Posted by Simguy on 4/27/2007, 6:56 pm.

Before: Proud Erica bristles at the Tractorpull suggestion that BSE is trying to run her to ground: “Everyone seems to forget that I took Jenny O’Dell apart on her own turf,” Durance says the podium, eyes challenging any to naysay. “Yes, Kaley snuck by me, but as far as I’m concerned, it’s BSE under threat from me, not the other way around.” Carpenter relaxed, showing veteran poise--she’s above bickering, but not too proud to sling a little sauce in preflight. “Erica’s an excellent all-around athlete,” Carpenter allows, “very talented. A bit on the chinny side, right? I mean, I’m not picking on her here--some girls are built sturdy,, some aren’t--there’s no shame in being a little fragile. I’m looking forward to a good fight--I’d be very surprised if Erica went out KO1 or something. But then again, you can never tell.” Cuoco’s hearty guffaw from the back of the room carries loud in the conference center: Durance steaming, arms crossed. CC in black “Veronica Mars” bikini, white gloves. Durance in Superman bikini (I believe it’s red top, navy bottoms, with red hipster belt), white gloves--long tangly blonde locks toed to low ponytail/bangs.

During R1: Erica spitting jabs early--strong, batting body shots chase Charisma ropeside, CC setting in--right under her chin, left across her body, left shoulder pointed at Erica--Carpenter dipping, twisting, rolling shots as Durance squares away. Classic carpenter pocket-management--bending at the waist, rotating her torso, leaning back into ropes, easing her shoulder into Durance to bump her off. Erica’s punches, spanking loudly off prepared defenses and solid body--Durance batting away both mitts, muscular arms shivering on contact. CC’s countering biting heavily into Erica’s ribcage--well-timed blows finding Durance either just before, or just after she punches, putting a frown of complaint on Erica’s face. CC clipping cute left uppercuts or hooks to Erica’s chin--short, clouting blows, no warning--CC shrugging shoulder through the motions, turning her torso into blows for economical shock.

R2: CC flat footed, supple--she’ll paw her jab midring, then close-up stance as she fades away (Left shoulder pointed at Erica) luring Durance forward. Erica baited by the prospect of landing a right hand to paunch, then a clawing hook to jug as she continues to fight exquisitely while backing up. Ropes: Carpenter beguiling Erica--Durance able to square away and bang at her foe, but CC rolling with shots, countering out of her drips and crouches to drag heavy blows against Erica’s ribcage. More nibbling hooks and left uppercuts score against Durance’s chin late, loosening Erica’s legs: HMK enforcer finally steps out of range, blinking--touched up for more points in the second.

R3: Carpenter so cute--she’ll ease her weight into Erica midring, then slide back, coaxing Durance forward, swatting her a hook as Erica steps in. Durance scowling, working hard, thrusting out lefts and rights--CC just fading back, slipping and bobbing, stepping her way to ropes and looking to chew at Durance’s sleek torso with hard counters. Erica not cooperating this round however: she reaches under CC’s arms, bodying Carps flat to ropes, mauling her head and forearms before releasing a drumming series of rights and lefts against the Carpenter paunch. Cringe-and-groan from Carpenter as she folds up, reaching wide to clinch: Erica dipping down, putting her left shoulder in Carpenter’s chest and stacking her upright for more. Right uppercut scores for Erica in close, swiveling Carpenter’s head: Charisma instantly clinching, put wobbly Butt and feeling Durance’s power. Erica bogging down late as CC clinches relentlessly: Carpenter earning warnings for excessive holding’ Erica earning warnings for excessive rough-house (elbows, forearms, shoulders, head).

R4: Carpenter walks erica into a gorgeous check-hook counter while backpedaling to ropes: Durance fairly falls onto CC, legs shook, face dazed, Back to that body, CC--awful CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! Of her body shots sounding out loud from Erica’s well-conditioned chassis, Durance groaning, folding up behind her mitts--she’s letting CC tan her flanks, or dig up underneath with good, good uppercuts, Carpenter patient--never seems to be swinging hard, but she’s very efficient, just turning her hips/torso into shots, swatting vicious at her foe’s breadbasket and achy ribs. Erica trying to push VV in her shoulders, then clip her--but it’s not working--CC supple off the ropes, taking advantage f the space Erica’s creating and beating her to the punch. Down the stretch, Durance is on top at the ropes, but her legs and backside are wobbling terribly--she’s getting pasted and CC shows no mercy, Carpenter digging a series of short shrugging hooks to Erica’s waist buckles the blonde forward: quick tie-up-and-spin puts D against ropes. OH THE JUGG! Carpenter shows her bantam-fast mitts, putting a torrid shoeshine on Erica’s generous rack in the final seconds, buffeting Durance into open-mouthed shock at the wallop, Bell: CC lips tights, nostrils flaring--she makes a point of pushing heavily up off --Erica, making Durance feel the weight through 4.

R5: Erica forward--determined but shaky--she misses a series of straight lefts and rights as Carpenter slips, bobs and weaves her way back to ropes. SCREENED RIGHT HAND, CHARISMA CARPENTER! CC in that closed stance, rolls a Durance jab, then unloads a sudden, crashing right to the chin, catching Erica as she’s releasing her own right. Head snap--knees corkscrew--DURANCE IS DOWN! Erica sprawls on her back, eyelashes fluttering, lips parted--Charisma strutting by, looking down to assess the hurt--then lifting her head and smiling bug as she proceeds to neutral corner. Erica queasily up onto right hip, willing herself to stand--she fights off the KO, but OH--the damage done…

Erica: lock-legged at ropes, dukes chest high, slight tilt forward as she sways hurt on the spot, Face is puffy, slack--lips parted.

Charisma: eyes hard, hands down at her sides as she strides across the ring, then swoops in to drag a limber-limbed, very heavy right hand into the pit of Erica’s stomach. Durance shouts in oain, cringes forward: Charisma opens up the flood gates.

CC snarling as she bodies Erica to ropes, then puts it up on her girl: fat, strapping hooks and right hands lash succulent across waist, or tuck in tify behind elbows. Durance gritting her teeth against sobs, tilting forward where her jugs and face become tempting targets for Carpenter uppercuts, Constant stacking from CC--she’ll beat her girl, then prop her up, beat her girl, then prop her up. No mercy.

BUT ERICA WON’T HAVE IT! Durance ships a shelling, then a trade in hooks startled Charisma--supposedly devastated Erica’s pitching back.

Trade in right hands stuns both women--it’s toe-to-toe punching!

Trade in hooks toggles both chins, unhinges both sets of knees.

They fall in mouth on shoulder-p-each taking her turn jerking up into the other’s midsection, pushing breathy whines of pain from the others body. Charisma determined to end this thing, letting her hands go--she’s battering Erica, but making herself available in exchange--both women scoring HEAVILY here. Down the stretch they trade hooks, they trade short right hands inside to chin and DOWN GOES CHARISMA! CC belted out on her feet, peels back from Erica, taking a concussive hook in the chest on her way down--Charisma stretching out on her back, hands above her head and it’s OVER! Electrifying KO5, Erica Durance.

After: Erica bellowing in woozy triumph, pushed back from Carpenter’s shellshocked frame by a concerned ref. Can’t blame CC for going all in with Erica demoralized--but that one form break resulted in decisive exchanges that allowed Durance to find the mark. Erica parading near the BSE corner--drawing dagger-looks from Jenny and Kaley: Durance flaunting her victory in deliberate fashion, obviously sending a brazen statement here. “Any time, any where,” an excited Erica D bleats in post fight. “BSE thought they could run up the score on me, but look what happened: Charisma’s on her back. This was payback for Kaley, and with Jenny scared to death of me and Trish--I’d have to say we’ve got those girls on the run!”

Reposted by Archer 4/3/12.