UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 5/27/2005, 9:06 am.

Before: Frosty, frosty dais: girls do NOT like being in the same room together, both fidgetty, restless, avoiding eye contact with each other. Painful to watch them pose for fight pics - taut little bodies vibrating with competitive animosity, security keeping a close eye out whenever girls are forced to be within arm's reach of one another. "I just want to tear into her," Sarah tells reporters in a quiet, almost trembling voice. "I'm beating Precious and taking those belts. I'm going to break her heart in this fight." Portman very still throughout Sarah's commentary, staring at the table - she's every bit as committed to downing this particular opponent. "Denying Sarah the titles is important to me," Natalie says by way of explaining this gift of a title shot to her most hated rival. "Beating her isn't enough: breaking her in big fights is the way I'm going to finish her. I don't want to talk too much about this because I don't want you guys to jump to the wrong conclusions about me. I'm not mean, I'm not vindictive, but for Sarah: all bets are off." Navy bandeau bikini Natalie (see Aristide reference for Portman/Stevens) hair however you want to imagine it - Sarah in scorching hot pink bandeau (Natalie's opposite in every way tonight), hair in scruffy battle bun. Small gloves both vixens.

During R1: Girls get shoulder to shoulder early - Sarah off to the quick start - Natalie hanging behind her guard, covering well up top, but giving away ribs and tummy to Gellar's busy mitts. Sarah's fists pounding out CHUP-CHUP-CHUP...CHUP-CHUP-CHUP-CHUP - little crowd-pleasing bursts against Portman's body. Natalie just standing there, soaking it up - Gellar getting off, stepping to the right with the right mitt under her chin, left hand popping short-arm jabs, then she's chopping back into the thick of Natalie. Gellar punctuates a hard-working heat with three busting left hooks tight n' tuff to paunch: Portman receiving with lips tightly clenched, slightly stooped forward.

R2: CHUP-CHUP-CHUP - Sarah brisk to breadbasket, tidying up downstairs, rolling her shoulders, crowding in close with Portman. Natalie shakes off her lethargy, answering back CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! - both girls willing to sacrifice torso meat in order to stand ground and answer back in kind. Gellar the first to break the stalemate: crisp clipping right uppercut splits the mitts, picks up Natalie's face - Portman stops punching. Sarah stepping back, letting Portman walk into chup-chup licks to the waist, sidestepping to turn brunette's left flank. Sarah doubling up hooks, keeping it thick n' moist on Natalie's ribs - Portman stooping forward, trying to snuggle up and smother some of this work. Bell - Sarah's pumped - jogging happily to her corner. Natalie cramped, frowning - champ's a little flat through 2.

R3: CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! Sarah and those short, hacking, heartless body shots - chopping in above the hips, tucking into tummy and ribs - blonde taking it to brunette as Portman seems to want to brawl inside, but isn't moving her hands. Minute mark - Sarah with a workmanlike tanning of waist has Portman stooping - RIGHT UPPERCUT PUTS HER DOWN! Natalie picked up, dropped to all fours - she's a startled beauty as Sarah makes a show of stepping over Nat's back en route to a neutral corner. Wobbly 8 - Portman in a bad way: ON COMES GELLAR! Sarah Michelle bodying up, reaching under Natalie's arms, bullying her, then starting in with that tidy, compact, non-stop work. Natalie butt-on-turnbuckles, just swooning forward open mouthed, earmuffed up - Sarah's helping herself to tummy, tits and chin, lighting Portman up with bright pattern punching. Sarah crowding in close over Nat's right shoulder, going belly with repeat, stuffing right hands. Sarah stepping to her right, bracing Nat with the right hand and going at her tummy hooks. Sarah clubbing, clouting Natalie about her temples. Sarah working the hips, spanking those kidneys. Without a doubt the worst three minutes Natalie Portman has ever experienced at the hands of Sarah Michelle Gellar. Bell: Gellar grabbing navy bandeau, tugging groggy Natalie-to and shrieking triumphantly in her face. Poor Natalie blinking, stunned, starting to bust up: Gellar's ROMPING through 3. ROMPING!

R4: Hungry, hungry Sarah - she POURS herself at the dregs. Natalie trying to get her legs going, stepping to her right at the perimeter, but she's stabbed and pinned down by Gellar's seeking jabs. Sarah reaching in to palm Natalie's inner elbows, bodying brunette into ropes, then cleaning up: just a constant tapping, swatting, tucking, digging attack - humbling Portman's proud body, then going to her stubborn chin as the defence droops. Natalie groaning, grimacing - corner screaming at her to punch, but she's just not getting off: Sarah's in her trunks, dominating her and Portman hasn't got any answers. Another smearing shutout sends Portman teary-eyed to her corner: Sarah Michelle lifting her mitts and strutting shamelessly as she racks up 4 straight - WIDE!

R5: Natalie fighting hard, but her back's still to the ropes - Sarah willing to get hit because she knows Portman's much more worn down at this point. Some upperbody wrestling as girls struggle to pull and push for position, then that constant licking, wet, hacking of one another's trim bodies. Better round for Natalie, but Sarah separating herself late - using a little jab, step-right routine to get an angle, hooking Natalie's left eye and tits with double chup-chup, dropping right hands over Nat's left shoulder. Portman ruggedly soaking it up, but her face is looking VERY tender: Sarah's punches are landing in unprecendented numbers tonight. Bell: Portman dragging back to her corner, achy as her face and ribs get ice; Sarah hungry, intent, taking on water, bright eyed and anxious to get back on.

Portman. Gellar conc.

Posted by Simguy on 5/27/2005, 9:07 pm.

R6: Natalie unpacks the jab, but it's just to break up Sarah's rhythm: Portman committed to outpunching Sarah tonight. Portman finally beating Gellar to bodyshots, rolling her shoulders to work tummy, raking Sarah vicious little hooks hip, bicep, across the jugs. Midway through, Natalie steadily outworking Sarah, backing her up - Gellar's legs suddenly give a shimmy and she reaches to clinch with a hurting pout. Ref's break - now it's Natalie looking hungry, walking Sarah down, bringing battle. Sarah wilting - she can't keep Nat off and she's hurt to the body - she just sits in the ropes, covers up and starts to accept a beating as Portman climbs aboard. Natalie with payback lather - belting her crouching foe cruel lefts and rights across the back, over the hips, working in tuff behind Sarah's elbows. Gellar's eyes brimming as she flashes Natalie an accusatory How-Could-You look - Natalie unrepentant, still throbbing from Sarah's heartless punching all night long.

R7: Sarah roars back! Girls grinding mouth on shoulder, pushing at each other's arms while leaning in, then hustle-punching ribs, tummy and bandeau'd breasts. Sarah starting to tug Nat's top, reversing field on Natalie, holding and hitting with cheap right hands. Portman ragged, open mouthed - she's reaching for Sarah, but getting muscled, spun, outfoxed as well as outslugged. Down the stretch, Nat up against ropes - Sarah with her left hand gripping the waistband of Portman's sturdy trunks turns into a series of oily right hands, clouting Natalie along the apron, bodying up on follow through to keep it sweaty. Portman staring, left eye closing - she's wobbly butt en route to her corner.

R8: Natalie pays Sarah back, tugging neon-pink bandeau top, twisting Sarah, pushing her off, hitting her cheap right hands - ref finally takes both vixens by the arms and gives them a good shake to restore order. CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! Back to the grind inside - small fists beating out thick wet tunes on throbbing pink bodies. Portman tougher, harderhearted - she backs Sarah up punch for punch. Gellar getting chin checked tasty uppercuts in close and cringing from body shots: she's not looking so pristine through 8 sultry heats.

R9: All Portman, bell to bell. Natalie jabbing to steer Gellar to ropes, get her covering up, then Portman lays in sweaty to dish. Nat painting the tape with her punches - nibbling trunk with busy lefts and rights as she works below the navel. Natalie shrugging her way up into Sarah's underated jugs - nice scrubbing action brings fresh tears to Sarah's eyes. Gellar cute at the ropes, right at her left cheek, left across her bod - dipping, rolling punches with her left shoulder - but Natalie too busy, overwhelms the defence. Bell: Nat's chest heaving - she bodies up, looking to bully Sarah - GELLAR CLOCKS HER A CHEAP LEFT HOOK! Sarah turning on a swiping left swivel's Natalie's head - all hell breaks loose as tempers flare and ref has to restore order.

R10: OH THE PUNCHING! Nothing like flyweight scrapping when both girls are convinced they can take the other's biggest shot. They lay in and work - occasionally making a sneaky little pivot to the right, trying to impose will on the other, but it's mostly just brisk give and take. Girls grinding faces and heads as they struggle and jostle for position - arms reaching in, pushing for any advantage. Down the stretch, you gotta love Sarah's short, upthrusting lefts and rights to sternum and tits - she's backing Portman up breathless, bossing her slightly at the bell. THEY'RE STILL PUNCHING! Neither girl willing to let go - they work and work until physically restrained by ref. Comes back UD10 for the winner...and NEW flyweight champ - Sarah Michelle Gellar!

After: Natalie lost, desolate, wiping at her eyes up as decision is announced - Sarah screaming with joy, dropping to her knees, hands clasped - she's overjoyed at toppling her rival. SO painful for Portman to hand over the belts in her corner: the smug satisfaction on Sarah's face; the mocking eye contact - Natalie scalded as Gellar takes the gold away. Weighed down by belts - Sarah grabs Nat's top and tugs her in close, breathing a hot, hateful champion's rebuke into Natalie's face. Portman welling up anew, shoved away as Sarah releases with a flourish, struts away with insufferable supremacy in every step.

Thanks to Apollo for this repost.

Archer 10/19/09