(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Posted by simguy on 11/17/2006, 6:21 am

Before: Contentious prefight conferences see Mish and Natalie frequently shoving each other, precipitating nasty little altercations as officials struggle to maintain order - BSE/HISC stable rivalry reaching a boiling point these days. "They started it," an indignant Mish gripes at the podium. "They're the ones who taunt and carry the celebrations too far - they're the ones who've been coming at us all year long. I hope Nat got a good long look at what I did to her buddy Lohan, 'cause I'm heaping more of the same on Portman once I knock her ass out!" Portman more agitated than usual, more confrontational - BSE lasses have learned the hard way not to back down from wolfpackers. "WE started it?" Natalie blurts in astonishment, right hand splayed all innocent at her chest, eyes wide. "How many times has the entire HISC stable corner-mounted a beaten fighter after regulation time has expired? How many girls have they humiliated en masse? We're just not taking it any more, that's all - now the shoe's on the other foot and Mishy can't handle it. And you know what? We have no intention of letting up. When I knock MISHY out, I'm mounting her, in her corner, and I don't care who knows it!" Gauntlet thrown: frosty glares, seething looks all 'round. Mishy in leopard print push up, sturdy red low-rise boy cut bottoms, small black gloves. Nat in sturdy navy bandeau bikini, tidy battle-bun hair, small black gloves.

During R1: Nat briskly boxing, peppering Mishy bell to bell. Portman working her left hand, stepping into firm stances, pumping jabs, swiping hooks, jerking left uppercuts, then sidestepping either Mishy flank. Williams covering up, blocking a fair amount of pesky leather, then emerging, batting her mitts together, looking to slug but finding Nat's rotated to safety. Bell: Hot glare, Nat - she forces eye contact; Mish pursing her lips in disdain, as though nothing Portman did mattered in the first.

R2: Portman still dictating, stitching in the left hand, freezing Mishy, then hook-hooking her ear as brunette starts striping blonde combinations. Second minute, Natalie's stepping up the pace - body shots flowing from both hands, cramping Mishy up - right hands mixing in off the jab, followed by biting hooks: more and more of this stuff is getting through. Williams on her heels, frowning - Nat's second and third punches in combination are scoring. Down the stretch, Portman gambles, stepping on the gas to see what's what: Mishy backs to ropes with a groan as Nat POUNDS a pumping 6 punch set of rights and lefts to paunch. BEATDOWN! Mish butt-in-ropes, stooped forward earmuff: Portman SCOURING her with lithe-limbed lather - clawing, digging, doubling up either hand. Furious jug-mugging sees Mishy's rack bumped and bumped, then it's chin via carving uppercuts Natalie's taking. WILLIAMS TAKES A KNEE! Crowd roaring to it's feet - Portman seething, stepping back, eyes blazing: poor Mishy dizzy, stunned, shaking her tousled head as she takes a moment to regroup on her knee. Big 10-8 Nat - her best start ever against Mish has Portman pitching a shutout through 2.

R3: Jab, jab, jab - Natalie stitching into Mish - brunette in a slight crouch, right hand under her chin as she taps her left hand against Mishy's left eye. Williams grimacing, hands up to parry - her weight's back, very tentative posture from a bewildered blonde. Mishy trying the odd angry over-hand right - but Natalie's seeing it well, hopping away. Portman's legs as impressive as her left hand technique - she's motoring to either side, and when she plants weight, she's very solid in her stance, pushing off ball of right foot for biting leverage on her poke. Mishy's composure breaks late - she's been peppered, stung, and bedevilled through 3 - she finally charges recklessly at Natalie, screaming in frustration. Portman calmly sidestepping, leaning away, parrying shots - Natalie playing the perfect cool matadora to Mishy's raging bull - blonde led a merry chase as she can't land angry leather late.

R4: Nat up off her stool and TACKLED BY MISHY INTO BSE CORNER! Ring rattling impact - Mishy leaving her corner before the bell piles into Nat to begin festivities in brawling fashion. Portman clouted half a dozen clubbing blows before she knows what's happening - Nat sliding to her right along ropes, trying to relieve pressure. Williams lips curled back from teeth as she bounces hard right hands off the dome of Natalie's head, comes back into Nattie's ribs that fat left hook, then bodies up to make Portman take weight in the ropes. Swarming, suffocating pressure - Williams tummying up at every opportunity, hitting Nat with both hands, both elbows, and plenty of forehead in rough, rude clinches. Ref barking warnings, occasionally slapping Mishy's hand off the ropes as she attempt to pin Nat down - but he's letting blonde work. Portman's ears ringing - she can't get off the apron - sliding all the way to neutral corner under heavy fire - Mishy stepping-with. Natalie tries to slug-with, but she's too jostled and bullied to get any leverage - Williams slamming back with barbaric intensity beats down the exchanges. Portman rocked and rocked again - this is a succulent, savage beating she's bravely facing into. Final minute - Natalie's legs trembling - brunette issues a series of desperate clinches, hanging off Mish and bringing the ref in for breaks. Nat eyelashes fluttering, nose bleeding - but she limps to the bell, successfully bogging Williams down to get out of the round. Mishy strutting to BSE corner and treating them to a sexy little dance-on-the spot, all shoulders and hips and challenging eyes as Williams earns a 10-8 without the knockdown.

R5: Natalie P answers, and answers, with vigour. Portman back to the jab - peppering, poking, stinging - she restores order midring, has Mishy flinching, covering up, blocking rather than brawling. Judicious right hands from Nat - straight from the shoulder - penetrating Mishy's guard and punching her flush in the mouth, or between the eyes. Nice doubled-up hook from Portman - taking Mishy ear/ear, or body/ear, or ear/body - Williams frowning in complaint at the bite. Nat not neglecting the midsection - shoeshining Mishy to get her stooped forward, and even pulling HARD hooks across William's bulging cleavage. Just sidestepping footwork from Nat - she's boxing from angles, always in range to punch, just turning Mish and touching her for points in the fifth.

R6: Hot two-way tossing - both vixens figuring each other out and taking turns punishing one another. Nat complete her work on Mishy's left eye this round, finally tap-tap-tapping it shut. Williams mounts several successful walking barrages to drive Nat ropeside, bludgeoning brunette as she rolls her torso on wide-spread feet at the apron. Girls digging tummy as they lay in mouth-on-shoulder - Portman determined to stand and work with Mish when brunette's not boxing. Mishy warned for using her small mitts to tug at Natalie's bandeau top, pulling and spinning the brunette. Portman responds with a left-hand tug of Mishy's crimson waistband, lashing blonde looping overhand rights as Mishy's covering up late. Nat seething back to her corner, matching Mish tug for tug in a hard working sixth.

R7: Natalie's output dropping - she's elusive in the first minute, sidestepping and slipping well - but Mishy's relentless attacks finally put Portman's back to ropes in the second minute. Steady, bludgeoning stuff - Williams able to establish position, club at Natalie's flanks, head and shoulders, all while bodying up to keep Nat pinned down. Portman cute defensively - elbows in, chin tucked - she'll turn her shoulders, dip side to side, bend at the waist. Portman taking the edge off Mishy's shots, but Williams the clear aggressor, handing out punishment in the 7th.

R8: Steady two-way banging - Natalie indulging Mishy toe-to-toe, tousle-to-tousle, chest-to-chest. Girls tightening up stroke, taking turns digging amidships and ribs. Both carving little uppercuts inside, then following up immediately to body. Both club and clout one another about the ears, beating each other in little circles around the ring. Both enjoy moments of tugging-dominance - the left hand controlling the other girl's britches at the waistband, the right hand clubbing at her defenses as the victim covers up and soaks the beating. Bell: Portman getting a little talking-to in her corner, "Nat - box this girl down the stretch ok? Pop the jab and step around - baby you're laying in with her and she's catching up, ok? We know you're tuff - SHE knows you're tuff - now get out there and be SMART."

R9: More grinding forehead-to-forehead brutality - Natalie willfully ignoring her corner to join Mish in the muck. Both girls establishing rhythm - pushing in on each other to swat short, curling punches into offending paunch, rib or jaw. Slender arms taking turns writhing for position underneath - plenty of loose-limbed, casual holding and hitting going on as girls jockey and stagger for position inside. Warnings start to flow - for the holding, for the tousle-grinding, for the shoulder-butts to either mouth, for the little top and trunk tugs both girls use to pull at each other. Bell: Mishy flashing a confident, weary little grin - raising her right mitt - she's slowly banging it out of a very stubborn Nat Portman through 9.

R10: Nat still mixing it up face-on-face - but picking her spots: she's back to boxing first, brawling second. Mishy scowling as Nat jabs midring, steps around - blonde parrying and bobbing, clearly impatient with the necessity of working her way in now. Hot-tossing when they DO body up - both girls erupting with busy shoe-shines and combinations to trembling bellies and quivering jugs. Outside, it's Nat - her jab skidding off Mishy's sweaty scalp, or tapping into her face - her right hands dropping in with sharp, moist cracks, scoring nicely to Mishy's head. Nat's hook landing prettily in MIshy's ribs - brunette weight on left (front) foot as she digs it PAK! into blonde body when Williams covers up. Bell: Nat's banged out the 10th - both girls very anxious as they stand at midring awaiting decision. Comes back UD10...Nat Portman!

After: Portman shrieking "YES!" - lifting hands high as Mish stays stoic, staring into the canvas. Nat chirping, jabbing her finger into Mishy's chest: "I kicked your ASS! Big, bad Mishy - all beat up. Nice EYE Mish - bet that smarts..." Williams glaring, pushes Natalie hard in her shoulders - out of nowhere there's Lohan, shoving Mishy from her left side, staggering blonde sideways. Eliza's in, Claire's in - Mishy comes back swinging a taped right hand at Lohan and ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE! Security rushing the ring as mini-brawl erupts. As order is thinly imposed, separating the two sides - Garner's shouting at O'Dell: "What the HELL, Jen? Your girls are out of control!" O'Dell shouting back: "Handle your pups Jen, or I'll do it for you!" Back and forth - things breaking down as BSE takes another bite out of HISC prestige tonight.

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