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15 October 2010 Jennifer Carpenter vs Grace Park

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BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on 10/15/2010, 9:26 am

BEFORE: "Look," Jen says, leaning into the mic all intense, "Grace is a flashy, fan-friendly fighter, but she's just too small to be fighting someone like me. I'm slender, but she's THIN: I'm wiry - she's fragile. I'll expose this girl with a real ass-beating - you watch!" Park non-plussed, happy to be active and recognizing a body-type challenge that can't go unanswered. "After I kicked Electra to the curb, Carpenter started talking trash," Grace shrugs at podium. "So fine - she's a hater. People say I can't work without a height advantage, but I'll show Jen I can get work done. We're talking overtime; hard labour. She's going to weep from the work I get done, trust me!" Grace in blue/yellow batik (or is it tie-dye? I never know the difference) Hawaii 5-0 bikini; short ponytail with broad bangs framing face; small black work out gloves. Jen in lavender bikini top; black boy cut trunks, cut low on the hip; small black gloves; similar hairstyle to GP.

During R1: Rangy girls lope into position: Jen greets Grace via double-jab between breasts; jab to mouth before eating a clouting right wide to chin. Rotating left in lanky-steppin' pivots - girls start trading...steady jab pounding at Gracie's face, then palm-down hooks (chin), then chop-right hands (jaw). Grace: rigid right uppercut to sternum; rigid left uppercut (chin); short-chop right to face; rangy right uppercut (chin). Not a lot of defence - leggy girls basically flat-footed - leaning long torsos in and out to create the odd distance-gap. Small gloves sounding out bright, tangy PIK! PAK! PEK! noises as fighters touch each other up: Jennifer throws more, lands more, gets it done for points.

R2: Jennifer handing out rejection slips to Grace in the form of a stiff, crisp jab early...Carpenter's lips crimped in satisfied smirk as she chip-taps away on Gracie's face. Jen rotating clockwise, being patient: Grace frustrated trying to step in up the middle, getting her face/eyes touched up. Midway through, CLEAN, swinging right hand turns Gracie's chin hard to starboard: knees buckle; feet babystep...she's hurt! Grace forms ragged earmuff - Jen lavishes long-armed stroke to the body. Gorgeous, striping stuff - small gloves sticking in and bouncing off lean meat - Jen in wide stance, getting her back/hips into succulent delivery. Grace tottering about as she's beaten: Park's slender torso torn at, battered as Carpenter unleashes lanky fury. Bell: Grace sullen, glaring; Jen's all dimples and grins through 2.

R3: Grace two-jabs the body; turns over a swatting palm-down hook: she yanks back the initiative from a surprised Carpenter. Rangy right uppercuts exchange; palm-down come-around hooks - fighters clip-clapping away on each other's faces to vicious effect. Grace not neglecting the body - galloping into Carpenter's midsection with both arms thrashing at times: Jen drawing arms in/blocking shots on her elbows as her own output starts to drop. Grace at Jennifer: churning away slender-limbed wallop up the gut; chipping away palm-down round-punches outside either Carpenter elbow. Jen clenching her teeth, taking her first dose of a true Grace Park 100 punch round as G lashes away for points.

R4: Girls chip away sticky jabs midring body-body-face: Jennifer's more insistent - eventually getting the better of it, forcing Grace to form protective peek-a-boo. Carpenter to the body as Gracie's hands come up: strapping, stroking licks encompassing both flanks/waist. GP grumpy from the thorough touch-up: she digs back rigid left uppercuts - stooping to get 'em off from the high guard - then trades facial clout as rangy girls clang away. Every couple of seconds, someone's face is getting jolted and spanked: Park's eyes visibly swelling as Carpenter's targetting them like a crow on roadkill. Bell: girls still trading bandy-armed licks - ref has to step in.

Enswell for Grace on her stool during the break - her face upturned, teeth gritted: she's very brave against the pain.

R5: Carving overhand, palm-down right clouts Jen's jaw; Graces sweeps torso-right to drag rangy left into sternum - chickenwinging the left elbow out on follow through; bending her back to clip the right uppercut off right leg and JEN GOES DOWN! Carpenter blinking in astonishment on all fours...Grace strutting past all leggy, scowling. Jen's up rickety, taking deep, calming breaths: she lifts her mitts and nods a curt 'yes' to ref when she's ready. Grace wades in: GOOD LORD, LANKY HAMMER AND TONGS! Long torsos swaying side to side as rangy power-punches loop over and across. Vicious stuff - Grace swinging palm-down rights and lefts at Jennifer's jawlines, ringing her up; Carpenter tearing at waistline with punches that dig in palm-up, only to turn over palmdown as they tear through the motion. Gracie bang-clanging away on Jen, but can't loosen her up: Carpenter sponging Park's licks, digging back hard to deny asian finishing run. Bell - panting, mouthbreathing fighters separated: everyone's busted up and hurting now.

R6: Jen roaming to her left, punishing Gracie's shiny face: Park's eyes beaten near to slits, her lips parted as she accepts patient pounding. Minute mark - girls bend in to trade slinging rights to chin: Gracie's legs buckle, nearly sending her down. Carpenter punching her way forward, pumping in sinuous right hand shovel-punches to gouge in under Gracie's sternum, keeping her hurt. Jen stiff-legged, in forward aspect - she keeps the jab on Grace, then hooks-off-poke, steering the palm-down left into Gracie's armpit with a damp PAK! Jen leaning in, dropping sharp right crosses: Grace facing into it, getting sleepy. Down the stretch, Carpenter's got Grace ready to go - chopping at her waist with Ruelas-style lefts and rights: answer-hook from Grace clips chin and CARPENTER'S HURT! Jen's legs suddenly rubbery - she's steppin' funky, blinking in confusion: wounded Park goes over to offence! Park: driving right down-sloped to midsection; palm-down left hook chin-toggler - that chickenwing left elbow coming up on follow through, pushing Jen hard on right cheek; clipping right uppercut via bendy-backed delivery. Carpenter stumbling about, windblown: she's a helpless beauty, just willing herself to keep her feet as Grace lashes away without mercy. Bell: Park panting, hands on hips - eyes swollen nearly shut; Carpenter swooning, right eye swollen shut...we're in last-woman-standing territory through 6!

R7: Grace wading in hands-at-chest, elbows out wide - rangy rights and lefts tear across Jen's front - Park following through with high, chickenwinged left elbows to draw warnings. Carpenter blocking, retreating: minute mark, she walks Grace into a GORGEOUS gutting right hand to pit of the stomach, paired with palm-down hook-to-chin and GRACIE'S HURT! Park stepping in fence post holes, suddenly shut down: she covers up peek-a-boo and Carpenter goes over to O! Jen pecking away behind the jab - leaning forward over left leg: she's hooking off the jab, scoring against Gracie's rightside lats; short right hands penetrate Gracie's guard, pounding her already puffy/sore face; vicious, chopping waist-work has Grace bunching forward, groaning in agony. Bell: Jennifer with a smouldering look gives Grace the once over, turns to her corner and draws a cocky thumb across her throat to let everyone know she thinks Grace's ready to go!

R8: Rangy hammer and tongs as girls lean weight forward, let hands go in lathering, stroking flurries. Pasting licks clip across drowsy faces, scrape at ribs, dig at tummies...neither girl particularly concerned for her own safety. Down the stretch, Grace gets to Jen with an assortman of workmanlike rights and lefts, head and body: no one punch does it, but Jen's legs buckle, forcing her to issue the fight's very first clinch!

R9: Tearing brutality again as the girls are hurt, they're there for each other, and both are swinging to end it. Crowd groaning as Carpenter rips at Gracie's flat tummy with those chopping palm-up Ruelas shots - Jen keeping her elbows in tight for compact delivery. Park reaching in her left hand to Jen's right bicep, then driving righty through to chin: Carpenter all sleepy upon receipt, mouth open, eyes half shut. Carpenter clippin' and cloutin' on Gracie's face - often landing 2 or 3 sharp punches in quick succession - standing Grace up tall in startled wonder. At the bell - girls are reeling in rangy stances, trading exhausted slappers at distance.

R10: Grace stumbles forward, trying to lather Jen into submission: Carpenter stepping back in good order, patiently brings Grace to a halt with vicious counters to the belly/ribs. Park groaning, covering up after the first minute: Jen groggy, but able to work - touching G the chickenwing left elbow to measure before snapping off combos. Halfway through, crowd moaning as Grace eats a rangy right uppercut flush...her head comes up off her gloves, face all beat to putty, eyes shut, mouth open in a weary pout: it's the defining shot of the round. Carpenter stays on Grace rest of the way, but with fading intensity - finishing the fight just slapping at Park's flanks as Gracie's leaning forward in stupor behind her mitts. Comes back UD10 draw.

After: "Score our faces," Carpenter says triumphantly in postfight, "that'll tell you who really won. She's all smudgy and beat up: I'm still pretty! It's like I said: she's not strong enough. I could've taken her sh&* all night!" Park definitely punished, but gutting it out...insistent Tractorpull scribe needles her in postfight about the size question. "I felt like I was big enough," Grace mutters, "I felt like I was hurting her. She took a good punch tonight, but I was still able to come forward and work, so if she thinks I'm not strong enough, she's full of sh*&. Basically, I don't care: I love to fight - screw HBO, screw the media and the oddsmakers - let's just throw on some bikinis and start punching!"