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13 April 2007 Kristen Bell vs Sarah Carter

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 5 months ago

 

 

 

Part 1:

 

Posted by Simguy on 4/13/2007, 6:56 am.

 

Before: BLONDE! Magazine gushing over the prospect of Bell/carter—labelling the contest “The Best Fight in Boxing”. Recent high profile victories over Natalie Portman put Carter/Bell at each other’s throats—it’s a scenario we’ve seen before. “After Kristin Kreuk,” Carter nods, half smiling, “we turned on each other pretty quickly. Bell’s one of those girls I’m very aware of—I always know who she’s fighting and what the outcome is, and once I’d bested Natalie, I knew Kris would be calling. She’s a talent, there’s no denying that—but I’m very comfortable against her. I’ve already beaten her, so I’m confident in my approach: the adjustments are all on her side.”

 

Bell chomping at the bit—Carter’s been at the top of the list for a long time, “Carter’s been milking the fact that she beat Kreuk and me last year, so I definitely want to take that away from her,” Kris says at the podium, eyes flashing. “Outside, it’s a toss up, but inside—I feel I’m stronger and faster than she is—I can take it to her at close range. I’ll get her jab, tear up her body and make her quit. I don’t think Sarah’s got the heart to go the distance with me!”

 

Sarah in long ponytail with bangs framing face; gymnastics two piece—maple leaf motif top; solid red bottoms; small red “Cat Paw” brand workout mitts. Bell in black lace push up, leopard print bikini bottoms; scruffy ponytail (shorter than Sarah’s) with bangs; small, tan/black dappled “Cat Paw” mitts.

 

During R1: Spring-legged stances, taut postures—electric intensity as pitiless gazes meet midriff—both girls reading each other with merciless intentions, scanning for any sign of weakness, Breathtaking quicks—girls feinting, stepping in the jab, bounding back outside—blonde ponytails swaying and dancing with the rhythm, Sharp, sudden engagements as small mitts skid off scalps and shoulders—neither lass able to land clean against nimble opposition. Confident walking to either side when well out of range—both trying to command the ring not just geometrically, but in terms of sheer presence: a real treat to see such vixens attempting to overawe each other, Down the stretch, Bell’s able to hook off the jab and catch Carter a firm left hand to chin as Sarah’s backpedalling. Best punch of a close round gives it to Kris.

 

R2: Kristen pouncing—doubling up her jab, hooking it up top, hooking Sarah’s ribs—Carter awkward to ropes, covers up earmuff and gets RIPPED a licking double-hook. Bell vicious off her front (left) foot—first hook snatches across Sarah’s flat abs; second hooks snaps hard up top, checking Sarah’s chin—Bell with that compact Sugar ray Leonard style hooking action, scoring with tremendous bite. Carter grimacing sitting into the ropes; KBell pushes in close, smothering her girl against the ropes—top of her blonde head abutting Sarah’s left cheek and open mouth as girls struggle for position. Kristen able to squirm and stay in there—tearing off pairs and trios of punches in combination—VERY quick handed. Sarah’s  ribs and tummy getting all ripped up—she’s reaching in behind Kristen’s elbows to clinch, but finding Bell very squirmy,, and surprising strong: Bell doing a nice job struggling free of embraces to continue her work. Kris on top, bell to bell, laying down a consistent body-beating to put a scowl on Carter’s face at the break. “My round,” Bell chirps brightly as she’s turning away.

 

R3: Darting jabs as girls rotate clockwise—Bell able to bend away from Sarah’s, then score with the licking reprisal. Carter leans in a right cross: Bell dipping under it, comes back the hook in Sarah’s teeth, stunning her. Kristen’s eyes alight: OH, she hooks Sarah’s toned midriff as Carter’s protecting high, giving away gut o the cheap. Jamming right hand punches in between Sarah’s mitts, driving her ropeside—Krissy hopping-with, smiting athletic hooks off-the-bop, ponytail bouncing as Sarah’s jaw takes leather.

 

Sarah’s hurt. She’s drooping forward behind her mitts, then leaning back upright, then twisting—trying to distribute the punishment.

 

Krissy’s bright-eyed, vigorous: standing straight legged and strong off Sarah’s bow—now tapping, now ripping, now slow, now fast—changing up her tempos and punches to catch Sarah off guard. Kris extending the right to touch Sarah’s guard or shoulder, then ripping the hook extra juicy. Kris extending the left, pushing it in between Sarah’s mitts, then dropping the right behind, THEN hooking ribs: Carter groaning, stooping and wilting, face-in gloves.

 

So much time on the clock—Krissy energetic, springy—easily bounding back from weak Carter offerings, then pouncing before Sarah can reorganize: Carter’s head snapping and switching back and forth; Sarah’s body cringing under hot touches, Krissy helping herself up and down, up and down—occasionally wowing the crowd with extended, blistering sequences of murderous rights and lefts rapping against Sarah’s tortured ribcage—then backing off all grins, catching her breath, blowing bangs off her eyes, Carter’s lithe, toned legs hold her up, but it’s as bad a beating as she’s ever taken: microphones capturing her breathy grunts and cries of pain as she sags and slumps against the ropes., Break: Bell bubbling over, pushing herself on Sarah,. Forcing meanspirited eye contact. Carter wobbling terribly, face pink, starting to swell, eyes all foggy as Bell’s being a little brat chest to chest. Ref finally pulls Krissy away—she shimmies her shoulders in a happy little dance to her corner—“I’m slaughtering her!” Bell blurts at her smiling trainer.

 

R4: Carter hard-eyed, firming—tremendously conditioned blonde able to come off the stool with more verve than Krissy expects. Midring—Sarah punching straight rights and lefts from her shoulders—pounding away with small-mitt cracks to Bell’s brows. Kris jabbing back, looking to jump-in: Carter fading, sliding her lead (left) foot in good order, fitting Kris for lithe check-hooks on the chin, Midway through, Sarah fades a Bell pounce, comes back a rangy wide left, followed by an abrupt, spearing right on Krissy’s mouth: BELL’S STAGGERED! Kris no longer grinning—jogs a few steps to her right with a concerned expression, suddenly on the defensive. Carter chin-tucked—she steps in, slants a stiff left jab down into Bell’s midsection PAK! shunting Krissy to ropes, Carter snarling, lips curling off her teeth as she hops-to, attacking Bell’s right shoulder. Krissy’s turn to face into the storm: Sarah unleashing lanky, strokes away sinuous lefts and rights, lathering Krissy about her head, shoulders, waist to the break. Heaving chests, flashing eyes all around as ref pushes’em apart—both girls touched, and touched hard through 4. “I’m slaughtering her,” Sarah mocks into Kristen’s face, throwing Bell’s words back at her with venom.

 

R5: Sarah controlling matters midring—stepping lithe, bouncing either mitt off Kristen’s face: straight, elastic pinging punches—either hand. Bell circling away, then crouching in—constantly tracked and rebuffed by Carter’s clever hands—Krissy finding it hard to penetrate through 2 minutes, Down the stretch, Bell timing Sarah’s jab drops the pull-counter right hand to Mountee chin: SARAH’S KNEES GIVE A SHIMMY! Carter with a saddened, how-could-you expression, staggers to her right: Bell with that infectious grin, hops-to, bats a straight-arm left off Sarah’s right ear. Carter hits the ropes limp and stunned, face in gloves: Bell steps-to in that strong stance—punching hard off either foot, popping hips , twisting into rhythmic shots, resetting herself with knuckle pushes against Sarah’s shoulder. Sarah cringing from hard right hands in her left flank: Bell bends low, then suddenly torques up and to the right, BITING her hook against Sarah’s jaw, Carter sags into ropes, badly loosened—bell sounds to prevent a Kris bell finishing run. Bell flashing that winsome smile back to her corner: she’s just stolen a Sarah Carter round.

 

Carter/Bell conc.

 

Posted by Simguy on 4/13/2007, 6:57 am.

 

R6: Pretty Sarah lumping up badly, ribs wearing out—Mountee acquisition showing her toughness tonight in fielding some vicious shots from Kris. Similar round to the fifth—Carter stabilizing behind her jabs and straight right hands, sidestepping pressure, keeping Bell at arm’s length, Kris turns it around late with another savage hook out of a deep crouch, catching Carter perfectly off the counter and SARAH GOES DOWN! Sarah sprawling on her back, face contorted with pain and disappointment—Bell crowing, lifting her mitts and strutting away the KO6 vic…SARAH BEATS THE COUNT! Carter rallying off the mat—deeply distressed, swaying I the wind, but ref lets it go. BELL POUNCES ON SARH! Oh the humanity—Krissy winding up, stealing yet another round late with a TORRID fusillade of ringadingding rights and lefts—pelting away at Sarah’s flanks, beating aides her guard to punch face and breasts both at the bell. Rising blows, these—Krissy keeping elbows in, slugging furiously from her hips—crowd reacting enthusiastically to the kinetic spectacle of Krissy helping herself to Sarah.

 

R7: Carter: nose bleed; right eye swelling shut; definite body-cringe—but what a gamer. Educated jab jots at Krissy’s face—doubling up against her pate PIK! PAK! Carter roaming to her left, leaning in the odd right cross, coming back a rangy hook—Bell bailing out more often than not, showing respect for Sarah’s whippy licks. Bell the fresher-legged, circling, feinting, looking to trick her way in—Krissy maybe a little TOO patient here with hurt prey. Sarah boxes for points, stabilizes her front yet again—Carter showing real fortitude under adversity tonight.

 

R8: Bell hopping at Sarah frisky, punching on the bop—she’s NAILING Carter athletic hooks and choppy right hands as Sarah’s backpedalling. Carter crying as she hits ropes, face in-gloves: tough to watch as she cringes forward under a ripping tic-toc right/left to her waistline, Grinning, Kris straightens, extending arms to push knuckles against Sarah’s left shoulder—judging range—then smooth, licking blasts rip at what’s left. At one point, Bell’s left hand holds Sarah’s head down—Krissy bolo’s her right arm around and uppercuts Carters overhanging forehead as ref barks warnings. Sarah leans back into ropes, face bleak—but she pre-empts Kris a right hand on the mouth, spoiling Bell’s pounce, Trade in hooks goes Sarah’s way, and she drops a nice little right hand on Krissy’s ear I close. Bell falls in—ponytailed blondes rubbing tousle, wrestling for position. Sarah fights well off the ropes—dipping to her left to get whip-leverage on rising hooks to Bell’s midsection; scrubbing and shoeshining little shots on the inside to effectively outwork Krissy shoulder to shoulder. Bell’s round—but once again—she’s unable to finish a very stubborn Sarah Carter. More sauce from bell en route to her corner: happy grins, merry eyes—she’s just loving it on Sarah tonight.

 

R9: Sarah punching effectively to Kristen’s face, backing Bell off—Kris relying on her freshness of leg to propel her around, using the ring on her comparatively banged up foe. Sarah working behind her jab, intercepting Bell on her way in and rejecting her—Carter looking to cash in the right cross, but rarely getting it flush against mobile foe. Down the stretch, Bell able to slip inside and drum Sarah’s midsection with one of those furious flurries: Carter cramping up, cupping her hands at Krissy’s ears—POOR SARAH’S HURT AGAIN! Carter’s lips part in shock—she’s paralyzed, tilting forward as Bell’s withering bombardment creeps uptorso—BELTING AWAY RIGHTS AND LEFTS TO FACE! Sarah upright, wobbling around—she finally spills off to her right and collapses to all fours, trembling Bell steals ANOTHER Carter round—bellowing and stomping around as ref’s shouting at her to go to neutral corner.

 

R10: Sarah rallies, regroups, executes—she’s been hurt all night, but has never completely broken down. Once again, smart, stalking pressure from Carter—reaching out and finding Bell via the jab, threatening her with the cross—Krissy legging out of range before the mop-up hook can even get close. Bell darting in and out, feinting—pretty clear she’s running the clock, unwilling to risk decisive exchanges just for the sake of a knockout. Bell: Sarah takes the 10th, drops the fight, and keeps a tight, focused countenance as Kristen heartlessly mocks her in the aftermath.

 

After: Sarah busted up, badly beaten tonight, but brave despite fighting uphill most of the evening. “I blacked her eye,” Kristen chirps, “I bloodied her nose—she’s a mess! This totally puts me on top of her—that’s the worst beating anyone’s EVER given Sarah carter! When I was hitting her in the risk, she was all ‘UHHH! UHHH!—just giving it up to me like a little punk!” Carter downcast—refusing to cry, constantly staring over at Bell at Krissy’s interviewing: Sarah just can’t take her eyes her tormentress. “I didn’t have it tonight—Kristen did,” Carter shrugs, graciously offering comments in defeat. Admission of Bell’s victory hurts Sarah visibly to say it out loud—you can see it in her distant eyes. “She showed me no mercy when I was—I respect that, and I’ll remember it, Shje’s gloating now, but all I can say is that even though it was the best night of her career she couldn’t finish me. When the shoe’s on the other foot, we’ll see if she can say the same.”

 

Reposted by Archer 10/13/09.

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