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Before: Extra-added incentive for these competitors: Salma Hayek's showing interest in both lasses for her comeback bout. Hudson/Richardson immediately becomes a showcase opportunity for the winner. "I was looking forward to Katie anyway," Salli says, obviously excited at the podium, "but Salma Hayek's my dream fight. I used to watch Salma sell out the Forum in L.A. fighting girls like Jada Pinkett, Nia Long, Janet Jackson, Paula Abdul - but never me - I never even got past Hayek's receptionist back then. If Salma's going to be ringside, seriously looking us over? I've GOT to shine on Katie - even more than I was intending to." Hudson equally excited, but not about the Hayek angle: "Salma's a huge fight," admits Kate, "but I haven't even seen an offer sheet from her and I don't know what her intentions are. I have to take my career one round at a time right now - you guys know how hard it's been for me. Now that I'm on the right track, I don't want to make any dumb mistakes - and looking past someone like Salli is whopper-dumb. She's got the fastest hands in the division and her tummy gives girls half her age inferiority complexes. Her style is nothing like Salma's - practically the opposite - so I can't start thinking about Hayek's pressure when I need to be focusing on cutting off the ring and making Salli's age THE decisive factor in this fight." Salli in pink lace bra and boy cut panties - small black work out gloves. Baby blue lace bra for Kate; navy boy cut panties with baby blue lace trim; pretty baby blue bow holding hair in low ponytail; small white work out gloves.
During R1: Hudson dukes up, chin tucked, stepping forward with purpose, but not showing a jab: Salli's potshottin'. Richardson waiting on Katie, slide-steppin' back a smidge, then fitting Hudson for a thick, sticking hook juuuust inside blonde right hip - small mitt biting in PAK! Salli quick-pivoting away to her left, ghosting out of range, luring Hudson forward. Straight right hand - hesitation delivery off a feint - explores Kate's sturdy defences up top: Salli pivoting away to her right. Richardson landing her single hooks to the body - peppering blonde the jab - stepping out and walking around to turn Katie. Salli a vision of fit, tasty cougar outclassing firm young blonde in the first.
R2: Kate unpacks the jab, renegotiates terms. Salli unable to potshot at will - she backs away frowning, soon hits ropes. Kate creeping in, crouched low - she paws the jab up top, sweeps the right roundhouse hard above Salli's left hip; tucks the hook in firm to flat tummy, then doubles the left uppercut off the body to brush Salli upright. Richardson under intense pressure - rolling and blocking on the spot - then spinning out of there, buying herself some space with her feet. Katie quick to pursue - spitting out the jab, right hand protecting her chin as she scoots forward - she hounds Salli to far ropes and continues slamming assault on Richardson's firm midriff. That's the way of it - Salli absorbing Kate's strength on the apron, then spinning out of there - Hudson hounding her foe to fresh patch of ropes and working diligently to break her down.
R3: Kate still the aggressor - Salli grimacing, finding it hard to elude her persistent tormentress. Richardson herded to ropes and beaten about her arms, torso and tummy - Katie very brawny getting off, biting her mitts off Salli and turning the punches over so that Hudson's elbows come up and out on follow-through. Midway through, Salli tries to punch her way off the ropes - girls trade blunt right hands to mouths: RICHARDSON TAKES A KNEE! Salli quickly up - just sort of blocked to her right knee by the collision - but Katie's nostrils are flaring at the sight of Richardson's magnificent legs suddenly looking questionable. Salli resorting to brisk shoeshine-flurries to get Kate covered up, then spinning off the ropes: Hudson unhurt by any of this - it's smokescreen punching designed to facilitate Richardson withdrawals.
R4: Richardson retreating, turning at the ropes, luring Katie: Hudson cautious, but aggressive, always coming forward, moving her head well, jabbing smart, finding her range and continuing to put leather on taut Richardson meat. Salli fitting Katie for the odd glorious potshot - particularly that stepped-in hook to ribs when Kate's stooping forward behind her mitts: when Salli hits it, Kate's lips part as she sighs upon receipt. But no follow up from Richardson - she'll score a firm touch, then scoot away - allowing Katie to walk her down and land 4 or 5 sturdy, clubbing blows at the ropes until Richardson can houdini out of there. Cat and mouse all over the ring - but Kate's looking stronger, carrying the rounds through 4.
R5: Kate disciplined on all fronts: she knows her footwork isn't to Salli's standard, so she's using her jab, pressurizing Richardson to ropes, and when she's in close, Katie's working. Hudson chugging away to tummy with robust bursts - brawny little shoulders rotating as she generates thumping hup-hup. Huddie raking Salli's glossy ribs and flanks on either side - biting off the punches tart - using raised elbows to nudge and bump on follow throughs. Richardson scowling - taking a beating: she's got good defensive instincts - almost never taking a clean punch to her head as she rolls and dips and blocks - but sheer weight of volume giving Hudson too many minutes through 5.
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R6: Salli stands her ground, tries to bang for respect: Katie makes her pay. Hudson gobbling Salli's right hands without complaint, but Katie's stubby rights are shaking Richardson, wobbling her buttocks and forcing her to stumble away with concerned eyes. Both girls digging hard hooks to quivering tummies - both taking these blows well - but Katie's able to body up and bump Salli back afterward, basically walking through the smaller woman. Richardson digging in, fighting hard, but this isn't good for her: Katie landing her finest, cleanest blows with Salli parked right in front and midway through - Kate puts Salli down with a left to the body/left uppercut to chin that has Hayek clapping prettily at ringside. Final minute - Salli's looking haunted, scuffed up, discouraged - she runs for it, denying combat to get herself out of a disasterous sixth.
R7: Richardson gets an earful in her corner, comes out to execute what she's been told. Salli creating distance, turning and steering Katie, walking blonde into potshots. Feints from Salli have Katie crouching - Richardson able to score with hesitation rights or vicious hooks to Kate's firm midsection, then sidestep while knuckle-pushing her blonde in either shoulder. Down the stretch, Katie bravely walking Salli down - Richardson's planted 3 consecutive sticky-hooks to Kate's midsection and Hudson's mouthbreathing. Salli steps in, sells "hook to body"; Katie drops her right elbow to protect and Salli chops tidy hook behind the ear instead. Richardson sidesteps left as Hudson staggers forward - Kate hitting ropes face-first, legs a-tremble: SALLI'S POUNCING! Richardson poke-leading the straight right just to set her balance for vicious hooks - she's TEARING at Katie here. POOR HUDSON! Kate windblown - torso sloshing side to side on her hips - dukes up loose at her face - KATIE'S DOWN! Hudson panting on all fours - drubbed down by volume more than any single punch: Salli's chest HEAVING, eyes blazing as ref steps in at bell.
R8: Katie coming forward, but looking shabby - she's getting NO useful pressure on Salli. Richardson dialed in - piecing out the jab as she's sliding back and to either side. Sudden, straight rights - often doubled up: the second one's striking Kate on her drowsy face. Salli steppin' in that hook - feinting Hudson into the gloves-up crouch, then depositing that withering bite just in behind blonde right elbow. Kate brave - following Salli around, but really sponging it up now. Richardson hard-eyed at the bell, giving Hudson such an obvious looking-over that everyone in the building knows she's scanning for quit.
R9: Salli ups tempo - potshotting Katie as before, but staying in there to add on extra. Hudson grunting as she's hooked to the body, then clawed about her head and shoulders: Kate able to soak it, then slug back rights and lefts up the middle. Salli's face jolting back from hot spank - Richardson gritting her teeth, taking a few in order to land a few, hoping to get Katie out of there. Bruising shoulder to shoulder trade drifts to ropes - Katie's on top, slowly taking over. Salli mouthbreathing - reaching to tie up behind Kate's elbows: Hudson won't have it - shoulder-bumping furiously, then plowing away chugging right/lefts to offending tummy. Salli stops punching - hunching forward behind her mitts: KATIE'S ISSUING BEATDOWN! Hudson bares her teeth - ponytail swishing side to side as she squares away and unleashes hell. Scrubbing side to side so tight, the mitts are bouncing off Salli's hairline as she leans forward - then Hudson's BURYING her left hook in behind Salli's elbow, shouting in triumphant with each scoring blow. Right hands loop up underneath, taking Salli cruelly in her tummy, punching the breath from her - it's just a Kate Hudson jailbreak. AND THE REF JUMPS IN! Salli blubbering as she's cradled to ropes, shuddering in the man's arms as Hudson yelps for joy: Katie's the TKO9 victrix!
After: Salma clapping, eyes glittering - she couldn't have asked for a better precursor to her own triumphant return. Kate comes of age in the ring - getting after the classy and skilled Salli Richardson, hounding her, suffocating her, and ultimately grinding her up. Hudson's relentless fury finally draws comparisons with Goldie Hawn's own hey-day: never before has Katie's pedigree been so apparent in the boxing ring. Hudson hugging battered Salli and shooing the more intrusive reporters away: Kate refusing to gloat or show Salli up in postfight. "I'm just thrilled," Hudson bleats in-ring, hands clasped together at her chest. "This was so huge for me, coming through against a veteran like Salli. This opens all kinds of doors for me, I mean - there's Salma to be finalized - my guys are talking about top 10 bantams - things are finally startiing to click!"
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