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21 June 2013 Title Ch Natalie Portman vs Hayden Panettiere

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Natalie Portman 13.jpg Hayden Panettiere 15.jpg

Unified Flyweight Title

Posted by simguy on June 21, 2013, 1:45 am

BEFORE: Nat-and-Panny show doesn't disappoint: girls pushing and pouting at first press conference; Nat slapping awkwardly at Panny's head as Hayden gets arms up to block; Hayden smoking Nat's nuggets blunt right forearms...officials have their hands busy controlling not just the fighters, but the supporting casts as well. "She's just scared and acting out because I always beat her," Natalie explains at podium. "I'm the only girl her size who dominates her, and that frightens Hayden. She's a bully - she's great against mid-tier talent, but put her in a title fight against HISC-level fighters? She punks. Every time."

Hayden furious - she knows she's being baited and provoked, but it's still getting to her. "Natalie's tricky," Hayden allows, "but I wouldn't say she 'dominates' me. She's slippery, but you have to stay on her, get good positions, then hit her hard when you have the looks. I'm tired of her crap - I'm not a choker - it's stupid for her to say that, and I'm gonna make her regret it!"

Hayden in gold bikini; small black gloves; hair in fighting Dutch braid with loose hair framing face. Natalie in navy bandeau bikini with tuggable hip-coverage; small pink gloves; slick battle braid.

During R1: Cute trap-boxing from Nat blunts Panny's edge...Portman sliding back in stance, weight on right (back) leg, keeping left hand high to block Hayden's rowdy rights while channeling blonde-girl into short right ripostes. After initial contact, Natalie scrubs Hayden's face in close - brisk right/left shoe-shine - then Portman squirts off to her left, keeping a pesky check-jab on Hayden to cover. Panny unhurt, trying to be furious...plays into Natalie's active defence as brunette chews blonde up in exchanges. Down the stretch, Hayd changes arm-angle with her right hand - swinging a sidearm right to ribs...it's enough to disorganize Natalie, allowing Panny to pour through the middle with scrubbing criss-cross, punching Nat to ropes at bell.

R2: Similar up-tempo pace - Panny jitterbugging around on springy legs - spitting a double-jab - jumping in with hooks...she's got Portman backpedaling. Nat not getting her scrub in: she's hook-and-pivoting in clockwise rotations, just trying to play matadora...Hayden taking less punishment, pours on the pressure, breaking on Nat's front in waves. Bell: Hayden's colour high, eyes bright...she bats her mitts together, looking happy with her production as she jogs to Foxfire corner.

R3: Natalie responds - getting on Hayden with jabs early, then sliding back, coaxing Panny to fill the gap, then scrubbing her crisp right/lefts before sidestepping. Hayden unhurt, but she's often stumble-bumming around, sputtering from face-scrub...Natalie really pasting her blonde, turning Panny's flanks, dictating. Down the stretch, Nat slips under Panny's vicious right, tidies up Hayden's breadbasket left/right: while Panny's grunting, Nat cleans up jug hup-hup, grinning in triumph at bell.

R4: Panny pressure: relentless; up-tempo; overwhelming. Natalie's front collapses...she's reeling around the ring wide-eyed, backpedaling on her heels, trying to slap Hayden's hands out of the air as Panny's scooting forward. On the move, Hayden's fists bouncing off Nat's noggin, face; at ropes, Hayden being really rough - pushing and mauling Natty ragdoll; digging up the tummy hup-hup-hup, then coming off belly to jam away straight criss-crossing lefts and rights up top. PORTMAN'S HURT! Natalie falling apart when she's strafed at ropes - desperately clinching to stall the assault...ref's breaks buy champ breathing room, but Panny right back on her - blonde girl's eyes all: FINISH HER. Bell: Natalie frazzled, buzzed, blinking in astonishment; Hayden stomping angry-butt back to her corner all scowls.

R5: Natalie's falling off the pace: Panny pouring on the hurt. Portman trying to keep away from ropes - arms extended to push even as she's backpedaling. Hayden frisky - bobbing on approach; jumping in hot; batting sidearm rights to body, hooking for chin. Once Natalie's swept to ropes, she's in trouble, covering up earmuff, hunching forward, trying to manage the pocket best she can. Thudding beat of Hayden's hands on Natalie's body a constant refrain - blonde girl drumming her brunette, tearing up the tummy, batting away on flanks, scraping stubby uppercuts to get Nat upright, then hooking her head. Down the stretch, grumpy Nat looking to embrace her tormentress: Hayd squirms in the cuddle, drubbing her mitts back and forth across Nat's nuggets in a little payback jug-mugging at bell. Hayden happy now - sunny smile, waving at the crowd en route to corner: Nat wincing, looking achy on her stool.

R6: Panny POURS it to Natalie, sweeping her to ropes, battering her without mercy...Portman's lost at sea! It's all too much...Natalie wilting under the bat-and-lather of Hayden's pelting mitts...brunette covering her head, turning her left shoulder into ropes, slumping...NATALIE'S DOWN! Portman trembling, cut in her mouth, eyes spooked...Hayden grinning, jogging to neutral corner, exciting to be kicking ass. Blinking 8 Nat Portman: ON COMES PANNY! Natalie hurt, but not panicked...she rolls-with Hayden's initial buffetting, answering back hot-chopping little rights and lefts, catching Hayden's ears/sides of her neck in furious exchanges. Hayden scrubbed off-balance - sort of hopping on her right leg for a second: quick-mitted Natalie hacks a chopping right to jaw and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Hayden awkwardly bludgeoned to knees, facing ropes - she reaches into cables to pull herself up, but Nat crosses her path, kicking Hayden's hands aside as ref rushes in. Nat smoldering in neutral corner, Hayden taking her 8: ON COMES NATALIE! Portman baring her fangs, pressing the attack! Nat bodying Hayden to ropes, pushing off on Hayden's face, then going body hup-hup-hup! Hayden: "UH-H!" trying to answer with side-to-side chop...Nat hunkering down, fighting off Panny's chest, pumping that tummy, scrape-scrape-scraping little right uppercuts to face. PANNY'S THIGHS ARE TREMBLING! Hayden getting ransacked at ropes, unable to get weight forward...Natalie plundering tummy, working hard, being rough...Portman pushing either hand on Hayden's face to reset, really keeping Panny off balance. Bell: Natalie with an extra right forearm braces Panny's tits...bleat of pain Panny; cackle of hate Nat!

R7: Panny spitting the double jab; diving in right/left...Portman swept to ropes, momentarily overwhelmed. Natalie able to roll punches as she's traveling backward, but once on ropes...Panny ragdolling Portman, reaching under the arms to hoist-and-jostle, then pump-pump-pumping punches from there. Tummy; ribs; biceps; head-and-shoulders...Natalie slumping butt-in-ropes, wilting under the furious onslaught as Panny unleashes. Hayden taking a page from Nat's book - using hands to push Natalie's face or head for control, slugging her thereafter. TOO MUCH PANNY! Natalie helpless, trying to push Hayden off; trying to twist side to side; trying to shimmy out from under...none of it's working. Midway through, groaning Natalie twists her left side into ropes, doubling over, covering face-in-gloves...Panny rides left arm across Natalie's lower back, right hand jackhammering up underneath, working jugs, searching for chin, punching, punching, punching and NATALIE GOES DOWN! Portman on her belly-and-elbows with her face still covered, forehead on canvas...she lies leftside parallel to ropes, trembling as ref counts her out. KO7 for the winner and NEW flyweight champ, Hayden Panettiere.

AFter: Hayden stomping on the spot, beaming...she's pleased as punch to have stopped Natalie. Foxfire girls charge the mound, hugging and jumping with Hayden, then braying over the ropes at the stunned, sullen faces of HISC rivals in the audience. Hayden glowing when she's weighed down by belts...she's scuffed-but-chipper for post-fight. "There was a lot of pressure on me in this fight," Hayden admits - with Sarah in the background nodding her head in exaggerated fashion! "Shut up, Sarah," Hayd chuckles, nailing it without even looking back. "Seriously, I had to take this from her. She was starting to be really comfortable against me in title fights, and we can't have that. HISC has to accept the fact that the default position for these belts is on MY waist, not Natalie's or Mila's or Mishy's. I really feel like these are my belts now, and girls who want them have to realize that they're trying to steal from me. I won't have that - not from Natalie, and not from anyone else!"