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30 September 2011 Gemma Atkinson vs Keeley Hazell

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Posted by simguy on 9/30/2011, 11:02 am

BEFORE: Atkinson significantly and naturally bigger than Keeley: Hazell relishing the challenge. "She IS bigger," Keeley admits, all bright eyed and friendly in prefight, "but I feel it's the best move for me on US soil right now. I feel very dominant towards Lucy Pinder, so that wouldn't be much, and Jennifer Ellison is scared to death of me and I can't make her fight! That leaves Gems, and although she's a big girl, I feel I'm the more aggressive and willing fighter. I put my heart and soul into my punches; Gemma seems almost reluctant to throw. I've always said, Gemma's more like a cow, and I'm like a jungle cat. Well, cows are bigger than jaguars, but that's not the way to bet!" Atkinson fuming - Hazell a real charmer and flirty with the press: Gemma's had enough. "I will knock this wretched skank cold!" Atkinson predicts. "She's been calling me 'cow' for months now, and I cannot WAIT to make her eat her words!" Keeley in black push up bra and sexy boy-leg panties; brown hair in loose curls, bangs tied off her brow; black gloves. Gemma in metallic pink, satin finish push up bra and panties; shorter blonde tousle; black gloves.

During R1: Gemma stalking her prey, left at her waist, right at her chest...she's flinching as Keeley's scooting about. Hazell burning a lot of energy circling, mounting mock-rushes - she's grinning, hands low, body in sinuous crouch. Probing jabs from Gems early, but minute mark sees Keeley leave her feet with a looping right that clouts across Gemma's mouth, leaving her spellbound! Gemma baby-stepping hurt on the spot; eyes foggy, lips parted, hands still low...Keeley able to reset, reload and clout another fat right hand across Gemma's chin! Atkinson wobbling about thereafter, lifting mitts to brows: Keeley pushes top of her head into Gemma's mitts while plowing away joyous left/rights to Atkinson's tummy and trunks! Gemma beaten ropeside, covering her face and groaning with body-ache: Keeley reaches her right hand way back behind her own hips, then clobbers Gems a mighty clout to left ear! Atkinson sliding to her right along ropes...Keeley pushes-in, reaching arms under Gemma's to pancake her chest-to-chest then KEELEY WANTS RACK! Festival of jug for Keeley Hazell - eyes bright, lips spread in marauding grin - OH she's plowing away on Gemma's stupendous jubblies! Gem's blubbering, gradually crossing wrists at her chest, turning her right shoulder into the ropes...Keeley huffing and puffing, but throwing with everything she's got: left hands swing into Gemma's gut; rights take her in the buns and back - Atkinson just bleating in pain as Keeley slops away for points. Bell: Keeley raising mitts, jogging all jugs a-jumpin' back to her stool. Gemma hugging battered jugs, looking all cramped and shabby through 1. Cocky moment for Hazell as she's suddenly up off her stool, leaning over the ropes and pointing at Kate Beckinsale of all people! KB not amused by Keeley's cheek.

Jen Ellison tweets during the break: "Come on Gems! Fight back u cow!"

R2: Sloppiest round of bar-room brawling seen since regulators cleaned up JMD. Gnashing teeth and blazing eyes...great looping haymakers missing the mark, sending the puncher staggering off balance, jugs a-jostlin'. Girls squealing with rage, falling in together, embracing and tumbling to canvas punching and kneeing at each other in the sprawl. At one point, Keeley's beating a covered up Gemma at ropes and gets so excited, she kicks her right foot into Gemma's tanned left thigh - bringing in the ref. At another - Gemma has Keeley bunched over double and pressed with left side in ropes, holding her down with left forearm atop the back while feeding her hamhock right hands underneath (more ref intervention). Keeley punching on the break, stuns Gemma across the mouth with a right hand, drawing warning from ref. Later, Gemma drags Keeley down to canvas, then punches at her ribs while Keeley's bleating on all fours - Gems up on her knees, jugs a-sloshin' as she slams away righty. Warnings all around...tempestuous brawlers all furious with each other, mighty chests heaving...crowd having a good time with the jiggliest fight since prime Jess Simpson.

Ellison tweet: "Keeley's a joke!"

R3: Keeley more aggressive as advertised - usually initiating; thinking nothing of throwing her entire body into sweeping right hands/leaping hooks. Gemma frowning, confused: she's absorbing Keeley's power well, but not getting off much...Atkinson looking a little spooked by Hazell's wildcat ferocity. At one point, Gemma covering up on ropes, suffering as Keeley's leaning in close with her head to work the body...several pounding blows land low, bringing in the ref. Keeley steps back, but not out of range...soon as Gems relaxes, Hazell sweeps a right to her mouth and puts Atkinson wobbly-butt! Gemma babystepping hurt, blinking in stupor: Keeley reaches arms in underneath, crushes Gemma chest-to-chest to ropes and PLOWS AWAY ROBUSTO! Keeley just sloppin' mitts to meat...poor Gemma sobbing alound, trying to cross wrists at her breasts and turn away from the deluge. Keeley bodied off by ref as Gemma's cowering in the ropes, then ref gives GEMMA a STANDING EIGHT! Atkinson blubbering; Gemma's corner screaming with outrage, but non-combative blonde deemed to have been held up by the ropes under Keeley's fearsome pounding. "MOO!" Keeley's shouting during the count, "MOO! MOO!" Gemma teary eyed and furious, shouting: "SHUT UP!"

R4: Shocking surprise: Gemma's jabbing! Gemma stands her ground, fits a stubby left jab onto Keeley's nose, spoiling Hazell's wind up. Brunette off balance - big blonde walks her down, jabs her chest a thudding pump, then leans in a little to hook rack off the jab. Keeley on her heels, sputtering: she loads up a wide, winging right hand sidearm to the body, clapping Gemma's hip in retaliation. Atkinson snarling, pushing both her gloves out in a kind of bumping-scrub against Keeley's chest, knocking her backward: smaller vixen having trouble holding ground when Gemma's coming forward in earnest. Gemma wading in...short right hand pounds at Keeley's rack; left hook scoops at Keeley's gut even as Hazell's own left slap-chops atop Gemma's tits. Atkinson bulling her way forward, pushing and punching...Keeley hits ropes in disarray, trying to find the balance to get off. Gems in a little closer, but not smothering herself...Keeley's wide haymakers now wrapping round blonde head and shoulders rather than toggling her chin. Atkinson pushing on Keeley to sort her, then DRIFTING Hazell's mouth short, heavy right hands...Keeley eats the first and second in relatively good shape, but the THIRD that lands loosens her dramatically at ropes. Hazell's eyes suddenly glassy, her butt sagging onto ropes, lips parted...Gemma pushes shoulders to stack, then shoves rising left into the cushy mounds of Keeley's juggage. Hazell blurting in pain...Gemma pushing then punching, now delivering a crushing right hand to helpless puppies; now a plowing left. It's too much - Gemma atop Keeley, shoving and slugging her...Hazell crying out, trying to push Atkinson off, but Keeley like a ragdoll against Gemma's brawn. Ref moves in...TKO4 - Gemma's jugs stop Keeley's jugs.

After: Keeley battered, shaken...willing little slugger gave her all, clapping the crap out of Gemma at times, but big blonde beefy enough to soak it up and roar back in rowdy, public-house fashion. Keeley getting gloves removed in her corner, snivelling and being pretty, when IN COMES GEMMA!

Atkinson snarling, pulling Keeley to midring by her left arm, then leaning into her, lifting the inner left thigh deep into Keeley's tummy. Hazell crying out "UH-H!" as she doubles forward: snarling Gemma takes two handfuls of damp brunette locks, steps to Keeley's left flank and reefs her up and back - throwing Keeley head-and-back first onto canvas with a crash! Keeley grabbing back of her head, sitting up in a daze...Gemma scoots in behind her, grabs her shoulders and pulls brunette back flat to mat.

GROUND AND POUND; KEELEY'S MOUNDS! Gemma on her haunches, leaning in over Keeley's face to slam right forearms into Hazell's heaving rack...poor Keeley trying to cover herself up, but Gems won't have it. Softening barrage completed, Gemma lowers her stupendous rack to Keeley's face from the north-south configuration...blonde girl lacing her fingers together under Keeley's chin, pulling the face up and in SNUG! Gemma's forearms tight alongside Keeley's head, also helping to cinch her in tight...there's no escape for Keeley.

Hazell's legs thrashing side to side, her knees lifted, then she's bicycliing her legs, pushing with her feet - anything to shake loose. Overhead cameras capture the scene best...Keeley's legs and tummy visible as she's on her back, then her head and upperchest overlapped by Gemma's head and upperback, then Gemma's back, buns and legs stretching along canvas, neatly opposite to Keeley's legs. Gemma's body and legs calm, heavy while Keeley's legs thrash and her waist torques side to side in desperation.

Gemma's back and shoulders all tensed up, controlling Keeley's jug-engulfed head - blonde belly-down with her own legs behind her in a shallow V, helping to prevent Keeley from gyrating herself loose.

Gemma's face uplifted, tight lipped, eyes narrowed in concentration. Her tongue peeks out to lick at lips; she nibbles at her lower lip as she feels the work getting done on Keeley's face.

Keeley's hands desperately reach up to Gemma's damp blonde tousle, fisting in the hair to pull at it. Gemma whining in pain, but staying strong atop Keeley...she knows it's only a matter of time. Keeley's hands then push into the meat of Gemma's lats and shoulders...to no avail.

Keeley's tummy gulping in and out as her legs slow, now flopping side to side rather than thrashing. Slowly, she lifts both legs up...then kicks out, heels hitting canvas. No good: Gemma's got her! Keeley bridges...then slumps back down. Keeley lifts left knee, resting a moment, then making one last attempt to turrrrn herself to her right: legs and hips twist around; head and shoulders stay put, trapped by Gems.

Gemma reworks her grip, bows her head - her forehead now pushing into Keeley's bra.

Hazell's struglles slow...her hands just pushing on Gemma's shoulders or lats as brunette body relaxes.

When Keeley's still, Gemma lifts up her face, gives Keeley a couple of extra pumps, then blonde girl rises to her haunches, hands on knees near Keeley's head.

Hazell: all used up, face shiny under hot lights...eyes closed in delicate little frown, lips pursed in wonder. Keeley's left hand rises groggily to brush fingers against her own cheek - Gemma gently pushes the hand aside, gazing down at her conquest. Then...sudden fury from Atkinson! Face twisting into snarl, she raises both fists above her head and brings 'em down in double hammer-fist delivery, smiting Keeley's slumbering rack! Keeley moans in her sleep, hugging at her breasts and rolling onto her left side, pouting and moaning.

Gemma eases back onto her haunches then breaks into a winning grin, looking all vibrant and sweaty in victory.