Posted by simguy on 8/5/2005, 6:14 pm,

Before: Jennifer goes jugular in prefight - offering Sienna no quarter: "How's Sienna supposed to compete with me," Jen says, "when she can't even compete with her own nanny?" Gasp of shock from assembled press, delighted chortle from Naomi Watts - Sienna looking across the dais in utter shock, mouth open at Connelly's cruelty. Jen continues: "I mean, seriously - what kind of 'celebrity' is this Sienna Miller - letting a total no-name take her man? Can you imagine if I had been the nanny? Jude would have personally kicked Sienna to the curb! No sneaking around!" It's all too much for Miller - she stands, eyes welling up, how-could-you shake of her head at Connelly - then Sienna rushes from the room as she breaks down entirely. KOprefight, Jen C welcomes Sienna to the FCBA with some of the meanest Podium trash ever uttered in competition. "She thought THAT was bad," Jen cracks wise, all pleased with herself, "Wait'll the FIGHT starts!"

Jen in ivory bikini, Sienna in baby blue bikini.

During R1: Jen sorts Sienna out the jab, boxes the blonde smartly bell to bell. Midring, Jen's weight forward, right hand cheek-high, left chest-high, double-tapping stick as Miller rotates, takes. Jen dropping choice right hands tidy off the shoulder, back into Sienna's scrawny ribcage the hook: difference in size/weight of shot apparent as Miller shakes upon impact.

R2: Second consecutive shutout Jen C - banging body that hook while keeping her right hand high - real treat to watch Jennifer twist her hips, rotate torso through her hooking motion. Miller groaning, giving ground, crossing her arms as Connelly samples the ribcage - blonde legs a-trembling as Jennifer puts stroke amidships. Jen rifling jabs like power shots to cut down the ring and force Miller ropeside: delicate blonde brows starting to scuff up through 2.

R3: Jen treats herself to more midsection - bright, spanking hooks in twos and threes - Miller crumbling away with a stricken expression. Sienna lands her first punches late the round, clawing away desperately off the ropes to buffett Jen atop her pate and shoulders. Connelly boring in now, squaring up, basically ignoring Miller to get her own agenda across.

R4: Jen's pulverizing jab hustling Miller to ropes - Connelly squaring up and going body with robust lefts and rights. Jen's ready position: gloves at chin - she dips left, gets hooks off the left foot - dips right, gets ripping rights off the right foot. Miller's lips downturned, Miller groaning - she's pushing plaintively at Jen, trying to hunker down and cover up, but Connelly clearly too strong at the ropes. Withering beatdown applied - Jen buckling and rebuckling Sienna's knees in the middle minute, then laying up just a smidge - possibly carrying Miller to the bell rather than piling on proper. Jen breezy in her corner, taking on water, nodding bright-eyed to instructions: Miller tilting head back, eyes frowning shut, lips quivering as trainer probes throbbing ribs.

R5: Sienna fighting hard, baring her teeth, throwing her wiry frame into swishing lefts and rights to deny Jennifer supremacy. Connelly walking forward behind her jab, then banging the body, recognizing her strength edge and taking full advantage. CONNELLY GOES DOWN! Sienna lands a pesky right on the chin, sweeping left on the temple - Jen's foot skids on a wet patch of canvas, her legs split and she's dropped awkwardly to her knees for a 2 count, popping right back up. Miller's eyes blazing from the neutral corner - Jen blushing, shaking her head "No" as ref wipes her gloves on his shirt. Resumption of fight sees Jen hound Sienna around the ring as brunette looks to assure the judges that knock down was a slip. Miller gloating at the bell, actually pounding her flexed right bicep - legit muscle like a little hard boiled egg - with her left hand as Connelly stalks away in anger. 10-8 Miller!

R6: Miller emboldened, steps-to and attempts to brawl toe-to-toe - she's beaten in stages to ropes as Jen lays in and hammers away. Connelly just moving mitts - little rising right hands, curling lefts - fists smashing at Sienna's flat tummy, shiny ribs, golden torso, slender arms. Miller's clawing and slapping at Jen, even stepping back and walking Connelly into a cracking right hand on the button: no effect. Jen takes over at the ropes, treats Sienna to a shuddering beatdown final minute.

R7: Sienna taking punches: lots and lots of punches. Too many punches. Sienna starts out organized: feet dug in; hands up at temples. Connelly's pumping jabs destabilize blonde guard, busting Sienna up the middle. Connelly hooks from there, dipping her shoulder to get downstairs with thudding authority - mitts sounding out wet and loud against Miller's spare ribs and tummy. Sienna's legs falter and she falls back, hits ropes in disarray: Jen squares up, piles on, steps-with as poor Miller skids along ropes trying to escape the deluge. Bell to bell Jen - little Sienna busting up now, crippled to the body, coaxing defiance from slender legs, but ringsiders starting to call for this thing to be ended.

R8: Jennifer pouring on. Miller too hurt in her body to mount effective defence - she's grimacing even before Jen's first hooks land amidships. Scalding beatdown applied this round - tough to watch - Connelly just jabbing Miller senseless, walking her down, then putting walloping lefts and rights together in rigid combinations. Jen curling punches up underneath or smashing 'em straight through the tattered remnants of Miller's guard - all adds up to a knockdown in the second minute and another anxious beatdown final minute to send Miller to her corner ramshackle.

R9: Where the hell's the ref? Jennifer Connelly allowed to advance on a mumbling, incoherent blonde and pour on the hurt - simply no way this should be happening. Poor Miller dazed, slumped in the ropes - hands moving from a crossed position against her tummy to a sick parody of a high guard as she bends forward and back, soaking up Connelly leather. Jennifer machine-like - feet set, dipping her shoulders and turning her hips to get extra leverage: she's fighting Sienna Miller like she's Jen Garner. Punches just bashing at Miller now, clubbing at the chest and arms, clipping chin. Miller's legs give way - she goes down to a series of strapping left hooks to her body, down again to a left uppercut sweet on the chin. Final moments sees Connelly land a stream of shellacking lefts and rights, fists just smashing away at Sienna's skull and slender shoulders - blonde wilts face forward, bludgeoned witless by the relentless drubbing. Connelly steps back, nodding in satisfaction: KO9 in heinous fashion, Jen C.

After: Total victory Connelly - psychologically gutting Sienna in prefight, plastering her during - been a long time since one girl has negated another girl to this extent in competition. Miller too small, too green to offer meaningful competition on the night. Postfight caps Miller's nightmare: Connelly with Watts in tow assumes command in Sienna's corner - TU girls taking turns mounting Miller in the corner and posing on her, fists tangled in the damp mop of her blonde hair while the other vixen struts around clapping. Heinous when the wolfpack did it - no less shameful in this case as TU tosses the etiquette book into the shredder