Originally posted by Simguy on 11/17/2006, 6:25 am

Before: Kelly Packard’s open contracts have been mine fields for ingénue flyweights in the past—just ask Kristen Bell. “Sarah’s made some noise this year,” Packard admits, “but she’s not as special as she thinks she is. I like what she did with Kreuk, but that performance failed to put her on my level. I’ll turn Sarah back—probably not as forcefully as I did Kristen—but you’ll definitely see her exposed as an underprepared princess once I’m through with her.”

Carter frustrated at the slow going following her break through victory over Kreuk—Kristin still getting more fights, more press in the aftermath. “I don’t know what I have to do,” Sarah laments, “Hopefully, beating Kelly’s the answer to firmly establishing me as THE flyweight to watch. It’s frustrating when I see a girl like Hilarie Burton—so awkward and ungainly—being pushed—or bimbos like Jessica Simpson and Jennifer Love Hewitt being given these disgusting JMD showcases. I’ve got true skills, I’m prettier than Kristin Kreuk—I should be awash in fights and it’s not happening. I’ll definitely be taking my anger out on Kelly—she’s going to get hurt.”

Packard in mauve sport bikini, small black 4 oz gloves. Sarah ion black cotton bra top (white lace trim), sturdy black boy cut bottoms; ornate low ponytail with pretty black silk ribbon; small black 4 oz gloves.

During R1: KELLY PACKARD GOES DOWN! Sarah gambling, feints and comes with a soaring overhand right, catching Kelly bon her left temple—dashing Packard to all fours cut and dazed seconds in! Packard up woozy, dabbing at the small laceration above her left eye, legs trembling as they take wonky 8 at the ropes. ON COMES SARAH! Clour high, eyes blazing—Carter lashes into Packard with go-home vigour. Succulent elasticity on Sarah’s punching—her fists nipping at Kelly’s ribs, tummy and cheeks, mitts bouncing off meat, then snapping back to Sarah’s chest as Carter keeps her elbows in tidy. Ripping, withering lather applied—poor Kelly sliding along the ropes, trying to keep her head covered as she soaks one of the worst lambastings of her entire career. Final minute—Sarah chasing her staggering opponent across the ring—Carter able to lean in a stroking right to chin as Kelly’s backpedalling—PACKARD SCOOTS TO HER REAR! Crowd roaring t it’s feet as stunned Kelly skids to a stop, back to ropes—sitting there in shock as Sarah struts past, nostrils flaring, Shattering 10-7 first, Carter: Packard’s trainer patching that cut best he can as Kelly fights to regain her composure.

R2: Kelly hurt, legs aren’t 100%--veteran sets out to survive the round with a series of brilliant defensive engagements and evasions. Sarah on the hunt, mercilessly targeting Kelly’s tender left eye brow with that elegant jab—Carter’s left hand a rapier, penetrating Kelly’s guard and punching inti the cut again and again. Packard waiting on Sarah’s right hand, slipping it, then snuggling Carter into breathy clinches for ref’s breaks. Fight graduates to ropes as Kelly makes chin/head defense priority #1—she sets up peek-a-boo, stooped forward at the waist. Sarah squares away to work with cruel, coldblooded efficiency, studiously—Sarah ignoring Kelly’s well=protected noggin to work that lithe Baywatcher bod. Licking, striping body lather—Sarah lashing away with slender-limbed elasticity, svelte body supple on narrow hips as she twists prettily into her punches. Carter also leaning forward with her guard touching Kelly’s at times, then throwing a meanspirited Muay Thai right elbow into Kelly’s left shoulder/bicep. Packard grimacing, guard breaking down under the illegal assault. Ref barking warnings, occasionally pushing Sarah back and wagging a stern finger in her face—but she keeps at it. Steady attrition applied to Kelly this round—she goes back to her corner complaining of numbness in that battered left arm.

R3: Sarah attacking with coldblooded intensity—staying on Kelly’s left eye with that jab to drive Packard ropeside, then punishing the ribs/waistline with a steady, licking assault. Packard grimacing, but still stubborn defensively: she’s bobbing at the waist, keeping her dukes up twisting and rolling to keep her chin safe. Sarah’s so supple, beguiling as she touches at Kelly with the guard, then busts her that brutal elbow-smash against the bicep—Packard whining to ref, going her best to clinch Sarah before carter can pile up too much damage. Kelly getting her legs back, pulls out of the nosedive this round—but she’s got her work cut out for her. Carter strutting back to her corner with a huge lead on all cards through 3.

R4: Kelly fights back—svelte blonde two-way boxing at it’s finest as lissome lasses lash it up. Packard in wide stance, easing weight to front foot to place limber hooks flat against Sarah’s toned tummy or crisp against her regal jaw. Carter looking for similar hooks, adept at shifting weight to right (back) foot while pulling ‘em across Kelly’s front. Supple defensive head movement from both girls—each able to stand flat footed and make an opponent miss with serpentine torso rolls and slips. Kelly just a smidge better in tactical going—slightly higher connect percentage as girls menace and threaten each other in the classiest way possible.

R5: Kelly still offensive minded—but left arm tingly, enfeebled by Sarah’s cruel elbow smashes I close: Packard’s jab not as sharp as she’d like it to be, and she’s bringing the hand back lower than usual. Minute mark—Sarah able to sweep a scorching right over top, bouncing fist off skull and buckling Kelly’s knees as Packard swoons midring. Licking, elastic hook, snaps off Packard’s solar plexus, debilitating her—Sarah complimenting that shot with a snapping hook in behind the elbow, then a swatting hook across the cheek as Sarah shifts from front (left) foot to back (right) foot. Packard stumbling forward to clinch eats a GLORIOUS right uppercut: Sarah sleek as she curls it tidy to chin, sidestepping right so Kelly can stumble face-first to ropes, SARAH! Carter pouncing on distraught Kelly with fresh lather—gamine-limbed beat down a thin of savage beauty: Carter’s lips pulled back, dark eyes merciless as she bears down on poor, stunned Kelly. Packard slumped face-in-gloves against the ropes, keeping elbows in—OH, she’s taking a small-mitt pasting as Sarah works her over hip to head. AND THE REF STEPS IN! Sarah bodied aside so official can cradle woozy Packard to safety—poor Kelly breaking down into dazed tears as Sarah polishes off former champ TKO5.

After: Packard never really recovering from that lightning first round—Carter masterfully changing up her tendencies to catch the normally astute Kelly napping at the opening bell. “I know I’m the better boxer,” Sarah asserts in postfight, “but we all felt the key to beating Kelly was power punching. I thought I’d end it with my hook, but I admit it—I was surprised when I caught her with the overhand right, so I kept at it. She managed it pretty well after that, but I took her body away—she had too many fires to put out, and I just kept lighting new ones all night long.” Sarah, Sarah--Tractorpull here—what about those elbows? You can’t smash at a girl’s arm with elbows like that—what gives? “Yes, and I worked on her damaged eye, too,” Sarah sniffs, “what of it?  I have no comment other than things get rough on the inside and you have to jostle a bit to get punching room. I’d rather focus on the future than the past, and I DEMAND attention fro Natalie Portman, Alyson Hannigan, Hilarie Burton, Eva Longoria, and Virginie Ledoyen. Those girls will be my key to my being ranked #1 in the division, and to me, securing titles at 110. We can talk about my plans for those girls, or we can stop the interview—your choice.” Tractorpull goon swallows hard, taken aback by little ice-queen’s frigid glare.

Reposted by Archer 7/24/09.