Posted by Simguy on 2/11/2006, 9:25am.

Before: Dangerous fight both ways: Bellucci maybe the biggest and strongest vixen Carpenter’s ever boxed; Carpenter a sharpshooting slicksters who can make big swingers look foolish when she’s on. “To me, it’s a tossup.,” Carpenter shrugs, “I know Monica is an underrated talent and I just can’t make any mistakes with her. I know I can pick her game apart, but she’s the sort of fighter who can change your night with one punch. It’s going to be a nip-tuck test all night long.” Bellucci a European beauty who’s always done better fighting in the Mid than Stateside—she’s anxious to remove the stigma. “Americans love knockouts,” Monica shrugged, “and that’s not really my style. I like to wear a woman out, suffocate her struggles and extend things, but to get American PPV dates, I know I’ll have to be more explosive., Charisma is a good fit for me: I won’t have to go hunting for her.” Charisma in black “Veronica Mars” bikini, heavy gold ring connections: Monica in silver lamme bikini.

During R1: Carpenter showing a little leg early, up on her toes in spots—just a little change-up to upset Italian expectations. CC rotating clockwise, popping jabs to head and body, theh she settles down once she feels she’s established initiative. Supple, hamhanded stuff—CC leaning in with head and palming-gloves to crows, then leaning out (right under her chin, left across her body, left shoulder presented). Monica pawing her jab, looking for short right hands as girls come together. Carpenter separates herself with a pretty moment late: fading back from Monica, CC leans forward, prods with the right hand while dropping her back (right) foot back a smidge, then eases all her weight onto the right leg while sloshing a licking hook clean onto Monica’s chin, Silky smooth, smashing impact puts big Italian lass on her heels: it’s enough to steal Charisma an otherwise uneventful round.

R2: Stop and go stuff continues, punctuated by moments of nimble keg from Carpenter as she’ll box to take initiative away from Monica. Both girls adept at punch n’ clutch—falling in after tossing a right hand to smother the receipt. Carpenter cuter on the way out however—she’ll disengage ease her weight from left foot to right and pull the hook across Monica’s astonished mouth, catching the Italian coming in. Both girls reaching in brawny under the other’s arms, bodying the opponent to ropes for breaks. Carpenter establishes to paunch this round, working Monica consistently with cuffing, swatting lefts and rights occasionally drawing warnings for chopping the knife-edge of her hands in over Monica’s hips, Bellucci slightly flustered at the bell, breathing hard: Carpenter ‘s evil body puncher even giving up pounds.

R3: Carpenter basically in control—Monica pawing her jab, falling in behind right hands and not really working once she’s inside. CC showing all her looks—getting up on her toes in spots; fading to ropes with right under her chin, left across her body to slip n’ counter. CC luring Bellucci in and sampling Italian rib, jug, and tummy—Carpenter with that side to side rope-a-dope, dipping and countering up underneath into Monica’s firm, fleshy torso, Mouthwatering licks—Carpenter’s short, swatting clouts raising rose blotches all over Monica’s body—big woman starting to huff and puff, double clutch on shots as she presses Carpenter ineffectively at the ropes. CC smiling confidently, back badly rope-burned from the way she operates against them.

R4: Monica bulkier this round., making sure she pancakes Charisma against the ropes and forces her to feel the weight—ref really has to work to push Bellucci off. Mon still pawing the jab, but also palm-shoving Charisma in the shoulders; punching Charisma on her arms; riding forearms across CC’s upper back. Sneaky tricks of the big-woman trade, but it’s working—Carpenter still cute off the ropes, but not getting off near as snappy as she was. girls standing together close—Charisma’s arms around Bellucci—Monica just pounds away sledgehammer right hands in above CC;s left hip, shaking the Carpenter torso until ref pushes ‘em apart, Late the round, CC does nag at Bellucci’s ribs and tummy with those slick, slithering punches: CC just twisting to the side, pulling her punch in tucking licks against Monica for thumping leverage.

R5: Carpenter cozy off the ropes: when Monica tries to get big, tries to palm up or paw her jab, CC jabs-with—a sharp, scolding rebuke off the hip—stinging and startling her foe. Monica uncharacteristically wide—trying to knock Carpenter’s block off and it’s a mistake: CC getting the perfect landscape to slip n’ counter—dripping nifty side to side, tucking her punches in underneath Monica’s haymakers, Wheels falls off the Italian’s applecart—Monica missing, being tucked into, finally sinks to one breathless knee, right hand on the ropes for balance as CC struts happily to neutral corner. After 8, Monica again lured to ropes, and again, she goes head hunting wide: Carpenter makes her pay. Succulent, tucking lashes—Carpenter makes her pay. Succulent tucking lashes—Carpenter oily as she goes after expensive Italian paunch, heaving Italian jugs, proud Italian ribcage. CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! CC dipping side to side, pulling her shots thick and loud into pale brunette torso and once again, a pain-wracked Bellucci backs away while hugging her middle, sinking to one knee. Another 8—Bellucci glassy-eyed, ashen-faced: Carpenter lures her to ropes. Agonizing to watch a tired, gut-shot Monica trying to win this thing—punches slow, wide, tired---easily rolled as Carpenter works out of the pocket. CC’s punches so sharp, snappy and delicious in comparison—every punch a solid body shot connect---mitt bunching up thick meat n’ moist as belly, breasts and ribs all go on sale. ANOTHER sagging, gradual knockdown—poor Bellucci gurgling as she backs away in pain, hugs herself and takes a knee. She’s not getting up—CC struts, lifts her mitts and crows in triumph as the ref counts a weepy Monica out near mid ring. KO5 Charisma Carpenter.

After: Bit of a surprise—Monica losing patience and composure, goes for the big, American-pleasing KO and gets her body handed to her in pieces by a heartless Charisma Carpenter.   a bit of a shock,” a sweaty, but beaming CC chirps in postfight. “I had trained for a grueling 10 rounder, but she gave up a lot of body tonight—I was just getting insane looks underneath. I just don’t think she scouted me very well—we often have the same problem fighting Europeans. I think she thought I was an undersized welter she could have as a kind of smack en route to bigger names. NOT!”

Reposted by Archer 6/17/13.