| 
  • If you are citizen of an European Union member nation, you may not use this service unless you are at least 16 years old.

  • You already know Dokkio is an AI-powered assistant to organize & manage your digital files & messages. Very soon, Dokkio will support Outlook as well as One Drive. Check it out today!

View
 

17 May 2010 Sarah Carter vs Leighton Meester

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 9 months ago

Undercard: GRUDGE MATCH

 

 

 


Posted by simguy on 5/17/2010, 6:10 pm

 

BEFORE: Prefight histrionics list: face-slapping (check); pushing (check); rival entourage baiting (check); dagger-eyes and nostril-flaring (check and check)...no shortage of hard feelings in the aftermath of Sarah's savage waxing of Leighton first time out. "I'm sick and tired of hearing how Leighton hasn't lost in two years," Sarah laments at podium. "Look at the names: total nobodies and tomato-cans! In fact, in her whole career, there's only one quality name, and that name beat the pants off her, and she STILL hasn't dealt with the trauma!" Meester fuming: Sarah's cruelty in the first fight an obvious motivator for young Gossip Girl starlet. "I promised Sarah then that I'd be back, and here I am," Leighton says in rebuttal. "I'm growing by leaps and bounds; I've bettered each rival and won my rematches as they've come along, and Sarah's next on the list. I'd love to carry and torment her the way she did me, but the truth is, Sarah's not tuff enough to take the beating I did. She'll succumb to my thunder - you watch. I'll take her heart and make her quit. Promise!" Sarah in gold bikini; small black gloves; sleek low ponytail with bangs framing face. Leighton in green floral print bikini; small black gloves; auburn locks wavy n' loose. Snarling stare down during ring instructions: Sarah whirling on the spot when asked to touch gloves, scorching an outraged Meester for a pre-fight ponylash across the mouth!

During R1: Sarah jotting jabs...Meester dropping right hands over top 'em...Carter quickly counter punched off-balance as Leighton scores multiple connects early. Brawling: Sarah flurring amidships, finishing up on rack: Leighton baring teeth, lathering Sarah's ribs PIK! PAK! PEK! in brisk small-mitt exchanges. Sarah disengaging, circling, curling back in: more trading as Leighton refuses to give ground, letting her hands romp chin-and-chest on haughty blonde. Sarah frowning at the stiff resistance - deploys limber buggy-whip right hand to Leighton's left flank late: Meester absorbs the PAK!, answers back a compact left hook - turning the fist over palm-down, following through with high elbow. SARAH'S ROCKED! Carter's long legs spasming, stamping for balance: she's wide-eyed, open-mouthed at the hurt. Leighton pouncing in perky: quick rubadubdub flurry to refresh Sarah's tits, then a pair of PIK! PIK! left hooks tucked in behind Carter's right elbow to leave her hunched forward hurting behind her gloves at bell. Passing by Carter's left flank en route to corners - bratty Leighton swipes at Sarah's ponytail, tossing it up over her right shoulder. Ref intervenes as vixens turn-in to give fresh battle.

R2: Sarah peppering Leighton jabs early...Meester poked and scuffed, but standing in the pocket, dropping determined right hands over top to nag at Sarah's chin. Carter punched out of her stance: she's trading toe-to-toe - whacking Leighton a sidearm right in the flank like she's hitting Meester with a rubber hose: brings the right hand up the middle for a grazing uppercut. Chippy hooks back from Leighton clout at Sarah's chin, backing blonde up: gambling right hands chase her down, scoring to mouth. Meester walking Sarah down, forcing exchanges: little brunette holding her own, lathering Sarah to the body, checking her chin at blonde withdrawals. Carter nimble to her right - clawing come-along hooks across Leighton's rack to turn her into slinging right hand clout to chin. Carter in charge late - bendy-backed leans and tilts making Meester miss, then Sarah's back in with willowy whacks head and body. Bell: Sarah with a sharp nod, exclaims "Huh!"; Leighton pushes her - ref jumps in as little vixens fix to rumble in overtime.

R3: Sarah working Leighton's ribcage like she's whipping her a hickory switch: right hands lashing and buggywhipping PIK! PIK! Meester blinking back tears, giving ground: minute-in she bites back a hook, turning Sarah's chin and loosening her knees. Carter wobbled, but determined: slinging, sidearm right lashes wide across Leighton's tummy, winning a bleat of pain from brunette. Girls trade clanging hooks and SARAH'S KNEES GIVE A SHIMMY! Blonde girl nearly takes a knee, staggers backwards in wonder instead. Deep breath Leighton...she's hurt, but Sarah's wounded...brunette stepping-to. Leighton feints the right hand; steps into crouch; hops up and in close with a tidy left hook, jamming Sarah to jaw. Carter's legs lock up...heels stay planted as she's sitting back straight-legged: BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Big splash knockdown - Sarah's hands flopping up over her head - eyes closed/eyebrows high/mouth open "AHH!" as lithe body absorbs the shock. Leighton screeching - storming past - taking care to trod the inside of Sarah's right thigh en route. Carter a jittery wreck peeling herself off her back...she rolls over left hip, stumbling into ropes for glassy-eyed 8. ON COMES MEESTER! Leighton's fists hungry for Sarah - hook-hooking her breadbasket; chopping righty to chin; uppercutting righty to chin; HOOKING that chin. Sarah spellbound, sagging against ropes, staring as her hands fall to her lap...she's stricken, helpless. Leighton POURING it on - Meester's hands feverish, tearing at Sarah - small gloves bouncing off stunned face and THE REF STEPS IN! Good Lord - TKO3 Leighton Meester as promised!

After: Carter battered, swooning: she breaks down into blubbering tears as ref cradles her to safety. Leighton screeching - accidentally runs to Foxfire corner to celebrate, then reverses to gallop back to her own...she's stopped the woman who's haunted her dreams from the beginning. AND LEIGHTON NEEDS MORE! De-gloved, refreshed, preening Leighton struts to Foxfire corner, helping trembling Sarah to her feet by hard grips at slender biceps: Leighton ringing her bronzed right arm around Sarah's slender hips for a triumphant walk of shame. Poor Sarah! Proud blonde sniveling, trying to hold tears in check...Leighton prancing, grinning big, waving like a pageant winner with the free left hand. Leighton having fun with Sarah's ponytail at the corner-stops, tugging it while shouting "TOOT-TOOOOT!" - giving Sarah's head hard yanks in the process. At the end, when Sarah's released and shoved towards her own corner - Leighton reaches for that ponytail, super-tugging it a two-hander, wrenching Sarah back and around, tossing her ragdoll to canvas. Carter sobbing from the hardest hairpull ever recorded in an FCBA ring: Leighton grinning down, prepping to stomp downed blonde. Super-tug brings Hayden up onto the ring apron: sight of Hayden moves Leighton to def-con 2 as she raises bare-knuck dukes...cooler heads prevail as officials separate sides, tend to weeping Sarah. Rubber match looms between these two now as Meester treats Sarah shabbily enough to earn a life-long enemy.

 

Comments (0)

You don't have permission to comment on this page.