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7 December 2012 Title Ch Sarah Carter vs Julianne Hough

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UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by simguy on December 7, 2012, 9:31 am

BEFORE: "I'm going to take the crown from Sarah," a cocky/brazen Hough boasts in prefight, "and there's not a damn thing she can do about it! I'm better and prettier; I'm faster and more agile; I'm younger and bendier. I'm everything Sarah wished she could have been in her prime, but wasn't. Sarah's too muscly now...it's hard for her to make flyweight, and when she does, she's slower than she used to be. I'm just going to eat her up! I'm going to be champ, and it's going to be like the sun coming up after a long, cold night!"

Carter non-plussed...she's heard the talk; she knows Hough's a close type-rival and a pro-dancer to boot, but Sarah's every inch the champion at podium. "Julianne's cocky," Sarah allows. "Good for her - she'll need that when I'm taking her apart. She'll need her pride, because I'm going to strip away everything else in this fight. This is MY division. I own it, and everyone in it. I'm the most dominant champion in boxing, and Julianne's a great dancer: do the math. If she's the sun, then fine: get ready for never-ending night folks, 'cause I'm not giving into Hough's bluff!"

Julianne in metallic dark green bikini; small black mitts; dutch braid. Sarah in gold bikini; small black mitts; long low ponytail with bangs bracketing her cheeks. During staredown - Sarah's frosty; Julianne grinning, raising her eyebrows in challenge...Carter whirls away rather than touch gloves, nearly ponylashing Juli across the mouth!

R1: Girls lope in wide counter-clockwise circle - relaxed sliding and hopping - each just trying to signal she's the leggier. Hands loose at chests, arms limber/relaxed...when one dances into attack range, the other glides out, looking to bait the other close and counter. Julianne opens the scoring with a beautiful one-two a minute in, clipping Sarah sharply across the mouth, turning her head, buckling her knees. Hough grinning, high-spirited, but failing to follow up...she banks that stiff touch, takes to her legs and forfeits the rest of the round as Carter gives chase. Sarah making grazing contact on a variety of lashing blows, but elusive Julianne bends, slips and dances her way out of trouble, happy to ride her one big moment to points.

R2: Leg show continues as sinuous vixens lope the ring early, then gradually curl in towards each other to get work done. Julianne spitting a stitching double jab as she traverses to her left; Sarah weaving, crouching, jabbing back as Juli's flat tummy. Darting in and out, both girls lash sidearm buggywhip right hands to offending leftside lats - small gloves landing with angry "PAK!" noises on contact with lightly bronzed, tightly-conditioned flesh. Close and competitive, but Hough busier and nastier - landing both the buggywhip right wide, and the gouging left uppercut inside to punish Sarah's torso through 2.

R3: Same wide-ranging action - girls roaming in circles, then darting in to attack; leaping away from receipts. Vicious buggywhip right hands lash at flanks as either girl will bend in and drag the lick home. Dip-n'-dig left uppercuts chew at toned sternums - both girls arching bendy-backs and popping hips-right to gouge home the body shots. Head punching all but impossible: stitch-quick jabs scuff and poke at brows and cheeks, making grazing contact against willowy torso-movement. Once again it's Hough getting the extra bit of business done - outboxing Sarah at her own fight through 3 heats. Bell: Demure, yet somehow cocky/insufferable smile from Julianne back to her corner; angry-butt stomping from a frustrated Carter en route to hers.

R4: Sarah feinting Juli early, then surprising her via leaping lead right hand poke to mouth...Hough's head kicks back - she backpedals in wonder...Sarah lunges again, puts a second straight-poke right onto mouth and DOWN GOES HOUGH! Juli on her glutes, hands behind her for balance...she's a shocked little vixen, looking up as Sarah glares down all ice-queen satisfaction. Hough up in good shape for her 8, but forced to cover up face-in-gloves under a savage, lashing Carter clean-up flurry...Sarah lathering small mitts to either flank, beating her rival's ribcage pink. Hough bruised, but rallying - fighting her way off ropes with gambling right uppercut/pivot right to spin out from under...leads to hot pursuit from Sarah as Julianne legs out the clock to bell.

R5: Juli anxious to get the knockdown back...she turns puncher, falls prey to Sarah's clever bait-and-switch tactics. Carter goading Juli with the jab - touching her in the belly; backhand slapping her tits...Hough punching angry right hands in receipt, only to catch roll-and-counter right hands from Sarah hot to body. Carter landing right uppercuts and wide-whipping right roundhouses to midsection, across waist, and upon the flank...she's lashing Juli tasty, then leaping away to the right, maintaining a counter-clockwise rotation for the most part. Bell: Sarah making a point of gazing at Julianne's ribcage while raising her eyebrows...all the world can see the harsh pink tracks of Carter's lashing blows upon Hough's toned torso.

R6: Less leg, more torso as girls assume flat-footed stances - dipping/rolling/twisting in front of one another while lashing away both mitts. Succulent stuff - like a couple of boxing cobras - the girls pressing fists into cheeks, keeping elbows in tight while rolling-torso, then looking to uncoil at just the right moment to stripe the opponent. Lashing strikes to the flanks; digging hooks and uppercuts up into breadbaskets and breasts...both girls still failing to find chin with any consistency. Sarah probably ekes out the round on the strength of a shoving right to solar-plexus that punches Juli back a step...Hough's punching visibly weaker after she absorbs that shot.

R7: Juli feints, then triggers a sneaky lead right, poking Sarah on the chin, driving champ into ropes at the stagger! Carter buzzed, staring, but rallying: she sets up a rolling pocket on wide-braced A-frame legs at ropes, slugging back at an aggressive Julianne. Hough snarling as she attempts to clean up - bending this way and that into slinging lefts or rights, missing over the top as Sarah slips under. Both women resume their lithe, flailing body assaults - dipping and twisting on the spot to torque supple wallops high to the lats, or cruelly tracking punch across rival tummies/ribs. Carter able to fight Juli to standstill off the apron, but unable to take control...Hough works hard to take points in bitter toe-to-toe slugging.

R8: Sarah slips outside a Hough right, answers back a cruel, gouging left uppercut clean to sternum: Julianne's legs give a shimmy as her face pinches tight with gut-shot agony! Hough shying away with how-could-you eyes...Sarah walking her down with cold because-I'm-champion eyes. Vicious body assault - Sarah to Julianne - leads to Hough clinching...Juli grimacing, mouth open on Sarah's shoulder until ref's breaks. Carter grim-faced, just keeping the pressure on...she's getting nibbled a bit coming in, but she's staying on the ribcage - really sinking in that wide right limber-limbed hack deep to Juli's ribs.

R9: Juli ashen faced off her stool, wincing with body-pain, a little suspect through the legs...Sarah sees it all in a glance, leaps to the attack. Hough driven ropeside, forming face-in-gloves as she sags butt-in-ropes...CARTER'S UNLEASHING! OH those merciless buggywhip rights taking Juli in above left hip, behind left elbow. OH those jagged left uppercuts wedging in between Juli's elbows, digging for 'plexus. NO! Now there's kidney punching swabbing back and forth across Juli's taut lower back as she bends low in the pocket. When she straightens stiffly up and lays back in ropes, her waist goes on sale - immediately striped by strafing Carter right hands. It's all too much...Julianne helpless, cringing in ropes behind her mitts...Sarah's cruel mitts chopping and hacking at lean dancer-meat - a series of dreadful buggywhipping right hands thumping against Julianne's left flank and HOUGH GOES DOWN! Juli chopped down like a willow-tree, curling up on her left side with her back to Sarah, arms hugging her battered body...Carter shrieking "YEAH!" as she looms over her foe before ref can push her away. It's over - poor Julianne beaten fetal, eyes close, lips pursed open as she lays down for 10. KO9 in heartless fashion, Sarah Carter.

After: Carter turning back perhaps her most dangerous challenger to date - finally solving Julianne's lithe dancer's mobility with hardhearted body-lash. "She wanted a nip-and-tuck boxing match," Sarah states coldly in postfight, "but I wasn't having any of that. She was effective early when her legs were fresh, but I knew what to do with her. The more I got to her body, the more she faded. The last few rounds were pure misery for her, I can tell you that. She knew it was over - that I had her, and I was just systematically taking her apart - but there was nothing she could do to turn the tide. Bottom line, I'm the best there is at flyweight. I've flattened the division. You guys need to put me on the pound for pound lists. You need to vote me in for Fighter of the Year. It's time to start talking about me the way you talk about HISC fighters, because I'm better than those girls."