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31 Oct 2008 Sarah Carter vs Lacey Chabert

Page history last edited by Dradis 14 years, 10 months ago

Posted by simguy on 10/31/2008

 

Before: "Swans and ugly ducklings, hey?" Lacey smiles at the podium. "Yeah. I remember being Sarah's friend...being so HAPPY she liked me, even when she was making feel bad about not being all bendy-backed and elegant like her. I look back and laugh now - I was stupid - I admit it - wanting to be like her and believing all her crap. The truth is: curves are power; power is sexy; power wins championships, and being a swan just makes you all wet. I'm pushing my way to the front of this division, and Sarah's part of my progress. I shook off Hewitt's shackles, now I'll shake off Carter's - and once that's done - there will be no stopping me. As far as I'm concerned, at 110, there's Lacey Chabert, then there's a whole bunch of skanks nobody cares about." Carter composed, cool: girls have been frosty with each other rather than overtly hostile - each saving herself for the ring. "I'll hurt her quickly, make her cautious," Sarah says quietly, "and then I'll take Lacey apart. Even when we were supposedly 'friends'? All I wanted to do was slap her stupid face: in this fight, I'm finally going to give her the beating I always wanted to. Anytime Lacey steps up in class, she's been soundly thrashed. She's stepping way, way up in class this time, and the beating - I promise you - will change her miserable life." Lacey in white lace push up and panties; small white workout gloves. Sarah in gold bikini; small black workout gloves; long low ponytail with bangs framing face. Stare down so icy - ref doesn't even bother asking fighters to touch gloves during ring instructions.

 

During R1: Sarah lithe to her left, stitching jabs to Lacey's face: Chabert turning, crouching, fearlessly stalking her swan. Carter on her toes, changing directions, sidestepping Lacey, turning her flanks: lissome blonde proving the utility of elegance as she outmaneuvers, outboxes Chabert through 2 minutes. Final minute begins with a resounding CRACK: Lacey timing Sarah, clouting her a swinging right to jaw - rocking Carter onto her right foot, left leg swinging up into the air as she's nearly decked. Carter staring, stunned - she stumbles out of it, keeping balance like a groggy cat: Lacey pours forward, missing lefts and rights as Sarah staggers away hurt. Carter hits ropes in a fog - covers up face-in-gloves: Lacey steps-to all bared teeth, hooking Sarah once, twice in her right flank; punching a short right hand round Sarah's left wrist to smash pec. Jailbreak, Lacey Chabert: butt back, spine straight, she unleashes savagely - lefts and rights pounding at Sarah's front, beating her guard apart and pancaking modest blonde breasts. Sarah bleating - shuddering under the thumpthump impacts. Lacey still slamming away at bell - ref pulls her off as poor Carter screams in protest under the drumming. Chabert grinning, strutting back to her corner: she steals the Carter first, teaching the lesson of power early.

 

R2: Sarah's morale deeply shaken - she's running, looking to regroup, get her legs back. Lacey taking jabs as she crouches forward - nothing on the poke as Carter's dancing away while delivering. Takes Chabert almost two minutes to negotiate distance, but she finally forces battle near her own corner. Thumping roundhouse right takes Sarah in her ribs, just below left breast; sweeping hook clouts her jaw, leaves her goggle eyed. Carter's legs stiff again - she's stunned, backing into Lacey's corner. Chabert forward with dukes curled against her chin: she crouches close, then digs at Sarah's bendy torso. Carter gurgling, hunching forward, beaten up onto her toes as her buttocks jump onto turnbuckle: Chabert pumping short, brutal shock up into tummy and lungs. Sarah gasping, hanging on around Lacey's head and shoulders, limply trying to tie up. Ref forced to act once again as Chabert continues digging at her foe long past the bell.

 

R3: Sarah on her bicycle, but more constructive now - realizing she's got to pick spots to commit on shots. Jab free-ranging all over Lacey's face: Chabert's crouching, moving her head, but Carter's cobra-quick left hand is tracking her. Sarah executing lithe, beautiful pivots-left around sudden-jolt left hooks - her weight on that front (left) foot as she swivels-round. Chabert catching limber licks clean on her chin - momentarily startled as Carter escapes to the side. Backpedaling, Sarah able to deliver a buggywhip right hand to Chabert's forehead: peculiar lion-tamer type punch a shock to Lacey as Sarah's perfect balance and timing allow her to get spice on the shot. Lacey able to close and bang ribcage late, but Carter tying up around elbows now, doing a better job of glomming on. At the bell - Sarah digs a left hand to Lacey's sternum, continues trading with her as ref takes a hand, reads both women the riot act.

 

R4: Sarah's left hand snakes out, finds Lacey's eyebrows, cheeks, mouth: the jab is there for Sarah. Carter heartless, circling her foe, lips curled back off small white teeth: Sarah's legs starting to dictate range and tempo, limiting Lacey to the occasional surge. Carter stepping in, deploying buggywhip right hands in above Chabert's left hip: Lacey wincing, dropping left elbow down in reaction, unable to issue immediate receipt. Chabert still mounting the odd rushing barrage: Carter nimbly retreating, then sidestepping, neatly managing the pressure. Bell: Lacey ducks on instinct; Sarah wheels on her heel - ponylashing the air as Lacey knows her only too well.

 

R5: Sarah's jab continues to nibble and vex: Lacey's left eye beginning to swell, face shiny from poke. Midway through, Carter gets a particularly sharp hook-off-the-pivot, really picking up Lacey's chin: Chabert finally put wobbly butt, knees buckling as she absorbs the shot, face stricken. Sarah's eyes sparkle - she pounces in off Lacey's left flank, lifting a left uppercut to Chabert's waist. Shoeshining flurry to breasts has Lacey flabbergasted - she's backing up in awe, lips parted, eyes blinking. Ropes - Lacey stunned, disorganized: Sarah elbows close to her body, has her way with short, chopping rights and lefts to rack, making her point as she swishes away. Chabert clinches, blubbering, legs trembling as ref issues break. Lacey roars off the ropes with wounded-animal rage: Sarah respects it, legs out of range, boxes out the clock with limber circling, walking Lacey into a few sneaky counter-right hands to the bell. Hardhearted stare from Sarah as she looks Lacey over, carefully assessing damage done, and how much more is required.

 

R6: Sarah wheeling, dealing - jabbing Lacey's face without pity. Minute mark - with Sarah circling clockwise - Chabert gambles on a wide right roundhouse, catching Carter flush as she's attempting to flank. SARAH'S ROCKED! Bug-eyed, stumbling again: Chabert proving one punch of hers can turn the tide at any time. Lacey over to offence - bulling into Sarah, clubbing her recklessly as Carter ducks and twists en route to ropes. Chabert squirming in close, wriggling in on Sarah's chest: stocky brunette props blonde swan on ropes, gets to work blunt and brutal. Sarah ragdolled - unable to cope with Lacey's strength tummy to tummy - she's heaved into the ropes, smothered, beaten upon by rampaging Chabert. Lacey in her element, staying on Sarah, constantly bodying her or pushing her upright, then tucking into her. Sarah's open mouthed, crying out: slender arms trying to tie up head-and-arm on Lacey with mixed results. Chabert able to retain position, fight through clinches, stay busy to avoid ref's breaks: she sustains punishment on Sarah, diminishing blonde by the bell. Chabert still pumping right hands into a doubled-over Sarah's trembling tummy when ref pulls brunette off from behind.

 

R7: Sarah continues her work on Lacey's left eye, pounding at it coldblooded. Chabert grimacing, but pushing forward - she's staying low, trying to answer back wide, roundhouse blows to Carter's ribs. Blonde circling, curling in, disengaging - stitching jab, buggywhip right hands, hook-and-pivot routines all helping to bust Lacey up. Chabert en route to being shutout when that big right hand bails her out: Sarah caught moving to her left again, suckered by the wide, looping sweep of Lacey's delivery. Blonde legs spasm - Sarah stepping in fence post holes, face stricken: she stumbles sideways to ropes, giving up her right side to Chabert. Lacey in with gusto - left hand braced atop Sarah's pert buttocks while batting right hands swing into flat gut. Sarah groaning, turns to her left, giving up her back as she covers up, leans out over top rope. Lacey grinning, weight on left foot: she hooks at Sarah's left-side ribs from behind - huge, reefing blows, sending Lacey's jugs a-sloshing with inertia. Bell: Lacey banking insurance - once again ref is pulling her off, shouting at her uncaring face. Sarah sniveling, hugging her body: this isn't the fight she planned for.

 

R8: Sarah weight on left foot, dips left shoulder, rips the limber left hook while pivoting sweetly left: CHABERT GOES DOWN! Precision lick sends brunette spilling to all fours - Lacey trembling, momentarily unable to stand as Sarah struts to neutral corner. Chabert beats the count shabby, eyes moist with alarm: ON COMES CARTER! Thrashing beatdown - Sarah teeth bared, arms lashing at Lacey's bulging breasts with a limber, flailing action. Chabert crying out - sliding to her right along ropes: Sarah swipes wide, slapping hooks to face, stepping-with Chabert, then chopping in on her short, whippy rights to cheek. Sarah squares away again, snarling as she carves double left uppercuts, then leans into vicious buggywhip right hands to the hip - chopping at Lacey without remorse. Chabert sobbing out, cringing, folding forward behind her mitts: lathering wash of lefts and rights pastes across head and shoulders, drubbing brunette to her knees. Lacey blurting "Sarah DON'T!" as Carter's looking to hammer-drop right hands against her kneeling foe - ref pushes seething blonde away. Final minute a relentless, scouring pursuit of blonde on brunette: Sarah tearing at Lacey along ropes, administering the slender-limbed beating of a lifetime to her curvy rival. Bell: Lacey's turn to display tearstained cheeks; these girls are sparing each other nothing through 8 torrid heats.

 

R9: Lacey proves a warrior: left eye closed, right eye swelling - she crouches forward, hunting for sleek blonde torso. Sarah gliding to her left - stepping out, circling back and around, attacking from angles: this is classic fluid Carter tactics. By the minute mark - Sarah's legs achieve ring control - she's moving in and out at will - stitching her jab - ripping sudden buggywhip right hands. Second minute rough for Chabert: she blunders into another ripping hook-off-the-pivot; absorbs a stream of heartless buggywhip rights to left flank. Chabert trudging through it all, paying a withering price: Sarah touching her girl at will, striping Lacey through 9.

 

R10: Pressure from Lacey: despite the damage, she's never stopped trying to get to her tormentress. Carter mouthbreathing - constant stress of having to sidestep and maneuver finally starting to take toll. Series of blunt exchanges midring sees Sarah eat stubby right hands to mouth and chest: Lacey punching her way forward, slugging Sarah to ropes. Second minute: Chabert consolidates - fists curled into her chin as she bobs in front of Sarah, clouting away short, bludgeoning lefts and rights. Carter's face an exhausted grimace - punches bouncing off aching ribs and puffy face as she dips, twists, rolls at ropes. Down the stretch, Lacey in chilling rhythm - hooking Sarah to waist, hooking her up top, finishing the right hand, pushing her off ragdoll into ropes. Carter growing limp: right hand open against right side of her face - she's just trying to hook Lacey off, bringing the left hand back to her waist. RIGHT UPPERCUT, LACEY CHABERT! Lacey slips Sarah's hook, catches her a short, robust shot to mouth: Carter's eyes shut sleepily as her body relaxes into ropes, then DROPS TO ALL FOURS! Lacey screaming down incoherently - pushed back by ref: Sarah swooning, looking around in shock, reaching into ropes to pull herself up. BELL! Sarah swaying on the spot, arms clutching top rope to keep her upright. Fight goes to cards, comes back 1 point duke - Sarah Carter!

 

After: Carter all banged up, collects herself for an in-ring BLONDE! mag postfight interview: "Kristin Kreuk better..." Suddenly Lacey: brunette pushing against officials, screaming at Carter - "TELL THEM I KICKED YOUR BONY ASS! TELL THEM! YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE!" Sarah pushing against her guys - pre-fight ice replaced by boiling tempers in postfight as these fighters take each other deep into uncharted waters. Bit of a win-win. Lacey emerges even in defeat as a nigh irresistible force at the weight - perhaps only a punch or two away from stopping one of the most gifted blondes in boxing. Sarah wins her second straight, showing the heart to go with her skill in denying Lacey satisfaction after a truly brutal 10 round slugfest.

 

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