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Posted by simguy on October 4, 2013, 9:15 am

BEFORE: "Moving against HISC by taking on Kristin is like trimming the rot off an old donut someone's left out on the counter," Bilson snarks, eyes glittering. "Still a good donut - kinda stale - but that one moldy bit needs to be cut away. Obviously we're not going to take down HISC overnight...it's a project. You chip away at a Great House, you prey upon them, nibble and vex at them. You work your way into the heart of them, then you break that heart. Krissy's the natural entry point in a campaign like this. Nothing more."

Kreuk fuming - Rachel scoring direct hits from the podium, pressing every last one of Krissy's buttons. "Look at my record," Kristin seethes. "I'm a champion. I'm elite. Rachel Bilson doesn't deserve to share a ring with me, but she's right in one thing: she's my responsibility. Every HISC fighter is accountable for a certain set of names, and Rachel B's on my list. It's my job to keep her down. It's my job to bruise her face, break her spirit and exhaust her body. It's my job to make Rachel feel the weight and authority of HISC, so that's what's going to happen. I'm not a little donut: I'm the girl who's going to destroy Rachel Bilson in the ring!"

Rachel in snug bandeau with a tight floral pattern in shades of dark red to black; hair in scrappy Dutch braid with messy bangs; small black gloves. Kristin in royal blue bikini with seafoam green little belt; small white gloves; hair in scrappy Dutch braid with messy bangs.

During R1: Kristin aggressively at Rachel - weight on front (left) leg; hands up, elbows flared slightly outwards for a knocking, chipping delivery of rights and lefts. Kreuk tapping away head-and-shoulders - neatly turning Rachel clockwise while cuffing her hooks to temple...commanding stuff from Krissy through 2 minutes. Down the stretch, scowling Bilson finally lashes a healthy right hand across Krissy's ribs - momentarily stopping the chippy torrent of HISC leather. Jab in the chest freezes Kristin in place; drifting right hand across the chops turns Kreuk's chin aside and SITS HER DOWN! Krissy dropped to her buns in a puddle of shock: Bilson BEAMING down, batting little mitts together, offering a sassy little wink before prancing to neutral corner. Kristin takes a flustered 8, forms earmuff, sits in ropes hurt as Bilson steps-to, lathers away to flanks/shoulders, stealing the round in opportunistic fashion. Bell: Rachel still deploying slender arms/small mitts to bat and lash her foe...Krissy crying out from behind her gloves in protest; ref jumps in hot with the fight's first warnings.

R2: Krissy spooked: Bilson now the aggressor. Rachel fighting with a confident little grin - feinting Krissy, stepping in the stiff left jab, scoring against Kreuk's beautiful face. Kreuk getting her head snapped back, left eye/mouth being targeted...she's turning clockwise with Rachel, looking flustered. Bilson gradually picking up the pace - facial work opening up Krissy's midsection for driving straight right hands...Kreuk grimacing, shying away with how-could-you eyes. Kristin's cringing like fuel for Rachel: Bilson stepping closer, lathering the hips/flanks as Kristin wilts behind a tight earmuff front. Crowd roaring as Rachel starts to lay the lash - Bilson leaning forward, propelling her arms in wide, whapping fashion - small, hard gloves biting at Krissy's taut ribmeat, bouncing off, leaving a pink track in expensive flesh. Down the stretch, Rachel like a brace of puppies happily pouncing her brunette...Kristin stumbling along ropes, suffering the constant touch of her tormentress and KRISSY GOES DOWN! Tears shining in Kreuk's eyes as she takes a voluntary knee...Bilson delighted, waving to fans en-route to neutral corner. She's piling up 10-8 rounds through 2.

R3: Kristin glaring, seething inside; Rachel smirking, fighting with confidence as girls engage midring. Cruel two-way jabbing as both women punish each other's hated faces in early negotiations - leading to follow-on right hands up top/digging left hooks downstairs. Face-pasting outside evolves into grim, two-way lathering exchanges inside - flyweights amping up the volume, each busily at the other's gut and ribcage. Brisk, bright trade - nimble battlers bobbing up and down on the spot, jabbing to locate, batting straight-arm hooks, flurrying savagely in the attempt to tear up tummies and tits. Krissy the more furious vixen in heated exchanges...by the bell, Rachel's smirk is gone, replaced by a hard-working frown as ref has to step in to stop the action.

R4: Krissy grimly determined to chew into Rachel's lead...Kreuk stepping in that stiff left jab; feeding Rache the right cross; walking her down as Bilson starts to wobble. Savage determination on those one-twos pays off at minute mark: Rachel's legs give a shimmy, prompting her to clinch - Bilson's left eye start to puff up nicely from Krissy's cruel touches. Kreuk walking Rachel to ropes, staying on her...slender-limbed lather starting to tax the Bilson ribcage - small mitts sticking and biting at lean meat as Krissy gets her hips/back into delivery. Panting stuff - Kreuk whirling her hardest punches into Rachel until falling in to tie up - Krissy just catching her breath while holding Bilson ropeside. Rachel feeling battered, answers with pride...she gradually fights Kristin to a standstill in these moments, denying Kreuk a chance to consolidate the early power. At the bell, little vixens are cheek to cheek, pushing each other's inner-elbows out of the way to get at tummy. Ref forced to pull girls apart by respective arms and give them both a warning.

R5: Fight settling in now - girls spending less time on their toes boxing for position - they're moving in cheek to cheek, setting feet flat, working hup-hup. Grunting work - faces taut, pained, eyes wincing. Girls leaning forward, heads close together, hands loosely grouped at tummies prior to snatching at offending torso. Kristin brutally single-minded, chopping a short right across ribs or tits, then cutting the left across tummy - pushing forward with that left shoulder in under Rachel's chin. Bilson digging left hooks to paunch, then straightening out the arm, batting at Krissy's flank or hip...as Kristin tilts forward, Rachel's clipping away tidy right uppercuts to chin. Back and forth, girls stubbornly at one another. Down the stretch, Krissy cuts that right/left across Rachel's breadbasket, buckling Bilson's legs...when Rache attempts to clinch, Krissy jerks the slick little right uppercut inside, sending tremors down Bilson's legs and backside. Rachel whining, hanging off Krissy's neck at bell: Krissy pumping tummy both hands hup-hup-hup until ref pulls 'em apart, gives 'em a shake.

R6: Bilson changes tack: up on her toes, hands up at shoulders...she's stepping to her right, jabbing at Krissy's guard; feeding Kristin a tart right cross chaser, then sidestepping away from receipts. Bilson not too proud to scamper away from Kreuk retaliation...Kristin fighting smoke at times as Rachel scoots out of range when Krissy wants to fight. Circling, Bilson renegotiates the outer-edge of distance - her left hand once again finding Krissy's face with a pleasing "PAK!" Kreuk scowling, distressed, frazzled as Rachel's treating herself to face. Krissy's attacks increasingly desperate...Bilson calm in the pocket, scrubbing away criss-crossing left/right/lefts to pre-empt Kristen, then stepping counter-clockwise rather than wait for receipts. Classy shutout Rachel B bloodies Kristin's nose, scuffs her pretty face through 6.

R7: Krissy smarter in pursuit - jabbing-with Rachel to close distance, then engaging in torrential flyweight exchanges. Glorious stuff as girls lean in, let hands go. Tummies ripped up hip to hip as girls churn hup-hup-hup underneath. Hateful, chopping right hands hack at ribs behind elbows, or just beneath breastlines. Batting hooks claim flanks - each girl searching for liver; gouging uppercuts mine midsections for quit. Girls breathy, whining with exertion and hurt - they often lean in pate to pate or cheek to cheek, but they're pushing off rather than tying up, each trying to set a pace to exhaust the other. Bell: frazzled vixens both trembling, staring at one another, bodies glowing pink...Krissy's nipped Rachel for close points in pitiless toe-to-toe action.

R8: Grim little vixens wade in to continue gnawing at one another - both offensively minded, certain she can take whatever the other has. They lean in and dig underneath, coming off the body with uppercuts and hooks, beating each other's face groggy, then it's back to the saltmines below. Fighters stumble about, each trying to keep her weight forward - occasionally one or the other will spill off to the side, momentarily staggered. Down the stretch, Krissy works Rachel to ropes and gradually takes over. Girls hunching forward, scrounging, then Krissy will push Rachel's face up and back with both hands, exposing her tummy to a thick right/left. Bilson grunting in receipt, draping arms around Kristin...Kreuk able to work hard late, separating herself for more narrow points. Bell: Rachel's wrists are crossed in behind Krissy's head - Rachel sitting in ropes as Kreuk mindless pumps the tummy hup-hup-hup until ref pulls her off.

Agony in both corners during the break...Girls trembling, mouths wide open, eyes shut. Beautiful faces all puffy and sore, bodies punished, legs spasming...they're using each other up through 8.

R9: More of it. They grimly trudge together and begin the work. Krissy hacking right hands at exposed ribs when Rachel's left hand reaches behind Kreuk's head. Girls pushing groggily at each other, then punching - lithe little backs getting into the strokes. They blunder about in one another's arms, more mutually supportive then clinching, then it's a spasm of slugging as each has the idea to hurt the other. Down the stretch, Krissy atop Rachel at ropes, pushing Bilson's face back despite shouted ref's warnings...vicious buggywhip right lashes across Bilson's ribs, striping her. Hardest single punch of the fight bunches Rachel forward with a cry, arms hugging her body. Bilson's curvy legs hold her upright as she sits in ropes, sobbing at bell...panting Kreuk able to lash a cheap right hand late across her foe's lower back before ref can pile in.

R10: Grim, stumbling fare as girls fall in, struggle, get a little separation, lather. Groggy face routinely clouted - eyes dim with exhaustion barely registering the damage. Work continuing on both tummies and ribcages - Krissy really bending her back into sidearm buggywhip rights, viciously beating at Rachel's left flank. Bilson blurting and sniveling, but legs won't quit on her: she's digging cruel little uppercuts to sternum on Krissy, making Kreuk tie up in spots or risk falling down. Bell: girls still flailing away, stumbling about in one another's arms. Goes to cards, comes back UD10 Kristin Kreuk close.

After: Girls side by side with the ref between them: Krissy's hand is raised, and Bilson shouts "NO!" in shock. All she remembers is the knockdowns - those glorious moments of domination when it looked like Kreuk wouldn't finish the fight, much less eat up the stagger. Kris momentarily overwhelmed with emotion, then she rounds on Rachel, getting hot in her face, telling her all about Kreuk supremacy. Rachel pushing Kristin; tempers flaring...officials have to take a hand as screeching vixens are ready for overtime. "I battered Rachel Bilson tonight," Kristin claims, despite her own badly depleted condition. "She shot her wad early, but after that, she didn't have anything. It was me hurting her all night, just like I said it would be. She better show me some respect after this, 'cause if I have to go at her again, that'll be the end of her. I'll put Rachel Bilson out of boxing if she thinks she can keep trying me!"