Posted by simguy on 9/3/2005

Before: "I'm mopping up the marginal names in the division," chirps a brisk, businesslike Carter in prefight, "that means Chabert's catching a beating. From there, I truly feel like I've established myself as the blonde to beat. I don't see any dominant girls ahead of me - there's no one I can't handle when I'm on. I feel like I'm 3 or 4 fights away from taking a title and holding it for a long, long time." Chabes the underdog at most books - Sarah's recent rounds and overall class giving her the edge - but Lacey eager to test blonde's mettle. "Sarah's one of those girls who's like a B, B+ fighter, who thinks she's an A++. I'm telling you right now: Sarah Carter will have trouble with my strength. She can't back me up. I doubt she can even hurt me. I'm going to get on this scrawny little blonde and do some punching, and we'll just see how she handles the beef!" Chabert in hulking hot pink halter top, twist tied, navy blue trunks, pink mid-calf boxing shoes. Sarah in tawdry white cashmere crochet bikini, tan UGG boxing boots. Small gloves both vixens.

During R1,2: Chabert coming forward, making the fight, dukes at her eyebrows or chin as she weaves side to side, crouches, and punches hard to the body. Carter on her toes, rotating left or right, feinting, popping her jab - she's beating Lacey to punches, threading poke through the defence with superior marksmanship. Carter dictating with classy feet - saying when and where girls will trade - and she's not afraid to get onto her front foot, dip her left shoulder and lick a hard left hook thick against Lacey's ribs. Competitive rounds - Sarah takes both by slim margins.

R3: Chabert with a combination of punching, bumping, palming and bodying gets Carter stacked up at the ropes: this is where Lacey wants to be. Good bludgeoning stuff - Lacey nice and compact, swinging hard out of her crouch - just bashing at Sarah's trim flanks, slender arms, pushing her off to reset. Carter grimacing - she's in the soup and she knows it - just trying to block and roll, minimize the hurt as Chabert clangs away for points.

R4: Sarah up tempos, circles Chabert midring and samples all things Lacey. Jug taken via the jab or hooks - Sarah stepping in, staying on her front foot and twisting her lithe form to get some ginger on her jug-licks - cruel little smile as she pivots away, clearly relishing Lacey's discomfort. Sarah utilizing feints like a pro, freezing Lacey in place, then drilling her the hesitation right. On the Chabert side - she's getting clocked some fine Carter leather and showing no signs of hurt - Lacey apparently able to gobble the best Carter's got in early going.

R5: Chabert issuing stubby jabs, bulling Carter to ropes and putting a body on her to jostle that defence - Lacey working Sarah over big-girl this round. Chabes nice and thick to that body, ringing Carter's sinewy ribcage robust rights and lefts, bringing the hands back crisp, then hammering away fresh. Lacey fighting out of a nice weaving crouch - she's deceptively hard to hit off the ropes, moving her head well, shaking Carter with thudding stroke. Carter's face betraying her displeasure: she's keeping her chin off the table, but everything else getting clobbered - little blonde not really built to take this kind of sustained, hamhanded punishment.

R6: When Sarah's up on her toes, being first with the jab, moving around Lacey and keeping the fight midring - blonde's the boss. Chabert weaving, sullen as poke taps against tender brows, works under her eyes - Carter patiently tattooing her foe's face with stick, lead straight rights. Carter gambling on the inside at times just to belt those luscious Chabert jugs - blonde edging in close, shrugging away in chewy bursts of scrubbing lefts and rights: Chabert able to stand her ground in these moments and bang back to good effect to Sarah's flanks.

R7: When Lacey is able to move forward, crowd Sarah and fight off her chest against the ropes - brunette's the boss. Chabert just too strong if Sarah can't establish distance - Lacy pushing at her foe's arms along the apron, stepping-with Sarah, mauling her in rough clinches. Lace scoring to her foe's perky rack, first pushing Sarah's arms to the side to expose the goods, then working down torso as Carter slumps forward to cover. Sarah showing her back some as she doubles over - Lacey doing a good job cleaning up kidney and hip with swiping, short rights and lefts. Those shots aren't doing Sarah a lick of good, sending her back to her corner with a pained, cramped expression.

R8: Chabert with her best round, battering Sarah against the ropes bell to bell. Carter crossing her arms, bending forward and back, trying to snuggle up to slow the punishment - Lacey just shoving and slugging to her heart's content. Chabert in a weaving/slugging zone - pulling her fists into Sarah's body from either side, shaking the slender vixen, doubling her forward, then mopping up the back in systematic fashion. Carter just sick about it, but unable to do much - she's hard to hit on the chin and that's the only thing saving her from serious trauma in a one-sided Lacey 8th.

R9: Sarah jabs, steps right, claws her hook across Lacey's jugs: the most concerted, meanspirited attack against Chabert's rack of the night has the brunette tentative. Carter working off her jug-mugging, stepping right, getting angles for right crosses: Lacey getting tagged on the jaw, swatted to her tits. Late the round, Carter finds the right tool for the job: right uppercut splits the mitts, ringing up Lacey's backside for the first time, and then a VOLLEY of uppercuts pours through. Chabert tilted forward, framing her face for Sarah's cruel fists: Carter just skidding short, jagged left and right uppies against the chin and shiny face of her girl and LACEY TAKES A KNEE! Chabert finally hurt - Sarah able to concentrate her effort and leverage to the chin and give her girl a sound licking at the bell.

R10: Chabert too big and strong to go out to Sarah's fists, but brunette deeply discouraged: knockdown seems to have dimmed the fire in Lacey's eyes. Sarah sticking with what works: counterclockwise rotation, piston jabbing, slanting right crosses, clawing jug-hooks and rigid little uppercuts as Lacey bends forward. Chabert not moving her head the way she was, just posing for punishment - Carter really ringing up the face with those skidding uppies, both mitts. Lacey hurt, confused - Sarah outclasses her to the bell, taking pleasure in polishing Chabert's face to a bright, painful, shine. UD10 close, Sarah Carter.

After: Sarah's busy fists, movement the difference, but this was a good outing for the under-appreciated Chabert. All even after 8, Lacey's pressure and persistence forced Carter into overdrive to separate herself late. Sarah knocking out up and comer Kristen Bell, boxing the bigger and stronger Chabert into defeat: lithe little blonde starting to deliver on her boasts.