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18 September 2010 Sarah Carter vs Sienna Miller

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Posted by simguy (actual) on 9/18/2010, 10:15 am

BEFORE: "If I had a dime for every time Sienna, or Penelope - or any of these Euro-trash wannabes announced plans to 'conquer America' - I'd be retired by now!" Carter scoffs in response to Sienna's publicity campaign surrounding the fight. "They come here with these shady records they build up on some Italian beach - they talk all big, and then we turn them inside out and send them packing. This is going to be more of the same: Sienna can't fight; I don't respect Sienna; Sienna's getting beat!" Miller tight lipped throughout Carter's assault: it's like Sarah's slapping proud Briton face with every sentence. "Sarah is fairly representative of the US television starlet," Sienna shrugs at podium. "Good - not great - talent; more desire than ability; tragic in a way - without ever becoming poignant. She wants a beating, I see: she needs to be mastered, and I shall deliver her both in bushels!" Carter in gold bikini; long, low ponytail with bangs bracketing face; small black gloves. Sienna in black bikini; shoulder length hair loose; small black gloves.

R1: Sarah starts out cute: right dangling at her side as she pivots left while jab-jabbing the pawing left. Sienna makes her pay with a saucy right to chin/rigid left hook to mouth - smartening SArah up. Sienna takes over initiative via snapping, tart jab - going at Sarah's face: Miller driving in right hands straight down into Carter's lean midsection. Sarah chased out of her stance...she's loping the ring, showing leg, giving up canvas against a very aggressive Miller early.

R2: Clockwise rotation...girls in forward aspects - back (right) heels up off canvas. Trade in jabs is brisk, cruel, stiff: small gloves KRAK against delicate brows and cheekbones as girls take turns leaning in. Down the stretch, Sarah breaks the stalemate via classy pull-counter - leaning away from Miller's jab while dropping the right hand to waist, then licking the right hand up and over to chop at Miller's chin. Sienna baby-stepping in receipt: judges see her stumble - immediately award close points to Carter.

R3: Miller pressing the attack behind her jab, driving Sarah before her. Carter turning at the ropes, using the ring...midway through she lures Sienna into harm. Pair of cuffing hooks off the right leg startles Sienna's face: Sarah leaning in to collect a smart right cross, then popping hips-right to hoist a limber-limbed left uppercut deep to solar plexus. Sienna grunting "G-UHH!" - momentarily forced into crouching earmuff: Sarah celebrates via vicious buggywhip right hand chopped in above Sienna's sleek left hip. Carter roaming to her right, showboating: Sienna rallies, keeping right at her cheek while doling out left jabs...Sarah held at bay until Miller can get to finish line.

R4: Sarah lunging at Miller left/right/left - lanky, lean assault driving Sienna backwards in alarm. Minute mark, Sarah attacks/Miller stands ground: withering trade in slender rights and lefts sees CARTER SIT DOWN! Sudden, jolting hook takes Carter in the teeth, punching her to her buns: Miller smouldering, glaring down in triumph as Sarah's shaking it off. Resume: All Miller: Sarah covered up face-in-gloves at ropes, soaking under a steady stream of lathering lefts and rights. Bell: Sienna leans in from Sarah's left flank, drawing the elbow tip back into Carter's unsuspecting belly: Carter sobbing out "G-AHH!" doubling up/sitting in ropes as ref jumps in hot.

R5: Blonde girls glaring at each other frosty - circling clockwise - picking apart defences with punches accurate as hen-pecks. Sarah's left hand stitching in under Miller's eyes; Miller's left hand working Sarah's lower lip. Sarah unleashing sidearm buggywhip rights - lashing at Miller's ribs or waist; Miller looking to place gouging right uppercuts direct to solar plexus. Precision stuff: both beauties lumping up nicely as Sarah chips away for close points.

R6: Same as the fifth - wonderful, pinpoint, small-glove stuff as lean girls pick and tap away. Sienna's left eye begins to close from Sarah's needling jabs; Sarah's lower lip splits - prompting Miller to redeploy her jab to Sarah's left eye. Right hands about equal as Sarah's bendy lashes leave pink streaks across Miller's ribcage while Sienna's jagged uppercuts repeatedly dig the 'plexus. Judges see if for Miller by a hair.

R7: Another close, cruel round - the girls placing shots, punishing each other pretty. Mouse develops under Sarah's left eye as Miller's jab finds a home. Miller whining when she's stroked across her ribs now. Midway through, Sienna gets rough - her left hand grabbing at Sarah's right bicep, pushing the arm away so Miller can get vicious leverage on right uppercuts to midsection. Sarah grunting, folding up: Miller throws a bony shoulder into Carter's open mouth, then clips her a right uppercut to chin, sending Sarah tottering backward. Clean up flurry along ropes as Miller imposes will: Sarah covered up face-in-gloves, soundly lathered to both flanks...her long legs looking listless, heavy through 7.

R8: Sarah bares fangs, doubles up the jab, goes on the attack: Miller driven to ropes, forced to show face-in-gloves as Carter exacts retribution. Hateful stuff to Miller flanks - Sarah lashing and lathering away, rejoicing in pained wails of alarm from Miller. Sarah looking to carve in uppercuts, trying to split those mitts: Miller sliding to her right, trying to get out from under. Good hungry pursuit, Sarah - bell to bell: Miller taken out back the woodshed and soundly thrashed. At the break - Sarah whirls on her heel: PONYLASH! Miller crying out in protest as soft blonde ponytail brushes light across bruised eyes: Sarah waltzing back to her corner with a snarky grin.

R9: Miller gets to work - classy; intense. Weight on left leg - hands up - she bats down Sarah's jab with the open-hand right while simultaneously jabbing Carter's face PAK! Circling clockwise - Miller gets off pinpoint one twos from the left leg - tap-tapping at Sarah's face, punching her grumpy. Miller twisting spiteful jabs in Sarah's breasts: Sienna just applying polish, imposing will. At bell - dismay on Sarah's face: she's rarely been so thoroughly outboxed midring.

R10: Sienna ramps it up again - weight on front (left) leg - hands up - she chips and taps her way into Sarah. Carter turning clockwise with Sienna, facing into punishment: Sarah's rarely fielded this many pinpoint strikes to face - she's lumping up like putty. Sarah's jab intercepted by Miller's right palm: Sienna very deft, playing catch-and-poke with Sarah, and winning. Just intense, crisp, straight-punching from Sienna: Sarah visibly punchy/discouraged as Miller piles up points. Bell: triumph in Miller's mocking eyes; Sarah all puffy and distressed, can't hold her gaze. Comes back UD10, Sienna Miller.

After: Sarah distraught, wrenching her wrist out of ref's hand as soon as verdict's announced - she storms all angry-butt from the ring, headed for a tantrum in the locker room. Miller puffy, upbeat in postfight: "You all saw it," Sienna preens. "I outboxed Sarah; I punished Sarah; I dropped her and bullied her, AND I outclassed her. A comprehensive walloping start to finish...and just the first of many on these shores!" Brazen!