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Before: Beckinsale throwing down the gauntlet - she's rare A list comp for Jen at the weight - real sense that there's not enough room in the division for both brunettes. "I'm here to shove Jennifer to the sidelines," Kate boasts, "she's the main reason I'm now campaigning at bantam. I thrive on top-drawer competition - look at what I did to Theron - Jennifer will bring out the very best in me and that should prove far too much for her."
Usually reserved Connelly fidgety, irritated by Kate - Becks' superiority complex galling to one of the sport's most dominant figures over the last few years.
"When Kate says she likes big fights, what she's really saying is that she's inconsistent," Jennifer analyzes at the dais. "For every TKO over Theron, there seems to be an embarrassing let down in Kate's game that you don't see in mine. She has NOT proven herself at this weight and believe me, you do not want to be paying your dues against Jennifer Connelly."
Connelly in white string bikini. Kate coming to ring instructions with a malevolent little grin, wearing a floor-length white robe: she doffs said robe to reveal Raquel Welch's hot pink push up and panties from 1967's 'Bedazzled', drawing a gasp from the crowd. Connelly visibly shaken - ringsiders swear her knees buckle at Kate's dramatic reveal. Kate's hair: Underworld tresses. Small black work-out gloves, both vixens.
During R1: Connelly circling outside, lotsa leg, taking a look-see. Pinpoint potshot punching from Beckinsale: a straight right slanted down into Jennifer's body (PAK!); a doubled up jab which is short of the mark, but a festive hook which catches Jennifer in her taut waistline (CHUP!); left/rights upstairs (blocked) setting up evil, sticking hooks in the liver (CHUP! CHUP!). Neither girl hurt - Beckinsale making the fight in a tactical first.
R2: Jennifer's seens enough, puts her analysis into cold-blooded execution. She blocks and rolls an early Beckinsale one-two, then hooks Kate's chin before Kate can hook liver and DROPS BECKS TO HER BACKSIDE! Kate up quickly - dark eyes blazing as she pushes into the ref to renew hostilities - Connelly scowling, stalking the neutral corner as Kate is given her 8 count. Resume: Jennifer upping the tempo behind a lean, spiteful jab between Kate's eyes - she's got Beckinsale dazzled when a short, sharp left hook/right hand SITS KATE DOWN AGAIN! Beckinsale sitting up pretty back-to-ropes - she's astonished, blinking up at Jen like a scolded puppy - Connelly stomping angry-pantie to neutral corner to await another 8. Resume: Connelly on with that spearing stick, busting Kate ropeside - Becks covering up, open-mouthed, tilting forward behind her mitts as Connelly revs up the hurt. Thick, shivering bat-bat against the waist - both mitts - Jennifer pounding away small-glove on the body, then looking to clip short uppercuts. Kate grimacing, hands at temples - she's not all that elusive - just stooping forward in an earmuff, giving away ribs and tummy on the cheap. Jen's hands banging out brisk patterns on Kate's pale midsection, tasty ribs - whistling uppercuts brushing Beckinsale back, loosening her up as Connelly finds the mark. Furious bombardment to the bell has Beckinsale staring, tasting blood, and wobbly butt - Jennifer seething as she steps back, assesses the damage with undisguised approval.
R3: Beckinsale proving rugged at the weight - she boxes with Connelly at midring, outjabbing the former champ. Both girls crisp and stiff with the stick, busting each other in the mouth, between the eyes. Becks more apt to work off the stick - cuffing hooks, pitching in right hands - Connelly backing out and legging around rather than risking hot-punching exchanges. Stop and go stuff - Kate takes points, recovers well in the third.
R4: Jennifer steps left around a brace of pounding jabs - she's got Beckinsale momentarily stunned by the solid knock-knock-knocking at her pate. Crisp right hand off the shoulder; left hook on the chin; left hook buried sticky to Kate's liver and BECKINSALE'S HURT! Kate cringing forward with a sob and JENNIFER'S REEFING HOOKS AT KATE'S BODY! OH, she's banging away - Jen ripping with such malice she's actually hopping on her left foot - throwing her whole body into the task of crippling Beckinsale and KATE SINKS TO ONE KNEE! Kate panting, eyes narrowed in anguish - Connelly struts off hands held high as crowd roars to it's feet. Becks takes 8 at the ropes, breathing through pursed lips - she's shook, but alert, nodding at the ref to let him know she's all there. Resume: whistling punches exchanged - Connelly catching short-biting crosses on her chin, banging away right/lefts to Kate's ribcage - wiry brunettes leaning in and letting hands go in furious splatter patterns up and down and THERE GO JEN'S LEGS! Connelly suddenly haywire, stepping in fence post holes - SHE covers up and Kate tears away to body, lowering her head and chugging at Jen's pale midriff. Connelly huffing and puffing, sitting into ropes under the weight of Beckinsale's ripping body work - Kate just IN there, cheek on Jen's left shoulder, arms pumping underneath to stuff home the harm. Clinches by Connelly late - tieing up Kate's arms - Beckinsale wriggling, writhing, tugging hard to get her hands free - they wind up waltzing at the bell, pried apart by hard-working ref. Becks translates Jen's 10-8 to a standard 10-9 with a sensational rally off the deck.
R5: Becks busting jabs, hooking off the jab - she's catching Connelly on the button, backing her up. Jen blinking, startled - Beckinsale very sharp, accurate - almost Connelly-like in the way she puts punches together. Right uppercut sneaks between Jen's gloves; left hook tugs her chin; doubled-down left hook to liver cramps her up. Kate likes what she sees, pays Jennifer back BIG TIME to the liver - juicy, thick, repeat hooks banging away behind the elbow as poor Connelly groans forward. JENNIFER TAKES A KNEE! Withering licks amidships have poor Jennifer on all fours - Kate stalking past with smouldering satisfaction on her frowning brows. Resume: Beckinsale attacking Jen at the ropes - steadfast beatdown applied as Kate steps-with, parallels Connelly as Jen slides to her right. Hard times for Jen Connelly - earmuffed up, teeth bared - she bends forward and back, riding it out as Kate Beckinsale releases the hounds. PIK! PAK! PEK! punches - small gloves sounding out cruel against Jen's tight chassis, occasionally squeaking between her mitts via short-clipped uppercuts. Jen's legs shake again and again as Beckinsale places gorgeous shots into throbbing ribs, tender liver, quivering tummy. Whenever it goes on sale, Kate swabs the lower back with a hard-hearted snarl on her face, pounding Jen's kidney's with the side of either fist (illegal hammer blows - Kate is warned). Bell: Beckinsale's nostrils flaring, eyes blazing - she lingers in front of Jennifer, sniffing at the hurt - Connelly ramshackle, all beat up in her body glares back with raw resentment.
Connelly/ Becks conc.
Posted by simguy on 11/25/2005, 2:49 pm
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R6: Girls find each other with jabs, set down in strong stances and get off with rigid power shots. Both lasses well schooled - mixing up punches head and body, working combinations off the stick. Girls leaning in fairly close, relying on dukes-at-temples to block and bobbing head movement to make the opponent miss the odd shot. Constant work - either girl getting off in bursts, then covering up to receive her receipt. Beckinsale separates herself with a slutty right hand gouged up into Jen's sternum at the midway point, buckling former-champ's legs and momentarily winding her, forcing her to cover up.
R7: Beckinsale steadily outworking Jen shoulder to shoulder. Girls in there trading brisk - form still tight, both covering up well after getting off, but Kate busier, more aggressive, backing Jennifer up all around the ring. Beckinsale's body attack a withering thing of beauty - draining Jen of energy, sapping her will, taxing her spirit. Connelly bent forward behind her gloves, just grunting now when Kate partakes of liver or solar plexus - British beauty placing shots where they'll do the most harm, making Jen suffer. Connelly answering back in spots, keeping her right at her cheek as she doubles up the hook, keeping Kate honest as Beckinsale is occasionally rebuffed, rebuked.
R8: HARD, hard two way punching - girls leaning forward behind high guards, weaving torsos, putting vicious lefts and rights to licking work. Flanks are tanned, ribcages tarted up. CHUP-CHUP-CHUP combinations are ripped up into achy tummies and tortured sternums. Every square inch of either ribcage is pink with abuse, legs trembling to support pain-wracked torsos. Jen gets to Kate with superior chin-punching off the body this round - rising into short, jerking uppercuts, neatly scraping her mitts off Kate's beautiful face. Becks' back in the ropes for one of the few times tonight - Jennifer systematically beating her down at the bell.
R9: More of the same crisp, professional, hardhearted two-way - girls in nice compact stances, locating each other with jabs, then looking to put tidy hooks, crosses, uppercuts together. Withering stuff - no wasted movement or wildness - both girls just efficiently, heartlessly scouring the target raw. Midway through, Beckinsale straightens into a right uppercut; dips and gets a left uppercut - mitts scraping off Jen's forehead and face between her mitts. Becks cuffs Jen's ear a hook, then drops a vicious little hook down in behind the elbow: splash of pain on Connelly's face - she backs away grimacing, then covers up as Kate pounces, drives her to ropes. Crowd edging forward in seats as Kate POURS on the hurt - right hand cupping gently behind Jen's head as hook upon hook STORMS the right flank. POOR JEN! Connelly cringing under the vicious tucking of Kate's cruel hooks - Becks getting up in there with fury, then shifting to cup Jen's head the left while digging up under the right. JEN'S KNEES ARE GIVING! Connelly trembling, Connelly shivering - Kate's eyes flashing as she hammer-smashes the kidneys, arms rattling upon contact with Jen's back. Punches wash down - a nonstop tucking, clubbing, digging and CONNELLY GOES DOWN! Jennifer bludgeoned breathless to all fours as Kate steps back, chest HEAVING with effort. Jennifer gasping, trying to get to one knee, but she's SO hurt - and it's OVER! Connelly counted out as she's bravely trying to rally - KO9 in heartpounding fashion, Kate Beckinsale!
After: Beckinsale lifting her mitts and strutting - puffy-faced Brit beats down her fellow silver-screen goddess in one of the most hard-hearted contests of the year. So many twists and turns - Connelly leaping out to the early lead - fierce midround negotiations as Beckinsale scrapped her way back - and the numbing punishment of the late rounds all culminating in a breathless stoppage.
"The first of many," a weary, but satisfied Kate promises in postfight. "I shall give Jennifer as many beatings as she cares to accept - as many as it takes to finish her for good and all. As for my plans - I must bring Jessica Alba to heel, and take the division titles of course. Then I shall rule: hard, long, and well. The Kate Beckinsale era has arrived at bantam, like sunshine after a fortnight's rain!" On and on in that vain - Kate giving us all the benefit of her classical education ad nauseum.
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