her reflexes and legs to get her in and out clean, power potshotting stuff—not a lot of contact, but what there is is meaningful and down the stretch SPEARS GOES FOWN! Bingo on the chin again—girls dipping and darting at each other—Carmen slips under a whistling Spears right hand, pops up out of the crouch with s chin-clipping hook nice and tight—Spears sat down hard once again, getting gingerly to her feet at the bell.
R2: Carmen grinning, stomp-feinting, trying for her chin with stinging hooks and those hop-n short rights off the shoulder. Spears with a smart adjustment—getting outboxed by agile Carmen, Britney retreats to ropes and sets up shop, inviting Electra in—champ weaves her way in to snuggle mouth on shoulder with Britney and it’s furious hustle-punching on the inside. Girls dug in, working hard, breathing through pursed lips with the effort of punching one another’s abdominals. ribs and tits as hard and fast as they possibly can. Chins are ignored as body pride takes over—girls taking turns just scouring away downstairs. Sears muscular, calm in there—getting off, then shoving Carmen back by her shoulders, waving the brunette back in—Electra obliging, snuggling cheek to cheek and getting back at it. Pretty even rub down, but Spears gets Electra to give up her mobile hit and run tactics—blonde snares a tasty round of giddyup in-fighting.
R3: Electra’s fixated—just can’t accept the idea of Britney beating her body to body on the inside—champ reaches in with her left under Britney’ right and once again the girls are locked in mortal combat cheek to cheek. Solid bump and punch—Britney getting off her bursts, then shoving Carmen off to reload. Carmen snatching at Spers’ rich belly. Bumping her back with the shoulder. Slowly but surely. Electra eases Britney to the ropes and starts to outwork the blonde—Britney going defensive, pulling in her arms, stooping forward and getting shelled as Carmen work her over. Al Electra at the bell, using her left shoulder and chicken-wing left elbow to nudge and prop, snapping off hooks, body and head, gutting Britney juicy right hands up under her jugline.
R4: Champ going right back inside, swelling with confidence—she’s engaging the younger woman toe to toe, taking the fight to Britney and backing her up. Spears concerned, eyes intense—she’s bumping Carmen off, then hup-hup-hupping to the gut, but she can’t back the champ off. Spears bullied to the ropes once again—ribs and tummy under constant snapping attack and ELECTRA GOES JUG! Crowd roars to its feet as Electra helps herself—turning her body to smear Britney’s breasts with hook/forearm—back the other way with slutty rights. Britney sobbing aloud, draping her arms around Carmen’s shoulders—Electra able to swish back and forth, scrubbing those puppies raw with heartless shoe-shine and a winning smile.
R5: Electra marching on Spears now engaging Britney cheek to cheek, beating down the hated body, bulling and brawling blonde into the ropes. Electra pressing up now, crossing her arms, using her right cheek to budge Britney upright, then clubbing away—Spears looking ramshackle, not answering back as the constant pounding start to take numbing effect. Spears gritting her teeth, closing her eyes, twisting d turning with punches, right hand at her cheek, left across her aching gut. Carmen really opening up, exhaling “HAH! HAH! HAH!” as she racks hard hooks across Britney’s bra or tucks home gancha hooks under the elbow. Muscular effort from Electra as she gets on Britney between bursts, keeping the blonde pinned down, feeling the weight. At the bell, Carmen lights Britney up pretty: thumping right on the belly, sudden right uppercut—Spears shook, staring as Electra spins on her heel, skips back to her corner.
R6: SPEARS POUNDS AWAY TO JUG! Britney just going bra with lead right hands at midring, driving Carmen ropeside and it’s brutal, systematic payback as Britney gets close, starts to work with short, shrugging punches, Carmen crying out at the abuse, momentarily distraught—she’s shipping shellack, panicking, not doing much defensively as Sears goes to town. Electra finally starts bending foreword to protect her ravaged goods—Britney unpacks her old friend the kidney punch, drawing fresh cries of torment as Electra sags sideways into the ropes. All Britney to the final minute—Spears using her shoulder to pile Carmen upright, then working her struggling midsection with thump when champ turns on a chopping right counter! Britney stepping in fence post holes—she reaches to tie up—Carmen ducks low, left hand at her thigh, comes up with a gutting right in the belly, arches her back to get the right uppercut and THERE GOES BRITNEY’S LEGS! Spears staggering away, barely evading leaping Electra finishers—Carm able to hound Brit the length of the ring—Brit hitting the far ropes hard. Carmen showboating, dropping her hands, leaning forward with her chin, then rocking Britney with circus uppercuts from either hand. Spears wisely cowering, covering up at the bell. Electra hooting in triumph as she aborts the Spears rally, steals the Spears round--Carmen racks up her 4th straight round.
R7: Spears sullen, frowning, retreating—Carmen taunting, laughing, showing a hands down look, leaping in and out—Electra the boss and rubbing it in tonight. Electra easing back on the throttle, going flat footed. Right to her chest, she’ll backhand jabs off her thigh, trying to tempt Britney into jumping in, then cuffing the blonde with slick counter-hooks. Carmen will ease in shoulder to shoulder—eyes bright and playful as she matches wits with Britney inside---steadily eating the blonde up with sneaky, little rights to the belly out of screened stances, clawing hooks, timely shoulder bumps, Spears tight lipped, looking all punished and worn down—she’s spending a lot of time with her back to the ropes, soaking up Electra punches and not answering back.
R8: First minute—Spears times an ill-advised Electra rush—blonde pivoting left around a nice swatting hook that catches Carmen’s ear, sends her sprawling forward into the ropes. Second minute—Britney times another rush, ducking in an fitting her right into Csrmen’s mouth as Electra’s right swings loose over the top. Third minute—Spears patiently jabbing her way inside and bodying Electra to the ropes—methodical payback to the ribs an belly—not as furious as early on but rich, thick digs that have the champ stiff and compliant. Britney with her left shoulder in Carm’s chest, left hand o—blonde just ripping up with right, wearing out te Electra jugs at the bell with tidy inside uppercut action. Hard feelings as girls chest up and jaw—ref takes a hand warns both to stay professional.
R9: Carmen Electra halts another Britney Spears rally—any time Britney’s shown signs of life, Electra’s been able to rise her game and shut the pop queen down. Electra left at her hip, right at her chest, bending an easing into Britney, then just shouldering her into the ropes—Electra crowding close in that compact stance, able to snap and cli her punches as Britney grows sullen, unresponsive. Blonde just getting outworked—she’ll try to mirror Carmen’s stance and trade cute licks on the inside—she’ll try to ear muff up and look to counter the openings but Electra’s just dressing her up. Good thick hooks in behind the elbow draw boozy whispers of hurt from Britney at the bell: music to Carmen’s ears.
R10: Electra storming across the ring, palm-shoving Britney back into her corner then reaching under her arms to press up tight—Electra leaving her scent on her nemesis, wants to take it out on Spears up close an personal. Tasty tucking punching in close—girls fitting cruel digs into trembling tummy and throbbing ribs—turning on swabbing forearm shots to jug as they struggle for punching room. Midway through—Spears with a nice spin move, puts Carmen in the corner, finds the center of Electra’s belly with a thick right hand that seems to have the champ stiffened. Electra fighting it off, fighting back, but Spears in control--she’s working hard up the middle, bending Carmen forward, then digging hard to the kidney ‘round the right elbow. Down the stretch, Electra shuddering from those back punches, wincing cringing away from them and Spears turns a clapping hook across the face, putting Carm sideways, hunched over against the ropes. Brutal pounding left on the exposed kidney buckles Carmen’s legs, rising right hands into the overhanging jugs and face, more lefts hard onto the back and CARMEN GOES DOWN! Electra on all fours, trembling, sobbing—she sits back on her haunches, right hand clutching her back and it’s OVER! Good Lord—Carmen Electra quits—KO10 for the winner and NEW bantam champion—Britney Spears!
After: Oh the AGONY! Carmen finally dominating Britney an battering her beating her down minute after minute, piling up 7 rounds going into the 10th—Spears jinxes Electra again with the most heartbreaking result ever between these two. Carmen absolutely inconsolable—even Britney feels some sympathy in post fight. “She’s crushed,” says the new champ, “I know what she’s going through and I feel bad for her, but you know what? That’s boxing. Somebody’s got to be the better woman and it hurts for Carmen to realize as far as we’re concerned, that better woman is me. She hates me, so there’s nothing I can say to her, but under different circumstances, I’d be there for her.” Sounds good until you see the replays of those vicious, targeted kidney shots that effectively crippled Electra—hard to believe you could do that to someone you don’t feel deep animosity towards.
Reposted by Archer
9/27/21