Unified Flyweight Title

Posted by simguy on 10/25/2009, 9:38 am

BEFORE: "Lacey's ok tummy to tummy," Sarah grudgingly admits, "as long as the fight's like two pigs pushing in mud - she's great. But Lacey fears slashing fighters like me. She knows I'll rip and snatch at her, and that's giving her nightmares. I stitch and pick at women until they quit - and Lacey can't handle that. She's really no better than Olivia Munn, or Jennifer England, or Audrina Patridge - she's basically one of those girls. She'll never be a legitimate champion while I'm around. Never." Chabert scowling in response: Sarah's tongue scoring hits in prefight. "Carter's mean," Lacey shrugs, "everyone knows this - so I'm not surprised she's being such a witch. Really, it just proves how scared SHE is. She knows I punch harder; she knows I'm way tougher and that I always get my way in the ring. She can try her stuff, but seriously: once I bring her down to earth and make her fight? Not only will I be legit champion, but I'll be doing it on Sarah's watch. THAT'S gonna be sweet!" Sarah in gold bikini; long, low blonde ponytail with bangs framing face; small black gloves. Lacey in white push up/panties; small white gloves. Both girls tanned a light graham-wafer gold - Lacey just a touch darker.

During R1: Takes a minute, but Lacey sorts out elusive Sarah with a single overhand right - CLOBBERING champ upside the head and dashing her to canvas! Sudden knockdown has Carter jittery - she's up, but frightened, at 8 - swaying and blinking at the ropes. LACEY POURS IN! Chabert squares away, twisting on her hips to lick a belting right/left across Sarah's breasts - pounding those perky wonders flat. Carter aghast - sagging into ropes, keeping elbows in: Lacey twists side to side, batting tic-toc right/lefts off her foe's golden flanks. Right uppercut through the mitts stuns Sarah, drapes her blinking at ropes, sends her skidding to her right: Lacey steps-with, hooking Sarah's breasts. Fight spills into Sarah's corner: Lacey belts her another looping overhand right to pate; hooks her flat tummy; smites her righty to left flank, then bodies up to make Sarah take weight. Foxfire fighters ringside all bleating protests as Lacey crowds in with her body atop Sarah, tucking cheap right hands to body until ref's break. Bell sounds to save Carter: she's a stunned beauty, lips parted in semi-stupor as Lacey gives a grinning once-over.

R2: Sarah leggy, safety-first: not anxious to taste another Chabert right hand. Carter moving to her right - away from Lacey's power - turning Lacey's left flank. Sarah pin-pricking jabs - touching Lacey's midsection, then mouth - sidestepping counterclockwise all limber. Chabert keeping dukes at cheeks, crouching, stalking: she knows Sarah's not setting down, so Lacey's eager to pursue. Pursuing and catching are two different things: Carter's legs give her initiative - she's in and out at will, circling and nibbling - content to vex her curvy little foe. Chabert disgusted at bell, shouting "Really?" Carter ignores her with a haughty toss of ponytail.

R3: Lacey pressure early: Sarah legging away, denying combat. Carter circling counterclockwise, using feints and tummy-jabs to keep her distance. Chabert the aggressor, but not cutting off the ring: she's not getting sustained punching pressure on Carter. Stop and go exchanges, time and place dictated by Sarah's legs as champ continues her patient guerrilla campaign of swinging touches.

R4: Sarah's got Chabert frustrated: Lacey's scowling, not punching much as she can't get good position. Sarah free-flowing around her girl - hopping/pivoting/stepping about - ponytail twitching across her spine as she works the ring. Left hand techniques primarily for Sarah: jabs tummy and head; limber hooks swatting up top. Down the stretch, Sarah baits Lacey with slow, wide left hooks, then strikes her a cobra's tongue straight right swift and short. Lacey taking on the face, but proving sturdy as Carter scampers away after scoring.

R5: Sarah puts it all together on Lacey. Wide, slow hooks set up those spitting rights straight to face: Lacey punched out of her crouch, staggers back into ropes, face alarmed. Sarah attacking at ropes with sidearm buggy-whip right hands to hip and flank - pushing the left into Lacey to disengage - then jumping back in with buggywhip right hands over the top. Chabert sputtering, crossing arms as she leans back/bends forward at ropes: Sarah's ripping and snatching as promised. Fight spills along ropes - Sarah in and out, limber limbs slashing at Lacey's tasty curves. Second minute particularly savage: Chabert on the receiving end of multiple buggywhip rights to body and head... she's staring, badly loosened, often sitting into ropes to keep herself up. Final minute - Sarah dips left shoulder, employs gouging left uppercuts against Lacey's sternum: Chabert groaning, doubling forward while butt-in-ropes. Cue kidney bombardment: Sarah hardhearted as she looms over stricken brunette, slashing away side to side to skid small gloves off tight lower back. Lacey crying out, sturdy legs holding her up, but she's a helpless vixen under Sarah's coldblooded onslaught. Bell: Lacey in tears - placing the heels of both hands in her back as she straightens up; Sarah wheels on her heel, drawing that soft, cool ponytail across Lacey's face. Ponylashed brunette shouts out "NO!" at the touch, forced to endure Sarah's insufferable backside as Carter struts away all proud of herself. 10-8 without the knockdown as Sarah hands Lacey one of the worst rounds of her career.

R6: Sarah circling counterclockwise in wide stance: she's calm, confident - just stitching jabs to Lacey's shopworn face and cringing tummy. Easy breezy stuff - blonde in and out all supple and rangy, twitching her shoulders to feint Lacey and keep her defensive. Sarah jabbing to jug - twisting the left hand on contact: malicious stuff has Chabert grimacing. All Carter and her legs taking what she wants until LACEY LANDS A BASHING RIGHT! Sudden, looping wallop caroms off Sarah's forehead as she's sliding away with hands low... delayed action hits her knees... she staggers away blinking, then nearly goes down before falling into ropes. Lacey stalking, eyes suddenly bright... she steps-to; feints like she's going tummy; crouches and brings another right hand over the top, catching Sarah with arms crossed against her body. CRASHING blast off Sarah's face... huge head-swivel... Carter's face goes blank, eyes rolling up into her head as her torso lists to her right, hands in her lap. Lacey able to fetch an extra left hook to Sarah's tits, but Carter's out... she spills sideways, piling into canvas and rolling to her back in stunned submission. KO6 in spectacular fashion - Lacey Chabert.

After: Merciless back and forth action sees Sarah recover from a fast Lacey start, impose blonde will on the challenger and exact a murderous revenge in the fifth... only to see it all erased by Chabert's clobbering might. Lacey blubbing tears of joy - hoisted high on the shoulders of her crew and paraded round: poor Sarah tender and helpless on her back as Foxfire physicians attend. Chabert all grins as belts are draped upon her li'l bully's shoulders. "I'm bringing excitement back to the flyweight division," Chabert crows in postfight, face puffy/breasts raw from Sarah's twisting left hands. "I finish fights - I don't extend them. I put girls on their backs, and I break their spirits. All you boxers out there who think you're too classy for me - take a good look at Sarah. That's what I do to girls who want to get cute in the ring!" Camera nervously stays on the champ... Hewitt visible in the background: you never know what might happen with victorious Jeri's girls in the mix.

Postfight