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23 July 2011 Sarah Michelle Gellar vs Mila Kunis

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Sarah Michelle Gellar 09.jpg Mila Kunis 07.jpg

CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on 7/23/2011, 10:15 am

(With all the trailers of Mila out right now, I figured Hawkeye would be OK with this, but as always, if he chooses to veto this result, please don't record it in the official register).

BEFORE: Sarah's recent pot-stirring attempt in BLONDE! Magazine (attempting to arouse "who's better" talk vis-a-vis Portman and Kunis) backfires as Kunis moves against Sarah instead. "Natalie and I will compete for our own reasons," Mila says in prefight, "not because Sarah wants us at each other's throats. Portman's already been up one side of Sarah and down the other, so we agreed I should be the one to apply the strap. It'll be a good lesson for Gellar: she's a meddling little witch, and she needs her buns kicked regular!" Gellar happy to take the challenge, denying Mila any trace of respect. "For me, Mila's a cheap and easy way of opening up a second front on Natalie's flank," Sarah says all smug and wise at podium. "Who knows? A bad enough drubbing could force HISC to commit other girls against me, leading to further losses for the cracker-jacks. I could see me gobbling up Mila and weak-sister Mish in quick succession - sort of like Ms. Pacman - and then I'd have them. I play this right, and I can convert Mila into a bunch of tasty paydays!" Mila in black cotton tank and panties; slick high ponytail (long); small black work out mitts. Sarah in grey cotton tank and panties; small black work out mitts; smaller, perky-style ponytail. Staredown: seething.

During R1: Sarah times a slick right hand over Mila's first left jab...Kunis staring, startled, so Sarah hits her another right, then a third...KUNIS IS HURT! Mila wobbly-butt, baby-stepping to her right in astonishment: Sarah all-in via swarming attack, sweeping Kunis to ropes. Leads to whirling, non-stop blonde lather along the apron...Mila sliding the ropes, lips parted, eyes foggy - she's just trying to keep her feet here. Gellar all jiggly-kinetic - buns ringing, tanned arms thrashing...she's palm-pushing Mila upright into ropes, waling away both arms. Kunis groggy, desperately hurt...she's in sleep-mode, sometimes crossing her arms, sometimes showing earmuff; sometimes bending forward to give up her back/flanks, sometimes laying into ropes to give away her tummy on the cheap. 10-8 without the knockdown Sarah Michelle Gellar...blonde girl jogging back to her corner for hugs and high-fives; Mila steadying herself with a hand on ropes at bell, blinking, stepping carefully back to her corner like she's about to lose her license!

R2: Mila still shaky, but rallying: she comes out boxing. Kunis with right at cheek, left hand a-jabbin'...she's circling to her left, pumping and double-pumping that left hand to keep Sarah off. Gellar wisely cautious here, seeing Mila's getting herself together - blonde girl stalks brunette - stooping to jab tummy; timing Mila for the odd wide slap-hook to chops inside Mila's poke. Skillful, turning battle midring - Kunis stabilizes her front, Gellar gathering more intel through 2.

R3: Mila jabbing: Sarah executing slick pull-counters with the right hand - pulling that fist up out of her hip pocket, dropping it over Mila's left and chipping brunette chin. Sarah also getting a wide, flapping left hook off - tipping to her right with left arm behind her on delivery, really whapping the punch onto Mila's chest. Kunis on her heels, frowning - Sarah's anticipating her beautifully, catching Mila tasty single-shot clouts from either side. Final minute, Mila trying to hook off the jab: she EATS a hook, gets startled, poses for a sharp right hand to chin-tip, absorbs a whapping hook in the paunch, then gobbles ANOTHER hook in the mouth as she's trying to re-launch her own hook and MILA SITS DOWN! Gellar shouting "COME ON!" as she hops away exuberant...Kunis up rickety, wiping off her seat and taking 8 all moist-eyed. Final moments all Sarah-on-Mila at ropes...blonde girl friskily at her rival's jugs via left/right hup-hup, tanned shoulders just rolling in the punches as Kunis slumps stunned on cables. Bell: Mila's cotton top still jumping around from Sarah's punching...ref has to pull busy little blonde girl off her slugging-post.

R4: Mila's hurt, shabby - Sarah gets after her. Gellar in and out on quick feet...she's getting Mila to reach, then savagely countering her...Kunis' pretty head constantly getting switched side to side by hard chin-toggles. Kunis stepping in fence-post holes through second minute - Sarah gets big, her small gloves gripping around Mila's biceps as blonde marches brunette to ropes. Pushing-and-punching from Sarah - busy little flurries to Mila's gut, then roaming free-hunt sorties swipe away up top, keeping Kunis butt-on-ropes. Mila miserable here - frequently crossing wrists in front of her face as punches pelt at her; covering up and turning to one side or the other, just soaking punishment as Sarah lathers away. Gellar full of ass-kicking energy here - pushing both hands on Mila to stack and jostle, then swarming as lovely brunette wilts on ropes. Bell: Gellar bratty as she leans in to huff hot air onto Mila's jugs, then gives them a quick buff with her right forearm until ref takes a hand. "Having fun, Mee?" Sarah gloats over her shoulder: Kunis cranky, hugging throbbing ribs, doesn't answer.

R5: Grimly determined Mila Kunis stays with her jab early - scoring against Sarah's face; bringing the mitt back quick/moving head to foil Gellar's clever counters. Unable to counter, Sarah weaves in close: Mila accepts terms in second minute, leading to withering flyweight hup-hup exchanges as girls get to work. Furious stuff: Gellar in earmuff, leaning her head/gloves in close...snarling Mila will lift the left uppercut first to tits, then loop it round behind blonde right elbow, finally clapping right ear before covering up in earmuff. Gellar in receipt will lash the gut left/right, then seek scraping left uppercuts against MIla's rigid raised guard. Back and forth - small gloves pounding out a frisky PIK! PAK! PEK! tune on both bodies - girls in constant contact giving or receiving.

R6: Ferocity continues as girls close - Mila winning initiative with her jab, fitting Sarah for drilling right crosses to jaw to begin most exchanges. Gellar showing signs of wilt: Mila consistently in with the right hand to chin - now the clawing, swiping double-left hook is there (body and head) as well, and short right uppercuts are scraping Gellar's face. Sarah getting off in spots - her own left hook lashing at Mila's waist and ear; the left elbow/forearm constantly pushing off on Mila's breasts. Kunis simply busier, more savage: Gellar put wobbly-butt through sheer accumulation, fighting the entire final minute off the apron.

During the break, both girls shown getting enswell on scuffed, puffy faces...constant chip-and-lather of small-mitted flyweight combinations taking its toll.

R7: Mila presses, Sarah wilts. Kunis reaching in with left hand to push at Sarah right inner-elbow or shoulder, setting her up for slap-chop right hands clean across the mouth. Flurries to gut and breasts favour Mila in exchange...Sarah looking frazzled, backing away from the trading sessions, taking deep breaths through her mouth. Midway through, Mila pounce-steps in with left hook/right hand combo bingo on the chin: Sarah's heels stay put as her body slops backward and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Gellar blown to her back...she's gingerly rolling over left hip, stumbling up at ropes. She'll beat the count, but she's badly shaken - eyes almost pleading as Mila wades in. Final minute all Mila taking from Sarah - paying blonde-girl back for those long, lathering sequences she'd heaped upon Kunis in earlier rounds. Mila's eyes absolutely pitiless as she's whirling in the lather...Sarah bending and rolling sleepily in the pocket, taking a pasting. Bell: Gellar bedazzled, lips parted, eyelashes fluttering...Kunis whirls on her heel, draws that soft, dark ponytail across Sarah's bruised face...even Portman hooting and applauding as Kunis struts away all attitude, while poor Sarah slumps on ropes.

R8: Sarah shows heart and compete, but she's falling behind in the volume war: Kunis at her without mercy or let-up, constantly forcing Gellar to match pace. Whirling flyweight hup-hup back and forth - Sarah getting off in 2s, Mila in 3s and 4s. Gellar fighting off the ropes - sometimes baring her teeth and flailing; other times being cute, getting her left shoulder into Kunis to lever her back, THEN issuing clout. Kunis effervescent - buns ringing in wide stance as she triple-pumps a short left jab to Gellar's jugz; turns over the crisp right cross; taps her right elbow against Gellar's guard; slaps her a nuisance left hook up top, then DIGS that left hook down behind Gellar's right elbow. Withering lather from Kunis just too much...spent Sarah Michelle droops to all fours at bell, panting and shuddering as ref pushes seething Kunis back.

R9: Grim beatdown of Sarah Michelle continues: Mila hard-eyed, cold-blooded as she hounds blonde-girl to ropes for processing. Sarah sleepy, reacting slowly, her torso rolling and bobbing in the pocket as punches rip at her flanks, dig at her tummy, chop at her jugs. Sarah crossing wrists at forehead in "don't-hurt-me" guard; Sarah forming woozy crossed arm as she stoops forward; Sarah laying back on ropes with right at left cheek/left across her gut...she's breaking down shabby. Mila takes what she wants - just moving her hands, keeping her balance, never allowing herself to fall in and smother herself on wilting blonde punching-bag. 10-8 without the knockdown for Mila...she glances back over her shoulder after the bell, just to confirm the hurt as Sarah's all busted up and punch-drowsy. Natalie shouting out of the crowd near the HISC corner: "FINISH THIS SKANK, MEE! FINISH HER!"

R10: Hard to watch...Sarah out of gas, her head jolting and jerking around from the odd stiff connect...Mila's pouring herself at Gellar. Blonde girl swept along the ropes...she's ragged, stumbling, but refusing to bend the knee. Kunis nimble - shifting weight from one toned leg to the other, leaning in and out, letting hands go limber and loose...it's a Kunis romp, her pattern-punching a marvel to behold. Poor Sarah pelted and pasted, face swelling badly now, body cringing...she's just got too much vulnerable territory to protect and not enough energy left to do it. Kunis hacking, chopping, lathering - even viciously buggywhipping her right hand atop Gellar's left hip in a bid to force blonde quit: Sarah groans, covers up, sits in ropes and takes it. Down the stretch, defiant Gellar hooks stroke Mila's chin - and the girls exchange slinging right hands upside either head to momentarily startle one another...signs of Gellar pride as she slugs it out to the finish line. Comes back UD10 Mila Kunis.

AFter: Gellar denies the stoppage, but she's desperately hurt and used up...too used up to prevent greedy Mila from making a move, backed up by Nat Portman!

Gellar pulled up off her stool by Mila's rude grip around both blonde biceps: Kunis stacking Gellar in her own corner, then mounting her to raucous applause. Natalie clapping, nodding: the only good Gellar is a mounted Gellar, in Portman's books.

Mila's tummy pushes Sarah's face to blonde-right: Gellar closing her eyes, crimping her lips in discomfort. Kunis grinning: sometimes lifting both her hands to snap her fingers lazily above her head; sometimes using one or both hands to push on Sarah's head, while making face-time with the crowd. At one point, Kunis pulls her tank top up and over Sarah's head - Mila grinning, hands up above her head as she does a little bump and grind on Sarah: blonde girl just miserable under the tummy.

Then it's Nat's turn! Nat in silver satin cami-top and navy blue slacks - kicking off her Manolo's so she can mount Sarah bare-foot.

Kunis and Natalie exchange mounts with the remainder of the pack looking on in approval: Mila and Natalie sending a brutal message to Sarah Michelle here. Back and forth, back and forth - Nat and Mila mount Sarah so many times, Gellar can't distinguish between their scents any longer. When they finally leave her alone, Gellar's sitting on turnbuckles blubbering in tummy-shock as cackling brunettes saunter off all proud of themselves.