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25 Dec 2007 Sarah Carter vs Beverly Mitchell

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Posted by simguy on 12/25/2007, 9:31 am.

BEFORE: Bitter-Bev stepping up her attacks in the press, and in prefight, embroiling the usually frosty Sarah C in many chest-to-chest shoving matches. "Foxfire girls are all spoiled brats," Beverly insists at the podium, usually gentle blonde clearly riled up, "none moreso than Carter. They're just a bunch of overhyped, overpromoted little tramps! Sarah acts like you should shrivel up and cower when she glares at you: honey, at the WB - it takes more than a frown to get respect. I haven't seen anything out of Sarah to justify her standing - I will put this girl to the test, and I will flunk her!" Carter icy at the podium, lays out her position in the simplest possible terms. "Mitchell's talked her way into this fight," Sarah says, "she NEVER earned it with her fists. I'm a special fighter, Beverly isn't. I can't say it any plainer than that. She's a C+ slut in way, way over her head." Sarah in gold bikini; long low ponytail with bangs framing face; small black gloves; black shoes. Bev in purple/mauve horizontally barred bikini; small black gloves; frisky ponytail; white shoes and socks.

During R1: Sarah steely-eyed, circling to her right, penetrating at will on stationary Bev. Sarah with right at her chin - she's pouncing in with spring-loaded lead rights off the shoulder, then quick-pushing Bev with both hands to prevent the answer. Mitchell getting poked hard between the eyes, staggered by the odd single shot blast: Carter really dialing in spicy early. Sarah dragging her hook across Beverly's breasts while steppin' right; jabbing to Beverly's body, then hooking her up top while pivoting left. Sarah easing back from Beverly, walking her in, turning her - Carter managing distance beautifully. Foxfire blonde making a brassy statement - "I'm classier" - in a punishing shutout first.

R2: Sarah continues to circle outside, penetrate from angles, working off abrupt lead right hands. Mitchell taking a pasting, but keeping herself together, slowly getting a read on Sarah's speed/fluid moves. Bev able to time Sarah in spots - hooking the Foxfire beauty's ribs, or exchanging right hands - Mitchell making a conscious effort to punch-with. Sarah still dominant, but getting bumped and disrupted more - Mitchell able to start coming forward at least, occasionally putting her forehead on Sarah's and swapping hot underneath.

R3: Bev in a tight V guard - elbows together at her tummy, hands on either side of her face: Carter whacks the waistline either side of Bev's elbows. Mitchell absorbs, then hooks Sarah's chin, catching Carter a clean counter and startling the ice-queen. Sarah covers up earmuff to stabilize: Beverly leans in, thumps the waistline a robust series of rights and lefts. CArter grimacing, stepping to her right, spitting jabs: Bev weaving her head side to side, hops in hooking, catching Carter on her mouth. Sarah driven to ropes, dukes at temples - she's HURT! Bev stepping, crouching, eyes wide: glorious opportunity to work Sarah Carter over at the ropes and Mitchell's indulging. Brawny shove n' slug - Sarah moping butt-in-ropes, teeth bared in grimace: Mitchell grunting as she POUNDS the breadbasket rich rights and lefts, then shoves Sarah in her shoulders to reset. Carter keeping her guard together, she's dug in, staying in the pocket: Beverly able to stay on top, club away in methodical fashion to all things Sarah. Bell, Carter's arms and torso throbbing, eyes shiny as she glares how-could-you eyes at Bev. Mitchell barks laughter, revelling in Carter's achy-bodied distress. MITCHELL DOES CONGA-LINE BACK TO HER CORNER! Crowd roaring as Bev happy-dances it up: Carter livid, glaring off her stool.

R4: Sarah back on offense - legs owning center ring. Bev turning in a tight V guard, peering out at Sarah, but unable to find her this round. Carter circling to her right, penetrating with spiteful lead rights to Bev's forehead, then quick-pushing both hands at Bev's face and guard to foil the receipt. Ref barking warnings, but Carter unrepentant: she's staying with the push tactic. Sarah hooking Beverly's breasts off the step-right - Mitchell grimacing at the touch. Sarah hot-jabbing the tummy PAK! with a quick in-and-out stitch - Beverly has no answer. Disheartening stuff: Bev shutout, touched up in the fourth.

R5: Bev wading forward - it's expensive as Sarah potshots and melts away - but Mitchell able to line Carter up in spots, clubbing away at Sarah's nubile shoulders. Carter wheel-pivoting around her left foot now - staying in range more often - dipping her left shoulder and ripping left uppercuts to Bev's body: Carter making a conscientious effort to break Mitchell down now. Girls occasionally bumping heads and shoulders - Sarah willing to stand-in, dip and whack buggy-whips to Beverly's body in exchange for Mitchell's blunt clubbings to body. Outside, sudden, jolting lead rights still surprising Bev, scoring on her: Mitchell lumping up as Sarah's accurate hands starts to tell. During break, Foxfire corner tells Sarah to box: "She can't touch you outside," Sarah snapping: "I don't care if she touches me."

R6: Sarah feints Bev into paralysis, dips the left shoulder, tucks a tidy left uppercut so succulent to Mitchell's solar plexus that Mitchell almost takes a slow knee. Bev groaning, moves her guard from earmuff to V formation: Sarah licks a right/left/right/left to waist in celebration - arms limber, small mitts gouging at tummy meat. Carter leaning in close as she's pivoting round Bev's right flank, whispering: "D'ja like that, baby? C'mon tuff girl - what'cha got left? Where's the fight Bev?" In and out, graceful pivots, lanky bodylicks - Sarah heartlessly breaking Beverly down, wicking away her strength. Mitchell groaning in pain, turning to face-up, movements growing rickety: Sarah's really putting her foot on Bev's throat in the sixth. Carter adding insult to injury with little pinging straight rights to Bev's forehead as Carter's slidestepping back or around.

R7: Mitchell showing V midring, trying to crunch-up her torso, but Sarah's still finding waistline with her licking right/lefts. Carter's eyes dancing - punches so crisp, sudden - footwork so confident - she's scoring on Bev then effortlessly pivoting, looking for fresh angles. It's all scoring now: lead right hands between Bev's eyes; strapping body shots either side of the V tip of Bev's elbows; tummy jabs. Late the round, Sarah blisters Bev's waist right/left, then hangs around on the left (front) foot to score the left uppercut to face. Bev stunned, staggers slightly, then finally droops to one knee, tears welling. At the bell, Bev relaxes against ropes, hands down: Sarah turns abruptly, drawing her damp ponytail across Mitchell's bruised features like a cool breeze. Bev crestfallen, speechless as Carter struts away smirking.

R8: Relentless, slashing attacks - Sarah curving in on Beverly and taking her apart. Mitchell bravely facing into harrowing abuse - Carter's stitching, slashing punches so crisp and accurate - hard to watch as Mitchell breaks down. Midway through, Sarah triggers a lead right, punching Bev's head back from her gloves; Carter doubles the right hand, then TRIPLES it - spilling Mitchell to ropes. Crowd roaring - Sarah's body so elegantly poised to deliver the triple - her feet, buns, back and torso all exquisitely harmonized to deliver the tricky combination. Bev ashambles - eyes bleak, glassy: Sarah stepping-with at ropes, strafing rights and lefts across Mitchell's front, pasting her from range. Bev goes limp, slides into the Foxfire corner - Sarah's closing in when ref cradles poor Mitchell to blubbering safety. TKO8 Sarah Carter.

After: Beverly weeping in the Foxfire corner, beaten to exhaustion by her elegant foe: Sarah standing in the vicinity, glaring at her battered victim. "Got something to say?" Sarah chirps, eyes hard. "Where's your big mouth now? Huh, tramp? Punk. Here Ref, I'll take this!" Sarah tugs her mitts off, secures woozy Beverly, pushing her back into ropes. Carter hollering down to Dani "C'mon!" Harris enters ring as beckoned. "Take her: she owes you," Sarah says. Dani tentatively collects Beverly about the waist - brightening as Beverly's composure breaks: Mitchell blubbering at the touch of Harris taking possession of body. Walk of shame for Beverly Mitchell - Dani growing more confident with each step. Carter hanging back, arms crossed, smug smile in place as she watches the procession.

Hayden joins Sarah in the Foxfire corner, watching with pursed-lip disapproval - her brawny arms also crossed. "Nice, Sarah," Panettiere intones. "You won - we don't need this. Danielle doesn't need this."
Sarah doesn't even deign to look at her stablemate, saying: "Shut up, Hayden," in a bored, dismissive voice.