UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by Simguy on 7/28/2007, 8:54 am.

Before: Twin blonde spitfires well familiar with each other: they spent a year hounding Kristin Kreuk almost to extinction in apartments from coast to coast. Fight expected be the first of many title bouts between the two in careers that are just beginning. “I want to make sure of Sarah before I move on to bigger names at 110,” says a business-like Bell in prefight. “I’m going to sort her out—I know her weaknesses and I plan to take advantage of every one them. Say, Sarah: did you actually get paid for ‘DOA’? I’m just not sure how that works—if they pay you for a movie that doesn’t actually play in theatres.” Bell batting her eyelashes like twins Spandau machine guns.

“Yeah, they pay you,” Sarah deadpans, brushing golden hair behind one ear. “Like they pay you for a clopped series. What’s that like—having a show that people don’t care about enough to watch? You know, when you’re the star of the show, and the whole show is about you, and people don’t care? I’m curious,” Bell’s smile holds, but’s it brittle parody of the cocky grin she started out with. Carter making flinty eye contact, scoring hits of her.

Kristen in black bra, leopard print bikini bottoms, small black workout gloves: messy ponytail with bangs framing face. Sarah in white bikini (ring connections) small white workout gloves; long blonde low ponytail with bangs framing face, Girls refuse to touch gloves during ring instructions: nobody’s smiling now.

During R1: Stiff-jabbing Sarah has Kris crouching behind her mitts: Carter scrapes a right cross off Krissy’s guard, comes back underneath with a  lanky, ripping hook to ribs just beneath the breastline—BELL’S HURT! Kristen crying out: Sarah RIPPING an extra left uppercut to the same rib-bone—same small glove PAKK! Sarah eases to right foot while skidding her left across the top of Krissy’s head, then rips her a lanky right uppercut to chin: DOWN GOES BELL! Kristen spilling to all fours, then awkwardly to her cheek as her buttocks thrust up in the air—she barely beats the count, reeling shabby, glassy-eyed at the ropes. ON COMES CARTER! Sarah hard-eyed, jabbing to fix groggy Bell’s position, sliding in the right cross, back underneath with the lanky, licking left uppercut to sternum. Bell groans, tilting forward: Sarah knuckle-shoves Krissy’s shoulders while tap-stepping back. Maintaining range. Carter’s lips curl off her teeth—she’s going for it, letting her hands go in lethal flurries. Straight, penetrative right hands; lanky curving lefts—Bell beaten exquisitely to her face, ribcage, tummy. Krissy sliding to her right—tracked by lithe-stepping Carter:  Sarah’s ponytail twitching and brushing her backbone as her taut body/limbs work in concert to take bell apart. Sarah drawing warnings for rapacious right hands swept cruel across Krissy’s lower back—anything to hurt Bell. Kristen’s legs hold, but she’s a shivering, battered wreck at the bell: cut at her hair lime, wide-eyed with shock. Carter wheels around, drawing her ong, soft ponytail across Kristen’s swelling face for a devastating R1 ponylashing.

R2: Resilience of Kris Bell; she pounces on the first Carter jab, punching a purposeful right hand over to score against Sarah’s chin. Sarah startled—eats a chin-toggling hook—Bell hopping in close to get it tidy. Flurry amidships—Sarah crunching forward behind her mitts: Bell bares her teeth to stay on Carter’s body, drumming away on flanks as Sarah baby-steps backward while crouching forward. Payback to the lower back—Bell sweeping her right hand across Carter’s kidneys as Sarah leans low—Carter groaning, straighten upright into ropes, giving away tummy on the cheap. Bell romping, groaning, straightens upright into ropes, giving away tummy on the cheap. Bell romping on Sarah, hands darting, tearing away at Carter—Sarah bawling out loud as she earmuffs up, shaking from the pelting downpour. Sarah’s long legs trembling—she’s trying to spin off the ropes, but Bell’s not having it—putting a shoulder into Sarah’s chest of necessary to keep her pinned down. Carter trying to uppercut her way out of trouble, but getting NAILED sharp right hands for her trouble—Sarah spends the final minute covering up tightly behind her gloves, taking a withering breakdown from a frisky, relentless K-Bell. Break: Carter sniveling—cut inside her mouth. She’s still seated on the ropes, lowering her mitts, when bell leans in from Sarah’s left side to deposit the “flyweight elbow tip” deep to breadbasket. Shout of pain, Sarah C: she hugs her guts, pitches forward as ref pushes seething Bell back.

R3: Sarah eyes blazing, looking only to harm Kristen now: most of the sweet science these girls normally practice now being pressed into service of sheer brutality. Carters vicious right hands slashing through Bell’s raised gloves, leaving champ vulnerable to that lissome left hook/uppercut, chin and solar plexus. Once carter has Krissy’s knees buckled, Sarah’s a cobra—swaying in and out in supple, wide stance-right hands up top, left hands gouging at the goods downstairs. Halfway through, Bell tottering around, getting shredded—she’s dropped to all fours by the umpteenth curving hook to her sternum. Sarah’s chest heaving, eyes furious as she takes neutral corner. Bell up, rickety for 8: she digs in at apron to withstand the slender blonde storm. HAMMER AND TONGS! Carter squares away, punching up the middle as she leans in and out: Krissy dipping side to side, pulling biting lefts and rights onto Carter as small mitts lick back and forth. Crowd roaring as both beauties are tagged=--Bell denies Sarah a finishing run: Carter maintains her position, pouring punishment onto an already badly shopworn champion. Girls on their stools trembling from adrenaline, swelling up, scuffing up: much more violent contest than either had anticipated coming in.

R4: Slowly but surely, it’s Sarah, Carter’s lankier delivery—that slinging right up top, following by licking left hands underneath—visibly degrading Kristen, taking her apart. Bell stubborn and tenacious, but she’s starting to miss, coming up short on punches against Carter’s weaving in-out distance changes. Midway through, Carter arches her back, burying a slender limbed uppercut deep to Krissy’s midsection with a thrilling thump: poor Bell’s down again, sobbing on all fours, Sarah’s striding past, nostrils flaring: more and more she’s getting the better of it, doing more damage in the exchanges, using more of KBell up that Krissy’s reserves can replace. Bell: Krossy’s left eye swelling shut. Legs shabby, buttocks wobbly. Champ refuses referee’s invitation to quit as this thing’s starting to exceed acceptable levels of barbarism.

R5: Krissy weaves Sarah’s first hard right cross, gambles on a left hook to chin even as Carter’s own left rips up towards body. trade in hooks goes Krissy’s way: Carter’s legs give a shimmy—she steps back blinking, trying to regroup. Bell pounces a lead right, punching it against Sarah’s chin—Carter stumbling back, answers a weak right uppercut, missing., Krissy pounces again—gambling on  a hook: she grazes Sarah’s mouth, chasing her all the way back to ropes. HARD overhand  right slams Sarah’s head over the ropes: she’s badly hurt, tilting forward with fists at her chest, mouth open, Right uppercut skids off Sarah’s face, freezing her: Bell switches her frame into a shivering hook, burying it to liver.

Carter cries out, eyes shut tight, bell pushes into her, hooks liver again, sitting Sarah into ropes.

Bell clouts a right across Sarah’s mouth: Carter’s hands drop to her lap, head lolling sadly on limp neck.

Bell hooks Sarah beneath breastline, chasing the last breath from Carter’s suffering lungs. Bell’s legs taut, right hand hovering atop her left at her stomach in ready position—getti9ng off snappy as Sarah wilts.

Krissy’s just hustling punches in now—ponytail tossing across her neck. Small mitts tip, tip, tapping—clip, clip, clapping as she bats and pokes both hands at Sarah’s drowsy face, then dips n’digs the ribcage.

Carter tilts to her right, out on her feet, taking punches with sleepy resignation.

Carter hits the canvas on her right shoulder, rolls to her back. Lips moving slowly, eytes frowned shut, hands up above head., Ref pushes Bell back, counts out 10 as carter can’t get off her back.

Come from behind KO5, Kristen Bell.

After: BLONDE! Magazine calling it the greatest flyweight clash of the last half century—neither gamine leaving anything in the tank as each sought to the other’s total annihilation from the opening bell. Kristen badly battered, but feted in the ring as Sarah’s brought around. When Carter comes-to—she’s absolutely devastated. Bell thrilled at the sight, hovering around Carter’s corner to stare at Sarah’s misery with unabashed glee. “Tonight, I proved that I’ special,” Kristen says on camera, “and that Sarah’s not. I broke her heart tonight and I just would not submit to her will, I know Sarah, and I know how much this is killing her—but sooner she can accept it, the better she’ll be.”

Reposted by Archer 10/13/09.