UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Part 1

Posted by Simguy on 1/20/2007, 7:59 am.

Before: “It’s critically important that I take the belts from Hilarie,” Sarah Carter acknowledges in prefight. “Not to prove that I’m better than her—that goes without saying—but the belts trump politics in the FCBA and I need the clout. I’m the best technical boxer since Kelly Hu in her prime, and like Kelly, I’m shamefully avoided by the Powers That Be. It’s hard to duck the champion, so that’s my only goal in this fight: batter Hilarie; takes the belts; rule with an iron fist thereafter.”

Burton making a who-is-this-chick? Faces—she’s champing at the bit to respond, “First off, who says ‘thereafter’?” Pause for laughter—Burton easily swinging the crowd to her side with a single quip. “Secondly—I saw Kelly Hu in her prime, and sister, you’re no Kelly Hu. Thirdly, in case you haven’t noticed—I’m FIGHTING you, not ducking you. I don’t know how to put this exactly, but you aren’t the scary proposition you seem to think you are. All I see is a ponytail and a pipecleaner body with a pork-fat record. Get ready to see an ‘L’ beside your name—I don’t like your attitude, and I think you need a beating.”

Burton in black lace push up,  boy cut leopard print trunks, small “Cat Paw” brand black gloves. Sarah in long, low ponytail, maroon bikini top that goes: maroon, thin white horizontal bar, maroon again; maroon boy cut trunks (drawstring) with the same pattern curving around the hip; small black “Cat paw” gloves. Sarah scowling, intense during instructions; Hilarie pursing her lips, unimpressed.

During R1: Hilarie lancing into Sarah wiuth long, rangy jabs, hard right hands, heavy hooks out of a wide stance—Carter rocked back by the early fusillade of power. Burton hopping forward bright eyed—she eyes Carter’s knees buckle, gets in on slender blonde ribcage with a batting array of rights and lefts underneath. Carter wincing-hurt, but showing backbone—she firms at the ropes, clubs away side to side with elbows-in tight delivery—forcing Burton to back off. Hilarie circling to midring, enticing Carter forward: Hils dukes up, very rigid guard—she’s countering immediately off the block as Sarah tries hard to get the points back. Carter repeatedly rebuked—Hilarie very economical, very effective blocking, then dropping either fist onto Sarah’s face with little hammer-chops. Bell: Carter frowning, face bright pink and looking tender—Hilarie upbeat, grinning en route to corner.

R2: Similar stuff—Hilarie elongating her stance when she wants to throw a hard, long tight hand behind the jab—then shortening up the stance, bringing her hands up into rigid guard and looking to counter off the block. Sarah bewildered—getting her face punched—and when she looks to answer, Burton’s disciplined defences are getting the better of it. Carter falling behind early this round, forced to open up and Burton’s taking advantage as Sarah attempts to drill away up the middle. More points for Hilarie—Carters cheekbones shiny with hurt, lower lips looking a little puffy at Burton’s constant taping touch.

R3: Chippy, Sarah fighting hard near the ropes, throws a left forearm/elbow into Hilarie’s bra in tight: Burton immediately back with a bony shoulder-butt in the mouth. Ref barking warnings as tempers flare, eyes glare—girls starting to get very rough and edgy whenever they fall in together. Sarah tugs the front of Hilarie’s waistband with the left hand, scoring a cheap right clout onna chops: Burton answering in kind, spinning Carter with a grip on Carter’s trunks, pushing her awkwardly to ropes. Sarah initiating the roughplay, but Hilarie emphatically getting the better of it—Carter getting progressively lumped up, even bullied at times as Hilarie won’t have any of it. Bell; Discouraged carter turning away—contemptuous Hilarie flips Sarah’s long ponytail up and around her face from behind. Fight delayed as enraged Carter is bodied back by the ref while Burton happily taunts,’

Syren displeased during break, telling her young fighter: “Stop antagonizing her—we’re pitching shut-out here, don’t get distracted now.”

R4: Burton much more serious, more effective—she’s able to hurt Sarah with one of those rangy right hands. Carter repeatedly driven backwards by heavy, slinging lefts and rights—Sarah trying to fade out of range, but long-limbed champion overhauling the retreat and landing large. Crowd oohing and aahing as Carter fields cracking, small-glove wallop off her face—knees knock, feet step shabby—but Sarah grimly keeping her balance, staying organized on defence, refusing to let Hilarie rout her, Burton stalking, eyes narrowing: she KNOWS she’s getting to Sarah, but Hilarie’s wary of wiry blonde’s stubborn refusal to punk. Hilarie patient, incrementally taking canvas and imposing her will rather than going all-in.

R5: hard fought round—Sarah stooping to reach around the belly jab in under Hilarie’s defences, then pivoting sinewy to the left: Burton left scowling, unable to counter the blows. As Carter gets touches and starts to find angles—she’s threading her own right hand in up the middle, finally punching Hilarie’s face, knocking the head back with a jostling of blonde girls. Burton baring her teeth, turning, hammer-dropping her fists back down in reprisal: Carter bending at the waist, slipping the blows, pivoting away from them. Sarah’s fists finally dictating—small mitts bouncing off tummy, shoulders, pate with a brisk OIK! PAK! PEK! Hilarie finally outpointed as Sarah’s on board.

Carter/Burtib title bout conc.

Posted by Simguy on 1/20/2007, 8:02 am.

R6: Brilliant shutout follow up for Carter as her rally gains momentum. Burton scowling, weight on right leg—she’s tentative, releasing late, getting outflanked by Sarah’s sharp pivots and sinuous head movement. Sarah establishing distance with the tummy jab, sticking it in there tasty—occasionally doubling up jab to face just to keep Burton back. Carter slicing in off her jab with slinging, slender-limbed right/lefts licking at the waistline: Burton grunting, tightening up behind her mitts. Sarah’s lateral movement exquisite, and she has the knack of inching back to adjust distance, dictating position to Hilarie, Down the stretch, Sarah’s able to rifle a hard right cross in between Hilly’s raised mitts—then pour home a series of crisscross lefts and rights as Burton reels back on her heels. Blood from Hilarie’s nose at the bell—she’s hurt for the first time in the fight, shaking her pretty head at the ropes. Sarah wheeling away with an exaggerated tossing of her head: PONYLASHING! Carter drawing her damp ponytail across Hilarie’s face in an unforgivable display of contempt—Burton lunging, gathered up by the ref as once again the fight is delayed.

R7: Hot boxing—Sarah with  momentum, musing her legs to establish position, slashing in off angles and patiently getting back every one of Hilarie’s face-punches from the first four rounds. Burton glaring, trying to lope back out of range, ping the long jab and send Sarah home with the right hand—but carter a little too nimble, constantly pre-empting the lan. Starting to take on a brutal edge—those small, hard mitts landing with bright, cracking impact on ribs, taut tummies, hard skulls—both girls absorbing consistent punishment in stop-and-go action. Carter sharper and better—beating Hilarie to punches—more and more Burton’s covering up behind her gloves, sponging hits as Sarah’s puttin’em together tidy.

R8: Both women cruel face-jabbers, penetrating one another’s defences and punching back blonde skull with stiff poke. They range up and down each other’s lithe torsos, lashing right hands to ribs and gouging hooks. Sarah guts Hilarie with a venomous left uppercut fitted perfectly to sternum, lifting Burton up on her toes with a blurt of pain. Burton torques Sarah’s head hard to starboard as Hilly leans into the right cross, shaking Carter’s backside, Back and forth—girls rarely falling in moth on shoulder—both like to extend on punches and get sinewy with the work. Once again it’s Carter: she’s gnawing at Hilarie, scuffing her up, forcing her backwards or getting her to cover up. round finishes with Sarah going at Hilarie’s tight breadbasket tidy lefts and rights PIK! PAK! PEK!—Burton just covering up dukes at temples, grunting into the pain, Bell: Sarah clips a hook so tight he actually connects with left elbow against Hilarie’s ear—drawing a howl of protest from Tank Enterprises corner.

R9: SARAH HURTS HILARIE! Gambling right hand up the middle bashes Hilly’s face back—she hits ropes in disarray as Sarah pours in. Pair of clubbing, sidearm rights swat at Hilly’s left cheek; jerky left uppercut parts Hilarie’s mitts; Carter shifts weight to right foot, leaning to that side to carve a hook across Hilly’s chops. Carter leans onto left foot to get another sidearm right clapping hard across jaw. HILARIE WON’T HAVE IT! Champ knows she’s being closed out she lowers her head, digs pumping lefts and rights to Sarah’s wiry torso, beating the smaller blonde backward. Carter leaping out of range, stepping right, then slashing in again—ponytail tossing as she steps, bends at the waist, darts in and out. Burton baring her teeth—ears ringing—but composure holds: she bravely holds off  Carter’s assault, even as Sarah had held up under Hilarie’s pressure earlier. Fury abates by the third minute—girls settle into a more probing, step-and-poke type rhythm midring. Carter’s round—she pumps her fist, hissing “Yes!” as she stalks back to her corner: Sarah carter’s just taken the lead for the first time tonight.

R10: Look at their faces: busted up eyebrows, swollen eyes; lips puffy, cheeks shiny with hurt—blondes have torn at each other all night, boith knowing that’s coming down to the last 3 minyes.

Hilarie engages out of the elongated stance, driving in with the stiff jab, looking to sling the right hand hard up the middle.

Sarah parries, fades back, looking to draw Hilarie ff balance, then claw her a right hand to the face.

Both girls lean back onto right foot when threatened, swivel/bending their torsos to the right and down, coming out of crouch with hard right uppercuts.

It’s nip/tuck battling at its most exquisite—both lanky vixens bringing out something special in the opponent, but at the midway point: Hilarie breaks through.

Burton rotating to he right, backhanding out the left jab in flicking doubles—she suddenly shifts weight, leans in, drives a gorgeous right hand to the point of Sarah’s chin. HEAD SWIVEL CARTER: blonde ponytail sailing as head tosses hard-right—ballet-strong legs hold their canvas, but Sarah’s hurt, unable to answer back. Burton’s weight on left foot—she leans forward, licking her hook low and cruel to Sarah’s right hip, then tucking it in behind the right elbow with a meaty CHUP! Palm-shove in Sarah’s slender shoulders gets her baby-stepping backward: Hilarie striding forward, hops in close, carries her right snug to the pit of Carter’s flat tummy, driving the challenger’s butt to ropes.

Beat down: champion to challenger, Hilarie mouthbreathing, on the verge of exhaustion, but she lathers her long armed punches in, lavishing Sarah with bandy-armed, side to side shellack. Carter grimacing, keeping mitts t temples and bobbin sadly at the ropes—she’s giving up so much back and Hilarie’s taking it ruthlessly—small mitts bouncing hard off spinal ridges, or drumming that taut lumbar region/

Bell: Burton steps back seething, eyes hard; Carter straightening, arching her back with how-could-you-tears brimming—this one’s going to the cards.

Comes back UD10 draw—Hilarie Burton retains her title.

AFTER: “NO!” Sarah blurts, puffy eyes wide with shock: sudden verdict hits her like a kick in the stomach. Burton nearly collapsing in relief—heroic last-round stand saves the championship as Hilarie nearly coughed up a 4 round lead to her determined challenger tonight. Burton uncharacteristically catty waving at Sarah and mouthing  “b’bye”—Sarah restrained by ref as tears of rage start to flow. “She was tougher than I expected,” Hilarie grudgingly admits, “but her attitude sucks and she’s not as good as she thinks she is. People remember how they’re treated, you know? Sarah damn well better learn that and act accordingly if she ever wants another title shot.” Carter wiping at angry tears during her interview: “I refuse to acknowledge Hilarie as champion,” Sarah seethes, “I demand a rematch—the people demand a rematch, and if Hilarie’s for real, she’ll step up accordingly, This is NOT over, Hilarie Burton—not until you lie beaten at my feet!”

Reposted by Archer 4/8/09.