Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 7/10/2008, 11:28 pm.

Before: Constant campaign of harassment sees Michelle dog Sarah: in the gym; at charity events; out in public; on set. We’re seeing face slapping; tawdry brawls; screaming matches—tabloid-trash escapades of all descriptions until Sarah’s hand is finally forced. “It’s official: we’re fighting,” Sarah tells the press in prefight.. “Mish has gone out of her way to antagonize me, and it’s gong to come back at her a thousand-fold, I SO want to hurt this woman, I can’t even tell you. If you’ve been saving your money to see Sarah Carter tear a girl apart in the boxing ring—now’s the time to buy pay-per-view,!” Williams grinning, obviously deeply satisfied with herself. “Mission accomplished,” Mish chortles at the mic. “Sarah’s all riled up and looking to brawl. Hmmm: wonder who THAT’S going to benefit? The madder she gets, the more I’m lovin’ it. I always wanted to kick her ass, but it’s going to be so much easier if she comes right at me to get it. This is going to be FUN!”

Michelle in black lace bra and panties, white lace trim; tawdry blonde tousle; small black work out gloves. Sarah going back to the tan western-motif bikini she battered Vanessa Marcil in—thereby beginning her climb to prominence; long low blonde ponytail with bangs framing her face; small black work out gloves. Sarah seething during stare-down, quivering with restrained rage; Michelle smirking, even winking at Sarah and pursing lips at her as ref drones on.

During R1: Mish steamin’ forward—dukes at her chest, bobbing and weaving as she crouches forward, looking to club short lefts and rights ala Joe Frazier. Sarah right hand at chin, left low: she’s PUMPING stick early—skidding atop Mishy’s scalp, or spanking her face, trying to track noggin. Sarah loping to her left, feet widespread—sliding her lead (left) foot or pivoting around it to change distance and angle. Carter getting much the better of it—keeping Mishy at arm’s length, leaning in and drilling sleek right crosses off the jab. Downstairs, Sarah’s getting lanky rip lapping right/lefts to paunch: small mitts bouncing off firm meat as Carter delivers snik-snak. Mishy grunting behind her gloves unable to immediately answer: Sarah really getting into tummy well, putting her legs glutes and back into supple licks.

R2: Mish shrugs off Sarah’s peppering assault—storms back out, lands a clubbing series of lefts and rights to Carter’s head and shoulders to open. Carter spooked—legging away to regroup: she’s thrown away and turning sharp as a surfer carving a wave to get ‘round Mishy’s flanks; bending low at the waist, pivoting left in the crouch, then straightening up/leaning back onto the right (rear) leg to emerge off Mishy’s right shoulder and well out of range. Williams cussing audibly—swinging viciously—frequently slugging herself out of position with huge, amateurish misses. Leggy Carter making herself unhittable, doesn’t change the fact that Michelle’s the obvious aggressor, bell to bell. At the break, infuriated Mish stamps her foot, sending tremors through her angry breast; while she’s fuming, Sarah wheels on her heel and draws her downy-soft ponytail across Williams’ eye all snooty balletic arrogance. Michelle captured about the waist by an alert ref as she’s looking to jump carter from behind: official carries her wiggling body to the HISV corner as Di lane emerges to restore order.

R3:Mish jabs Sarah—doesn’t connect—but commits Carter defensively, allowing successful follow ups. Mish landing thick right hands in behind Sarah’s left elbow, or off her back as she leans forward to slip stick: Carter driven to ropes as Michelle shows guile to match her fury. Middle minute—Williams squares away, eyes intense as she prods a measuring poke, then tires to clean up short-jolt right hands and clubbing hooks. Sarah lithe against the ropes—batting punches out of the air, bending low at the waist, twisting and swerving away fro harm. Michelle stays busy—knows sheer volume is the answer: she occasionally overwhelms cutey-pie defence, scoring heavy single shots to Sarah’s temples and ribcage, Carter mouth breathing down the stretch—unable to spin her way free or punch her way out: Michelle brawny—pushing and bumping Sarah into compliance, then heaping on ordinance in a raucous, banging third, Bell: Sarah visibly dazed./wobbly butt en route to her corner after a steady diet if Mish,

R4: Michelle swinging away now—stepping-to without fear, loading up, hurling her fists at Sarah with big torso-turns and carefree follow-throughs. Carter windblown, spooked—she’s bailing out, legging away from those jumping jugs and jiggling thighs, that angry tummy and ringing backside as Mish bounces after her. Carter ricked roaming to her right as a sweeping Mish overhand right caroms off temple. Later—Mishy’s bouncing Sarah off the ropes and swinging freely at her flat stomach, doubling Carter up in anguish. Down the stretch, Carter reeling around the ring, bouncing off ropes, in full rout: Michelle scoots close, hooks Sarah’s trunks to momentarily take away Carter’s legs. Mission accomplished—Mishy pushes Sarah upright then goes at her tooth-and-claw, Brutal, slamming, haymakers bash away at Sarah’s lithe torso—Mishy’s mitts rebounding off haughty breasts, lean ribs, sinewy stomach until Sarah can take no more. Carter wilts to her knees, then crouches down on her haunches as Michelle’s still thrashing away. Ref bodies Mish back, screaming at her to stop: Williams bellowing “GET UP SARAH!” and writhing to free herself.

R5: Sarah firms. Mish wades in early and is met with a vicious right/left tucked into her gut: carter pivoting to her left as Michelle’s momentarily stricken. Carter with a sweet angle, leans in, jams a right hand over Mishy’s right shoulder, chipping at the right cheek: Sarah doubles it up, stunning Mish, then tilts torso-right to fit a stiff straight right in on the beleaguered right cheek, Mishy staggers to her left, squaring herself: Sarah chops a short lead right to jugs, then licks a tart left hand off Mishy’s paunch—Carter bring her mitts back to her chest as Williams grunts in pain, From there, Carter relaxes—establishing a lithe, up-tempo rhythm—bouncing short\, yet limber combinations off Mishy’s head, then sidestepping the receipts. Carter operating in wide stance, getting off first, then moving: it’s textbook Mish-beating strategy. Claire Danes ringside stands up, cups hands at her mouth and screams: “GET HER OFF HER STANCE, MISH!”—but Williams too touched-up to follow instructions. Sarah helps herself—clever fists/small mitts gouging at Mish’s tummy, swatting Mishy’s bulging bra, denting Mishy’s chin with a ringing elastic delivery from medium/short distance. Bell: Sarah seething, angrily stomping to her corner and demanding water: Mishy busted up, eyes swelling, looking bewildered for the first time tonight.

R6: More Sarah, anyone? Carter contuse her onslaught—closing with Michelle, beating her ti hot lead right hands and clawing hooks—forcing Williams to earmuff up. That done—Sarah sidesteps to either side, constantly changing angle on Michelle, but always staying in range—picking Mishy up rising left uppercuts and hooks; chopping down with short rights off the shoulder. Sarah’s legs springy in that wide stance, buttocks balling into muscular relief as she steps around; shoulders and tummy shredding into sinewy view as she gets off, Carter’s fists snap and snatch at Mish—the delivery rangy, gouging as Sarah brings mitts back quick ti her chest to reset, Williams distraught—crouching low as she’s battered, then trying to unleash hell: Sarah easily anticipating—either loping out of range, or slipping underneath while executing one of her sinuous pivots. Bell: Michelle’s left eye almost closed, hair a matted mess, legs starting to accordion on her: Danes assumes control of the corner, demanding more effort from a vacant-eyed Michelle during the break.

Williams vs Carter conc.

Posted by Simguy on 7/10/2008, 11:29 pm.

R7: Sarah’s confidence surging—she springs out, continues to get punching done on a sluggish Mish, Williams sullen—bobbing into her crouch, taking clout across her face and atop her skull; straightening with gloves at her temples, woofing as Sarah rips at quivering paunch, Carter wheeling—eyes frosty, lips curled: she’s getting off every few seconds with vicious snap—darting in and out, then getting ‘round her tiring opponent. Final minute, Sarah weight on right foot, left shoulder pointed towards Mish—carter’s right hand under her chin, left across her gut, Michelle sweeps a fat overhand right at Sarah’s head: Carter rolls-with to her right, then comes back a gorgeous bolo right uppercut, clipping Mishy’s chin and punching the mouthpiece off her teeth. Crowd screaming as Michelle’s knees beeennnnnd, then straighten, toppling her forward a couple of steps in swoon. Sarah grinning, dips her shoulders and licks supple, close-in uppercuts—lefts and rights—just cuffing those Mishy-melons stupid at the bell. Williams staring into it, lips parted—she’s oblivious to her bra jumping about at Sarah’s blistering touch. PONYLASH! Smirking Sarah gets it again as poor Mishy’s stooped forward at the perfect angle to receive.

R8: Sarah wheeling and dealing—it’s been q0 straight minutes since Michelle’s landed a punch. Midway through, mish breaks the pattern, finally hooking her way into Sarah’s midsection, forcing Carter to cover up flat footed behind her mitts. Mish with a stationary target starts putting punches together: a right to the left ear; a left to the other ear, followed quickly by a more serious left dug deep behind Sarah’s right elbow. Carter grunting—twisting her torso-left to receive additional Mishy’s hooks around the hip and back: Williams hurting Sarah, taking over the round. Down the stretch, Carter stepping around—easing out measuring rights and looking to swat the hard-torque hook, Mishy bobbing her head again, has the rhythm of it, starting to come forward and get work doine as Carter gives ground.

R9: Michelle waiting on Sarah’s jab, slipping it, then jumping in the hook ala Zeta Jones: Williams wild with that shot, but it’s getting her inside, setting her up on Sarah’s chest. Mauling, Mish-friendly brawling ensues: Sarah gritting her teeth, giving ground in close quarters while trying to nip Mish uppercuts; Williams crowding close, riding her left arm around Sarah’s hips if need be—anything to keep her close. Mish forcing the fight to ropes and continuing to maul her foe: Williams earning warnings for too-rough tousle-scrubbing inside and brawny little shoulder-butts to Sarah’s mouth, Mishy fighting her way free of Sarah’s clinches, mounts sustained pressure ion carter’s sleek dancer’s abs: Carter grunting, grimacing in pain, tying up around Mishy’s head and suffering underneath. Down the stretch, Mishy with her head down accidentally digs a series of lefts and rights into Sarah’s trim thighs and tan trunks: Carter blurting out in pain, buttocks back into ropes as she doubles forward hurrrrt. Mish quick to capitalize, sliding her left arm under Sarah’s right, slumping her forward into a brace of shocking right hands to the tummy: Williams bludgeoning her girl out of the wrap at the bell. AND BEYOND! Mish banking insurance rights in Sarah’s tortured breadbasket: Carter’s head lolling, words slurring as she sobs “stop,,,stop...ref…”

R10: Sarah’s hurt; Mishy’s busted up; close fight. Michelle out strong off her stool-swinging a looping right hand that misses Sarah’s head, but immediately establishes Michelle as aggressor. Carter bailing out, trusting her legs and gambling that she’s got enough points in the bank to win this thing on the cards. Mish sees it, won’t have it—won’t have Sarah stinking out the joint to get a garbage duke. Williams piling into carter—curvy legs stamping at canvas to drive Sarah ropeside, Girls hit ropes so hard, Sarah’s mouthpiece is dislodged, bouncing off Michelle’s back as Williams drives her shoulder deep to Sarah’s gut. Williams comes up slugging—shoulders rotating, fists pumping at breadbasket, then clouts a left/right off Sarah’s staring face. Carter wilting, eyes bleak: she lifts a tepid left uppercut into Mishy’s ribs, just tapping in under the jugline. Williams responds with a sidearm right to the belly, punching the breath from Sarah, cramping her forward: Sarah hurt, face uplifted as her torso lolls forward. Hands crossing instinctively across her waist. Mishy tightens up stroke—curling a right hand across Sarah’s breasts, then clouting a right to Sarah’s shoulder as Carter turns slowly to her right, showing her left side while covering her head. Mishy stands up straight, palming her left hand to Sarah’s left shoulder—she pushes Carter into ropes, exposing Sarah’s left flank and back. Mishy pounds a short right to the lower back “PAK!” , bouncing the mitt off Sarah, bringing the mitt back quick. Mishy reloads; Sarah’s eyes shut tight, baring her teeth as her legs numb. Another right bounces off Sarah’s back “OAK!”: these are piston-shots—not swings—Michelle stamping’em onto Sarah, the knuckles landing flat. Mishy just robotic here—delivering short, tasty blows “PAK…PAK…PAK…” powered by her legs and hips. She’s pushing off that back (right0 foot—her buttocks jostling side to side like a living physics experiment in inertia. Punch after punch jammed into Sarah—her armpit, her ribs, her back—the retracted quick—the fist reset at Mishy’s right breast. Mish on autopilot—grinning fiercely—left hand palming Sarah’s left shoulder, keeping her turned to her right. Another stamping right—another—Williams just plowing at carter now, bashing in her ribs, working her lower back with spot-on , devastating punches, it’s all too much—a blubbering Sarah’s legs give way—pooling her to her knees, then corkscrewing het to her back. She clutches her hand at her kidneys, face screwed up tight in agony as she rolls onto her right side, back to the apron. Michelle stomps away bellowing, drawing a thumb across her throat to earn an instant fine. Sarah’s ruined: KO10 Michelle Williams.

After: Pack descends swiftly, cutting Sarah off from support as officials get pre-occupied managing the outraged Foxfire crew, Weeping, crippled Carter dragged like blonde tribute to the HISC corner where Mish is the first to mount up. Williams winds her left hand in that limp, conquered blonde ponytail, thrusting her right index finger in triumph o the roof and hooting at the press corps, Sarah whining—her face pushed to the right by Mishy’s oppressive tummy: Williams leaning in and smearing Sarah as flashbulbs pop. Kreuk neck, absolutely loving the sight: she takes time to cup Sarah’s face in her hands before mounting, putting her forehead on Carter’s and chatting her up with the increasing legendary cruelty between the two. Danes and Dushku in turn, making Sarah feel the full press of Wolf Pack dominance: big swinging win for Michelle rights her ship, ruining one of Carter’s best performances in the bargain.

Reposted by Archer 11/2/09.