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9 August 2013 Kristin Kreuk vs Mila Kunis

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Posted by simguy on August 9, 2013, 9:30 am

BEFORE: "She's slumping," Krissy says all eyes-dancing, clearly relishing Mila's predicament. "I've waited a long time for this moment, but I always knew it would come. When HISC didn't release me after I lost to Mila last time, I knew I'd have the opportunity to move against her when her momentum faltered, and that day is here. She's been the meanest one to me ever since her signing; she's clearly threatened by me, and now...now I get to do more than just threaten!"

Kunis affecting boredom with Krissy's aggression, but long-time Mila-watchers aren't buying it...Kunis is feeling the heat. "You know, Mishy and Claire had their thing," Mila shrugs in prefight, "Claire and Eliza...it could just be that me and Krissy are always going to be in competition. I haven't bought her 'helpful Krissy' act for one second: I've always felt her staring at my back, waiting for me to stumble - I'm just glad it's all out in the open now. I'll crush her the way I did before and keep her on the sidelines. She's strategic-reserve, I'm front-line, and that's never going to change no matter how patient and treacherous she is."

Kristin in vivid royal blue bikini; hair up in high pony with scrappy bangs framing face; small black mitts. Mila in dark-chocolate lace bra and panties; small black gloves; long hair in loose curls.

Cream of true-flyweight sitting in close proximity to ring - Bilson's there; KBell; Emily Browning, Hayden and many more...Kunis/Kreuk a bit of a super-fight for the small-and-bendy set.

During R1: Mila cuts off the ring on a scampering Krissy, smites Kreuk a lashing buggy-whip right to leftside ribs, hooks Krissy's jugs: hot-tossing two-way develops as Kristin can't leg away from pursuit. Kreuk goes compact - elbows in, mitts at cheeks as she weaves-torso side to side for angles on Mila's flanks - Kunis adopting the same weaving front, the girls viciously at one another's hips and flanks with PIK! PAK! PEK! small-glove ferocity. Crowd-pleasing spank - nubile little vixens striping each other up and down both coasts with same limber, whip-limbed delivery. Down the stretch, extra-tough little gouging hook cuts palm-up across Krissy's tummy, buckling her knees...she retreats to her right - Mila in hot pursuit. Kreuk hits ropes, tries to organize, but not before Kunis can trim Krissy's jugs hup-hup-hup at bell.

R2: Kristin hopping to her right, trying to use the ring: lithe Mila quickly upon her foe, cutting off the ring, jabbing the body, then engaging Kreuk in mutually destructive exchanges. Crowd roaring - Mila actively seeking withering trade...Kunis betting on her toughness as Kreuk is forced to slug. Bendy girls weaving side to side, hacking and chopping in above either hip; using the extended chickenwing left elbow to prop; scraping tidy little uppercuts out of the compact guard...small-gloved fists scouring lissome torsos like locusts stripping a wheatfield. Kristin initially overwhelmed, but rallying well in her corner...Kreuk bitterly rejecting all attempts to stack her against turnbuckles, carving out a few square feet of space within which she punch, step, bounce off a rope, and give angles. Bell: dark eyes blazing, chests heaving, ribs and tummies striping up pink...it's another hotly contested round for Mila, but Krissy's charging a high price for points.

R3: Digging Mila left uppercut finds room between Krissy's protective elbows, scoring against sternum...Kreuk's legs buckle, eyes water: she's hurt! Krissy retreats to ropes, sets up pocket: Mila wades in - flops the jab at Krissy's eyeline, then bends into a heartless buggywhip right, taking Kreuk loudly in leftside lats. Krissy cries out, legs shimmying - she's all pink and throbbing, unable to answer. Mila gets big - pushing Krissy into ropes; lapping left/right at her gut; clipping her across temples; showing her the scraping right uppercut. Poor Krissy! Kreuk getting whittled down - she's trying to keep elbows in/hands up; she's bobbing and rolling on the spot, but Mila heartless - Kunis sweeping punches across Kristin's tight lower back; working hup-hup uppercuts to jug as Kreuk's guard loosens. Krissy trying to slide-right, but Mila's on it - Kunis reaching to grab Kristin's slender biceps, pushing her to a seat, then lathering her without mercy. Mila's back slicking up with sweat as she sustains murderous pace...Kunis looking to over-awe Krissy here, really laying on the lash. Bell: Kristin in tears, body pulsing...Mila forcing hurtful eye-contact, letting Kreuk know who's boss through 3.

R4: Revenge of Krissy! Mila comes in all hot-to-finish, munches on a sneaky lead left uppercut, then stares in shock as Kristin claims jug via side-to-side scrub! Kunis retreating on a line...Kris able to step-with, reach out and punch at Mila's face via fully-extended lefts and rights...walking barrage chases Kunis to ropes as crowd squeals. Payback lather hips and waist as Krissy steps-to...Kreuk fighting with teeth bared, eyes blazing as Mila sits in ropes, covers her head. Krissy bends knees, gets left shoulder in underneath to lever Mila up: Kunis' eyes shining with tears as Krissy exposes tummy and ribcage to extra doses of lash. Kreuk rolling slender shoulders, really digging into Mila-meat...Kunis sobbing aloud, tying up around Krissy's elbows as Kreuk presses forward for ref's breaks. Kunis can't get out from under...she's showing hands up/palms-out, trying to block, then clinch...Kristin deploying a poking jab face and breasts - nibbling Mila to distraction, then bending-back to slash her vicious buggywhip rights to body with a wide, sidearm sling. Bell: Krissy pushing up off Mila all chest heaving, nostrils flaring...Kunis trembling, blinking rapidly as ref moves in.

R5: KRISSY TEARS AT MILA! Kreuk getting the jump, lathering Kunis all the way back to her corner...Mila turtling on turnbuckles, showing her left flank and cowering as Krissy rains down her little fists...THEN IT'S MILA'S TURN! Kunis emerges from turtle with renewed ferocity - catching Krissy a rising right to breadbasket; beating her to chin-clipping hooks...Kreuk's eyes take on waxen-aspect as her buttocks wobble/legs fail, sending her stumbling backward. Mila: lunging for Kris with a running barrage of lefts and rights - Kreuk swept length-of-ring, hitting far ropes in disarray. Mila squares up as Krissy bends double at the waist: savage back-beating results as Kunis swabs kidney. Poor Krissy! Kreuk groaning, reaching to tie up around Mila's right thigh...Kunis redoubles her efforts to pound at Krissy's hips and back. KRISSY TAKES A KNEE! Kreuk blubbering, right hand clutching at her back...she beats the count, but her legs are trembling during her 8 count. ON COMES MILA! Krissy's composure breaks...she covers up, turns her right side into ropes and cowers...Mila able to widen stance, bend her back into hateful whiplashing right hands - using the left hand to push on Krissy's left shoulder or flank for balance. It's just one girl pouring the lash to another - ref has no choice but to step in and cuddle Krissy to safety. TKO5 Mila Kunis in bloodcurdling fashion.

After: Kristin tender, quivering from punishment...she offers meek protest when Mila finally comes for her, yanking Kreuk by her slender left arm to the Kunis corner.

Kristin sputtering and whining on turnbuckles, making an effort to push at Mila's tummy, momentarily disrupting Kunis mount attempt: Mila responds with angry, right handed slaps to Kristin's left eye and head...Mila just belting away as Kristin weeps, covers up, becomes compliant.

With Krissy docile, Mila mounts up and leans her hips in, all-conquering tummy pushing Kristin's face to the right - Kreuk closing her eyes, crimping her lips like she's just bit into a too-tart lemon. Tummy-polish for Kris...Mila just slow-shimmying, flicking hair back behind her ear, hands at shoulders, wrists bent back as she gazes down. Poor Krissy - her right hand up/palm-out at her left cheek, warding off tummy, but Mila eventually secures that wrist and the other, holding Kreuk's arms in the air for a better grind. On and on - HISC vixens letting Mila treat Kristin as she sees fit...Kreuk bearing the scent of her tormentress as Kunis is more than thorough.