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5 November 2011 Title Ch Scarlett Johansson vs Natalie Portman

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JERI'S KNOCKOUTS VS HAWKEYE INTERNATIONAL STABLE WAR

UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by simguy on 11/5/2011, 11:18 am

Before: Claire holding Natalie's gloved hands in her own: girls standing at the HISC bench ringside - crowd noise overwhelming, forcing girls to incline heads close together.

Claire: "Lead right hands, okay? Southpaws can be hit with right hands. Keep your lead foot outside of hers. And jab - you might not land it, but it keeps her occupied."

Natalie: (looking intense). "Thanks, Claire. I know..." pause, "just...thanks."

Claire: (crimping lips - she understands the non-verbal). "Beating her is more important than our crap. Don't let them throw your used up body into our corner, you hear me?"

Nat: (smiling) "Never."

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Hewitt: (tear stained, but composed). "Easy fight, Scarlett. Bring it home, baby!"

Lacey: "Beat her buns, Jo."

Scarlett: "Don't worry guys. I'm taking this. Then we take her, agreed?"

All: "Agreed!"

Scarlett in charcoal bikini in the mode of the Adress Dr. No bikini; small black punching mitts; coppery curls loose.

Natalie in bandeau top with alternating horizontal bars of lavender and dark purple; lavender swimsuit bottoms; small black punching mitts; hair in low bun, strand-bangs framing face.

During R1: Nervous, tight, skittish vixens feinting and flinching about the ring. Lots of maneuver - Nat trying to rotate clockwise, keep her lead (left) foot outside Scarlett's lead (right) foot; Johannson shifting position to adjust, denying angle. No serious contact: a stiff left hand from Scarlett to Nat's chest at one point: a dusting of jabs from Nat nibbling Scarlett's brow.

R2: Butterflies settling; girls committing. Nat flat-footed, her left hand reaching out to slap palms with Scarlett's right - Nat's left side presented against Scarlett's right. Slapping palms...slapping palms...then Nat will bring a sudden right hand through the middle, or Scarlett will shoot the left. Grazing, but dangerous contact - both women juuust evading serious connects in cagey action. Down the stretch, Scarlet breaks the stalemate...she double-dabs her right jab over Nat's left; brings a straight left into left side of Nat's jaw; finishes via a high-angle right hook that takes Nat to temple. Portman stepping in fence-post holes...she's hurt! Scarlett lunging forward via wide, slapping left to gut, hounding Nat to ropes. Portman grimacing, covering up face-in-gloves, butt-in-ropes: Scarlett able to square away - feel for Natalie with an extended left then CRANK right hooks into Portman's left flank. Crowd moaning in sympathy with the spank coming off Nat's ribs: Scarlett bright eyed, upbeat as she looks wincing Portman over at bell.

R3: Scarlett dictating...weight on back (left) leg as she paws right jabs (so leaning away while jabbing) - her right hand slapping down atop Nat's left. Portman trying to navigate inside, stopped by Scarlett's persistent pawing right. Minute mark, Scarlett shoots the straight left to Nat's mouth; shifts weight to left (rear) leg while pulling right hook across chin...NATALIE'S HURT! Portman stumbling on rocky ground again, eyes watering: Scarlett rotating counter-clockwise, knock-knocking right jabs against Nat's pate and drilling her straight lefts to put Portman ropside. Nat: hurt, hands up, eys blinking. Scarlett: eyes bright; right hand pawing down on Nat's left, then jabbing for her face; left hand stabbing through in spots, spanking off Nat's cheeks or mouth. Scarlett patient, peppy - constantly at Nat with the irritating right, then poking her hard lefts. Portman busting up in stages - cut in the mouth; left nostril bleeding...Scarlett just patiently, expertly lumping her up at the ropes. Bell: Johannson with eye contact, slight smile as she turns away. Nat? Hurting.

R4: Nat ups the tempo - doubling up on springy lead right hands through the middle; lunging to catch Scarlett backing up with gambling hooks. Johannson startled - taking more face-punishment than she's used to: Natalie's right hand a constant threat up the middle, and her scooting footwork's making it hard for Scarlett to escape. Nat rotating clockwise, spitting jabs over Scarlett's right shoulder, forcing Johannson to duck-and-pivot clockwise...Nat able to place slanting right hands onto right side of Scarlett's face as Johannson's crouching. Steady, tapping stuff from Portman...Scarlett increasingly confused, discouraged at the successful chipping attack. Down the stretch, Nat leap in - her left hand thwarted as Scarlett extends her right hand up while leaning down and to her left...Portman's lunging follow-on straight right punches Scarlett clean on right cheek SENDING HER DOWN! Johannson chopped awkwardly to all fours: HISC bench leaps to it's feet as Chabert covers her eyes and Hewitt screams "GET UP YOU LAZY COW!" Scarlett beats the count stricken, sits in ropes to soak: Natalie squares away, lets hands go in frothy flyweight churn to redhead ribs, tanning Scarlett to bell. Ref pulls Natalie away when she refuses to stop working: Johannson hugging her body, looking all woozy and ass-kicked in protest.

R5,6: Natalie the aggressor, but patient, smart as Scarlett's still effective. Johannson with weight on left (rear) leg - pawing her right jab, crouching...she's ducking in under Nat's attack, putting right shoulder into Nat's body and pivoting around her left flank. Natalie keeping the jab on Scarlett - not landing it, but getting her to bend at the waist...right side of Scarlett's face occasionally available for Natalie's darting right. Johannson unashamed to duck down, then straighten up into clinches...Portman frustrated, but generally dictating, trying to find the key to unlock Scarlett's southpaw mystery.

R7: Skittish stuff early - both girls slipping power leads from the other, then rotating to fresh positions. Feinting from both - usually sets up reaching jabs to offending bodies. Not much contact - slick whippets just too cute, but down the stretch, girls gamble simultaneously on uppercuts - Scarlett via left uppie to breadbasket; Nat via right uppie to chin. JOHANNSON REELS AWAY FROM CONTACT - EYES GLASSY! Scarlett staggering back on her heels, legs folding up underneath her...she hits ropes in disarray, covering her face with her palms. ON COMES NATALIE! Portman teeth-bared...she rushes in close, her left hand bracing around Scarlett's right wrist, holding her for swinging, whacking right hands loud to gut! Scarlett moaning into her palms, held-and-hit...she stoops forward to take her belly away, only to give up her back! Natalie heartless, eyes pitiless - she redeploys right hands in wide, swabbing arcs across Scarlett's back, thump-skiidding across kidney. Scarlett reaches for Natalie's hips to clinch: Portman wriggles down into the hold, gets her arms up under Natalie's and chest-stacks her rough to ropes. Scarlett: head whiplash lolling, mouth open and NATALIE WANTS JUG! Natalie's eyes feral, lips curling doberman style off teeth - she's holding elbows in close to her body, just hacking and chopping in whirling lefts and rights, clouting Scarlett's jugs back to the stoneage. Johannson sobbing out, sagging into ropes...she's a helpless vixen, unable to keep Natalie from rampaging to rack and THE REF STEPS IN! TKO7 Natalie Portman as Scarlett bares her throat!

AFTER: Scarlett blubbering, bewildered - her right arm in the clutches of Claire, her left snagged by Mila as she's bundled off to HISC corner and propped up! Jubilant Natalie doffs her gloves, mounts the ropes...she takes two handfuls of coppery locks, yanks 'em up tight, throws her head back and howls as pack members clap and hug in celebration. Poor Scarlett! Face pushed to the right - hands up at the left side of her face, pushing against Natalie's trembling tummy. Portman pushing in, leaving her scent - her hands pull at Scarlett's hair, or thrust towards the ceiling in exultation. Then it's Claire, then it's Mila - Scarlett suffering under each in turn, her eyes shut tight, lips curled off teeth as she takes tummy-weight. Sated - Natalie eventually pulls Scarlett out of the corner with hand behind the neck, marching her across-ring to throw her to her knees in JKO corner. Nat, Mila, and Claire all holding title belts aloft, gloating as beaten JKO rivals look up from the ring floor, teeth gnashing, cheeks tearstained.

First tranche of fights goes to HISC: 2 fights to 1, as well as title transfer.