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21 May 2010 Sarah Carter vs Leighton Meester III

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BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on 5/21/2010, 9:08 am.

BEFORE: Heavy security presence at all pre-fight functions: Carter and Meester never allowed to get within arms-reach of each other. "Sarah reminds me of Brittany Snow - 'member her?" Leighton grins in prefight. "Rookie of the year - hot new thing...Brit set her sights on me as a way of building herself up, but look what happened: I ate her up! She got into it with me, and three fights later, her career as an elite flyweight was in tatters. It's because I'm growing as a fighter every time out - I'm just out-developing these girls...and Sarah's next. I'm already gobbling her up, and when I'm done, she can go join the same box-car circuit that Brittany's on!" Carter under unprecedented attack - Chabert striping her in the press - other fighters mocking her: Sarah lashes out predictably in prefight. "The whole Foxfire organization bears the responsibility for my defeat at the hands of Leighton Meester," Sarah glares at podium. "From Beth on down...Harnois' scouting was useless; Peeples didn't understand Meester's body type and put in the wrong fight plan; I was constantly distracted by Hayden's crap when she should have been focussed on getting me ready; Garner's drama; Winstead's whining and hogging precious resources - you name it. I think all those issues have been addressed - I'M in command this time - and Leighton is going to get corrected. There's no way this brassy little slut beats me best of 3. No way." Sarah in gold bikini; small black mitts; long low ponytail with bangs bracketing face. Leighton in black beach-candid bikini; small black gloves; auburn curls loose and bouncy.

During R1,2: Gliding Sarah banks a couple of breezy heats. Carter flick-flicking the jab - peppering Leighton while sidestepping her: Sarah's legs sinewy, in control. Carter pivoting left around her hooks - leaning well back on her hips en route...Leighton's counters late, short. Meester eyes narrowed, dukes up: she's blocking or ducking most of Sarah's ordinance...but blonde girl dictating terms, keeping brunette from getting off in wide-ranging, tactical minutes.

R3: Leighton bobbing on the spot, timing Sarah for sudden hooks, catching her chin a torrid left one minute in. Sarah sputtering, legs folding up and stamping: Carter forms shaky earmuff as Leighton pours over to offence. Tic-tac-toe left/rights bounce off Sarah's lissome chassis - Leighton in close, hustling mitts on meat. Carter wilting to ropes, giving up extra hooks in behind right elbow as Leighton steps-with. Good lathering pursuit along aprons - Leighton shadowing Sarah, punishing her body brisk, snatching hooks: brunette very conscious of Carter's legs and the need to sap them of energy. Bell: snarling Leighton drifts Sarah cheap and late via right cross; ref jumps in, separates screeching wildcats as Carter takes exception.

R4: Instant payback: Sarah pouncing in via slinging lead right...Leighton poked on her chin, rocked back on her heels at the open. Sarah creep-steps right, reloads right hand at her chest, drills Leighton another right to mouth: blonde girl slides back out of range, gliding to her right to turn Leighton's left flank. Meester turning, adjusting: Sarah changes directions, clawing hooks across Meester's middle or jugs while sidestepping-left. Blonde lateral movement combined with sinewy punching licks so smooth - Leighton's a confused spectator as Sarah plays lick-and-run.

R5: Sarah's legs in control: she's got distance, tempo she wants, turning Leighton in either direction. Carter slowing the tempo, just steppin' now, pivoting while dousing Leighton in flicking jabs - often 4 or 5 in quick succession. With Leighton crouching forward behind her gloves, tensing to spring: Sarah comes off the jab with buggy-whip right hands, landing palm-down in Leighton's leftside lats - or fish-hook left uppercuts scooping tart at Leighton's tummy. Meester turning, turning: she's constantly pre-empted, and when she wants to answer...Sarah's not there. Shimmy in Leighton's legs late from sheer accumulation: Sarah snatching, licking, buggywhipping and peppering her foe at will through 5. Bell: Leighton visibly distressed, straightening up out of crouch with a discouraged little frown...SHE TAKES THE PONYLASH! Sarah whirling on the spot, draws that infamous breath-of-blonde across Leighton's touched up eyes, leaving Meester open-mouthed in wonder.

R6: Leighton initiates - pawing her jab to disrupt Sarah's timing; swinging in a thick right palm-down to pit of Sarah's tummy; hooking Sarah to chops as blonde's backpedaling. Carter slugged off-stance: she's forced to engage more often in scrappy toe-to-toe - getting out punched by Leighton's compact hooks and jolting short crosses. Sarah disengaging, using the ring: Leighton hunting her down efficiently, cutting off the ring, then driving in strong to chase blonde ropeside. Spirited stuff - much more sustained punching from both girls as they lean forward and lap it up underneath. Carter outworked: Leighton with a decisive little nod of satisfaction at the bell.

R7: Sarah all leggy and lean again - loping the ring, feinting Leighton, turning her flanks: blonde girl re-establishing ring-command with those limber legs. Meester hemmed in, encircled mid-ring: she's in sturdy peek-a-boo, bobbing at the waist - relatively safe, but rarely able to answer Sarah's darting incursions. Not much punching from Carter - but plenty of furious scowling; sexy step-outs and walk-arounds...all spiced up by the odd wicked buggywhip right or deft jab-series to keep Leighton under wraps.

R8: Control re-established, Sarah slows her footwork - just steppin' around Leighton, dousing her with the flicking jab, then sprucing her up buggywhip right hands or snatching left uppercuts. Sarah working clockwise on straight legs - tilting herself forward for weight on left leg when she's getting off. Meester grouchy from the routine PAK! of Sarah's palm-down right landing thick in left-side lat. Meester grimacing behind her mitts at the succulent CHUP! of Sarah's left fist exploring gut, or batting outside Leighton's right elbow. Down the stretch, limber hook/springy straight right combo sets up a jagged left uppercut off Sarah's left plant-leg: Meester chipped to chin between her mitts, nearly sits down as blonde unhinges brunette knees pretty.

R9: Sarah circling, being mean: it's all about jabbing Leighton's face; dropping right hands up the middle to punch Leighton's head back. Meester turning, taking...she finding Sarah with the odd hook, turning Carter's chin aside, but lissome blonde rolling with the punches, taking the sting out of 'em. Bell to bell - Sarah stays on Leighton's face, lumping it up nicely. Prim little smile on cruel blonde lips at the bell as Sarah takes in the swelling.

R10: Leighton refusing to give - little battler pressurizing a Sarah Carter who obviously feels she has this thing won. Scampering first minute sees Meester finally work Sarah to ropes: digging hooks to flat tummy have Carter gurgling; succulent left uppercuts brush Sarah back, knock her knees together as crowd roars with delight. Leighton snarling, going at Sarah's hated ribcage with wide, banging right/lefts, then shoving Carter ropeside to stroke her extra hooks. Sarah showing face-in-gloves - slender blonde giving away her flanks as curvy brunette beats her: Meester baring teeth, pulling out all the stops to win this thing late! Down the stretch, Carter sniveling, pulling Leighton into sinuous clinches: brunette bogging down in blonde embraces, can't get much work done over the final moments. Bell: Leighton furious with the holding, stuffing short right hands into Sarah's tummy as blonde's wrapping arms around brunette head-and-shoulders...ref reefs 'em apart as screaming match takes up where fight leaves off. UD10 wide, Sarah Carter.

After: Reminiscent in style of the first fight, though Meester much more competitive and finishing much stronger than she did the first time around. Fighters bickering, screeching at each other: rival clans separate their respective mean girls to restore order. "Everything's back in its place," Sarah announces in postfight. "Meester's exposed as the hopeless little tramp she's always been, and I'm back on top of the foodchain where I belong. I toyed with Leighton tonight - just to show her nothing has changed since our first fight. All this 'growth' she talks about is garbage - she hasn't closed the gap on me by an inch. I took Leighton apart and toyed with the pieces tonight: same old story! Maybe Lacey can say something cheap and stupid about Meester now