Posted by simguy on 7/18/2005, 1:21 am

(Dice determined)
Before: Scrappy catfighter and apartment wrestler Sienna looking to crossover to boxing - Fleet Street wags labelling her the 'New Naomi Watts', a title Miller doesn't back away from.

"Fighting Penelope is my way of throwing the gauntlet at Naomi's feet," says brash young blonde. "I want to conquer the same territory she did, take away all her excuses, then surpass her."

Cruz blushing crimson at the notion of being a pawn between blondes - "I yam no stepping stone for these scrawny blonde peegs," Cruz asserts. "Sienna Miller is a nobody - a starlet - a beembo. I yam Penelope Cruz - I will pound her eyes shut!"

Cruz in black bikini from Sahara, Miller in black lack push up and panties, hair back. Small gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Sienna bright, brisk punching, jumping at Penelope, batting her arms against Pene's flanks in volleys. Cruz on her heels, tapping out that classy Spanish jab. Final minute, Sienna stepping in a swinging hook on the chin puts Cruz wobbly butt - follow-up lather brushes Pene ropeside. Penelope gritting her teeth, covering up and suffering abuse - she's Sienna's plaything at the bell, scalded by shrill blonde taunts as ref moves in.

R2: Sienna attacking - she's got a chippy little jab, nasty at Pene's eyes, driving brunette backward once again. Miller aggressive, jumping in and wailing away - slender limbs shivering as she lays down volleys of lefts and rights up and down Penelope's slim torso. Cruz backing up, tapping jabs, bearing her teeth - just trying to find distance, room to think and punch. Down the stretch, Miller's reckless abandon catches up to her: Cruz fading back, walks Sienna into a sharp right hand across the mouth, back with a pair of short chup-chup hooks on the button. Sienna staggering away with forlorn eyes - legs are quivering with hurt as Pene jumps on for pay-back lather against the ropes. Bell: Cruz still chewing - ref has to bundle lithe Spanish wildcat off, her dark eyes flashing as Miller hugs her body, winces.

R3: Sienna adjusts, boxes Penelope to a standstill this round. Sharp, stinging stuff - girls rotating gently clockwise, planting lead left legs strong to jab at one another's faces. Small gloves making cracking impact with delicate brows, high cheekbones, heads snapping back from poke at sporadic intervals. Both girls shiny with hurt after 3 cruel minutes of flyweight face-punching, but Miller the more resolute, never takes a backward step.

R4: Surprise to many: Miller's jab suppressing Penelopes - blonde legs dictating midring. Miller upping the tempo and risk slightly - picking spots to rush Pene and beat her flanks - Cruz crumpling slightly, buckling forward and huddling behind her guard as aggressive Brit feasts on Spanish ribs. Sienna with a nice scouring action on her punches when Cruz covers up - blonde bearing her teeth, doubling up on scraping left hooks, tucking mean little rights up under Pene's elbow. Down the stretch, withering body attack beats Pene in a stumbling little wander around the ring - she finally steps away and sinks to one knee grimacing: pure joy on Sienna's face as she lifts her mitts and grins, strutting happily at the accomplishment.

R5: Pene boxing in spots, running in others - blonde winning the exchanges and imposing her will in stop and go action. So frustrating for Pene to be getting outjabbed by Miller: Cruz was supposed to be the better, more sophisticated girl outside. Inside, girls lean forward, cheek to cheek, pushing at each other's ribs and hips for position, then chugging away downstairs: ribs, tummies, tits all taken without mercy. Cruz constantly looking to disengage - Sienna hungry, hopping after Pene, stalking her, punching her lustily to the body as brunette wilts, grows sullen.

R6: In and out action continues - girls jabbing each other thoughtfully outside, sliding in shoulder to shoulder to jerk and dig at one another's ribs. Cruz finding uppercuts - short little left uppies as she disengages, short little right uppies as Sienna hops forward. Chin music eroding Sienna's form by the final minute - she's a little ragged, mouth breathing - Pene compact, dukes up, just walking Sienna into punches, gently turning her midring.

R7: Sienna responding well to corner advice again: jab on the way in; work Pene hard to the body inside; hook Pene as she retreats. Cruz being nibbled and cuffed, unable to set her hips for the promising uppercuts of the sixth. Sienna's effervescent pressure cloying, suffocating - everywhere Cruz turns, there's a happy young blonde nipping at her heels. Miller not heavy handed - she's hit Cruz her best punches tonight - but the constant pesky lather really wearing brunette out. Bell: Cruz hollow-eyed, lips parted - both eyes puffy and those ribs are feeling very tender after 7.

R8: Sienna outworks Pene yet again. Cruz irritated, frustrated outside as Miller's jab proves dominant. Face punching induces retreat from Cruz, so Sienna pours into the breach, batting away on the flanks with those rigid, straight arm lefts and rights - scouring lefts against Peney's hips and back whenever she leans forward. Cruz rolling her torso, keeping gloves at her face - she's weary, slowing down, answering back in spots. More strutting and preening from Sienna at the bell - Cruz blushing at the sight of tanned young blonde so carefree and winsome at Pene's expense.

R9: Cruz showing class at last, taming Sienna with renewed vigour on the jab, stepping smartly around the blonde's right flank. Cruz' small gloves knocking at Sienna's pretty face, stabbing straight into her breasts - Pene with weight on the front foot putting pretty straight lefts and rights together in combination. Miller hesitant, confused for one of the few times tonight - she's getting pre-empted, tapped and poked for points this round.

R10: Sienna halts Spanish rally, discouraging Penelope with some free-swinging rights and lefts to the waist. Girls fighting shoulder to shoulder more often - Miller the busier vixen, walking Pene down and wailing on her - Cruz trying to fit blonde chin for perfect short uppercuts. Pene visibly tired, wincing, fighting to survive - Sienna's the fresher-punching beauty at the end. Comes back UD10 wide, Sienna Miller.

After: Upset duke leaves Cruz in tatters - both eyes blackened, ribs pink with punishment, spirit dampened at the knowledge upstart blonde really took it to her tonight. Miller bubbly as she's petted and pampered by well-wishers in her corner - auspicious debut suddenly making the Naomi Watts boast seem a little less outlandish. "Tonight was only the beginning," a happy blonde promises her fans. "I beat Penelope like she's never been beaten before - including her fights with Naomi! I'll dismantle Keira Knightley at 110 and I'll even retire Halliwell for good if she can lose that gut of hers! I can establish in the States against Tara Reid and I would LOVE to test my scissors against Jennifer Connelly's waist - I know she'd submit! It's just a great time to be Sienna Miller! Jennifer Love Hewitt will BEG me to..." On and on like that - Sienna with an endless list of feats she feels destined to accomplish: all easy to say coming off a showy win.