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15 August 2011 Kristin Kreuk vs Emma Watson

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Celebrity Boxing After Dark

Posted by Hawkeye on 8/15/2011, 7:53 pm

(Writing: Hawkeye; Results; Simguy)

Before: Kristin seeming a bit skittish in pre-match goings on. Curt with reporters. Though she saved herself with win over Hannigan, her position with the Consortium is anything but secure, particulalrly with Portman and Kunis hot off the get-go for their new team. Big tester versus tough little addition to flyweight scene. “Emma’s made for me. She doesn’t know her way around a ring. She doesn’t know my game. I proved how valuable I am last time out. Now I’m going to prove I’m ready to kick in my fair share in setting back the ingénue class of the division.” Perky young Brit hardly seems intimidated by Kristin. Pundits touting she’s shown good stuff in losses, particularly a hardnosed attitude, but she’ll need to show more to keep them on her side for long. “Claire was a learner. Mila, I had her on the ropes and let her get away. Tonight. I’m putting it all together. I’m stronger than Kristin and more sure of myself. I can see the doubt in her eyes and all I need to do is capitalize.” Emma in pink stretch cotton sports bra; pink sport bikini bottoms; small black mitts; short auburn bob. Kreuk in turquoise bikini top; black sport bikini bottoms; small black work out gloves; hair in chopped tousle.

R1: Kristin forward fast, pik-pekking jabs into Watson’s chest and tummy. While Emma eats, she remains upright and ready, responding with short lefts in kind before slipping a sweeping right hand over the top of Kristin’s body work catching Krissy flush on the jaw. Kreuk gives a shimmy sidestep, almond-shaped eyes wide in shock. A tasty left hook to pert jubblies and another right hand to Kristin’s pouting puss and KRISSY IS GROUND BOUND. Kreuk tumbles to her right hip, her upper body remaining up when her right hand props her. Emma all “I told you so’, nodding as she steps away. Kristin up smartly, gloves raised. And they need to be as Brit is on her girl, pounding away, the rush backing Krissy to the ropes in a frazzle. Kreuk’s taking and it’s not pretty as Watson goes bulldog on the exotic cutie, pummeling Krissy around the ring. Kreuk blocks and slips enough to survive, Emma giving her a ‘so long’ shoulder as she stumbles by at the bell.

R2: Kristin hurting but meeting Emma mid-ring and keeping her at bay with some class, lighting Emma up with slick and quick hands. Emma pressing . She’s trying to get through, but is met with stiff resistance. Ironically, Krissy’s slowing the fight down with her quickness, drawing winces from Emma with leather to chest and chin. Emma forcing her way through a couple times to impact with body shots to the tyro, one left sending a tremor through the brunette’s glossy gams. And Kristin is immediately in with the clinch. The dance continues through the last minute as Emma fights her way out of bearhugs from a wary Kristin, the ref taking the brunette to task for doing more waltzing than boxing.

R3: More of the same, as Kristin seems more interested in surviving than fighting. When Kreuk isn’t wrapping her arms around English ingénue, she’s keeping distance, remaining out of range of Emma’s arsenal for the most part. Still, with Kristin more interested in orbiting Emma than engaging, it’s Watson who picks up the points in the round, mostly by default, as she lands a few shots that only send Kristin out further. The crowd, expecting more tussle from slinky little frames, gives Krissy what-for.

R4: Kristin ignoring the haters and she’s got more of the same for irritated Emma, alternating clinching with a track meet. But this time Watson won’t have it. She’s picking up points early, chugging in an occasional body shot and trying to add a head hunt and it’s with one of those efforts that Kristin uses to her advantage mid-round. Krissy TURNS EMMA’S HEAD with a sweet left hook of a counter and the feel of give in the Brit sends Kreuk into piranha mode. Kristin flashes her pearlies in gritting determination as she draws out the buggywhip, lashing away with rights and left s, Watson sent astumble for the first time. Englishwoman retreats, trying to keep her defenses high, but the lashing continues. Kristin bounces and throws leather like rain, drenching Emma senseless, the ref keeping a close eye when Brit tush hits ropes. Down the stretch, Krissy continues the onslaught, but Emma’s legs are sturdy, enough so that the ref lets her finish off the round, battered, but still alive.

R5: Scrappy little flys are both feeling their oats now and it shows. Krissy and Em meet in the middle and it’s hammer and tongs. Kristin rolls and counters. She bedevils Emma, getting bendy, making Emma miss, then making her pay with lather to her tits and tummy, finally squaring away a right cross that draws a pronounced crinkle of the nose from English cutie. But after the first minute, Emma is showing some smarts, adjusting, apparently well-schooled on Krissy’s machinations. Middle minute she’s picking up on dark-haired gamine’s game, methodical and effective in blocking and responding. The scruffy auburn-haired beauty tik-taks jabs then tattoos with rights. They’re not the heavy artillery, but it’s enough to take the final minute and squeeze out the round for Emma.

R6: Stubborn Kristin sticking with what she knows. Waiting for mistakes from Emma to counter and pounce, but there just aren’t many. Watson keeps things simple and clean, picking Kristin apart with accurate jabs to cheek and temple with right hands going more midship. Sleek little brunette miniature having some trouble with Emma’s size as well. First round reminder is keeping her careful and some counters are going by without advantage taken. Emma continues to cast her spell through the final minute and gives Kristin a sassy hip check as they turn and pass, Kristin looking over her shoulder, perturbed, knowing she’s being stymied.

R7: Kristin more aggressive this stanza. Less waiting, more antagonism. She flips a couple combos early that have Emma pouty and backtracking. Krissy pulling out the buggywhip to blast soft meat over Emma’s hips, sending the Brit curling around impact points with some chirpy grunts. But Watson recovers quickly from first minute and steps up to meet fire with fire. A toe-to-toe exchange emerges with both lasses determined to impose their will, Kristin’s unorthodox thrusts are finding purchase, thwapping away into Watson’s frame, but the noob continues to stand tall in the pocket, wincing her way through the flak and banging back on the gamine. After a close second minute, Kreuk’s on the backpedal and it’s not by Krissy’s design. Emma’s slashing gloves are gobbling up body shots and Kristin is feeling each one more than the last. She cedes ground to the bell and scowls her way to her corner, Emma offering her a dismissive wave in case Kristin’s lost her way.

R8: Emma all ‘glowy’ out of her corner and a sour Kristin trudging out to meet her, Kreuk’s light-as-air footwork just not there. Watson sends a right-hand delivery to Kreuk’s eye and Kristin ducks under, then returns with a whippy right counter to the chin and EMMA’S HURT. Watson’s eyes turning from bright and confident to unnerved in the flick of a wrist, Kreuk sees her opening and jumps through, battering every piece of Emma she can find, lefts tending to hip and tummy, rights sliding over to splash into pert bosom and to chin-check the Brit. Krissy bullies Watson to the ropes and it’s on like a certain Kong. Kreuk pastes away on suddenly vulnerable Watson, Emma with no answers as Kristin stays a step away and shoots like a sniper, creasing Em’s jaw, flattening her nose, Watson’s head flying around like she’s banging at a Quiet Riot concert. Krissy is nearly hopping out of her boots now, lathering Emma into a stupor, Em’s gaze growing more vacant, but her gloves are up, for what it’s worth, and her legs, showing a slight tremor, keep her vertical until the bell saves the damaged Englishwoman.

R9: Emma showing recovery as she steps out for the next verse. And more than that in the initial exchanges through the first minute. Both girls have a point to make, Kristin ready to shut her foe down, Emma determined to close out with a ‘W’. It all makes for compelling ripping and digging, both girls leaving strategy behind and gutting for the finish line. Into the middle of the stanza, Krissy lashes a right to Emma’s cheek that sends EMMA WALKING THE POST-HOLE BOOGIE. A growling Kreuk leaps after her with feline grace, driving a left into Emma’s rack, backing her to a corner and Kristin is all over the flailing, reeling Emma once more. It’s shocking flyweight ruthlessness at its worst as Krissy lets fly from all angles, battering and buggywhipping in the leather, Em buffeted like she’s in the midst of a North Sea storm. And the lightning is flashing, Kristin covered in beads from the constant piston motion of her arms. Again, the ref watches with an eagle-eye, but Emma won’t bend a knee, somehow refusing Kristin even an eight-count before the bell brings an end to the mugging. Kristin pushes Emma toward her corner. “Get some rest!” the little gamine brunette advises as she stalks off to her peeps.

R10: Emma’s out and off her stool, not wanting to show she might be on fumes and Kristin is more than happy to start the final lap as quickly as possible. Krissy tucks into Emma, not worrying about anything Watson might have in her clouded mind for a counter. Showing unchecked aggression, Kristin takes control and it’s a BELL-TO-BELL BEATDOWN of EMMA. Kristin’s having her way and it’s all she can do to keep up with the stumbling, punchdrunk Emma. Watson finds some friendly ropes, the cables keeping her upright, but the bullwhipping continues, Emma’s noggin put on a bobble. The furious passionate aggression of Kristin is a sight to behold, as is the stalwart refusal of Em to bow out. Choppy whips and hooks EAT EMMA UP, Watson swaying like wheat in the wind until the bell comes. It’s 10-8 without a knockdown for Kristin and the cards come back… A DRAW.

Kristin, Consortium, and crowd are immediately pushing for an overtime session. Emma, an indie darling, has no strong advice in her corner, most of her crew simply muttering some ‘ummmm’s. Finally, it’s Emma who steps up and wearily nods. She’ll go extras. The crowd gives the plucky Brit a standing ‘O’ and even Krissy claps her gloves together in appreciation. Ladies get 3-minute break, instead of one. Kristin huddles with brain trust while Emma has enough to do shaking out late-round cobwebs. Rules: KO is sudden death. Otherwise, win two rounds in a row to take the tilt.

R11: Both flys are out and combative. The crowd is loving every second of this ‘extra boxing’ and they turn up the volume to ‘11’ when Emma staves off a slashing combo from Kristin with her shoulders and sends a right uppercut under the brunette’s chin. The exotic little Pac Rim brawler’s legs give a shudder and she’s walking on eggshells. EMMA HUNTS KRISSY DOWN like she’s on the prowl, not with a storm of leather, but with guided missiles that rock Kristin’s diminutive frame. Emma guts Kristin with a particularly nasty left, leaving the brunette sobbing and gasping. Kreuk responds to worried screams from her corner to grab something. And she does, clinching Emma tight like a long lost friend. Emma is able to stuff in some stubby rights and lefts to Kristin’s tummy, drawing fitful groans, but every time the ref separates the duo, Kristin is embracing her foe within the time it takes to mount two hearty ‘finish her off’ swings from Em. Kristin hugs out the round and stays alive.

R12: These two are in the middle of a war. They look it and know it. And neither is giving an inch as they meet in the middle. No attempt to sneak out a round and a win from the Englishwoman. Emma wants to close and shows it early with some aggressive tosses. But Kristin eludes and retorts, sending a hook so far into Emma’s breadbasket, it seems to disappear then KRISTIN PULLS OUT THE WHIPS, flinging the unorthodox leather like no one can. And now it’s Emma soaking, hurting and gurgling. She’s bullied to the ropes and KRISTIN GOES TO TOWN, Kreuk working Em like a part-time job. And while Kristin’s clinches slowed Emma down, the Brit is bathed in leather relentlessly, moaning as punch after punch slips through, the crowd enjoying the fight but groaning as Emma is pulped by the inexorable probationary Pack member. Still, Watson’s legs will not give and the ref lets nature take its course, Emma’s will not allowing a KO from Krissy, but Kreuk most definitely taking the round.

R13: This time there is no mid-ring meeting. Kristin finds Emma in her corner, Watson barely mobile, but standing and ready. Waston sends a stiff jab that adds a little redness to Kristin’s puffy face, but the counters are quick to come from the brunette and they’re all too fast for Emma’s defenses, KRISSY’S LEATHER PLOWING INTO EMMA’S FEATURES. Dropped into ‘ingenue hell’, Emma’s mouthpiece dribbles from her gaping mouth as Kristin continues with a bell-to-bell battering. There’s no drama in this finishing kick from Kreuk, as Kristin gets savage on Emma, punishing Watson with whipping rights and lefts to head and chest until Emma is left devastated. When the final bell mercifully comes, Em is a portrait in black and blue, but she’s STILL STANDING. However, by taking back-to-back heats, Kristin Kreuk is your OT winner.

AFTER: No mount. No walk. No disrespect. The savaged warriors share a long embrace, perhaps worrying they might collapse without the other’s body to rely on. Krissy separates a few inches from her foe and gives Emma a pat on the head. “Wow” is about all the winner can manage with a weary grin. Emma’s chin is tucked into her chest. She offers a soft nod. The ladies lift one paw of the other's high and receive a loud ovation then go their separate ways. Emma is disconsolate after, muttering little more than “I don’t quit” to questions that receive no further reply. Kristin is a mess but exultant and considerably more talkative. “She would NOT go down,” Krissy comments, disbelief still cemented in her almond-shaped eyes. “I mean I don’t have Panties Power, but damn. She’s a tough little wanker. She’s gonna hurt some people. Bad. Think I’m gonna have to take some time off after this one. But I’ll be back. I showed the Cracker Boys I don’t have any quit either. And they don’t have any room to be getting rid of girls who step up and shut down a tough little ingénue.”