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7 September 2012 Title Ch Sarah Carter vs Lacey Chabert

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Sarah Carter 10.jpg Lacey Chabert 8.jpg

UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by simguy on September 7, 2012, 9:46 am

BEFORE: "The bottom line is," Lacey insists at podium, "Sarah can't take my punch. Nobody at flyweight can. She can be as cute as she wants - she can dazzle with her legs, get all bendy and slick, but end of the day, I am going to check. Her. Out. I just hope it's later rather than sooner - want to see the hope dying in her eyes before I end it."

Carter non-plussed; laser-focussed on victory. "Lacey's had good luck with boxers at this weight," Carter admits, "emphasis on the word 'luck'. I'll admit - if I stood there and let her tee-off? Maybe I'd be in trouble. Maybe. But the reality is, I'm a 360 degree fighter - attacking from all points on the compass. Lacey will submit to me, she WILL acknowledge my supremacy, and when we're done, she'll be closer to the end of her career than she is to the start of it!"

Lacey in yellow bikini; curly brown hair; small black gloves. Sarah in baby blue bikini; long low ponytail with dramatic bangs bracketing face; small white gloves.

During R1: Scowls and pouts all 'round...Sarah roaming to her right, looking to stitch the lead right hand to Lacey's chin: Chabert bobbing/hooking out of the crouch, attempting to halt Sarah's counter-clockwise rotation. Leads to fiery exchanges with both girls landing: Sarah kissing the right off Lacey's chin; Lacey skidding left hook off Sarah's brow/grazing chin righty. Both girls wobbling away with uncertain looks after these sessions - both hurt, neither giving in. Inconclusive fireworks through 2 minutes, then Sarah legs out of range, running the clock and taking the draw back to her corner.

R2: Similar stuff - Sarah slide-pivoting to her right, dragging that lead (left) foot in a bucket, fitting Lacey for stitch-quick lead right hands to chin. Chabert hooking Sarah's breasts in receipt, then catching her short, stout rights as Carter's leaning away...very even give and take as Lacey proves quick enough to keep pace. Down the stretch, Sarah changes direction, circling clockwise to work around her jab...Chabert forced into bobbing crossed arm, finally held at bay as Sarah boxes out the round.

R3: Sarah using her legs, trying to slide to angles outside, then touch Lacey up. Chabert defensively sound - right hand at left cheek/left tucked into right armpit as she bobs under Sarah's darting pokes. Carter's straight punches chipping across pate or mouth - landing stiffly; Chabert's looping overhand rights/lunging hooks spooking Carter, frequently slugging her out of her stance. All even until late - Sarah misses a lead right hand, spilling herself over Lacey's back as brunette ducks low...Chabert rising with a right to the trunks (ruled an accident), then a plugging right to tummy has Sarah bunching up "UH-H!" Lacey knows a good thing when she sees it...with Sarah covered up/stooping forward, Lacey wraps left arm around Sarah's shoulders, walking her back while plowing her tummy free-swinging right hands! Champ bundled into ropes, gurgling in pain as challenger slams the points out of Carter's flat gut at bell. Ref forced to pull Lacey away...she piles on late as Sarah's sitting helpless butt-in-ropes.

R4: Storming charge from Lacey easily sidestepped as Carter gets leggy early. Once Lacey slows pursuit, Carter spirals back in, darting in and out via limber up jabs, or spicy lead right hands. Chabert doing a great job of maintaining poise...she can't hope to match Sarah outside, but she's showing a sturdy crossed-arm, bobbing rapidly on the spot, then catching Carter clouting receipts as blonde-girls withdrawing. Both women collecting single touches; both gambling late on a vicious punching exchange of straight lefts and rights. Furious firefight sees both pretty faces suffer half a dozen STIFF, jolting connects...both girls stumble off to respective lefts all wide-eyed and face-spanked at bell. During the break, cameras catch Foxfire trainer giving Sarah the greenlight to get into Lacey's rack: Sarah nodding intently as key tactical is reviewed.

R5: Sarah in and out all limber legs/bendy back...jabs and jab/right hand combos spicing up Lacey's rack in PIK-PAK cadence. Lacey flustered - this sort of hunt-and-peck jug-mugging not the sort of thing a JMD expert expects...Sarah's not hanging around long enough to exchange with. Carter piling up the points, then really roaming the ring, smiling as Lacey bounces along in pursuit, trying to force decisive battle. Carter hopping along the perimeter with hands at her shoulders - feinting Lacey; swatting sidearm buggywhip right hands against Lacey's ribs before leaping away in counter-clockwise spirals...Chabert grouchy, frustrated as she just can't impose terms on her willowy rival. Bell: Sarah forcing hurtful eye-contact, then making a point of gazing at the throbbing pink of Lacey's left side...Chabert blushing crimson en route to her corner, furious at having been shut out.

R6: Sarah's legs continue to be decisive factors...she lopes around, in and out at will - sometimes mounting mock strafing runs; sometimes bringing the heat. Carter continuing to nibble and spank Lacey's jugs - backhanding in the insolent up-jab off the hip; stitching in the ol' one-two; jabbing Lacey between the eyes, then leaning in bendy backed to score via slap-chopping right hand down atop decolletage. Lacey biting back cries of pain and tears of frustration...her desperation lunges coming up short, exposing her to agile ripostes from her sinuous rival. Down the stretch, Sarah salts away the round with stiff, straight lefts and rights punched across Lacey's face...blonde girl just helping herself to a brunette at bell.

R7: Sarah dominates the first minute with Saracen tactics - making it 8 straight minutes since Lacey last landed a punch. Second minute, Chabert doubles up a stubby-jab to work her way in close, FINALLY jaming a short right hand to Sarah's ribs. Carter legging away rather than letting pride get the better of her - tapping out points from long range as Lacey can't close again in final minute. Bell: Sarah with a demure little grin on the perky-butt strut back to her corner...Lacey glaring as she glances back over her shoulder at her tormentress.

R8: Cheap rolling start for Lacey before the bell...she tackles Sarah into ropes near Foxfire corner before Carter's stool is removed. Lacey all a-jiggle - top of her head bracing Sarah's chest as fists whirl blindly to thighs and belly. Carter groaning, trying to wriggle out from under...Lacey slugging, then reaching in under blonde arms to push Carter deep into ropes, keeping champ off balance. It's Lacey at her swarming best - writhing free of Sarah's clinches; bodying up to prevent Sarah's escape attempts; clubbing mindlessly, relentlessly to body, then looping overhand lefts or rights to shock Sarah to face. Torrid, non-stop smother-and-slug smears Sarah along ropes until midway through, Lacey palm-pushes Sarah's hips back; beats Sarah one, two, three swinging right hands to breadbasket; stacks Sarah up via slamming left forearm in tits and KISSES the close-in right hand across Sarah's mouth. BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Carter pasted senseless...legs stiff, she twists to her right while falling backward, sprawling in stupor parallel to ropes. Lacey hands on top rope as she looms over Sarah, raising right foot to stomp helpless blonde belly...only quick thinking ref saves Sarah from the foul of the decade as Lacey is gut-wrenched outta there. Carter in tears, pulling her wretched self up ropes to beat the count...she's hurt, woozy, and HERE COMES LACEY! Chabert POURING in with a crude shoulder block to jam Sarah's butt into ropes - pushing to stack, then POUNDING away to glory! Lacey on Sarah big to the bell, shoving and a-slugging to thighs/trunks/tummy in a delirious hup-hup romp...poor Sarah gurgling semi-conscious, sagging into ropes as punishment shuts down her higher faculties. Bell: ref has to pull energetic Lacey off...champ ashambles on the stumble back to corner!

R9: Sarah trying to lope to her right, but legs aren't quite there...Lacey able to close, tackle Sarah into ropes, and process. Chabert willing to reach behind Sarah to grab ropes if necessary; palming Sarah's hips to shove her butt-in-ropes; butting Sarah's chest with forehead in an attempt to keep Carter pinned down. Chabert not loading up - she's crowding, smothering, taking leverage away from punches in exchange for control. Down the stretch, Sarah mouthbreathing with the effort of trying to wriggle her way out from under...she sits exhausted in ropes as Lacey shifts to her right while wrapping left arm around Sarah's gut; positioning left cheek behind Sarah's right shoulder to turn her. Fighting off Sarah's right side in the dying moments, Lacey employs bruising hold-and-hit, stabilizing Sarah with the left around the belly, while punching back and buns shoving, determined right hands. Bell: ref pulls Lacey away and gives her a forceful warning...Sarah grouchy, blinking away tears as she limps back to port.

R10: Sarah plays matadora early - sidestepping Lacey's first-minute charges, sapping a bit of the energy from curvy brunette legs. After that, it's stand and deliver slugging - just two girls who hate one another - both exhausted - setting down to punch each other. Sarah kissing straight lefts and rights off Lacey's face, punching her sleepy. Lacey looping and landing overhand lefts or rights, staggering Sarah and forcing Carter clinches. Agonizing to watch as girls fight on pride alone to bell, each pasting the other until ref moves in. With an unprecedented 3 drawn rounds, this one's a draw on all cards.

Girls and their seconds meet at midring to discuss terms. Banged up, busted up Lacey glaring at Sarah, says unequivocally: "I want more. Fight to the finish."

Official: "Challenger elects fighting overtime. Sarah?"

Carter stares at her nemesis for a full five count, then: "Decline. Champion accepts the draw."

Lacey's mouth drops in astonishment, then "You BYTCH!" She lunges for Carter as officials intervene; Sarah stepping back with an ice queen smirk on cruel lips.

Fight is ruled a draw: Sarah Carter retains the flyweight title in the cheapest, most spiteful way possible. Even Hayden tweets: "I can't believe Sarah. Even for her, that was cold."