Posted by Simguy on 8/25/2007, 9:40 am.

Before: “She’s slick and supple as an otter,” Hilarie admits in prefight, “but sooner or later, I’m gonna get me a pelt! I would love, love, LOVE to give Sarah a beating of the year. That’s my goal every minute of every round—to make her miserable with punishment.” Carter unflinching, demure at the podium, “Hilarie wants all kinds of things she can never have,” Sarah says. “Respect of her peers. A man I couldn’t steal, A hot body. What can I say? She’s just going to have to lower her expectations of herself. Everyone else has.” Carter cutting a glance at Hilly with just the hint of a smile as she slips from the dais, leaving Burton sputtering with rage. Sarah in white bikini, ring connections, long low ponytail with bangs framing face. Burton in feisty blonde curls, black push up, leopard print bottoms. Both lasses electing small, cruel work out gloves—black for Hilarie, white for Sarah.

During R1: Circumspect, tactical action. Carter feinting—weight on right foot—she’s getting Hilly to flinch, then darting in a left jab to tummy “PAK!” before scooting to either side. Burton frowning, getting used to Carter’s oily speed—Hilarie sees Sarah trying to nip at body, Burton looking to intercept Carter poking lefts in rights on the approaches. Sarah’s legs, supple torso movements, clever feints keeping her largely safe—her fists dot at Hilarie’s torso for points in the first.

R2: Sarah continues to vex. Hilarie hanging back, staying tall—but usually sound tactic betraying her against nimble, darting opponent. Carter feinting, then stooping to jab Burton’s tummy, then slipping away—Hilarie scowling as she’s late on receipts, or fooled by the feint. Burton not shut out, but her connects are afterthoughts---scuffing, brushing affairs: Sarah’s the one really sticking her punches,  Rangy second goes to Sarah: certain swishy swagger to her step as she steps to her corner, head bowed, lips smiling demure as if to say: “Look how pretty I am jabbing Hilarie’s tummy.”

R3: Sarah feints, jabs that belly button, pivots lefts and HOOKS THE TASTE OUT OG HILARIE’S MOUTH! Gorgeous, Floyd Maywhether-like swiping hook stuns Hilarie—hands’re down, eyes again—darting away all ponytails and legs. Hilarie regroups—dukes up rigid to temples, grimacing as she inches forward: Sarah’s speed has taller girl wary. Carter happy to keep her distance, circle, mount slashing attacks from outside: she’s nicking and diming Hilarie very effectively through 3.

R4: Sarah too quick and classy—taking what she wants from a nervous Hilly B. Burton dukes up, turning, flinching—she’s really buying into Sarah’s feints now after getting rocked in the third. Sarah stepping ro the right—suddenly reaching in the tummy jab, then swiveling away. Feints setting up the odd hook to head as Sarah’s pivoting  eft. Gorgeous exhibition of sleek skill—Sarah untouched as she continues to nibble and vex her bigger foe.

R5: Sarah jabbing to the body, circling, jabbing to the body: THERE”S THAT HOOK! Sarah snarling as she whips mitt to face, hurting Burton, wobbling Hilarie’s backside. Burton staggering on the spot, mouth open, but she takes it well, answers back a jagged right uppercut bas Sarah’s trying to add another right hand. Girls trade short, clouting hooks inside—elbows down as punches swat across: Carter gets the worst of it. Hilarie forward—head in close to Sarah’s—taller girl shortening up stroke looks very Cat Bell like as she works inside. Rigid, digging lefts and rights take Sarah in her pale ribcage, backing her up. left uppercut jerks Carter’s head around; short right hand catches her mouth; digging left pumps into Sarah’s waist—Hilarie scoring down there, then immediately bringing mitt into cheek so she can push her forearms into Carter. Bully’s work sees Carter shut down—shorter girl actually being outbanged on the inside as taller girl gets compact, uses her strength. CARTER TAKES A KNEE! Suddenly Sarah steps back, turns away and goes down panting, visibly shaken for the first time. She takes an orderly 8 count, but Burton’s right back on top—scouring even more furiously than before. Hilarie keeping elbows in—getting lanky leverage as she dips and rips her shots—jamming away to the body, clipping away short uppercuts, scoring bony elbows and shoulders in the bargain. SARAH GOES DOWN! Carter looking all banged up, getting pushed and pummeled around—she steps away and goes to one knee, trembling with hurt. Burton exulting fiercely at the sight, bangs her way back into this fight.

R6: Sarah leans in, cracks Hilarie her hardest right cross: Burton’s face punched hard to starboard, hands stacked right atop left at her stomach, elbows out to either side. Burton hurt, but stumbling sideways and covering up—she rides it out, covering up earmuff to receive Sarah’s lathering finishing flurry, Middle minute a brutal affair as Carter slashes licking hooks and supple right uppercuts—punching with authority from either foot as ponytail sweeps tic-toc across her backbone. Hilarie taking a terrible pasting, but crowding in close behind her raised guard, dipping either shoulder and plugging tuff mitts to Sarah’s tummy. Carter forced to give ground breathless—eyes starting  to shine-up as Burton hurts her. Final minute—girls heads in close, trading short, clouting leather: Burton chops a right to Sarah’s mouth then gouges her left hook to Carter’s sternum. SARAH TAKES A KNEE! Carter stepping back, face crimped in agony—she goes to her left knee, shuddering with tears as Hilarie’s body shot takes a wild sixth.

R7: Hilarie on Sarah: relentless pursuit, Carter’s legs no longer springy—Hilly able to range-in with that elastic, heavy jab. Good bruising stuff—Hilarie SO Cat Bell-like here—long arms in close to the body, hands up—just dippin’ and diggin’ at Sarah,, bumping her plenty of head, shoulder and elbow for good measure. Smaller vixen brawling out of necessity—licking and swiping prettily back at her foe—but Carter can’t match Hilarie; size and strength tummy to tummy like this.

R8: Burton’s found the recipe, sticks with it, Carter drawn into one grisly, grinding exchange after another—girls upright, heads in close, digging punches at close quarters, Carter reaching around Hilarie’s waist to clinch: Burton pounding her forearms down across Sarah’s back to draw warnings, or pushing her elbows down into the clinch to simply muscle her way clear. Sarah steadily banged up: face groggy, swelling badly; eyes unfocused. When Hilarie gets juice on body shots, Sarah’s crumpling, reaching immediately to clinch. Bell: Carter wipes at tears as she’s turning away—knows the fight is slipping though her fingers. Burton beaming—she’s scuffed too, but clearly getting the better of the rugged fare.

R9: Burton in close, jostling Sarah with the chicken-winger left elbow Hilly dips and hooks Carter off the bump, taking Sarah cruelly in her sternum, Sarah crumples, ashen faced, lips open.. Hilarie with the left elbow propping, hooks Sarah in her body again, then picks her up a rigid left uppercut, Carter stumbles backward, eyes glassy, hands down: Hilarie’s eyes wide as saucers, dives in, PLOWING that rangy, elastic right cross to chin. Head swivel, Sarah—ponytail tossing sadly as she absorbs Hilly’s best: DOWN GOES~CARTER! Sarah dropped heavily to her back—knees up, arms out to the side, chest heaving, She tries at 8 to roll to her right side, but it’s too late, KO9 Hilarie Burton,

After: Hilarie big and strong on Sarah—Burton doing it the old fashioned way on a very classy vixen tonight, Hilarie really asking in her “gamine-killer” rep. “She forgot one thing,” a giddy Burton crows in postfight, “I’m not just ‘tuff’—I’m TE Tuff! She cracked me her biggest shot and I just gobbled’em up and threw’em right back ion her face, I beat Sarah down tonight--you know? That’s so sweet to do, because she was having the bet of it and I took everything away from her. Nobody deserves to have her butt kicked as bad as Sarah—I’m just thrilled I was able to do it.” Carter livid, storming barefoot all angry-butt from the ring without an in-ring comment as she wipes at furious tears. Hopefully someone will get a quote or two from her because it DOES look like she;s got something to say.

Reposed by Archer 10/26/09.