Posted by simguy 8-20-04

Thanks to Ginny for this repost.

Jones badly beaten by Garner - only natural Catherine would search out her personal blonde soother to salve the hurt and patch up the ol' ego. Normally tense rivalry made moreso when BLONDE! magazine exposes emails from Jones to her agent wherein plans are made, in cold-blooded fashion, to smother Jewel ("despoil" her in Jones' words) after an assumed KO victory - how to handle the officials, how to brush back any Krusher interference, so on and so forth. FCBA not amused - post fight shenanigans have been tolerated up until now on the basis that they are spur of the moment, tempestuous expressions of emotion - not cruel calculation. Needless to say - Kilcher heavily motivated by the scandal. "I can't believe she's just writing me off!" Outraged blonde says, eyes flashing. "She's always treated me with contempt, but this idea that she's counting on knocking me out, then having her way with me...it's unspeakable. I won't stand for it: Catherine Zeta Jones is in for the fight of her worthless life." Jones in red bikini, Jewel in black (normally only worn for Zeta Jones incidentally) tie side bottoms. Girls refusing to touch gloves during instructions - they're way beyond that at this point.

Rd 1: JEWEL GOES JUG! Blonde pouring herself at the Zeta Jones torso, pulsing lefts and rights rising up into the offending sacks - Kilcher sending a pointed message to the intended authors of her humiliation. Jones hammered straight back to the ropes - eyes wide - she's trying to cover herself up but the Kilcher punching's too intense. JEWEL GETS NAILED! Kilcher recklessly dipping n' digging, hanging her chin out there - Jones finally able to twist and tag Jewel a tangy counter hook. Kilcher staggering to her left - Jones walking her down, pounding blows off the back of blonde's head to drive her to the ropes and DOWN TO HER KNEES! Jewel rattled - Jones takes the opportunity to punch a cheap right hand into the left ear as the ref bodies up to enforce the knockdown. Kilcher takes 8, hands at temples, butt in the ropes as HERE COMES ZETA JONES! Jones lifting Jewel's chin up pretty the lead left uppercut, then slashing at gut the hook, shoving home a slutty right up underneath the breasts - poor Jewel's ramshackle. Jones butting her head through Jewel's gloves, straightening the blonde and helping herself to trembling Kilcher gut. Punching after the bell? You bet - Jones slapping paunch saucy lefts and rights, then digging a cheap late low blow to sink Jewel groaning into the ropes as ref barges in. Harsh lecture for Zeta Jones as she storms back to her corner.

Rd 2: The calm, cruel precision of Catherine Zeta Jones. CZJ with the left shoulder pointed at Jewel, using it to nudge and bump her, stepping around it to either side while dragging that front foot in a bucket. Snatching hooks - in above the hip, licked to the tits, clouting the chin. Short right hands - overtop to the mouth, sunk in tuff beneath the breastline. Jones merciless along the ropes, stepping with Jewel and working her flanks, digging up into her rack - just a thorough bell to bell rub down as CZJ keeps Kilcher hurting.

Rd 3: Girls trade whistling rights, come-back hooks and CZJ GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Jones stamping hurt on the spot, gloves panicky at her temples - Jewel rings a gorgeous sweeping right off the ribs to draw a shout of pain from the hated brunette. Catherine slinking away, spits out her mouthpiece and gets a ref's break to retrieve it: cagey. Catherine tentative from then on - spritzing don't-hurt-me jabs, using her legs and changing directions to shake the pursuit, occasionally bending into potshotting rights. Kilcher the aggressor, eyes uncharacteristically hard as she walks Jones down, just looking to put leather on meat as Catherine runs the ring.

Rd 4: Jewel hounding, pounding her girl bell to bell. Kilcher brawny with Jones slouched at the ropes - Jewel keeping her cheek on top of Jones' head as CZJ bends forward - blonde reaching down the body to wallop those flanks. Kilcher using a little shoulder-bump/hook routine to touch up Jones' paunch - blonde working that spoiled little belly with heartless spank. Jones morose, keeping one hand at her cheek, the other cross her gut as she twists her shoulders, alternating hand position, trying to relieve the pressure.

Rd 5: Midring, Jewel misses a right hand over the top - Jones sharp as she slips under it, hooks the ribs, hooks the jaw and puts Jewel wobbly butt early. Jones digging into the midsection: head down, shoulders rotating, backing Jewel up under a beefy bombardment of lefts and rights. Jones on Jewel at the ropes - Kilcher keeping her hands high, bending at the waist - Catherine using her left shoulder to prod, snatching at patches of Kilcher-meat inside and around the elbows. Most of the heat directed to the offending paunch - Jones taking care to light Jewel up quick clipping uppercuts and stuff home the odd jug-shot in a brisk-punching fifth.

Rd 6: Wow - latina body war breaks out as both girls lean in mouth on shoulder and dig away. Short, pumping blows, girls bending forward and working up underneath - both ribcages soaking up concussive bombs, flesh pinking up nicely. Jones more apt to step around her girl, turning Jewel, pushing her behind the elbows, creating little angles inside. Catherine loves to dig a left to Jewel's liver off the front foot, then ease onto the right foot to wipe the doubled-up left across face or jug - tuff smudging contact. Kilcher landing the harder shots, but getting negotiated a bit - Jones also mixing up the punches more - helping herself to rack, tidying up the chin hooks and uppercuts - It's a CZJ round, but hotly contested toe to toe.

R7: Jewel! Kilcher won't go away - every time Jones looks like she's putting her stamp on this bout, blonde answers the call. Catherine under siege along the ropes - desperately covering up, then twisting, bending, finally clinching shamelessly to get breaks. Jones warned for intentionally spitting her mouthpiece out to stop the clock, warned for throwing her shoulder at Jewel's mouth in close-quarters. Kilcher relentless, pushed back by the ref when Jones ties up, then wading back in, bringing hamhanded destruction to the Zeta Jones gut. Catherine moist-eyed at the bell, wrapping up tight around Jewel's elbows, hanging on for dear life.

R8: Hard fought two way. Again, Kilcher's feet exposed a little by the crafty brunette - Jones able to step around as they lean in together, walking Jewel into business-like uppercuts on the chin. Kilcher seemingly unfazed, taking shock on her ribs, tits and chin and answering back lusty - Kilcher just beating her hands off Catherine's achy ribs, hips, and even getting into that rack with plenty of forearm on follow through. Bruising fare - Jones' guile gives her the points, but her chest is heaving, mouth gulping air as Jewel chests up at the bell to force eye contact.

R9: Groan from the crowd as Catherine walks Jewel into a harsh left hook to the trunks - little shoulder bump and another crotch tap - Jewel paralyzed, hands at her temples, momentarily dazzled by the cheapness. Jones easing into Jewel, walking her backwards, licking hooks across the abdomen, reaching the left arm under Jewel's right to open her up then thrusting home the right to the sternum. Methodical beat down, Jones on Kilcher at the ropes - Catherine just keeping her body on Jewel, ringing up the waistline, tugging hooks across the chin, clipping right uppercuts in. Jewel not answering back, eyes glassy, permanently stooped forward in a mindless I'm-Hurt pose. Jones can't resist: bell sounds - Jones bumps the shoulder, packs the left hand in between Jewel's thighs and bodies up to slump a throbbing Jewel into the ropes as the ref moves in. (Camera zooms in: Jewel's eyes closed, faced tight with pain, hair sweaty around her face as Jones leans in ear to ear with hurting blonde beneath her).

R10: Catherine nice n' easy - knows she's got it won - just stepping left around her jab, right hand at her chest ready to ream Jewel up the middle. Kilcher crouching, blocking shots with a high guard, turning - for a minute she just poses for Jones, then suddenly pulls a sweeping right hand over top the biting CZJ jab. Catherine rung up on her face, sputtering to her right - walking barrage Jewel, bangs Jones to the ropes! Catherine dipping, digging to crotch - Jewel answers right back, bunching up those red trunks and sitting Jones gasping into the ropes. JEWEL BREAKS OUT THE CROW BAR! Kilcher leaning in, hands a-pumping back and forth into that quivering belly and throbbing ribs and JONES GOES DOWN! Catherine wilting to all fours, sobbing for air - Jewel bodied back - a badly rattled CZJ beats the count on haughty pride alone. ON COMES JEWEL! Jewel swinging hard over the top as Jones leans back on the ropes, then digs up underneath as girls fall in together - Catherine all used up, unable to punch, barely able to clinch - she's desperately wrapping up as Kilcher writhes and wriggles to get in extra punches. Bell sounds - Jewel piling on - ref leaping in and Jones collapses in exhaustion. Comes back UD10 close...Catherine Zeta Jones!

After: Odd sight of Jones on her stool, unable to stand to receive the announcement, being awarded the victory as Jewel stomps angrily around the ring,

exhorting the crowd to boo. Catherine's eyes closed, head tilted back, mouth open like she's dying of thirst - Jewel just laid a withering beating on CZJ late and came heartbreakingly close to the upset. AND JEWEL WANTS EXTRA! Kilcher snarling as she charges the Jones corner, wrestles CZJ to her feet, packs her into the corner and hoists a beefy thigh thick and moist amidships! Jones crying out, doubling forward winded - Jewel muscles her upright, blonde with her left foot on the bottom rope for leverage and KILCHER CLAMPS ON THE SMOTHER! Jewel sliding the reverse sleeper strong around Jones' head - dark locks all tangled and matted as brawny blonde biceps and shoulders take over. Jewel getting her weight up on Jones, bending the brunette's head back over the turnbuckle, pouring on the jug - Jones' arms flail piteously, then grow feeble - pushing weakly at Kilcher's ribs, or reaching round her back to pull helplessly at the shoulders. Kilcher's teeth clinched, lips pulled back as she pours it on, shifting her weight now and again, letting her hooters do the hard work of putting Jones out. Camera close-up catches Jewel's tanned belly breathing in and out strong, seemingly bullying and oppressing the shuddering, pale tummy of Jones directly underneath (hello Pulitzer). Finally, officials move in - three strong men having to work hard to pull Jewel's constricting arms and chest from the smothered prey as Kilcher refuses to release. When Jones comes around, she's all woozy and livid - spluttering at officials that SHE won the fight - demanding justice for Jewel's outrageous postfight attack. Kilcher hot n' saucy across the ring, hamming it up, pointing to her chest and nodding big - somebody sure enjoyed herself tonight