Before: Carpenter invading 130 again—bdy buff and carrying weight well, fresh new swimsuit—she looks to protect Jenny O’Dell’s flank the way O’Dell did so superbly during Carpenter’s glorious title run at lightweight.

“It’s been a good strategy for us,” Charisma says of the dynamic BSE duo. “With Jenny as my gatekeeper, she got a lot of fights that would habe ducked her otherwise, and I think the experience definitely made her the fighter she’s become. I need fights at welterweight and covering Jenny’s back is going to get me those rounds. I’m looking forward to turning Nikki back—it’s going to be a ruff, tuff, outing!”

Visser a vocal critic of the champion, calling Keibler/Wilson qualifier a “sideshow”—she’s respectful of CC, but bold in prefight. “I want to send a message to BSE and Charisma’s going to be my billboard,” proclaims the long blonde contender. “Carpenter’s a savage body puncher, so I have to deny her my middle with my legs. She also loves to counterpunch, so I have to command the cards early and force her to press, get her out of her comfort zone. I don’t think I’m alone when I say Carpenter doesn’t look like she can carry the weight—she’s not top caliber at 130 and I’m going to prove it in devastating fashion.”

Carpenter in black “Veronica Mars” bikini-Visser in royal blue bikini. White flower patterned edges.

During R1: Carpenter out supple, right under her chin, left across her gut—stooping and backhanding her jab against Visser’s tummy: PULL-COUNTERS NIK VISSER! Nikki on balls of feet, times CC”s belly-tap, rockets over the top a jolting right hand behind the ear ad CARPENTER’S WOBBLY BUTT! CC sputtering, weight out over her feet—Visser clips her a licking left off the face and bending into a CRASHING right on the chin—ANOTHER rising left as CC’s drooping to her right and a SHRIEKING right chaser, spinning Carpenter’s head as she’s on her way down! Carpenter on her back, unfocused, staring, trying to sit up—Visser jogging to neutral corner, bouncing around like a box of puppies. After 8—Carpenter sets up on the ropes—right at her cheek, left across her gut, looking for counters. Nikki cautious, attacking prudently behind a hard, sticking body jab, then scooting out of range—cat and mouse allows CC to get out of the round, but Visser gets that points jump she wanted in the first.

R2: Carpenter sluggish, still badly rocked—Visser gets big, left hand in CC’s chest while rushing brunette to ropes and DRIFTING Carpenter a bar-room right cross. Again, Visser scores heavy, steps out, using her legs—Carpenter scowling hurt, has to come out and give chase. Nikki in her element, using the ring, creating space—she’s torching Charisma the jab, spotting hard right hands, steppin’ and dancin’ around that ring. Carpenter wobbly butt, starting to see the punches a little better, parrying and swatting at blonde poke late the round, but it’s another Visser stanza.

R3: No let up, Nikki: she’s in on Carpenter with a big, booming underhand right to paunch, bunching Charisma up with a peep and momentarily paralyzing the gorgeous brunette. Lush flank punching, Nikki: she bangs away CHUP! CHUP! In behind Carpenter’s elbows, letting former light weight champ experience welterweight body work. CC groaning, stooped forward behind her mitts—Visser eases back onto right foot, picks Carpenter up exquisite right uppercut that brings oohs and aahs out of the crowd. Nikki working those hulking Carpenter jugs—edging in close to swipe short hooks ‘em off the front foot. CC wobbly butt yet again, soaking up a pounding—but she steadies the ship—giving Nikki head movements, weaving her torso side to side—Visser caught up in head-hunting gives Carpenter some opportunities late. Nik missing punches, standing flat footed in front of CC—Carps able to dip n’ dig to either side of the ribe cage. Just tucking her sneaking mitts into wide open ribs at the bell.

R4: Speedbag action, Nikki to Carpenter’s jugs: backhand left; scrubbing right; backhand right; swiping left—a real rub-a-dub-drubbing. CC trudges through it, catches Nikki a sneaky right as blonde’s backing up—chases Visser all the way to ropes with a chin-shaving hook. Visser bounces/spins off ropes, neatly dropping a counter-right over Carpenters left shoulder as CC looks to trap Nik at the apron—freewheeling melee opening up the fight as both girls score. Carpenter’s most effective round—legs recovering some—she’s cutting off the ring and scoring in combination--but Nikki in control, dictating with her feet, pocketing more first-half points.

R5: Carpenter gambling, pressing: Nikki loving it. Visser able to lope, hop and step around outside, piecing out her jabs, darting lead right hands—touching CC just enough to keep her off balance. Carpenter can slip and toll with her lead shoulder, but then she can’t close the gap: when she forces the fight, she’s guzzling punches for the privilege. Carpenter getting to the Visser rib cage in the middle minute, scoring loud, thumping punches—but the down the stretch-Visser retreating in good order, shoots that intercept lead right over CCs left shoulder, picks her up the eft uppercut and CARPENTER TAKES A KNEE! Groan from the crowd as Charisma shakes her head, struggles up for 8, Visser shining with pleasure at the sight of laboring, worn-down Charisma through 5.

R6: CC rallying again, comes out brisk, doubling up her jab, bobbing her and nailing Visser choice right hands as blonde backs up hands low. Visser hits ropes, tries her spin move: Charisma riding her left arm around Nikki’s hips hurls blonde back down where she belongs and piles on, Carpenter pushing in, showing true welter muscle as she fight s off Nikki’s chest: brunette touching up blonde ribs, tummy, jugs with swiping, tucking lefts and rights inside. Visser grunting, butt in ropes—she’s leaning forward, keeping elbows in trying to punch with Carpenter as girls crawl into the trenches together. Good beefy give and take—both midsections sounding out with spank—both proud racks squished and smudged side to side in there. Carpenter much the cuter in close—she’s clipping Nikki uppercuts, tidying her up in combinations, chopping at her flanks and breadbasket for points in the sixth.

R7: Visser standing ground midring to punch hard right hands over Charisma’s jab—blonde earning space as CC back her up. Nikki rotating left, stoop-and-shooting belly jabs, changing direction to rotate right while backhanding lefts at Carpenter’s head. CC dipping side to side, but wincing some at Nikki’s insistence body-jabbing—blonde getting in there stiff, wicking away brunette vitality with systematic commitment. Final moments, both girls land fine right hands—Visser’s a long cross; Carpenter’s a shorter, clouting blow—girls stand, glare at each other at the bell.

R8: Visser’s been hitting Charisma hard all night long: those punches are adding up. Blonde’s body jab staking her to positional leads in the round—as CC comes forward, she’s getting nailed clean right crosses, picking up ripping left uppercuts. Visser adept at scoring, then turning Charisma, getting around either brunette flank—Carpenter’s shellshocked legs having trouble negotiating, Good Visser round becomes a great one as she’s getting right hands almost routinely on CC’s jaw: Carpenter’s wondrous backside a-wobble—she’s starting to walk on her heels a little; eyes glazing over. Viss shoots the right—slipped—but comes back underneath a gorgeous rising eft in Carpenter’s liver: big spanking shot buckles CC’s legs, puts a crimp of hurt on her lips. Nik able to body up big-girl walking CC to ropes and VISSER UNLEASHES! CC arms crossed, elbows up, twisting slowly side to side under intense volley fre from blonde lefts and rights and THE REF STEPS IN! Carpenter being shredded, out on the feet—Nik Visser jumps away the TKO8 Victrix!

After: Pandemonium—Nikki squealing with delight, leaping into the arms of her trainer, exulting in the shocking conquest of one of the slickest, best all around fighters in boxing. Carpenter slowly brought around, immediately breaking down into humiliated tears: that first round knockdown really derailed the Carpenter fight plan tonight. CC collecting herself like a pro, brushing her eyes dry and offering a few halting words on post fight.

“I came in cold and she caught me,” CC shrugs. “There is just no excuse for that—but I give her credit: Nikki’s not known as a big puncher, but when she saw me hurt she went right after me. I KNOW I can fight at 130, and I know I can beat Visser-class fighters—I’m just in a rough patch right now, but I want my fans to know that I’ll fight my way out of this, I will TOTALLY be back!”

Nikki delirious—becoming with this win the veritable ‘girl with the curl’ at 130. “I was just too much for Charisma,” Nikki bleats, all a-quiver with victory. “I love to counter a girls jab with my right hand and I really steuck her good wth that first shot. I don’t think there was anybody home after the first round—her eyes were all watery and gassy the rest of the night. I just took my time, mopped her up proper and finished her when she was helpless. I’m thrilled and I think I’ve made my case: I’m Best Girl at 130 and I want the winner of Jenny O’Dell vs cheap sl*t wrestler to be announced!”