Posted by Simguy on 2/4/2005, 7:17 am.

Before: Carter drawing baleful glares from the HMK side of the dais in prefight—pretty blonde heartless in rubbing Vanessa Marcil’s proud face in her recent defeat and promising similar doom to Ms. Longoria. “I don’t know who this little ram p thinks she is,” says a quiet Eva L., “but she’s way, way out of line. ‘Nessa would pound this kid in a rematch—one I hope she gets—but until then, Sarah’s going to have to answer to me.” Sarah in purple cami-tank top, pink bottoms—Eva in pastel pink, frilly lace push up and panties. Small gloves for both vixens.

During R1: Carter scooting to midring—dukes up—spitting jabs as she bobs her head, looking to get close and tear up Eva/s chest and tummy. Longoria accepting the press into her chest and shoulder—relaxed, weight on her back foot, right hand up around her cheek, left across her gut—just blocking shots with shoulder-turns and or elbows, nudging and bumping Sarah for position. Where Sarah is busy, choppy and abrupt—Eva is smooth, choosy and powerful—setting down on strokes, licking and strapping either hand hard against Sarah’s slender ribs, biting up underneath. Carter’s output eye-catching, but it’s mostly blocked—small gloves nicking and skidding off Longoria’s clever interior angles, Eva scoring deep, digging shots, telling licks adding up in whippet blonde chassis—Sarah slowly backing into ropes, looking frazzled down the stretch, Longoria mopping up muscular—looping and licking well placed, strapping lefts and rights underneath, constantly pounding against Carter’s solar plexus. Bell: Sarah chagrined, breathing hard—cool smile of supremacy on Eva’s lips as she saunters back to corner.

R2: Eva with just the hint of a smirk—oozing confidence, control. Sarah hot and bothered in comparison: frowning, teeth bared, Blonde ups her considerable output—getting close and chopping away chest and arms with shoeshining lefts and rights, trying to overwhelm Longoria midring. Eva calm, strong, strong in the pocket—turning her shoulders, blocking and rolling—easing Sarah off with the extended left elbow, just managing the kid. Eva probably outthrown 3 10 1, but her shots are all thick, strapping connects, really shellacking svelte blonde ribs and waist. Midway through, Sarah’s wincing—she’s had enough, disengages and tries to use her legs: Eva effortlessly cuts off the ring and puts a heartless, stinging jab to work on Carter’s youthful face. Punished inside and out—Carter starung, bewildered at the bell: Longoria’s haughty  demeanor unruffled as she struts to her corner with another shutout.

R3: Carter fit as a greyhound, shakes off the punishment, brings the fight to Eva once again…and once again, it’s a mistake, Blonde scrabbling at Eva, pelting her, scrubbing her lefts and rights—Longoria managing the brushing assault beautifully, answering back with thudding licks from either hand as she twists and bends in her stance. Carter’s legs give a shimmy—she backs off—Eva tracks blonde with coldblooded stick, jabbing Carter’s left eye and driving her to ropes. Sarah pained, grimacing—legs in a stiff A frame, dukes at her temples as she digs in: Eva steps to her and goes to work. Lashing, licking beat down applied—Longoria stroking smoothly away, occasionally cupping Sarah’s ears to gently move her head side to side, or bumping Sarah with the left shoulder/elbow before placing another withering hook to the waist. Third minute—Eva pivots a little to her left, hooking Sarah behind the elbow, crumpling the blonde forward, then leans in to pull a vicious spanking right into Sarah’s quivering solar plexus. Splash of pain on pretty blonde features—Carter’s legs in instantly giving way—she drops to all fours, then rolls to her back in gutshot agony, tiny knees raised, arms hugging tortured torso. It’s SO over—KO3 Eva Longoria.

After: Eva smirking down as she passes by steaming pile of blonde in the canvas—absolutely dominant retribution handed out by Longoria who dismantles Sarah with bloodcurdling efficiency tonight. Ms. Marcil also cruising past the wreckage, smiling down and clapping over Carter’s cringing form—HMK girls too classy to use Carter in postfight, but clearly no love lost tonight as Sarah gets her comeuppance.

Reposted by Archer 10/4/2009.