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31 October 2009 Olga Kurylenko vs Mary Elizabeth Winstead

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Posted by simguy on 10/31/2009, 9:57 am

BEFORE: Winstead friendly with Olga up until first face-to-face photoshoot: Kurylenko abruptly slaps Mary's face and ends any chance of a professional encounter as benches clear. "What is her DEAL?" Mary wants to know in prefight. "God - I don't even know her - we're here to compete like professional fighters...and she starts a catfight in front of photographers! I may not know much, but I know this: prima donnas get their heinie's kicked in the FCBA. Can't wait to add Olga's over-rated butt to the list!" Olga snooty - all flashing dark eyes and gypsy-wild curls: she dismisses the slap even as she dismisses Mary. "What of it? I treat other women the way they deserve. Mary challenged me with her eyes and I responded: do not let her pretend otherwise. I will take her apart in the ring and leave her with nothing: expect to see a crying little girl where a brazen American strumpet used to stand!" Olga in purple bikini with ring connections; small black gloves; wild shoulder length glossy-black tangles. Mary in yellow bikini; small black gloves; long brown hair straight with bangs. Frosty during ring-instructions: Olga tilting up her chin and turning away without touching gloves.

R1: Mary pressurizing Olga, scuffing and scouring her out of her positions. Kurylenko disorganized, always rushed: she's pouting, frowning as Mary's always at her. Winstead forward behind a stubby, knocking jab - following up with clubbing flurries head and body on Olga until Kurylenko can disengage. Olga flustered at the bell - eyes flashing prettily about in a temper as she stomps back to corner, demanding an explanation from bewildered trainer.

R2: Same again from Mary: good head movement/stubby jab on approach; feisty clean up clubbing when she's in close. Olga backing up - stroked to her ribs/buffetted about her head and shoulders - she's stumbling from volume more than any one punch. Wheels fall off Olga's applecart midway through: right hand to chin catches her neat, swivels her head, sits her down; moments later - Olga backing away in confusion catches clouting hook to chin, scoots to her rear. Kurylenko snivelling, eyelashes batting rapidly as she stands for 8 counts: Winstead grinning like a little brat from neutral corner. Final minute mop up for Mary: Olga face-in-gloves at ropes, cringing as Winstead hammers slender Ukrainian flanks to bell.

R3: Olga snarling prettily as she gets the jab on Mary - piercing, stinging left hands spreading Winstead out. Olga able to circle clockwise in good order - feet wide apart: she's all sinewy and long, keeping Mary outside. Midway through, Olga threads a ratatat right/left/right straight between Mary's raised mitts: three pin-point connects to Winstead's face have her stepping in fence post holes. Bitter payback to Mary's body as she stumbling around in earmuff: Olga lashing a wide right to Winny's ribs, then a licking left - small mitts gouging deep, snatching at beef with brisk PIK! PAK! noises.

R4: Winstead shakes off the hurt, resumes her pursuit. Olga sidestepping, managing pressure through first minute, but it's too relentless: final two minutes feature Olga standing face-in-gloves, turning to face her tormentress as busy Mary flogs her foe's sleek flanks. Mary lavish with her punishment - constant batting whacks cracking off Olga's rigid ribcage, keeping her covered up. Kurylenko tuff - endures a terrible body-pasting as she baby-steps her way forward: at the bell, she's blinking away tears, ribs glowing pink (and pink=pain).

R5: Olga's lips curl off her teeth, dark eyes flashing as she steps briskly about her foe, jabbing Mary into confusion, then lashing at ribs/waist. Winstead grimacing at stroking touches, but coming forward: she's running into Olga's poke however, not making much headway. Classic Kurylenko round: SHE'S the busier vixen - swinging viciously to the waist/flanks whenever Mary's stooped forward behind her gloves; pin-pointing Mary with jabs to deny Winstead initiative and aid in Olga's flanking manoeuvres. Bell: Olga sees a hint of blood at Mary's nose - smiles at the sight.

R6: Olga jabbing, dropping long right hands: Mary catching punches on her face in early action. Minute mark - determined hooks clout and cuff at Olga's jawline: she reels away from several quick knocks, eyelashes blinking. Mary pursues with a swinging right, punching Olga on her left eye, bludgeoning that beautiful head back: Kurylenko's knees give a shimmy as she stumbles away stricken. Ropes: Mary on in sheets - baring her teeth as she bends into hurling rights/clawing lefts. Olga crying out as she's pasted - hands up high to block, but being slugged out of the way. Brutal, wild clubbing strokes bounce off Olga's skull, sending her skidding into Krusher Korner: Mary stepping-with, pouring a series of batting right hands into Olga's head. Kurylenko wobbling, eyes frightened, hands extended: Mary pressing in, punching hard for the head with both hands. Right hand bounces off Olga's forehead - her head lolls on receipt, right shoulder sagging into corner ropes. Another right hand - another: Mary leaning in, chopping away heartlessly - she's clubbing Olga atop her skull as brunette slumps and goes limp. A few insurance rights land, but Olga's already out...she pools to canvas to spread out on her tummy as seething Mary is bodied back. Bludgeoning KO6 Mary Elizabeth Winstead.

After: Mary fierce in immediate aftermath, pacing her corner as attendants try to remove gloves - glaring over at Olga's gently sat up and tended to. "I could feel how brittle she was," Mary says in postfight. "I'd hit her in the arm and see her flinch: I was hurting her with everything. I'm glad: normally, I just want to win, but if Olga WAS hurt? So much the better!"