SARAH CARTER VS KELLY MONACO 11 SEPT 2005

Originally posted by Simguy on 9/11/05. 1:03 pm.

BOXING AFTER DARK.

Before: Hot-bodied flyweights jockeying for position—BAD showcase an important stage for both women. “Kelly’s too old to be horning in,” says a resentful Sarah C in prefight. “She’s taking Maxim covers away from more deserving starlets, and quite frankly, she’s not that good a dancer. She reminds me of Vanessa Marcil—pathetic old cougars trying to cling to the last shred of fame until younger, stronger girls take everything away from them. Well, time’s running out for Kelly.”

Monaco’s a serious little competitor, scowling through much of the brash blonde commentary. “Sarah’s got a beating coming,” Kelly says, matter of fact, “it’s long overdue. She’s been running her mouth, getting away with murder in the FCBA—and don’t even get me started about her and Kris Bell tag teaming in Apartment—both of them need a good spanking and I guess justice starts here for Sarah.”

Kelly in hulking white bra, ruffled panties, white boxing shoes with tassels, small white rabbit pelt mittens—Sarah in baby blue bra, ruffled panties, white running shoes with tassels and similar rabbit fur mittens. Scrappy punching ponytails with bangs framing both faces.

During R1: Boing, boing, boing—Sarah on her toes, ponytail jumping as she bips and baps at Kelly, darting in and out with crisp one-twos. Monaco tending to be more stationary, bending very low as the waist as Sarah gets off, then answering back hard right or left hands to the jaw to catch Carter on her way out. Cat and mouse—constant energetic movement—ponytails dancing when down the stretch—Kelly catches Sarah a beautiful clouting right hand out of the crouch, sending Carter reeling. Monaco hopping forward, leaning in, dig-dig-digging short lefts and rights to Carter’s drum-tight tummy as blonde covers up hurt at the ropes.

R2: More of the same kinetic bouncing, bopping, back and forth, Monaco on her toes as well now, sometimes taking the fight to Sarah, sometimes crouching low and trying for another big swinging counter. Carter jitterbugging, springy legged—pesky chipping jabs, chopping right hands, clawing hooks—constant pepperpot punching from busy blonde. Good buffeting connects—pelt gloves skidding off smooth jawlines and chins; fur lined mitts will bruise, but tend not to cut, landing with muffled thudding impact. Monaco probably digs out of the round with close in tummy-bumping lefts and rights—Sarah visibly wincing as she’s backed up late.

R3: Sarah’s look one-dimensional, but she’s tireless, very quick—Kelly having a hard time keeping pace and timing the darting blonde. Sarah up on her toes, very lithe—bopping in with one-twos, hopping out while turning into hooks. Sarah occasionally standing shoulder to shoulder inside lng enough to get after Kelly’s mouthwatering rack—that so-called “brunette Jessica Simpson” made to suffer for that distinction this round. Shutout Carter.

R4: High tempo doesn’t really describe it—girls bopping in and out, punching in rapid two-way squalls, clawing and digging at each other, then disengaging, dancing a little before jumping back in. Action spiraling counterclockwise around the ring—rarely going to the ropes. Ponytails jumping and tossing, girls grunting as they throw themselves into punches. Kelly’s cheeks starting to glow glossy, dwelling up under the steady tattoo of Sarah’s fists. Monaco scoring hard to Sarah’s chin but also working the ribcage effectively—both girls getting chewed up in the non-stop punching.

R5: Bippity-boppity-bop continues, Sarah’s getting much better of it as Monaco loses concentration this round. Carter daring it, scoring, bouncing to her right—Kelly’s missing the receipts, turning, walking into shots—she’s lost the timing she had earlier. Carter laughing happily at Monaco misses, often feinting, then sidestepping—blonde going to the body with swiping rights and lefts, starting to buff up Kelly’s shiny ribcage this round. Late Monaco rush is gobbled up as Carter retreats in good order, helping herself to jug with a series of left and right uppercuts that leaves Kelly misty-eyed at the bell.

R6: Sarag with that lithe in-and-out—Kelly going back in deep crouches, trying to time Carter for big looping counter right hands. Midway through it works—Sarah hops in, misses over the top, hops straight back and eats a clapping blast upside her head/ Blonde staring forlorn, staggering into ropes—she covers up, stoops forward as Kelly pounces—brunette arms and shoulders pumping as Monaco piunds the belly hup-hup-hup. First clinches of the fight as breathless Sarah reaches under Kelly’s arms—hungry Monaco still digging and slapping in around outstretched arms, working in above Sarah’s hips as ref moves in.

R7: Kelly over to offense—she may be older, but her ponytail’s just as bouncy, legs just as fresh as she gets on her toes and attacks. Sarah grimacing, still on HER toes but not as eager to mix it up this round—blonde retreating, backhanding her jab to keep Kelly off her. It’s like battling butterflies—flitting around the ring, coming together for brief bursts of violence, flitting apart, circling, regrouping, Kelly smiling hard at the bell, seeing Sarah looking downcast at the ropes. Ref turns away—veteran Monaco reaches in to deposit her right elbow tip into the pit of Carter’s belly! Sarah cries out, steadying herself with a left hand on the ropes! Kelly’s tongue pink between her lips as she diligently fouls her opponent.

R8: Elbow-thrust reawakens Sarah’s inner vixen—she’s back at Kelly with brisk in-out chopping, clawing, poking punches, tattooing the beleaguered bruneete. Monaco paying for her elbow triumph with increased Carter scrutiny of Kelly’s bulging rack—Sarah chopping her way in there with bitter one-twos, hopping to the right while hooking Kelly’s left eye. Monaco outhustled, getting a good buffing scrub this round from a vengeful Carter.

R(: More Sarah, pouring it onto Kelly—might be the most one-sided round of the fight. Squall of punches early sees Monaco beaten to an assortment of sharp lefts and rights on either jawline-brunette staggering back wide-eyed on her heels, momentarily overwhelmed. Sarah hopping in, slanting a lead right straight down into body, then a chopping left at Kelly’s face, then a backhanding set-up left to set up a jarring right on the teeth. Kelly jackhammered ropeside—staring into shots—Sarah really tuning Monaco up starting to land in extended clusters of punches. Kelly covering up at times, stooping forward off the ropes, giving up her back—blonde happily sweeping lefts and rights across Monaco’s lumbar region to tidy up those kidneys. Kelly’s groaning, trying to clinch, but jugs pay a bitter price—little blonde shrugging short punches into Kelly’s throbbing hooters whenever brunette opens up to grapple. Steady, pounding lather—Sarah’s fists washing back and forth across wilting Monaco—at the bell. Sarah’s till punching. Kelly ashen faced, straightening up woozy at the break: SARAH DIGS HOME A PAYBACK ELBOW! Shout of pain from Kelly as SHE doubles up hurt—hard satisfaction glinting in Sarah’s heartless eyes as ref tugs her away for a stern lecture.

R10: Clawing, slashing, non-stop lather—girls tearing at each other as they have all night long. Both up on their toes, both still lively legged, but Sarah dictating, maintaining initiative for the entire round. Kelly competing with superior timing—Sarah might be quicker, but she’s hittable after she’s finished getting off—Monaco stroking hard lefts and rights out of her crouch. Bell: they’re still chopping and hacking at each other—ref has to pull little spitfires apart to enforce the break. Chests heaving, eyes flashing as they wait the decision—both are crushed when the draw is announced!

After: Both girls immediately lunge for each other after a few sharp words—officials separate spitting wildcats in the wake of this hotly contested small-girl donnybrook. Monaco’s fit, older frame holding up superbly—Carter’s tempo failed to break the brunette down tonight. “I feel I landed all the hard punches,” Kelly says with some truth behind her words. “I hurt Sarah several times I this fight—when did she ever get to me?”

Carter with a vividly different picture of the encounter. “I totally dominated Kelly Monaco tonight,” Carter saus, looking up at the interviewer. “I shut her out of at least three rounds—I mean, I totally outclassed this girl. She was winging punches in desperation—there was only one true professional in that ring tonight and you’re looking at her!” Hard feelings may spill over onto apartment carpet—rumours abounding of a Marcil/Monaco team up to take the fight to the Bell/Carter young turk menace.

Reposted by Archer 12/31/07