Posted by Simguy 28 Jan 2005 6:52 am

Carter in purple cami tank, pink panties, small gloves (first Smallville appearance)

Marcil in black cami tank, black panties w glittery gold dollar sign on the left hip, small gloves

PPV Undercard

TKO7 Sarah Carter

Sarah's an ambitious blond - having already carved out a vicious WB backlot rivalry with Kirsten Kreuk, she wasn't shy about naming names and laying out grand plans. "Vanessa Marcil is my ticket to Eva Longoria," Sarah explained in an online WB chatroom interview. "With those two brunettes firmly beaten - I'll have the credibility I need to rope in Portman and Gellar. With them on my mantle, Hewitt won't deny me and I'll have everything I ever wanted. You don't need big-dollar management or back room connections to get to the top at 110. You just need to be the best fighter, and I truly believe that's me." With Eva Longoria looking on, Vanessa Marcil took the ring with every intention of turning Sarah back. "If her plan is to use me like she says," Vanessa growled in prefight, "she's going to be one heartbroken little tramp when I'm done with her."

Carter's got a classic busy flyweight's style - swarming, biting punches, jitterbug footwork, darting in and out attacks - and she set a blistering pace to deliberately check Marcil's legs. Vanessa was perhaps a touch slower with her mitts, but she also proved the more patient vixen, setting down on accurate right hands to available blonde jaw in between Sarah's batting assaults and fearlessly hooking with the younger lass. Punches ping ponged back and forth - the girls proving as diligent about digging up ribcage as they were about clouting each other's proud chins.

Both enjoyed delicious moments of supremacy. In the third, a stunned and staring Vanessa Marcil looked finished as she sat in the ropes and took a pounding to her face from rude Carter lefts and rights. Marcil would crowd in and outhustle Carter to the body in the fourth and in the fifth it was Vanessa scoring to chin, backing Sarah up and leaving HER ransacked in the ropes. More intense shoulder to shoulder bodywork followed in the sixth as the girls ripped, shrugged, and chugged away belly, breasts and flanks and in the seventh: Sarah Carter put it all together.

The torrid pace had used Vanessa up: her face was lumpy and tender, eyes hazy - she still burned with competitive desire, but her body and limbs had started to give up on her still-strong mind. Sarah poured into the breach, batting and lathering Marcil to the ropes and brunette collapse came in a rush as Vanessa visibly wilted on the strands. No longer responding, head torquing to-and-fro as Carter pounded away all fiery eyed and snarling - Vanessa Marcil was a helpless, trembling wreck when the ref jumped in to save her. Sarah Carter stomped the ring in angry celebration, pounding her chest like a 98 pound King Kong: a fine, crowd-pleasing outing by the up and coming blonde. Vanessa reclined in a fog at the ropes: half battered, half heartsick at the sight of a triumphant young blonde's victory joy.