Unified Flyweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 11/12/2005, 8:34 am.

Before:  Marcil the puppetmaster, coldly forcing Portman to prove herself worthy against Kelly Packard in a private audition of sorts—manipulation leaves a bad taste in the challenger’s mouth.  “Bottom line, I was going to do whatever it took to get Vanessa back in the ring,” Natalie admits in prefight, “But that doesn’t mean I condone what she did with me and Kelly. Vanessa knows that sort of thing is demeaning—she wanted to get inside our heads and let us know she’s the top dog—but it’s going to backfire. Making mew jump through hoops only makes me more motivated to get resentment. “I’m ruling like a champion should,” a brazen Marcil says. “Kelly and Natalie both had strong claims:  I wanted to see who really wanted this shot. After I put Natalie away again, I’ll use the same selection process to determine my next challenger and if people don’t like it: they’re more than welcome to try and stop me!”  Natalie in sturdy Navy battle-bandeau--Marcil in sporty hot two piece—halter style top with white lapels, ring connections, low rise boy leg with faux white belt. Small gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Tap-tap…tap-tap-tap…tap…tap-tap…Natalie pumps her jab heartlessly, banging away on Vannie’s left eye, stepping smartly clockwise, Marcil snarling, batting at incoming stick with her right palm, dipping side to side—she’s getting scuffed up, nibbled, knocked as she tries to close. Portman leading champ a merry chase, circling with brisk heel-and-toe footwork. Marcil increasingly frustrated, rushing—she pays the price late as she walks into a biting counter-hook from Nat. Vanessa stepping back in stupor, hands dropping—Natalie pounces with a hard right on the mouth, skidding left off the brow and DROPS MARCIL TO HER BACKSIDE AT THE ROPES!’ Vanessa shaking her head, climbing boozily up the strands—she’s shook, staring hurt at the bell.

R2-3: Vanessa shakes it off, comes at Natalie with rampaging right hands—Portman trying to fade misjudges the rush and takes a series of clubbing shots of her skull/ear. Portman driven ropeside: Marcil POUNDING away to belly with digging lefts and rights, working up torso to bang that bandeau and clip Nattie’s chin. Portman windblown, getting herself together And regrouping behind hooks—furious two-way slugfest erupts as girls dig in and slug it up. Minute mark, girls trade short, blunt right hands and NATALIE’S BACK KNEE BUCKLES TO THE MAT! Vanessa smoldering in satisfaction as she hops away—Portman up, shaking her head in disgust. Vanessa in after 8, shoving her left to Portman’s body, then trading hooks up top—Marcil engaging Natalie in hot trade, toe-to-toe. Natalie hurt, but punching hard—dukes up at her temples as she crouches, opens up with hooks. Marcil similarly crouched in behind her mitts, hooking Natalie’s waist and face—champ beating her way past Portman’s guard while Natalie’s getting blocked. Portman’s knees buckle after long sequence of back-and-forth goes Marcil’s way—Nat slides to her left along the apron—Marcil paralleling, stepping-with, glowing with bully’s confidence. Final minute of R3 a savage methodical beatdown: Vanessa dukes at chest, crouching, ripping rights and lefts to the waistline, pounding her way up torso., rattling Natalie up and down. Portman tucked in behind her mitts, but getting banged up—she droops to one knee, throbbing with punishment as Vanessa nods, says “Yep!” as she spins away.

R4: Natalie punching-with—more or less flat footed, trying to explode up out of a well-defended crouch to catch Vanessa hooking. MARCIL GETS HURT! Chin-tugged—she sprays a hook, wanders away and nearly sits down as she falls into the ropes for support. Portman on cold-eyed—she squares up, knuckling at Vanessa’s guard to ptrep her, then HOOKING the flank; setting her hips and ripping the right hand in above the left hip. Vanessa groaning, knees bending—she gobbles a Portman right uppercut/left hook and falls in to clinch. Rest of the way a gutty Vanessa Marcil rally—she’s woozy, badly rocked, but trudging forward and rooting Portman out of her stance. Natalie legging back outside and working the perimeter—she hit Vanessa some damn good licks, but can’t impose her will fully in the fourth.

R5: Hard, hard punching—girls touching up guards, laying in mouth on shoulder, bumping and jostling to set up ripping hooks, blunt right hands. Not a lot of shoe-shining: these girls are setting their hips and getting into each other beefy, mitts digging wet to taut tummies, clanging off temples, picking up chins. Banging two=-way trade even to the midway point when Vanessa puts a right hand flat to the pit of the Natalie’s stomach, putting Portman wobbly butt. Natalie open mouthed, tilting forward behind her mitts: Vanessa lights her up a GORGEOUS left uppercut, picking the face up drowsy, spinning the head around. All Marcil the rest of the way—she bodies Natalie to ropes, sets up wide and beats her down THICK to the ribs. Bell: Marcil still hammering at torso—ref has to tug her off by her elbows from behind.

R6: It’s settling in to be that kind of night: girls just choosing to dig in, get strong, punch hard and look to outlast the opponent. Both operating out of high-guard crouches, bent at the waist, heads and gloves in close as girls take turns getting off. Natalie with a nasty series of hooks under Vannie’s right elbow weakens Marcil at the knees again—champ backs off with a woeful look, sitting hurt in the ropes as Portman assumes the dominant position. Natalie’s turn to lather on the hurt—tight, biting punches—more lefts than rights, but a nice steady tattooing. Marcil wilting forward shabby, giving yup her back: Natalie not too proud to swab kidney as it comes available. Warnings after the bell—ref reminding girls to keep it clean as fighters exchange smoldering glares.

R7: Tousle-grinding, shoulder-bumping give and take—Marcil steadily pounding Natalie around the ring. Corner shrieking at Natalie to leg it out and create space, but she’s willfully laying in with Vanessa, trading tit for tat. Sharp, snappy punches spank off robs, clout temples, clip chins. Girls in a kind of mutual daze—methodically, mindlessly putting mitts on meat. Vanessa busier, stronger, putting together more hurtful sequences—she forces hard eye contact with a wilting challenger at the bell.

R8: Natalie stubborn, trudging into Vanessa with rights and lefts—Portman with her forehead on Vannie’s shoulder as she dips to the body. Marcil huffing and puffing, grimacing as she looks to sidestep, pushing Natalie behind her left elbow to turn her. Portman being a little bulldozer in there, walking Vanessa down, looking to fight off Marcil’s chesty—she’s shutting the champ down, working her over as fight wanders from spot to spot. Down the stretch, Marcil open-mouthed, pushing at Portman and stepping away—she walks {Portman into a tidy little left uppercut—whiplash head movement on Natalie as she gobbles 100% Vanessa on the shot. Portman undone, sputtering—reaching out hurt—Marcil’s eyes light up as she clocks Nattie a right hand upside the head, catches her again as Portman’s toppling to her right and NATALIE GOES DOWN! Portman sprawling on her back, blinking in confusion—Vanessa Marcil stomping away bellowing, just stole an important late heat from her challenger.

R9: Natalie unbroken—she shakes off the hurt, trudges into Vanessa with thick, pumping rights and lefts to body: Marcil groaning, gets backed into her corner, riding her left hand behind Nattie’s head. Girls tucked in close—Vanessa trying to pull Natalie’s head down, Portman banging away at biceps, jugs, tummy—great scrounging roughhouse from Natalie on the inside. Minute mark, Vanessa visibly wilting—constant pounding has her fading badly—she tries to make it all go away with punching. Crowd roaring as Marcil starts dipping side to side, pulling haymakers onto Nat—Portman bobbing in the pocket, fitting her punches tidy onto Vanessa’s chin in between. Tight right hand bounces off Vannie’s chin—Nat ducks down and to her left on follow through: MARCIL GOES DOWN! Vanessa dropping straight down, crumpling to her haunches, chin drooping to her chest as she lolls up against the ropes—SHE’S OUT COLD! Stunning KO9—Natalie Portman!

After: Emotional Portman collapsing in the arms of her cornermen, tears of triumph flowing—she wrenches the title back from Vanessa in spectacular fashion. Marcil brought around in stages—she’s utterly desolate upon realizing she’s been dethroned. “I was totally motivated by the way Vanessa treated me and Kelly=--Vanessa was like some sort of queen just sitting there, watching us,” Lumped-up Natalie explains in postfight. “I was expecting a rough fight, but even I was surprised by how rough it was early—I got hurt and I couldn’t do a lot of what we had worked on to expose her—I just had to cowgirl up and gut it out. Vanessa didn’t think I could bang with her, but AI didn’t have any choice, She got her fight and I took it away from her—doesn’t get any sweeter than that!”

Reposted by Archer 6/12/13.