Part 1

Originally posted by Simguy on 1/11/2008, 10:09 pm.

Before: Kelly clearly enjoying being under Sarah’s skin—blonde unusually agitated, testy whenever Monaco’s close by.

“Women know when they have other women psyched,” Kelly grins. “I’ve seen Sarah stealing glances at me, and I see the same look in her eyes that I see in most women: she’s intimidated. She can’t believe how put-together I am, and she knows her body‘s already come up short against mine. The girl is overwhelmed by me—she’s going back down a long hard road that’s going to end in heartache for her, and she KNOWS it. I’m surprised really—she’s protected now, she could probably have avoided this, but I’m delighted that she’s chosen to face her daemon. Breaking her was one of the highlights of my career, and it’s going to be a thrill scaling those heights again.

Carter tense, avoiding eye contact with Monaco as the blonde takes the mic. “It’s no secret that I’ve suffered at Kelly’s hands,” Sarah admits quietly, “early in my career. She’s tested my spirit when I was just starting out, and I wasn’t always up to her standard. But things are different now. I’ve been fighting steadily—I’ve secured management—I’ve fought the best competition in the division and I’ve grown as a fighter since Kelly and I last competed. All Kelly and her ‘fabulous physique’ have done is get older. There’s a huge difference between what I am now, and what I was then. It’s Kelly’s turn to suffer. That’s all I have to say.”

Sarah in black cotton jockey two piece; long low ponytail with bangs framing face; small black gloves. Kelly in tan bra and panties from her legendary Maxim shoot; short scruffy ponytail with bangs framing face.

Staredown—Kelly leaning in, trying to force eye contact: Sarah staring at the canvas, rigidly still.

During R1: Sarah right hand at eyebrow, left chin-high—she’s stretching in a hot left jab, scoot-steppin’ left after scoring—just testing Kelly’s reflexes. Monaco supple—rotating her torso in a deep crouch, hands stacked right atop left against her body. Sarah’s bare feet dry, whispering on canvas as she slides around, dragging lead left foot, pushing off the ball of the back right foot.

And then, the wheels fall off for Sarah.

Kelly turning in her crouch, weaving Carter’s jab, times a clapping hook as Sarah’s pouncing in: CARTER GOES DOWN! Sarah up quickly, but starstruck, tears welling up as Kelly jogs happily to neutral corner.

Bad beating along the ropes—Kelly to Sarah—Monaco stepping-with a still-swooning Sarah, locating her with jabs in the chest, then pounding her free-swinging rights and lefts. Big swinging extension on these shots—Kelly doing a good job keeping distance and lathering with leverage—Sarah bludgeoned to all fours in the second minute: Kelly lifting her mitts and bellowing.

Final minute: Sarah dizzy, covered up face-in-gloves in her corner; Kelly Monaco squares away, pounds at her blonde. Monaco just dishin’ it Playmate style—pushing into Sarah to set her, then swinging lefts and rights at Carter’s flat tummy and slender ribs up underneath. Monaco huffing and puffing—her chin out over Sarah’s left shoulder as the leather gets lugged in and SARAH’S DOWN AGAIN! Carter wilting to all fours, crying in disappointment as Monaco lifts her mitts and screams at ringsiders: “SHE’S FINISHED!”

During break-cameras ruthlessly zoom in on a distraught, badly shaken Carter, ice queen veneer stripped away—she’s crying, frightened and SO disappointed in her miserable start: corner works hard to calm her, dry her eyes—telling her “You’re OK baby—that’s round one and it’s over. Box this round Sarah, get your legs back, just be boxing and touching her Sarah—do what you do, baby.”

R2: Carter regroups nicely, getting on her toes, dancing the ring. Monaco chasing—occasionally overeager: Carter able to fade, then drill pull-counter right hands to Kelly’s face. Monaco staggered midway through: Sarah baring her teeth, eyes wide as she’s triggering these swift right hands. No follow up from Carter—she stings Kelly, moves to the left—keeping up a steady stream of stitching in-out jabs to Monaco’s heaving breasts.

R3: Kelly still very aggressive—willing to take Sarah’s jab in order to position for juggy haymakers. Cater gunshy as swinging blockbusters just miss her face—blonde bailing out, running away a little too skittishly for judges’ liking. Monaco can’t land heavy, but her lusty swings/constant forward posture make her the clear aggressor.

R4: Midway through, Kelly catches Sarah backing away with an overhand right—CARTER SCOOTS TO HER BACXKSIDE! Carter punching the canvas in frustration: Kelly brightening, jogging all jugs a-jumpin’ to neutral corner—throwing a happy little series of body blows into turnbuckle as Sarah’s hauling herself up. Carter takes 8—she’s disheveled, face shiny with punishment: grinning Kelly wades in to dish up extra. HAMMER AND TONGS! Sarah bares her teeth, swings from her thighs, while dipping her torso down and to either side—great clapping whacks belts Kelly upside the head, driving her backwards. Monaco stunned, but happy to oblige—she gambles on a looping right, belting Sarah upside the head even as blonde right hand is landing in kind. Both trim sets of legs shimmy, then hold—dazed beauties seething, wailing away toe-to-toe as carter firms, slops it wide-n’-heavy to brunette’s head and rack. Monaco reeling at the bell—desperate Carter slugging converts Kelly’s beefy 10-8 to a slender 10-9.

Corner more forceful with Sarah during the break—imploring her to box. “I do NOT want a repeat of Virginie Ledoyen out there, Sarah—are you listening to me?” Carter losing her composure shrieks at her trainer: “She’s BEATING me!”

Monaco/Carter conc.

Originally posted by Simguy on 1/11/2008, 10:10 p,m.

R5: Sarah unsteady on her legs—nearly falling down after avoiding a big Kelly right hand—Monaco POURING herself at shaky blonde. Minute mark—Sarah hopping to her right along the ropes: Kelly steps and fetches a wide hook to chops, punching Sarah’s head back over the ropes and DROPPING HER TO ALL FOURS! Carter dismal, fighting tears—she’s getting caught and ROCKED repeatedly, just trying to keep herself together. 8 count, Sarah, she digs in at apron, covers up: Kelly plunges into her blonde. Healthy, chugging rights and lefts pump to tummy: Kelly just grinning out over Sarah’s left shoulder as blonde crumples forward. Pancake-stacking from Kelly as she gets low and bodies Sarah into ropes, then plugs away to gut as groaning blonde tries to clinch, Ref’s breaks buy Sarah precious moments, but Kelly always wading back in—constant press of brunette on blonde, smothering poor Sarah at ropes. Bell: Kelly cleaning up on cringing, doubled over Carter—ref has to pull punchin’ Playmate off her foe.

R6: Sarah in wide stance, eyes hard: she’s firming psychologically. Carter feinting, stitchin’ a stamping jab to Kelly’s rack, then jumping back, circling right—curving back in on Kelly from angles. Monaco missing, looking a little loose: she’s not showing enough respect and Sarah’s steadily scoring. Down the stretch, carter rings up a shocking lead right: blonde with a quick two-handed push on Kelly’s face, sidesteps right, drills another right and ANOTHER—punching Kelly repeatedly on her jaw. Monaco’s knees buckle—eyes forlorn—she’s staggering around hurt at the bell.

R7: Kelly’s just got all the answers tonight. She clinches early, walks Sarah to ropes, mauls and jostles her as ref lets it go. Monaco crowding, smothering, jamming away to carter’s lean body: blonde shouting in pain, grimacing, straining to push Kelly off or squirm out from underneath her. Kelly methodically bodying up, reaching behind Sarah to illegally grabs the ropes—all designed to keep Sarah pinned down for the next barrage. Carter embracing Kelly,. Pushing at her, pulling her head down, leaning back into ropes or trying to bend forward: blonde evasive action growing increasingly sluggish as brunette plows away to back and torso. Bell: Kelly pushing up off bedraggled blonde: Sarah visibly wobbly butt, deeply discouraged en route to her corner.

R8: When Sarah operates in space, fight is so easy for her. Carter roaming to her right crouching, then pouncing-in lead rights, scoring to Kelly’s face, then sidestepping her before receipt can be issued. Sarah feinting, stepping in the stitching jab to jug, then jumping away—again before Kelly can get off. Carter circling, curving in, getting out: she rocks Monaco, hooks her to the body, even shoeshines those jugs a time or two—shuitout Carter has sarah;s fans believing again.

R9: Kelly not as quick or agile as Sarah, but brunette timing and judgement exquisite—Monaco hanging back, bobbing and weaving Carter’s pulse-attacks, all the while timing Sarah for the counter. Happens a minute-and-a-half in: Sarah slashing in with the pounce-right, jumping away to her right: Kelly swivels, steps and sweeps the wide hook, catching Carter flush, Sarah put wobbly butt, stepping in fence post holes—she stumbles forward as Kelly steps back—brunette walking blonde into gutting body blows en route. Carter finally able to tie up, taking Kelly into ropes: Monaco cruelly mocking Sarah in the clinch as ref’s pulling at slender blonde arms for the break.

R10: Sarah needs the knockout, but she’s so shabby and worn down. Girls step to midring, hook each other’s breasts, try right hands. Tempo builds as fighters dip side to side, sweeping haymakers at each other’s noggins. Minute in, trade in swinging rights goes Kelly’s way: Sarah’s legs buckle, then straighten as she staggers forward, Kelly in wide stance, pushes Sarah in her chest while pivoting right, then hooks her tummy—dislodging Carter’s mouth piece as blonde cramps up. Tight-biting hook takes Sarah awkwardly on left cheekbone, loosening her; third hook punches her head straight back, Sarah stumbles backward, eyes blinking, lips pursed; Kelly wades in with an overhand right, stepping her right foot forward and sweeping big left cross to chin: goodnight Sarah. Carter blasted out on her feet—legs stiffen as she crashes back to hit canvas—arms flapping up over her head, Stunning upset KO10, Kelly Monaco!

After: Kelly squealing with delight, then left hand at her stomach, right near her face, she does a sexy little ballroom rumba bit over top sleeping Sarah. Angry Hayden Panettiere charging in to stop the celebration—chaos ensues as officials jump in to restore order. Sarah comes-to, breaking down into tears in her corner: she never recovered from a 3 knockdown first, despite gallantly trying all night long. She gathers her robe, clutching it to her chest, pushes Hayden away, and flees the ring, running to her dressing room heartbroken. Jeers and hugs in Monaco corner—very early in the year to bet calling “Upset of ‘08”—but remember this one. Visiting beauty Vanessa Marcil cracks Kelly up with a mocking pantomime of weak-kneed Sarah—funny as it is cruel.

Reposted by Archer 6/15/09.