UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by Simguy on 4/16/2005

Before: Kreuk bringing Sarah Michelle Gellar for this fight - as much to grate on Portman in prefight as for in-gym sparring. "I know what you're thinking," Kris jokes with press, "Natalie's not really championship calibre and she doesn't deserve a shot - but you have to understand: she's a cash cow boys - I gotta get paid! Seriously, I'll milk this tramp for all she's worth, then I'll set about flattening the division like a champion should. Give me time: the reign of Kristin Kreuk will be a renaissance at 110." Portman trying to respond, but Gellar keeps shouting her down and heckling while Kris sits back with a malevolent little smirk - Kreuk doing a very good job of getting under Ms. Portman's porcelain skin.

Kris in black lace push up, red hipster panties, slick low ponytail - Nat in floral print bandeau bikini, punching ponytail. Small gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Portman slashing in with sudden one-twos, getting close, flurrying to breadbasket, swatting Kristin's face the hook as champ backs up. Kreuk stepping right, waiting on Nat, shooting a hard overhand right and coming up into Natalie's breadbasket with similar hustle to gut - both beauties scuffed up in high-tempo thrust/counterthrust. Down the stretch, Portman attacking behind overhand rights, ripping up with the left mitt catches Kristin's chin - brunette sent reeling to ropes suddenly derailed as Natalie pounces. Good brisk scouring administered: Kris covered up and bent over double, getting raked by Natalie's unforgiving fists at the bell.

R2: Same darting, uptempo fare - girls slashing in on each other, bounding back from rushes, eyes blazing, fists quick, flying in combination. Moments of circling and stalking punctuated by short, furious fire-fights - small gloves spackling up and down taut flyweight torsos, clip-clouting chins and temples - both girls gambling more than usual in an effort to establish offensive supremacy early. Down the stretch, Kris ducking down takes a skidding right off her temple - KREUK'S LEGS GIVE WAY! Once again, champ's sent reeling wide-eyed to ropes, spilling awkwardly as Portman pounces, stabbing her jab, then looking to take Kris out hooks and crosses. Bell: Portman lands a hard right hand to jaw very late - Kreuk bawling in protest to ref, stamping her foot, panties a-jiggle with rage: Natalie unrepentant as she stalks back to her corner all business.

R3: More thoughtful round - adrenaline being augmented by guile this round and girls settle into a more professional rhythm. Still a staccatto pattern of brisk, crisp engagements followed by circling, feinting for position - both girls putting punches together beautifully tonight. Portman stitching her jab into Kristin's left eye - challenger knocking back champion's head, starting to dictate pace this round. Kris dishelved, strands of hair coming loose from that tight ponytail - she frowns all the way back to her stool 3 rounds down to her lovely rival.

R4: Kreuk contests the jab with Natalie Portman this round, diligently fencing with Nat, stabbing her to the face, busting her in the mouth - Portman's head getting bapped back now as both girls feature the stick. Kreuk putting punches together off the poke - right crosses, left hooks - not all landing, but her volume's starting to shut Natalie down. Kris topping it off with some timely top-tugging on Nat, pulling Portman forward and reversing field with her - ref barking orders to cease and desist that bandeau-grabbing.

R5: Fight migrates inside - small girls getting cheek to cheek, hunkering down low and rumbling at close quarters. Rapid-fire give and take - Portman blistering tummy and jug with hup-hup lefts and rights, then covering up as Kreuk responds in turn. Champ mixing up her punch selection nicely, catching Portman with short uppercuts, cuffing her tummy, hooking her behind the elbow, then stepping around her - Natalie getting outworked, outpositioned as Kris shows her quality, blending grit and class in the trenches. Bell: girls separate with glaring mutual hatred, chests heaving, cheeks flushed with effort - Kreuk clawing her way back into the fight with her second straight round.

R6: Punching more or less constant now as both girls commit inside. Natalie hunkered down, ripping a stream of hard working right hands up into Kreuk's sternum. Kristin responding with a blistering brace of lefts and rights, tapping out a tune on Natalie's breasts, biceps, ribs. Portman chopping a short right to cheek, burying her left in Kristin's firm tummy. Kreuk with the right uppercut off the chin, putting the hook on top and landing with plenty of elbow on short follow through. Back and forth, girls taking turns backing the other up - pace not wild, just good steady trade. Kreuk tugging Nat's top late, spins her off balance, reverses positions with her and nails a drifting right cross while still holding on - ref jumping in with a stern finger-waggle for a very grabby, unrepentant Kristin at the bell. Kreuk evens up the cards - whole new ball game going into the home stretch.

R7: Kris busting Portman a very stiff jab early, knocking back Natalie's head, backing her up - champ attacking aggressively when Portman's back touches ropes. Kreuk bumping in with her left shoulder, pumping repeat right hands to tummy and trunks - Kristin determined to keep pouring it on has Natalie sitting on ropes, not answering back. Portman scowling, clinching - ref issuing breaks, pushing Kreuk back - exotic champ looks the hungrier vixen, constantly rushing to attack Nat at the ropes. Portman covering up, bending and rolling at the waist - Kreuk getting big, standing up tall and stuffing both hands into Natalie's trembling gut, cramming away until a breathless Nat can tie up. Down the stretch, Kristin's eyes glittering - she can taste the quit, pours it on thick to get Natalie out of there. Portman dukes at her temples, twists to lean her right shoulder into ropes, rolling Kreuk's right and ANSWERING BACK A STUBBY RIGHT TO CHIN! Gorgeous pinpoint counter rocks Kreuk's head back, unhinges her knees - Kris swaying helplessly on the spot as Nat bites a tight hook across the chin, puts another right on the button and DOWN GOES KREUK! Kristin sprawled out on her back, hands above her head, eyelashes fluttering. Nat jogs to the neutral corner, panting as she watches Kris roooollll onto her right side shaky with hurt...BUT NO FURTHER! Kreuk can't get off her back - KO7 for the winner and NEW flyweight champ - Natalie Portman!

After: Kreuk getting salts and TLC on her stool when NATALIE BARGES IN! Portman scowling, pulling Kreuk roughly to her feet, scolding and jostling her, then Nat clamps on: left hand grabs Kristin's left wrist, holding it tight against Natalie's breast while the right arm rides strong around Kristin's creamy waist, Nat's fist still clenched in anger. Kreuk pulled out for a sobbing walk of shame - Gellar up on the apron, nostrils flaring, stamping her foot in impotent rage as Natalie makes pointed eye contact - Portman sending a message to both little hussies with this walk of shame. Something about a Portman walk: it's like she's flipping Kris to her side, holding her down and applying a scalding cattle brand to her hip - the very same brand burned into Sarah's own psyche.