KELLY MONACO VS. SARAH CARTER (PARTIAL) 17 JUNE 2005

Originally Posted by Simguy 6/17/05. 7:06 A.M.

Sarah in black dance bra, grey stretch cotton trunks, messy ponytail

Kelly in black dance bra, black stretch pants to the knee.

Small gloves both vixens.

KO9 Monaco

When Kelly finally staggered back from the smoking wreckage of a beaten Sarah, pundits were already calling this a flyweight Dunning/Ryan or Janssen/Wilson, so ferocious and unforgiving was the punching. Not one round, hardly a single minute passed without one or the other vixens being badly hurt and mauled by her rapacious opponent. It was in the words of BLONDE! magazine “A savage symphony of grace, brutality and non-stop action that left both participants reeling in its wake.

After three, Monaco was already being petitioned by concerned officials to quit. “She was done,” an awed referee would remark afterwards, “just all busted up and staring on her stool. The blonde girl had dug this right uppercut into Kelly’s solar plexus in the second round and you could just see the fight go out of Monaco. I really wanted Kelly to quit, but she just shook her head and asked for water.” Monaco had gone down twice, once each in the second and third rounds, and these were not stumbles or flash knockdowns but tearing beatdowns that left the crowd breathless from wild cheering. These were glory moments for Carter—her flashing eyes and pixie grins, bouncing step and dancing ponytail seemed to mock the shopworn and shellshocked Monaco as she desperately tried to rally from hrt.

In the fourth, Kelly proved a warrior as she dropped Sarah with hooks and proceeded to batter Carter senseless in a whirlwind, two-fisted assault along the ropes. As devastated and ruined as Kelly had been early, so Carter seemed doomed, staring bleakly into punching and soaking up a terrible slender-limbed lathering. With both beauties lurching, eyes vacant, mouths open, the rest of the fight was pure torture for the contestants, pure ecstasy for spectators, as somehow, the sloshing back and forth rhythm sustained into the backstretch.

Carter regrouped and surged, lathering and wailing Monaco along the ropes, blonde helping herself to Kelly’s helpless jugs with mindless chugging right hands or clawing brunette ribs and lower back as Kelly threatened to go down. As blonde tide ebbed, brunette surged into the void, paying all debts in the same savage currency. Although exhausted, the girls stepped up their attacks, fueled by a hellish cocktail of bitterness and hate, ach dredging up fresh reserves and asking the other to match her. Trunks and tops were liberally tugged as worn-out beauties held and battered each other. When one feel, the other fell on top of her, rising on knees and continued to punch at a raised, dazed face while the opponent sat and took all bleary and weary. The way they LOOKED at each other during the ref’s breaks or in the brief moments of separation was enough to set ringside hearts a-pounding: the sheer hunger for victory in those glaring, pitiless eyes, despite the mounting costs.

When every last drop of Sarah was finally used up by a sustained Monaco strafing assault in the 9^th, Carter was ahead on points. Out on her feet, she stumbled forward blissfully unaware of the punches shredding her face or swabbing her flanks—Kelly stepping back and tearing with a groggy snarl on thin lips. When Carter was counted out fast asleep on her face, cheeks moist on the canvas—Monaco collapsed close by, sobbing pitifully on her haunches—herself only moments from quitting as well. A classic by any measure of the term, a devastating set back for Sarah, and a thrilling springboard for the often starcrossed Ms. Monaco.

No less a luminary than Charlize Theron gave her stamp of approval, telling BLONDE! magazine: “If Cat Belll and I don’t get Fight of the Year.  I want these kinds to get it. They brawled their little hearts out tonight!” Amen.

Reposted by Archer 12/31/07.