Posted by Simguy on 4/18/2008, 8:03 pm.

Before: “Hayden’s gatekeeper,” Vanessa smirks at he podium, cutting her eyes across to a seething Carter, gauging  the effect. “Hayden’s handmaiden, I thought Sarah had some pride, but doing Hayden’s dirty work doesn’t look too good. Guess we know who’s top dog at Foxfire—or more to the point—who isn’t. But enough about Sarah: if she’s gatekeeping, then I’m gonna crash that gate and storm on through to Panettiere’s door step. Hayden can put as many bimbos between  her and me as she likes: one by one I’ll chop down her supporting cast and leave her isolated. THEN I’m gonna have me some fun!” Carter fighting for control under Vanessa’s calculated lashings—blonde rigid at the podium, visibly irritated. “We’ve been criticized for taking Hilary and Vanessa in this PPV,” Sarah says of the pairings between Foxfire veterans and lookout rookies. “You know what—they’ve been at us like a couple of gnats—they DESERVE this beating they’ve got coming. I’m gonna trample this chick—bust her up like nobody since Marcil. And I don’t want to hear any crap from the oppress for it either. Vanessa doesn’t deserve anybody’s sympathy, and she sure as hell won ‘t be getting any from me!” Sarah in white bikini with ring connections; small white workout gloves; long low ponytail with bangs framing face. Vanessa tan/white horizontally barred bikini; sheepskin strings; small white workout gloves,

During R1: Sarah hooking and jabbing at ‘Nessa’s face while executing a sharp dancer’s pivot-left around that planted left foot: Hudgens staring into punishment, getting touched up at the open, Minute in, Sarah drills a straight right to ‘Nessa’s mouth after a series of jabs and hooks: Hudgens wide-eyed, stumbling back on heels as Carter walks her down, licks a big, willowy buggywhip right hand in under the jugline. Ropes: Vanessa loose, stunned; Sarah reaches for a nek clasp, pulling ‘Nessa’s head down and PUMPING KNEES TO HER TUMMY! Carter all lithe and supple—right knee into ‘Nessa’s startled paunch, followed by the left—Sarah with a hopping, almost “running man” like gait as she works Muay Thai. Heinous foul—ref pulling Sarah away and reading her the riot act as Vanessa hugs herself and bleats in outrage. Carter very apologetic, bowing to the ref, lleading for leniency—heat of the moment, won’t happen again, yadda, yadda, yadda. ‘Nessa given a moment to wipe her eyes and compose herself, then Sarah’s right back on at the ropes—WITH A NECK CLASP! No knees this time—but ref barking “Get off her neck. Sarah!” as Carter bullies and controls Hudgens at ropes. Blonde mops up along the apron, stalking the brunette as Vanessa slides to her right along ropes: Sarah locating her girl with jabs; lashing her buggy-whip right hands to hip and head; hooking her breasts with impunity. Bell: Vanessa shaken, looks relieved to have made it to the break; Carter whirls on her heel, drawing her flaxen ponytail across Hudgens’ stunned face.

R2: Much more combative ‘Nessa this round: “wonder-of-Sarah” effect seems to have worn off. Hudgens doubling her jab as she edges sideways into Sarah, looking to engage her at close quarters with nubby little hooks. Carter also jabbing, seeking lithe right uppercuts to intercept brunette on her move-in-then carving across the hook while torso-turning right to point the left shoulder into Vanessa on follow-through, Spirited stuff—Hudgens doing very well when she can establish inside and snap off flirty combinations to Sarah’s flat tummy and haughty breasts. Carter stepping out, always looking for distance: she wants the jab, the buggywhip right hand, then straight right shot—relying on left hooks and uppercuts to deal with Hudgens in close. During the break—Sarah very attentive as trainer calmly tells her: “This girl hooks off either foot, Sarah—she’s real tidy with it, okay—she can nick you with it from 6 inches away so you need to be all the way out—all right? Sarah, you touch her and then get out.”

R3: More quick-fisted two-way: lovely blonde/brunette action between two beautiful, well-schooled vixens, First two minutes hotly contested—with Vanessa paying the price to get inside, then outfighting Sarah when girls get shoulder to shoulder. ‘Nessa’s bread and butter definitely the left hand—very short n’ sneaky with it as she shrugs or twitches off the hooks in tight, or features that tasty jab off the hip. Final minute—Carter no loner able to disengage: she’s flat footed; left across her tummy, right up at her cheek, just rolling and parrying shots as Vanessa works her over. Good times for Hudgens—she’s mauling Sarah with brisk lefts and rights chopped in short to head and shoulders; chipping at Sarah’s face the jab; turning Sarah and backing her up. Bell: A frazzled Carter turns away with a frown; Grinning ‘Nessa gets a two-handed tugging grip on that long blonde ponytail, REEFS Sarah’s head back and drags the off-balance blonde to her backside! Crowd roaring; Vanessa prancing; ref screeching; Sarah seething as Hudgens proves feisty.

R4: Vanessa outworked Sarah last round; now she hurts her. Right hand chops in short to chin, followed by a brace of short, curling hooks to ribs and chin: Carter sputtering, backs away with arms crossed at her chest. Vanessa lunging in, stooping to reach a heavy jab to Sarah’s retreating gut: Carter grimacing as she totters backwards, hitting ropes in a fog. Vanessa bright-eyed—she’s hopping in sideways, spitting jabs, establishing position off Sarah’s right shoulder. Hudgens pushing her left shoulder inside Sarah’s right shoulder to  control her; brunette raking blonde with short right uppercuts, tidy left looks in withering combination. Carter battered—trying to cover her face in her hands: ‘Nessa immediately to the waist with cruel, chopping lefts and rights, buckling Carter’s knees. Hudgens showing strength, tpushing Sarah into ropes to stabilize her: brunette flowing a proper beating onto her lissome blonde, bell: Vanessa’s busy flurrying against Sarah’s tortured tummy and can’t be bothered to stop—ref yanks her away from behind as Carter’s sobbing in complaint: “Those were LATE, ref!”

R5: Carter regroups behind a nasty jab, punching ‘Ness on her left eye and slide-stepping backward. Hudgens attempting to follow—but Sarah lashing out pre-emptive buggywhips rights like a lion tamer—snapping at Hudgens while retreating, Carter lithe on her toes rotating away from the ropes, curling back to mid ring: leggy blonde’s leading curvy brunette a merry chase, Midway through, Vanessa clearly frustrated with the hunt, rushes in to engage chewing on Sarah’s constant jab en-route, ‘Nessa’s reward for charging inside? Right uppercut clipped clean to chin,, followed y a pair of sexy, short lef-hooks as Sarah’s transitioning weight to her back (right0 foot.  Hudgens out wobbly butt—stumbling about—hunched over: Sarah with a quick neck-clasp spins her girl around, releasing her woozy into ropes. Vanessa blinking, disoriented: she never sees Sarah’s crashing right cross to chin, Vanessa’s head kicks back over top rope, then snaps forward; body relaxes as she right hip slumps onto ropes. Hudgens out on her feet, tilting her right side onto ropes, hands at her chest as curvy legs hold her up: her face is relaxing into stupor. Sarah smiling hard as she jams cruel criss-cross straight lefts and rights into ‘Nessa’s left ear—tight blonde backside humming atop wide spread taut legs. Crowd on its feet, roaring at blonde vigour: Sarah slides =to her right, puts her right hand on top rope for balance, keeps swinging the left onto Vanessa’s left cheek from behind stricken brunette, Sarah systematically punching Hudgens to sleep, spilling her to mat; Ref bundles Sarah away as Vanessa sprawls on her stomach. KO5 in bloodcurdling fashion Sarah Carter.

After” Carter just beaming—BEAMING!: she’s refreshed by one of the most brutal stoppages in flyweight history. Hudgens dead-even with Sarah on cards leading into the fifth: little brunette with nasty technique from the closed stance, just got a little too reckless in pursuit, and Sarah capitalized. Tractorpull scribe not buying hat Sarah’s selling in post-fight—he boldly goes right to the neck clasp, knees and punching-while-holding-the ropes, demanding answers from the triumphant blonde. “I’m sorry for the knees,” Sarah says, clasping her hands in convincing fashion. “No, that did get away from me. I’ve been using the  technique a lot in my apartment matches—I’m very slender and it’s a good way for me to wear down stockier opponents who are trying to crowd-and-pound me, I guess I just slipped into instinct and started pumping knees into her! Still—I mean—she was very rough too—lots of elbows behind her hooks, lots of shoulder—and where the  hell was the ref when she tugged my ponytail? Huh—where? I guess as long as she’s fouling Sarah, Its OK, right? Anything goes as long as Carter’s catching hurt. Whatever—it was a rough match on both sides, and  the tougher, hotter, better woman won: end of story!”

Reposted by Archer 10.29/09.