Posted by simguy on 7/16/2004

Before: Peculiar relationship between British fighters - Beckinsale and Hurley have long ago shaken the Zeta Jones yoke - Brook's turn to fight free of Jones' domineering psychology. "I'm considering imposing a tithe on Kelly's winnings in the US," quips a smarmy Zeta J in prefight. "She owes me, that girl. She's an ungrateful little trollop - if I hadn't taken her under my wing, there wouldn't even be a 'Kelly Brook' for you to ogle." Brook edgy at the podium, steadied by the Ryan presence - battle as much mental as it is physical for the buxom young beauty. "Americans can appreciate - this is my battle of independence," says Kelly. "Catherine thinks of herself as my mentor, but the truth is, she used me against her enemies and exploited my winnings in Britain and it's not going to happen here. I'm my own woman, I've grown as a fighter and I'll cast off her shackles if it's the last thing I do." Jeri Ryan accepting Kelly's invite to work the corner - nobody knows Zeta J like Jeri. "This is a big fight for Kelly," says Ryan, "but she needs to keep it in perspective. She needs to be calm and execute - she can box this little tramp, she can get big on Catherine - she can do so many things if she's able to think in there. She lets Jones in between her ears, it could be a long night - that's what I'm here to prevent." Stare down intense, Kelly bravely holding Jones' haughty gaze - Ryan at Brook's elbow: steamy. Brook in underwire bra and panties, silver/white reflective scales - Catherine in pale mauve bikini.

During R1: Catherine fighting without respect, fighting like she's big - just walking Brook down to bang her and it's not working. Kelly stepping smartly behind a brisk, stinging stick - she's showing off that improved jab like it's a new Porsche. Jones held at the end of Kelly's punches, picking off jabs with her right hand, weaving her head side to side, but flustered. Midway through, Kelly doubles up the jab, shifts her hips, and leans into a driving right cross that catches satisfying wallop off Jones' jaw. CZJ sent stamping to her right well clouted - Jeri clapping big above her head and whistling: Brook's just earned her respect. Jones circling, eyes flat with hate, but she's backing off and being walked down as Brook's the boss from outside to the bell.

During R2: Jones flutter-jabbing high, edging in close and hooking Brook's trunks - Kelly's hips shunt back, she grunts with pain, but answers immediately a hook to Jones' trunks to send the bully back with a pained scowl. Ref warning both women, Kelly immediately re-establishing the jab to take command of space between fighters. Rest of the way tactical - Jones with the right under her chin, left across her gut, raising the left shoulder to protect her jaw, parrying punches, twisting and turning to avoid Brook's stick, but elder brunette just can't find her range. Kelly executing perfectly through 2, keeping Jones at bay, locating her with jabs and cocking that right hand for selective all-in passes.

R3: Jones shows that tap dancing footwork, changing distance with a little jitterbug in and out, stepping to either side - she wants Brook moving her feet, not setting and getting off. Works - Kelly a little unsettled, connect percentage on the jab going way down - Jones not connecting any more, but obviously dictating and rewriting the agenda this round. Bell sounds - Kelly relaxes - Jones leans in over the top with a sweeping right hand on the jaw, staggering Brook, drawing a fierce warning from the ref and roaring protest from Ryan at the apron.

R4: Brook won't rattle - she gets on Jones with the best, most determined jab of the match so far, pounding away head and shoulders on Catherine. Jones can't stand the heat, has to bail out - crowd treated to the sight of a chagrined, face-spanked Jones stepping out and circling in baffled rage, unable to penetrate the heavy jab-screen Brook's setting up. Kelly stalking now, growing in confidence - she's got Jones flinching with every threatened right hand as Catherine circles to her right away from the punch. At the bell, Jeri settles an excited Brook down, but gives her plenty of positive reinforcement: "You're doing great - just keep sticking that jab in her face, drop the right hand when it's there. She can't take your punch, Kelly."

R5: Catherine answering with her feet - changing directions, stooping low to spritz jabs to belly, stepping left behind a brace of stick, then shooting a hot right cross against Kelly's heroic breasts. Catherine's move to the right a problem for Brook - Kelly crossing her feet as she steps - Jones able to wrong foot and time the kid, potshotting her at midring. Jones selective - shooting right hands off pinging jabs, ducking and pivoting away - Brook standing upright in frustration, swinging late, becoming a bit of a target as Jones' crafty feet dictate the fifth.

R6: More good, relatively uptempo boxing from Jones - she's using her legs much more than usual to keep Brook from setting down. Jones with a variety of looks: scooting left with rapid jabs, followed by an abrasive right cross; edging in with gloves at temples, then quick-mitting to Kelly's body and flanks; dropping the left hand to slide right, turning Kelly, walking her into poke-and-retract stamp rights. Brook growing more tentative the more variety she sees, but it's all psychological: Jones not really hurting Kelly or doing anything more than she was, she's just PERSUADING the kid that she's outclassed. Jones ends the round with a scorching shoe shine to Kelly's mouthwatering jugs - Kelly's back touching ropes for the first time as she shuts down, momentarily shocked. Catherine takes a step right like she's walking away after the bell, then turns back in to pull a clapping right across Brook's hooters - drawing a moist cry of protest from Kelly.

R7: Catherine posts her best round of the fight - peeling the layers of Kelly's psyche back like leaves of an onion. Feet giving Ms. Jones position off either Brook shoulder - Catherine able to park that hook in Kelly's pale tummy, double it up across that hulking bra, finish up with swiping crosses against the teeth. Brook uncertain with her hands, making decisions late - Jones able to score over and over as Brook's slow to commit to one particular guard. Jones landing a piping hot right hand off her step to the right, driving it in across the jugs or chin, then scooting round the right to escape - hard punching shutout leaves Brook glum - Ryan trying to prop up the crumbling walls of Kelly's morale during the break.

R8: Oh those vicious hooks in the body - Catherine timing Brook's jab, sliding inside it and fitting her left snug to paunch, bumping off with her shoulder, escaping to the right with a come-along hook against Kelly's breasts to turn the brunette. Jones bedeviling Brook - some hard punches, some clawing, pesky punches, feints. Down the stretch, Catherine gets Brook flinching, steps right, feints and steps into a short lead right on the jaw which puts Brook wobbly butt. Kelly stumble-bumming a few steps, guards-up - Jones smiling, laughing in a harsh bark as she fakes another right and gets a panicky over-reaction from Brook at the bell.

R9: Kelly shaky off her stool - Catherine sees the tell-tale stagger, immediately pounces. Jab between the eyes, shooting right hand down into the sternum, gutting hook dug deep to liver - Kelly cramps up, elbows in, stooped forward as she sinks to a seat in the ropes - Jones lavish, shopping Brook's body for the best buys. Ryan screaming as action unfolds just above her - Catherine heartless as she lets her hands go, tucking in behind the elbows, clubbing kidney, rabbit-punching the back of the neck, tiding up brisk uppercuts against Brook's overhanging face. Jones' eyes merciless and shining like a pair of black buttons as she plasters on the pain. Kelly put wobbly butt, falling apart - she spills to her right along the ropes, eyelashes fluttering, taking punches off her drowsy face as Jones pursues. Jones putting hard right hands to work - gouging 'em to ribs, parking 'em on Kelly's chin, then palming her back with the left to reset - it's real bully's work and Zeta Jones fans are delirious as their woman starts taking the upstart apart. Brook helpless, straightening with her face in her gloves only to buckle under Jones' vicious hook in the waist; bending forward to be raked by back and rabbit punches, then picked up tight uppercuts off the forehead and face as Jones tidies up. Catherine dropping clean, short, hurtful right hands onto Kelly's jaw when she lolls back into the ropes - poor Brook getting her head snapped, then staring back in stupor - she's no longer defending herself. Jones piles on at the gallop, taking it all now, sparing no part of Kelly as digging, compact punches find crotch, tummy, rib, tit, chin, skull and back. Brook too bludgeoned to weep, slowly stiffens, then collapses at the ropes, rolling to her back, right knee raised as the KO seeps through her. Jones strutting early as the count passes Kelly by. KO9 Catherine Zeta Jones. Ryan: Hands in hair, shaking her head slowly. Beckinsale: mouthing the word 'blast' as camera picks her up. Hurley: nodding like she predicted this outcome, turning her head aside to speak to her companion.

After: Gloves removed - Jones wastes no time pushing her say through physicians to haul a battered Kelly Brook to her feet. Ryan seething, but powerless - she can't fight Kelly's battles for her. And Catherine REVELING in her triumph, smiling, hugging Kelly close in that strong right arm around the waist - Brook numb, blubbering, left hand draped loosely around Catherine's neck for balance during the walk. Zeta J leisurely, waving to her fans, taking her time, then backing herself luxuriously into a corner, slowly folding Kelly's face into her breasts with a slutty grin: she's smothering the QUEEN of the jug-smother herself as hooting applause accompanies the insult. Poor Kelly held fast, stooped forward, trapped in her own hold as Jones gets comfy against the turnbuckles. Brook's hands protest feebly against Jones' hips, pushing against the belly, reaching round the back to ride helplessly on the hips, occasionally curling up to pull at Jones' strong shoulders from behind. Ring mic picks up the odd muffled whimper and gasp from Brook - she's suffering: Jones grinning, biting her lower lip as she concentrates, adjusting her grip, she's easy and relaxed as she leans back in the corner, letting her jugs do the work. Catherine has her fun, enslaving Kelly until Brook's legs start to quake, then pulling Kelly's face hot and wet from the suffocating pillows of Jones' pale breasts. Catherine with a left arm around Kelly's neck, still dominating her, waving to fans with the right. Kelly Brook: eyebrows arched high, eyes closed, face red and moist, lips pouted - when Jones decides to do a girl up right, this is what it looks like.