Posted by Simguy on 5/17/2008, 8:39 am.

Before; Something chemical between these two: apart they’re personable, charming, benign; together, a volatile reaction turns both into shrieking ferals. Press conferences constantly delayed as girls front up, preventing from coming to blows by wary security. When they’re not shouting each other down—they’re freezing each other out—deliberately avoiding eye contact as though the other doesn’t exist. “This isn’t about competition or sport,” Sarah snarls at the podium. “All I’m thinking about is hurting Kristin, punishing her, and making her quit. Her stablemates can’t fight for her—hell, lately they can’t even fight for themselves—once we’re in there, she’s all mine, and I cannot WAIT!” Kreuk trembling slightly at podium, physically restraining herself from jumping down on Sarah just a few feet to brunette right. “Sarah’s bullied me in the past,” Kreuk concedes/”I confess, when she was coming up, I didn’t take her seriously. You see girls like Sarah come and go at the CW every day, so who knew she’d ever amount to anything. But the fact is, she has, and I’m no longer surprised by her, It’s like Jen Garner and Charlize: you can get by for a whole under the radar, but once women like me and Charlize notice you, it’s over. Sarah’s had her day in the sun: from now on, it’s going to get very, very gloomy for her,” Carter’s voice audible off to the side; “Oh, my god—she comparing herself to Theron!” in mocking tones. Sarah in white bikini with white ring connections at jug and hip; small white gloves; sleek low ponytail with bangs framing face. Kris in royal blue sport top to a high neck; royal blue tie-side bikini bottoms; small white gloves; hair in slick low ponytail. Girls refusing to look at each other or touch gloves during ring instructions: each wheeling away to ponylash the other as ref rolls his eyes in exasperation.

R1: Sarah stitching in with the jab, chopping the right hand, clawing the hook: Kris well covered up, ducking and rolling, escaping the flurry with minimum harm. Kreuk quickly back with spritizing jabs to Sarah’s chest, narrowly missing a grazing right cross as Carter backpedals, Sarah pounces back in: buggy-whip right hand hitting Kris atop her left shoulder; left hook slicing over top as Kreuk ducks, Sarah hops back out of range as  Krissy’s trying to hook out of the crouch: kinetic, lithe, ponytail-tossing boxing as wiry vixens thrust and parry. Minute mark, Sarah sets up relaxed at ropes: right hand at right cheek, left across her gut—looking to set up a slip-and-roll pocket. Kreuk accepts the challenge—spritizing jabs as she closes, bouncing a right hand off Sarah’s anticipatory left shoulder then SHOCKING SARAH THE HOOK! Tight, swatting delivery gets inside Sarah’s protective right—Krissy chin-checking the blonde with a beaut and CARTER SLUMPS INTO ROPES! Sarah out on her feet, left hand loose in her lap, right drooping into her chest: KRUISTIN’S PASTING SARAH! Krissy’s ponytail swinging side to inside—she’s in a wide stance, drifting Sarah rights and lefts across the face, battering Sarah sleepy, Carter swooning, eyes closed, lips pouted, wiry legs holding her up as tight buttocks rest on ropes—AND THE REF DOESN’T STOP THE FIGHT! Sarah makes it to the bell in shock: Krissy seething, chest heaving—she’s bordering on oxygen-dent.

R2: Kris charging the mound: Sarah sets up near the ropes just a few feet west of Foxfire corner. Girls all hunched shoulders, dukes near chins and chests, elbows in: tight, tight back and forth erupts as Kreuk goes at Sarah without mercy, Sarah: snarling; rips a short right uppercut/left uppercut combo—finishing up weight on her left foot, back arched—punches travelling maybe 6 inches to clip at Krissy’s face. Kreuk dips right, clouts Sarah a short left to cheek: Sarah answers a short right, chopping Kris behind left ear. Krissy to Sarah’s gut with short, ripping rights and lefts—digging in half a dozen times before Sarah rips that jagged right/left uppercut combo in tight, picking Krissy up. Abrupt turn-taking—girls bringing mitts back to chests, staying compact—small gloves gouging at lat tummies, bouncing off pretty faces. Crowd roaring—announcer shouting “OH, they are DIGGING away!” as girls set a ferocious flyweight pace. Bell: Krissy hooks Sarah’s chin, takes a right in return as ref jumps in all wide-eyed. Action about even, but judges like the fact that Kreuk never gave up her position—hounding Sarah bell to bell at the ropes.

R3: Right back at it. Kristin hyper-aggressive—jogging across the ring and sweeping a fat right roundhouse to Sarah’s midsection. Carter jumping away, buttocks well back—like she’s paying dodgeball: she evades the punch, but she’s hemmed in again near the ropes. Same rip-roaring punches, tit for tat, at the apron: Sarah’s not ON the ropes per-se, but being bounced off them at times—basically just digging in to answer Kreuk’s snatching combinations. Both girls baring teeth, eyes blazing—they dip and slip on the spot—fists kept close to chins/elbows in tight to bodies—very tidy, compact, snappy deliveries. Carter putting together savage right/left uppercut combos—finishing up weight on left foot—supple back arched as her fists gouge at Kristin’s breasts or chin. Kreuk murdering Sarah right/left to the waist—small gloves biting at taut flesh, spanking at it—then she comes up left/right to chin. Torrid stiff—the girls occasionally leaning forward to shoulder each other, but neither clinching—ever. Punch for punch, it’s Kristin; she’s outhitting Sarah, outworking her—but both are badly scuffed up after three rounds of insane pace. KRISTIN PONYLASHES SARAH! Carter in stunned disbelief, mouth open, staring goggle-eyed at her tormentress: Keuk glaring, doesn’t even look back en route to her corner.

Diane Lane tells Kristin in no uncertain terms during the break: “She’s yours. She’s done. Take her, Krissy. Trust me: if ou push, she will go.”

R4: Same as the rest. Kristin quickly across the ring, swinging lusty, spooking Sarah into ropes. Carter digging, licking right/left lead uppercut in those tidy 6 inch arcs; answering Kristin’s hook with a chopping right hand; answering Kristin’s right with short left uppercut. Crowd roaring as Kreuk takes a terrible face-pasting—but roaring just as loud when she digs back: short, ripping punches dipped-and-dug to ribs; swatting hooks, chopping right hand busting Sarah’s beautiful face up. Back and forth in vicious twos and threes—the girls rooted in their stances, bobbing and weaving on the spot. Two minutes in—two minutes of CONSTANT give and take—Krissy’s right chops Sarah to chin; Krissy’s left uppercut rip-gouges to chin and THERE GO SARAH’S LEGS! Carter suddenly amazed, sagging back into ropes, eyes wide. Kristin extending the left, pawing it, then leaning in close to clean up a short, pulverizing right hand—all her back, glutes and lefts in behind the blast, swiveling Sarah’s head around. Carter’s eyes dim, mouth slackens—she lolls against ropes, hands dropping to her stomach; SHE’S FACING HELPLESS INTO PUNISHMENT! Krissy squares away—lithe body rigid, glutes ringing as she POURS home the leather. Right and lefts scour across Sarah’s face, punching her sleepy and PUTTING HER OUT! Carter limp, seated in the ropes; ref jumps in as she’s no longer defending herself. TKJO4 in breathtaking fashion—Kristin Kreuk.

After: Kristin on hyper drive—ref pushes her off, but doesn’t body her back--allowing Kreuk to jump back in with a pair of insurance buggy-whip rights hands above Sarah’s left hip which won’t do the blonde any good in the morning. Pandemonium as Kreuk leaps into the arms of shocked Wolf pack beauties—hopping celebration in stark contrast to woozy Sarah coming around, then breaking down into agonized sobs when the scope of disaster dawns on her.

There’s no saving Sarah: Kristin backed by swaggered Pack marches in all brazen, taking hold of Sarah’s arms and pulling her to the HISC corner. Jammed into the turnbuckle—groggy Carter blubbers “NO!” as Krissy mounts the ropes—brunette beaming in triumph.

Krissy takes great pains to wind her left hand in Sarah long, soft ponytail, tugging her head back while gazing down upon Carter’s face. It’s too much for Sarah—she breaks down into fresh tears—left hand pushing at Krissy’s trembling belly as brunette’s crowding I close—blonde mumbling “no…no…” like it’s all a bad dream.

Kreuk taunting Sarah, tugging at her ponytail to tilt blonde face up—pressing her finger “Number 1” onto Sarah’s cheek and telling her: “No place to hide no, Sarah. We;’re just getting started baby!” Foxfire girls finally negotiate ringside security—charging the ring before each Pack member can be sated in turn: HBO broadcast quickly replaced by Swan Lake recording as officials rush to head off an incident.

Reposted by Archer 10/30/09.