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21 February 2011 Sarah Carter vs Brenda Song

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Sarah Carter 09.jpgBrenda Song 02.jpg

 

"Celebrity Boxing After Dark"

 

Posted by simguy on 2/21/2011, 4:16 pm

 

Before: "Sarah Carter is like thirty years old!" Brenda says in prefight, with an expression of utter shock and disgust. "Thirty! At flyweight! I hope somebody told her you can't bring your walker into the ring - no foreign objects! To me - it's embarrassing the way she keeps trotting her stupid ponytail into fights, trying to act pretty and stuff. THIRTY! God! I just hope I don't break her hip or anything." Sarah rolling her eyes: she knows Song's trying to get to her. "Not sure," Sarah says at podium, "wasn't I over thirty when I beat the hell out of Brenda last time we fought? Wasn't it me who brought a quick end to her first reign of so-called terror? Honestly - this chick will never come close to another Social Network again - ever: it's way past time I scrubbed her up and sent her packing." Song in white cashmere crochet bikini (tawdry); hair up in perky ponytail with ringlets framing face; small white gloves. Sarah in yellow DOA bikini; small black gloves; hair in long low ponytail with bangs bracketing face. Song glaring/pouting furiously during ring instructions: Sarah playing the long cool blonde in response.

During R1: Song creep-stepping supple - bouncing in her stance, hands low at her sides, trying to bait Sarah into punching. Carter roaming leggy/sleek to her right - right hand at her chest, left dangling, mirroring Song's relaxed, prowling gait. Pounce/counter-pounce evolves - Sarah lunging for Brenda with sneaky right leads or shippy hooks-off-the-hip: Song bending at the waist/leaning onto her back (right) leg, looking to catch Sarah check-hooks, then lunging into leaping right hands as Carter's disengaging. Elusive, springy action not conducive to clean punching: Sarah landing a few slinging sidearm buggywhip right hands to Brenda's ribcage throughout the heat - probably enough to get the points.

R2: Same again - ponytails tossing, lips snarling - girls with hands negligently low, so confident are they in their respective reflexes. Brenda having much better luck timing Sarah this time: intercepting Sarah the check-hook when blonde girl's pouncing; chasing Sarah down with leaping lead right hands when Carter's retreating. Head punches adding up, destabilizing SArah...she's slightly rocked midway through when bobbing Brenda lunges out of crouch with left uppercut from the knee - clipping Sarah's chin, sending her reeling to ropes. Carter's hurt - covers up earmuff: Brenda baring teeth as she gets close and POUNDS sleek blonde ribs. Batting PIK! PAK! PEK! of Brenda's small gloves sounding out tart against SArah's lean chassis...blonde girl sitting in ropes, paralyzed from body hurt. Bren loving the damage - pushing-in on Carter to stack her up - wrestling apart the guard, then squirming to swipe vicious shots across body and face from inside Sarah's reach. Carter battered senseless - ponytail actually lashing her own face as her head torques side to side: Brenda pasting away - cashing in a late insurance right hand to Sarah's left flank just after the bell.

R3: Sarah wobbly...or is she? Carter shying away, giving Brenda don't-hurt-me eyes...Song grinning, pounces in to do just that. Carter suddenly stiffening, intercepting Brenda mid-lunge with a stiff, straight left/right/left - deftly punching Brenda's face with pinpoint accuracy; sidestepping left as Song sputters past. Brenda confused, turning to her right to stay square: Sarah keeps rotating left, jab-jab-jabbing Brenda's staring face with tart, small-glove pokes. Song stumbling forward - hurt, confused: Sarah retreats in good order, extending straight lefts and rights to continue pounding at Brenda's face. Carter sidesteps at ropes - guiding Brenda face-first INTO the cables with a push in the back: blonde girl rounds on her brunette, lithe limbs a-lashing! Brenda sobbing, covering up in high earmuff: bendy-backed blonde leans in to stroke a thudding series of buggywhip right hands across Bren's ribs - taking her viciously under the elbows. SONG GOES DOWN! Brenda crying out, hugging her body, sitting down with her knees up and back supported on ropes...she's a blubbering cutey, trembling in pain and bawling as Seething Sarah is bodied back. That's it - Bren can't get off her buns: Carter survives adversity, deals a stunning KO3 rebuke.

After: Carter still seething - glaring over as Brenda's having a little tantrum on her buns at the ropes, refusing to move her arms away from her body so physicians can have a look. "Song's a little bytch," Sarah scowls in postfight, still glaring. "I fight in the same stable as Jennifer Garner: age means nothing. You know what means something? Being better than the other girl. Maybe Song should put some thought into that next time she starts beaking off about me!"

 

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