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18 January 2013 Title Ch Sarah Carter vs Kristen Bell

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Posted by simguy on January 18, 2013, 10:18 am

BEFORE: "I've been the best fighter in the division for years," Bell states categorically, "but I haven't had the political clout you need to be champion: Sarah has, so she is. But sooner or later, you've got to prove you deserve a belt around your waist, and that's usually when girls like Carter get exposed. FINALLY, I'm going to be in the ring when Sarah stumbles, and it'll be my fists that cause the collapse. I'm going to break the HISC/Foxfire stranglehold on those belts, and you guys can thank me for it when Sarah's twitching at my feet!"

Carter non-plussed, highly motivated: KBell's one of her oldest rivals. "Kristen and I have been enemies forever," Sarah says, almost wistful about the relationship. "I will admit that once upon a time, we were on a par - it was an even-money contest between us, and the competition was sharp, hot, and brutal. You can't say that now. Bell's never been the girl she could have been after Lacey knocked her out...and if you can't comfortably put Lacey in your back pocket, you can't compete with Sarah Carter. I'm too strong now; my skills are too honed; I've grown as a fighter while Kristen's basically the same old girl she used to be. I'm looking for a rivalry-ending beatdown here - something that will really ram home the point to Kris that I'm better, and will be from now on."

Gold bikini for Sarah; long low pony with bracket-bangs framing face; small black gloves. Kristen in baby blue bikini with a soft, quilted texture; small grey gloves; frisky high pony with beach-girl bangs. Glacial ice-blue glares both ways during staredown: no one even makes an ironic, half-hearted move to touch gloves.

During R1: Blondes bouncy in respective stances...hands up/elbows in - both girls using feints to loosen the other up. Sarah with a lithe, whippy action on slap-chop right hand counters if Krissy looks like she's pouncing in; shorter Bell bobbing, moving her head, showing the jab to Sarah's tummy, though coming up short early. Midway through, lunging lead right hand scores for Sarah, catching Krissy's chin before Bell can get out of range: Kristen put wobbly butt as she stumbles forward/to her left as Carter turns-with to attack. Sarah pouncing in with strong, slinging right hands - getting her back into the blows, jamming 'em to Kristen's jaw; shooting a kind of left cross off the lead (left) leg, grazing Bell's mouth. Kristen raked to the ropes, but recovering well...she's soon hopping to her right along perimeter, legging out the remaining seconds as Sarah's a cautious stalker to bell.

R2: Same thing: cautious, classy feeling-out first minute leads to a rangy right hand scoring blow for Sarah, unhinging Kristen's knees, causing Bell to sputter out of orbit. As Carter presses her attack, Bell shows her poise - blocking-and-rolling in the pocket, riding out the worst of Sarah's hateful buggywhip right hands to body and raking right/lefts up top, then engaging Carter with snappy combinations at closer ranges down the stretch. Sarah frowning at the break...she's hurting KBell, getting the range here, but can't get sturdy Kristen off her feet through 2.

R3: KBell adjusting...taking little half-steps back to create gaps, coaxing Sarah into giving up her height. Carter pouncing into swift one-twos, but coming up short/getting nailed riposte one-twos on her head and shoulders. Once Carter's gunshy from counters, Bell goes over to offence, double jabbing to close, then snatching her clever fists off Sarah's sleek ribcage. Effective body punching has Carter grumpy, grimacing, flat-footed...KBell moves in pate to pate, chugs both hands hup-hup-hup to gut, then comes up top via ringing hooks to chin. SARAH'S ROCKED! Carter's long legs give a shimmy...she backs away all how-could-you eyes...KBell frisky as puppies in pursuit - stepping in a hard jab to face; cleaning up via overhand rights to head/left hooks to breasts, seeing Sarah ropeside in a fog.

R4: Savage battle joined as Sarah tries to win back control while Bell slugs furiously to retain it. Withering two-way punches...Carter driving Bell back via pouncing lead rights/rising left hooks: Bell bobbing and slipping in the pocket, countering first to ribs, then looking to clean up chin...both girls come away bruised, frazzled from the engagements. Down the stretch, Kristen in nice oily groove...she slips just outside Sarah's slicing right crosses, leaning into Carter with stubby right hands inside Sarah's right, punching Carter's chin. Sarah stubborn enough to absorb several of these crashing blows...she finishes up wobbly-butt, disheveled, and demoralized as Kristen evens the fight.

R5: Savage back and forth action - Sarah raking lean one-twos over Kristen's bobbing front; Bell bouncing small-mitt counters off ribcage with authority, then cleaning up whenever Sarah lingers too long in the hot-zone. Blistering two way sees both girls start to diminish...Carter breaks off to circle to her right, dangling left hand at her side while glaring over left shoulder. Bell pounces, but runs herself into Sarah's limber up-jab...CARTER now countering - lifting intercept-poke into Bell; sliding away in wide stance, then leaning into slinging right hands to paste Kristen's face. Bell well-spanked late, dropping a close round as Sarah makes tactical adjustments on the fly.

R6: Sarah steely-eyed, roaming to her right - arms relaxed, even just dangling at her thighs whenever she's committed to simply legging away from pressure. Kristen having difficulty closing...Sarah's up-jab a constant nuisance; Sarah's sliding, slinging right hands a serious threat. Bell bobbing defensively, keeping dukes at cheeks...Carter begins to deploy vicious buggywhip right hand chops against the KBell left hip off the counter-clockwise rotation. Pained wincing/slowed reactions from Bell...she's getting touched up here...Sarah judging distance exquisitely, starting to pull away from her rival.

R7: Similar stuff - Sarah circling, legs giving her initiative and position; Sarah dictating distance, legging away from pressure, then curling back in to stripe KBell slicing rights and stiff jabs up off the hip. Final minute, Carter off a neat feint drops a belting right onto Kristen's chin, toggling her head, causing her right foot to step too far forward. Bell distraught, wobbly-butt, but proving doughty as Sarah pounces in, only to meet a whirling blizzard of punches from a combo-punching wizard who's not done yet.

R8: Sarah elects to push all her chips in, reading Kristen's gas tank on "empty": mistake as Bell digs in, walks Sarah close and lights her up. Withering stuff as Sarah penetrates Bell's airspace to brawl in Kristen's pocket, but KBell's hands too quick: Kris bobbing on the spot, bouncing mitts off ribs/tummy; slipping receipts; cashing in chin off Sarah's misses. Sarah not shutout - she's landing hard uppercuts and nasty whip-limbed sidearm right hands wide to body, but Kristen in command, staying compact, retreating in good order, walking her girl into clean, biting counters. Carter hurt down the stretch, sputtering forward on stiff legs, reaching for Krissy's head to clinch...Bell just ducking-and-stepping back, cracking Sarah stout rights and lefts on the chin as champ goes wobbly-butt at bell.

R9: Delicious feint from Sarah leaves Krissy open: Carter pouring in all long and lithe, pasting the right hand across Bell's mouth/over Bell's left shoulder, turning her head, punching her mouthpiece across the ring, putting her wobbly butt. Bell staring, glassy-eyed as she spills out of her stance...she's a tragic parody of a pretty blonde, stepping on her heels, trying to find her balance. Sarah circling shark-like, smelling blood in the water...she moves in off Kristen's left shoulder; scuffs the jab across Bell's breasts, then lashes a hateful buggywhip right wide to the back, stroking Bell hot above left hip. Kristen bleats in pain, knees unhinging...she retreats into ropes for support, right hand on top strand. Sarah wades in without a trace of pity in glacial eyes, pushing her left hand onto Krissy's face to turn Bell's right side into ropes. Kristen bends forward, covering up, her left flank presented as she huddles against ropes: Sarah's left hand continues to push Krissy's head down, while Carter gets her lissome back into grotesque, thumping buggywhip right hands - just bending into hacks as though whipping a slave-girl. Oh, the sound of these blows - the thud of fist off overheated girl-meat - Sarah just plastering away, heartlessly strapping kidney. Bell sobbing, eases herself hands and haunches...she's a tragic sight trying to pull herself up by the ropes, only to find that her legs have gone numb. That's it: KBell can't get off her haunches...Sarah struts the ring hands-high with a KO9.

After: Brutal fouling conclusion only leads to even more hard feelings between elite blondes...Bell bitterly contesting the verdict after the fact - getting into it verbally with Hayden as well as Sarah as officials gradually intervene. "She needs to get it through her thick skull," Sarah glares in postfight, "I'm too strong for Kristen now. She can't cope - you saw her whining; you saw her quitting on her knees...she's not on my level any more. Listen: I am - and have been for months now - the hottest fighter in boxing. I want some damn recognition! While Amanda Righetti's sputtering and finding ways to fail, I'm beating hell out of all comers! I want to start seeing my name on P4P lists - hell - let's start talking about me as an all-TIME flyweight. Who could've beaten me from the 50s or 60? You think Barbara Bel Geddes could've gone the distance with me? Come on! BLONDE! Mag: where's my cover? I'm freaking GLORIOUS and I want people kneeling and kissing my ring, damn-it!"