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2 November 2012 Natalie Portman vs Ashley Tisdale

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Posted by simguy on November 2, 2012, 10:16 am

BEFORE: "It's always tough when you're fighting on a card with Mish," Natalie complains in prefight. "We have a golden opportunity to deal a devastating hammer-blow to the Disney-bloc, except Mish will probably dump to 'Nessa, which means there's extra pressure on me from the jump. I'm not worried - obviously I've got Tisdale weighed and measured at this point, but still: it just means I've got to really focus and execute to make up for Michelle's shortcomings."

Ashley T non-plussed at the high hand, but not surprised: Portman always uses her celebrity like a sledgehammer in prefight. "Whatever - it's all about the HISC girls - what they want; what they need; what they have to do...gimme a break! I'm in the business of beating other girls up. That's what I do; that's who I am. If Natalie's all focussed on Mish and keeping the 'Pack down, then fine: I'll pounce all over that! No part of Nat Portman is better than any part of me. You break us down and really look at us - I'm every bit the fighter she is. She's gonna get her ass beat, and if Mishy does too, so much the better!"

Nat in navy bandeau bikini with tuggable boy-leg bottoms; small pink gloves; hair back in beach-twist bun. Ashley in pink bandeau top with big white polka-dots; solid pink bikini bottoms; small white gloves; brassy blonde hair loose in damp tangles.

During R1: Furious step-to-and-hustle hup-hup exchanges - small gloves snatching and spanking away at sausage-tight torsos and tummies, then clipping close-in uppercuts to shave aggressive little chins. Blistering engagements all around the ring as fiery-eyed little wild-cats hunt each other down, trade, then withdraw over the first two hectic minutes. Down the stretch, Natalie changes aspect - steps outside, keeps right hand high while jab-jabbing jugs and mouth/sidestepping clockwise...she touches Tisdale up for points, boxing neat to take an otherwise stalemated round.

R2: Same again - both girls savagely at one another in blazing exchanges through the first two minutes. Fighters leaning forward, faces tight with slugging tension as they scour one another's trim ribs and tummies, then clip away short uppercuts in search of chin. No advantage to be had...Natalie will dig at Tisdale, pushing her back under hot-tossing volley fire, only to see blonde-girl firm, answer back, and retake all lost ground. Final minute - Nat bounces it back outside, puts her jab to work - left hand snaking out, pounding at Ashley's left eye, our double-tapping her jugs while Portman nimble-pivots cutey-pie clockwise. Tisdale grouchy, turning on the spot, trying to match wits with Nat but getting nipped for the points in another competitive heat.

R3: Tisdale reluctant to engage, trying to solve the puzzle of Portman in her head: Nat takes advantage. Portman goes to work jabbing from wide stance - stabbing Ashley's face/tummy; pivoting clockwise in swiveling crouch; slide-stepping back to lure Ash forward; hooking her chops while pivoting left. Tisdale traipsing after Natalie as though led by invisible strings...Portman playing her blonde like a marionette, touching her, turning her, luring her on. Down the stretch, exquisite straight-punching combos from Natalie scrape and criss-cross Ashley's mouth/chin as she's wading in...blonde legs fail under the small-glove impacts, spilling Tizzie to hands and knees! Bright smile Natalie Portman as she struts to neutral corner all "prettiest girl in the ring": poor Ashley dragging herself up, punch-shabby and forlorn at bell.

R4: Nat moves in to close Tisdale out: Ashley stands firm, answers back hot and frothy, showing plenty of fight. Nat grinding pates with her blonde - chewing away tight right uppercuts inside - the punches following through to Nat's left ear after chipping Tizzie's chin. Ashley digging back hup-hup-hup to tummy; chipping the close-cropped left uppercut that finishes at her right ear...she's holding firm in the face of Natalie's assault, fighting her to standstill. Down the stretch, Nat looking to disengage-and-box out the round...Tisdale foils the plan by slipping her small-gloved left hand into Nat's trunks, taking a firm grip on waistband and holding brunette at close proximity. Harsh hold-and-hit right crosses, Tizzie to Nat: blonde girl trunk-tugging and slugging, punching Natalie into confusion; pulling her/turning her into ropes. Blonde girl crowds in close - left hand still securing Nat's bottoms; left shoulder pressing Nat's nuggets to smother, then Tisdale's turning into short, drifting right hands, pasting Portman across the chops. Nat grumpy - getting scuffed up...she eventually slides her left arm around Tisdale's head, holding her for ref's breaks while Ashley's right hand beats hip-flank PIK! PAK!

R5: Tisdale upbeat, emboldened - she boxes with Natalie outside - girls bobbing and jabbing, seeking out one another's tits and faces from wide-stances. Both girls timing attempts to come in off overhand rights/rising left hooks - falling into the other girl's arms and initiating writhing clinch-mauls until ref's breaks. Even negotiations until late: Natalie's pawing left hand grips Tizzie's pink bandeau and tugs blonde-girl out of orbit...brunette able to land a few cheap hockey-fighting right hands as Ashley's ragdolling around, bringing the ref in hot. Warnings for both girls - standing there all sweaty, side by side, looking up at the angry official with wide-eyed, innocent expressions.

R6: Intense pressure from Tisdale as she resumes the hot-tossing hup-hup onslaught of the first couple of rounds. Pate to pate, girls grind away - baring teeth as arms thrash madly to pinking and pain-wracked tummies. Both girls employing cruel palm-up cutting punches in tracks across the other's torso-ribs - dipping side to side for lashing delivery. Bit by bit, it's Portman losing her nerve, looking to disengage and circle, but Tisdale won't allow it - using any moment of weakness to reach in under Natalie's arms and walk her into ropes for sustained hup-hup. Natalie grimacing down the stretch, accepting punishment against the ropes; she's clinching-girl over the last minute, just trying to slow Tisdale down as young blonde enthusiasm starts to prove decisive. Bell: Tisdale writhing atop Natalie at ropes...she gets her left hand up, pushing Nat's face/head over top rope to break the clinch, bringing ref in hot.

R7: Natalie frowning/pouting, getting more Tisdale than perhaps she'd wanted. Brunette scowling, roaming to her right...Tisdale furious in brisk pursuit, stepping and hopping her girl down. When in range, they lap and lather away at offending torsos - wiry-slim limbs lickin' and a-lashin' - small gloves biting and skidding across taut-toned bodies...then it's Natalie withdrawing, wincing in pain and frustration, walked down by resolute Ashley. Down the stretch, blonde girl jabs brunette to ropes; punches Natalie her hardest right hand firm to tummy, then cleans up from there as groanin' Nat sits in ropes/covers up earmuff to soak. Bell: Tisdale just a-BUSTIN' Nat to either flank - blonde girl whirling the mitts to Natalie, taking her behind either elbow with palm-down delivery. HISC vixen with a drawn, harried look on her stool - even blinking back tears, her torso streaked pink with punch-tracks.

R8: Vicious pate-on-pate infighting as li'l whirlers close and work. Out of the melee, Nat dips-left, clouting Tizzie's jaw a tight right hand swat to chin; dips-right to put the tidy left on top...Tizzy's legs give a shimmy as she's momentarily startled. Natalie: quick-clipping left uppercut chips Tisdale's chin-tip; close-in right forearm braces Tisdale's breadbasket, backing her up "GU-H!"; leaping, clean up hook to jaw with Nat's weight carrying into Tisdale and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Gorgeous flurry blows Tisdale to her buns - she sits with hands behind her for support, looking frazzled and shocked as seething Natalie gives her the once-over. Tisdale up - rickety with hurt: she takes a sniveling 8 and ON COMES NATALIE! OH if looks could bruise - Natalie's expression SO determined as she wades in, goes pate-to-pate and starts SHININ' up her blonde! Portman pushing and rubbing with her head; lapping hup-hup to Tisdale's trained gut; bracing Tizzy's tits with hard left forearms to reset. Coming off the body with tight, clipping uppercuts off that lead (left) plant-leg, Nat carves away for her most dominant round - beating Ashley blubbery, cutting her inside the lip, scraping up that left eye, checking and re-checking that stubborn chin to bell. At the break, Ashley sagging in ropes, blonde hair in her eyes, lips parted, head lolling back to bare her throat...Natalie moves in from blonde left flank, depositing a vicious right elbow flyweight-style to the Tisdale tummy! Ref; scolding; Nat given a good hard shake and escorted back to her corner...Tisdale whining in pain, hugging her gut and cringing back to port for repairs!

R9: Natalie wades in to finish, encounters FURIOUS Tisdale resistance as Disney brat won't punk! Tisdale slides left arm in under Nat's right, starts belting her right hands to midsection, backing a gasping and shocked Portman the length of ring! Ropes near HISC corner...Nat sitting on her left hip, still trapped in Ashley's left-arm wrap...BLONDE GIRL BEATING AWAY TO TUMMY - ALL RIGHT HANDS! Ashley snarling, giving it hard to Nat up the gut...Portman sobbing, her right hand on Tisdale's left shoulder as blonde-girl cuddles her close and tucks-in righty...PORTMAN GOES DOWN! Natalie crumbling to haunches and hands in gut-shot agony, eyes shut tight, teeth bared in grimace...Ashley stooping to bellow incoherently at Natalie until ref pushes her away. Portman able to pull herself up the ropes, blink away tears and form up earmuff, but ON COMES TISDALE! Blonde girl crowding close - her mouth hitting Nat's right shoulder as the right hand is carried deep to Portman's belly...then Tizzy's unleashing, lathering away flanks/shoulders/head with animal intensity. POOR NATALIE! Portman cowering, unable to get butt off ropes...she's taking the lashing of a lifetime - eventually saving herself by tying up around Tisdale's hips/laying back in ropes for ref's break. Ashley unrelenting - pushing past the official and getting back on. Down the stretch, Portman cringing face-in-gloves, elbows in tight...Ashley in close with left hand on Nat's right wrist while delivering heartbreaking, palm-down right hands again and again, STRONG to Nat's flank in behind left elbow. Portman sobbing, sliding along ropes to neutral corner...she's helpless as Ashley pushes up on Nat's guard then squares away to finish...REF STEPS IN because the bell has rung! Ashley snarling, stomping angry-butt to her corner - SO close to stopping her foe in the 9th.

R10: Tisdale hot across the ring, catching Portman in her own corner - blonde girl grits her teeth, starts whirling in the hurt as Natalie craters. Portman not stacked up - she's able to bounce from one set of corner ropes to the other, desperately slipping and rolling shots, pasting the odd palm-down right onto Ashley's jaw while blonde girl's lathering-torso like a woman possessed. Tisdale scouring Natalie's ribcage like locusts on a wheatfield...brunette wretched with punishment, baring her teeth as though scalded, pitching back as best she can. Down the stretch, Nat sitting on ropes near her corner, hands at mouth, elbows in...she rolls under under a swinging Tisdale right - crowds close with right shoulder in blonde sternum, then licks a cheap left uppercut off Ashley's trunks! Blonde girl: "UH-H!" Tisdale stops punching, cramping up on the spot: Nat straightens, left hand tugging at Ashley's bandeau top, spinning her, jamming her into HISC corner! 'Pack and 'Swan both going apeshit ringside as Nat squares up...Ashley whining, hair covering right side of her face, hands low as PORTMAN PASTES AWAY TO GLORY! Ash staring into vicious onslaught - small gloves PIK-PAKKing across her face, punching her into astonishment...Natalie snarling as she pounds her left forearm into Tisdale's breasts to stack-and-reset, then it's back to the facial hup-hup-hup and THE REF STEPS IN! Seconds left - official pushes Natalie off and cradles Tisdale to safety...TKO10 in Richard Steele fashion, Natalie Portman!

After: Portman bawling, doubled over hands on knees with exhaustion and relief. Stablemates swarm the ring, mobbing Natalie, while Kristin Kreuk secures battered Tisdale in the corner, removing sobbing-blonde's gloves, lightly slapping blonde cheeks to bring Ashley around, pushing damp blonde hair off punished face, and keeping Tizzy stacked upright.

Upon approach, Portman is scuffed, cringing, yet regal - taking a moment to gaze upon her conquest as Ashley's head lolls back and forth. Standing there, Natalie shakes out her bun, loosening her hair.

Nat mounts up to the strains of the 2001 theme. She leans hips forward - tummying Ashley's grimacing face to the side - Nat with hands up at her chest, wrists bent back when she's not flicking hair behind ears, gazing down at poor Ashley. Tisdale's arms curl instinctively around Natalie's toned thighs, fists tightly clenched beneath either Portman buttock. As the music hits crescendo, Natalie reaches arms out in a wide Y, arches her back, tosses her head back, eyes closed to soak up the moment...SO close to being closed out herself, yet here's Ashley taking tummy.

From there it's Natalie fisting Ashley's sweaty-soaked locks and pulling up; Natalie waving to the crowd, and doing little shimmy dances atop Tizzy. Upon dismounting, Portman stands in the corner - heel of her left hand pushing Ashley's chin back, tilting her face to the ceiling - as Natalie waves Krissy K over. Portman's right fist clutches at Kreuk's sleeveless V-neck, midnight-blue silk blouse to pull her close:
"Beat. Her. Head punches, Krissy. Go!"
Kreuk nodding savagely, then mounting up all barefoot/slacks/blouse - left hand securing blonde hair close to the scalp/pushing Tisdale's head back so she's facing upwards. Poor Ashley eyes-closed and groaning...Kristin's eyes dancing with cruelty as she lifts right elbow high to the side, cocks the fist, and starts systematically beating a knot into Tisdale's forehead. Meanwhile, Portman's giving her post-fight interview without a care in the world, her back turned to the carnage.