Charlize Theron vs. Catherine "Cat" Bell (XIII) by simguy 5-21-05 

Charlize a-glow - she's all but chalked up the win in prefight. "Really, the fight's a formality," gushes the excited blonde. "I've beaten the best Cat Bell there's ever going to be and that was years ago. The hollow shell that's left is gorgeous to look at, but decrepit inside - just a matter of me putting the work in to get her out of there. Each beating from now on is another nail in the coffin of Cat's career. I honestly believe that when I'm through with her after this fight? She'll holler 'uncle', call it quits. We're down to the dregs now and I can't wait to see her admit it."

Bell bristling at the familiar taunts: she won't let Charlize get under her skin. "I've got a job to do and that job is to render Charlize Theron helpless in the ring," says brunette in chilling tones. "I got the old familiar tingle when CB told me this fight had been made and I'm on a mission. It's time I turned the tide, took control of this woman again. She's lorded it over me long enough - it's time to start reeling her in."

Bell in electric blue bikini - Charlize in cream battle bikini.

Rd 1: BELL GOES DOWN! Cat stepping with her jab - Charlize with that quick-snapping right counter chops chin over top - hurtin' pony trot Bell, then a delayed action collapse to all fours starts the count. Charlize beaming, bounding to the neutral corner fresh as daisies: heart POUNDING with the thought of KO1 victory. Bell stunned, beats the count for a ragged 8 at the ropes and ON COMES CHARLIZE! Theron steps-to, eagerly palming back Cat's shoulders as Bell covers up earmuff - job of work for blonde to pound away at what's left. Pushing and slugging - Charlize propping Cat up then giving her beefy to the body. Ones or twos early - Charlize just being methodical, but as Cat breaks down, starts to skid and loll against the ropes - Charlize gallops in three and four to the torso. Merciless pummelling THUMP of Charlize' hard-working fists bashing away at trembling Cat Bell tummy, ribs, and those luscious jugs - Char spends a full minute and a half on that body, belting it her hardest blows, stepping-with as Cat slides dreamy into the TE corner. Down the stretch, GLORIOUS lanky-limbed assault - Bell's defence in tatters - Charlize carving her hellacious uppercuts to split the mitts, walloping her gorgeous right hands against the jaw, stroking those hulking melons hooks. Charlize hard at work applying the shellack - legs set strong, swinging hips through the punching motion - she's bracing Cat upright in the chest with either hand, then belting her rugged the free mitt. Bell out on her feet, eyelashes fluttering, lips parted and DOWN SHE GOES! Charlize letting out a whoop of pleasure - hopping away with sparkling eyes - poor Cat Bell beaten senseless, trembling on all fours like a newborn colt. By some miracle, Catherine beats the count, but she's ruined - staring bleakly, swaying on the spot as ref takes a close look at the bell. Theron lifting her mitts and strutting the ring before taking her stool - it's the start of a lifetime against Cat.

Rd 2: Bell the veteran digs in - plan A whatever it was has just gone out the window - Cat just getting herself together and trying to scratch her way back into the bout. Charlize bouyant, bouncing back in and looking to belt Bell out of there - Cat in an air-tight guard around her temples, elbows in takes a rib-rocking early brace of lefts and rights splattering up and down her flanks. Bell banging back - short, choice right hands on the mouth sobering Theron up - Charlize assuming a more responsible stance at close range as she gets tagged - now both girls have their dukes up, leaning forward to get off tidy. Heads grinding, rubbing, both girls bumping shoulders - it's a hard-working round. Both girls plundering tummy via strapping hooks in close, both looking to work the right uppercut off the shoulder bump - it's healthy two way hammer and tongs. Final minute, thick, methodical trade - Bell weaves under a Theron right cross, answers back a crisp biting hook on the chin and CHARLIZE REELS BACK WOOZY! Theron on her heels, didn't like that hook one bit - ON COMES CAT! Bell heartless, wading in with rights and lefts - walking barrage beats Charlize length of the ring, drives her to far ropes in disarray. Char windblown, lolling into strands - Cat splits the mitts a lunging straight right hand, belting Therons' face back and bending her lithe frame over the top rope. BEATDOWN! Cat unleashes a thick, batting barrage of lefts and rights - gloves spanking hard off Charlize' flanks, clipping her chin. Theron in stupor, tilting forward - Cat braces her a left hand on the shoulder, then PUMPS away righty downstairs - great thumping licks in the belly and CHARLIZE GOES DOWN! Blonde sobbing for air, quivering - Bell staggering away open-mouthed. Brutality reaching new levels between these two as CHARLIZE is saved by the bell in the second.

Rd 3: Ramshackle beauties eyeing each other with groggy hate; legs heavy, feet stepping flat - they wander into range and both start strappin'. Great clocking licks - Bell leaning in, pulling a clouting right hand over and over short to Charlize' ear, staggering the blonde in a dazed circle to her left. Charlize reaching in and muscling Bell's arms up and back, then going to her ribcage with heavy, sumptuous strokes. Bell responding in kind, swapping bop downstairs as long beauties lay in mouth-on-weary-shoulder. They stumble around each other, growing mindless as chins are checked, eyes coming back glassy, reactions slowing. Theron with hair obscuring half her face seems sleepy, taking extra shots on both jawlines - she's systematically backed into the ropes and worked on down the stretch. Bell applying ham - pushing Charlize' shoulders square, propping her in the chest, then simply clobbering her. Theron soaks up a clubbing, staring at the bell through lidded eyes. Cat swaying on her feet when she pushes up off her foe - SHE'S wobbly butt, half from Charlize' punishment, half from her own exertions.

Rd 4: OH THEY SLAM AWAY! Mindless, groggy two way belting. Magnificent boxers forget they ever jabbed or danced in their lives - they're just falling in together, struggling to muscle the other's arms back, get her off balance, then strap her hard. Cat's head swivels off Theron right hands - big bashing connects. Theron's head swivels as Bell's right hand finds chin - Cat pulling the punch in tidy, bending in on follow through. Theron comes forward, smashing away lefts and rights at Cat's face - then Bell retakes lost territory, clubbing Theron about her head and shoulders in weary stalemate. Bell going to Theron's body with upthrusting right hands, pounding away tummy, sternum, tits - Charlize not about to let that stand, swings away wide to the waist - beating Cat into doubled-up stupor at times. Girls constantly falling hurt into each others arms, but neither really clinching - both want to resume slugging as soon as they can coax fresh hate into humming limbs. Bell - both reeling, still trying to clout each other with wide, tired sweeps - ref pushes tottering vixens apart: eyes dull, chests heaving with exhaustion through just four blistering heats.

Rd 5: Mindless, groggy two way belting. They punch and fall in. Struggling in one anothers arms, eyes are closed, mouths open as they wrestle to push and maul the other back. Fight tumbles along the ropes blonde, brunette, blonde, brunette as they trade positions. Bell in close, traps Char's right under her left and has a moment of blissful supremacy over Theron's jugs, belting helpless hooter rich right hands in close, just packing 'em in as poor Charlize slouches hurt in the ropes. Moments later, Theron gets her payback, bodying Cat to the ropes, hurting her to the midsection and scoring great chugging shellack on that heaving rack as Bell leans forward. No stone left unturned tonight - both girls beating every last inch of the offending torso in front of her tonight, hip to head.

During the break: camera picks up groggy Charlize mumbling to her trainer, "Is she quitting?"

Bell on her stool, eyes closed, head back against turnbuckle, baring her long, parched throat - Syren rubbing Cat's thighs feverishly in both hands to bring some life back to Bell's legs.

Rd 6: They fall in: Charlize clouting a tight right to jaw seems to shake Bell to her foundations - Cat immediately snuggling up hurt around Theron's ribcage. Ref's break - light returning to Charlize' eyes as she smells hurt on Cat - blonde picks up the pace. Rudimentary jab from Theron, just finding Cat, fixing her position - swinging right hands over top land flush, wet to the ear, staggering Bell sideways. Cat wobbly butt, face-in-gloves - she's just trying to lean forward, smother the work. Theron goes body right/left, cripping Bell, then dips left to sling a lanky left hand in over Bell's right hip, bending brunette chassis. Cat at Charlize' mercy, taking little baby-steps whenever she's belted - Theron getting off, walking her girl down. Bell buying time with moist clinches, reaching under the arms and hanging off Charlize: Theron scooting her hips back, trying to create distance, jamming away at Cat's back and hips with flailing arms in the clinch until sweaty ref's breaks. By the midway point, Cat's legs betray her - she's reeling into ropes, barely keeping her feet, struggling to keep her face protected. Charlize wild, exhausted, but stoked with fresh KO lust POURS it on, belting Cat about her head and shoulders, swinging beefy to the waist and hips - long blonde arms shivering after contact with solid brunette body. And OH, those great throbbing jugs of Cats! Theron just HEAVING in the hurt, propping Cat up, standing up in the stirrups Brittany Daniel style and chugging until either falling in or getting bogged down in a clinch. It's Charlize on Cat, either punching, or squirming against Bell at the ropes - just a constant, numbing oppression of blonde on brunette. Break: Cat just limp with hurt, all busted up; Charlize exhausted, mouth wide open for extra oxygen - she's swaying, unable to believe that Bell still resists the siren-song of the canvas. 10-8 without the knockdown regardless, but Bell's fighting heart still beating.

Charlize imploring the ref en route to her corner, "Guy - she's done. Just look at her - what else do I have to do? Stop this before I ruin her for good!"

Rd 7: No way out for either woman - they blunder into each other, hair in eyes, mouths open - both slugging on autopilot, and now it's Cat Bell's turn. Charlize punched out after her finishing kick failed to deliver in the sixth - now Cat gets her body on Charlize, starts to bull blonde around. Charlize' eyes fluttering shut as she reaches woozy around Cat's hips to clinch - Bell pounding away to the back and hips, flailing her arms against Charlize until the ref steps in. Cat marching ever-forward, slugging and bodying Theron to ropes - Charlize drifting in and out, standing upright at the ropes, posing perfectly for shattering blows that send her face whipsawing back and forth. Bell measured, staying within herself, taking the time to push Theron upright with beefy deliberation before applying shellack - she's patient, methodical where Charlize had been rhapsodic, possessed. Theron proves just as stubborn taking her beating though - long, curvy legs holding her up as torso goes numb. Frustrated, Bell finishes the steamy session with a numbing criss-cross pounding of straight punches against Charlize' Oscar winning tits. Theron's head bobbling as her chest soaks a drumming - she's teary-eyed at the bell, rickety en route to her stool as she supports herself with a left hand on the top rope for balance.

Rd 8: Charlize rallies in the first minute, her left hand reaching for Cat's right bicep, her right mitt clouting Cat's jaw in groggy early action. Bell soaks it up, starts to issue back. Great thudding right hands up underneath, sounding out hollow against Charlize' ribs, buckling blonde's legs. Cat steadies, reaches in her left to Theron's right arm, then POUNDS a hateful right hand off golden brown blonde midsection. Theron groaning, chest forward, butt back - Cat reloads the right and clips her foe a cracking right uppercut, pounding the mouthpiece off Theron's head and shooting it straight up into the air. Theron stupid with punishment - Cat still bracing with the extended left gets her hips behind another gorgeous right hand on the breadbasket, shifts and gets that slobberknocking right uppy on the chin. Theron's head tossing back like a Pez dispenser from those blows - legs give way - Bell sidesteps to allow Charlize a headlong collapse face first into the ropes. Deep breath Cat - she wades in, sportswoman enough to push Theron upright rather than pounding her back, then Bell goes to work. Bludgeoning, succulent work to the body - Cat dukes at her chest, alternating methodical curling lefts and rights, shoulders rotating sexy, bringing her hands back smart, shifting her hips as she concentrates all her venom on the offending waist. Theron sobbing in pain, sitting on ropes and helpless - Bell finally punches herself out and falls in, pressing Charlize into the strands to make her feel the weight. Theron groaning, hating the feel of Cat atop her, but powerless to dislodge her - ref has to peel exhausted Bell off her prey as both girls reel to respective corners.

Rd 9: Form? What form? Girls hopelessly hurt, walking on their heels, hands collected loose at chests, eyelashes fluttering - yet both still have the will to punish. Cat winds up, punches a wide, sidearm right against Charlize' flank: Theron sees it, but can't avoid it, wearily turning her torso to help absorb the shock. Theron paws a weak jab at Cat's lower lip, then drifts a sandbagging right across the chin - head snap Bell, legs quiver - she falls in breathless and pushes Charlize off at the stagger. Back and forth like this - two prime, exquisite fighters reduced to stone-age plod n' slug - but neither has any choice. Down the stretch - free swinging, licking lefts and rights up underneath have Bell folding forward hurt behind her gloves. Charlize helps herself to lower back, cruelly bludgeoning her rival's kidneys - threatening to score a knockdown at the bell as Cat's legs bend, but don't give way as the ref jumps in.

Rd 10: Battered beauties shuffle into one another, push each other back out to arm's length, then continue the crude, shellacking two way. Bell getting the better of it - using that pawing left to those throbbing tits to distract Charlize, or extending it to push back Theron's right bicep - setting up those brutal right hands to that mound of black and blue left breastmeat. Charlize windblown, leaning upright against the ropes and just staring into Cat's sweeping right hands to the head - blonde just can't get out of the way at this point. Theron doing enough to survive - clinching breathless, brawling back groggy off the ropes, but it's Bell's round - brunette finishing strong, settles down to pound Charlize' ribs heavy-handed, rising lefts and rights as the ref enforces the break. Comes back a UD10...CHARLIZE THERON!

After: Theron shuddering as she breaks down into exhausted tears - she's never asked herself for as much in a fight as she did tonight. Bell beaten unrecognizable, standing bleak, devastated - Theron's hand raised in victory over her AGAIN is an icy dagger in the proud brunette's heart. Charlize bumbling over at the stagger, grabbing Cat's bikini top and pulling her to: groggy gloating from blonde prompts fumbling protest as Cat pushes and struggles to get free - both girls so hurt, so incoherent it's pathetic to see them strain at each other like this.

"I toyed with her," slurs Charlize in postfight, glassy eyes obscured by damp hair. "Seriously - she was all but out after the first, so I carried her, gave her a beating to remember. She fought her heart out, I will give her that, but was she a threat? Never - I was never badly hurt. I just heaped it on her and proved beyond a shadow of a doubt, now and forever more: I'm the better woman!"

Bell disconsolate, but the classiest dame in boxing has some words for the press despite the agony of the loss. "She hurt me terribly in the first round," Cat admits through swollen lips. "Honestly, I thought I was going out. I pulled it together and gave her everything she wanted tonight, but I couldn't do the things I wanted to do. I'm embarrassed - I basically brawled with her, fought stupid with her. I know I'm classier and better technically than she is and I just couldn't execute the way I wanted."

 FIGHT OF THE YEAR CANDIDATE!