Posted by Simguy on 5/17/2008, 8:54 am.

Before: Tension: Both girls beautiful young starlets in process of sorting each other out; Fox lording it over Bosworth after previous victory, frequently reminding Kate of the score; Biz uncharacteristically catty in return. “I think it takes more than one summer movie to make a girl a legitimate ‘movie-star’,” Kate says at the podium, calling Megan’s credentials into question. “I’ll fight her as a “celebrity’ I suppose—but there’s only one true movie star in this contest, and I think that should be underscored. She’s a lazy fighter who counts on her luck, and that’s not going to hold up longer term/ I seriously doubt we’ll be taking about Megan Fox in a year’s time.” Megan clawing back in kind, refusing to let Kate throw her weight around unchallenged. “I jumped at the chance to get Kate in the ring again,” Megan grins, “one more asskicking and I’ll have my boot on her throat—that’s definitely worth shooting for. I’m too strong for this chick—all her little tricks won’t work when I’m walking her down and working her over!” Megan in baby blue bra and panties; white rabbit fur punching mittens. Girls agree to catchweight of 110 pounds—Megan dropping down a few to get an important rematch done.

During R1: Soft whisper of fur-mittens swiping across tight tummy; grazing delicate brow: girls on their toes, using the ring in wide circling engagements. Midway through, boxing stalemate broken when Megan strokes Kate a thudding hook across her stomach: Bosworth rocked, in no shape to deal with Megan’s follow up overhand-right. Bosworth rocked a shot to chin, stumbles into ropes: Megan quick to tummy-up, clinching up top and bearing Kate into cables. Rough-house from Megan here: she’s scrubbing right uppercuts while holding Kate in the left arm; throwing hard right forearms against Kate’s cheek in the clinch. Ref finally breaks it up: Megan’s eyes dancing as she steps back in, tummies up, wrestles Kate upright and gets back to scrubbin’. Bell: Fox scrubbing her forearm across Kate’s mouth—ref pulls brunette off, shakes her arm and scolds her en route to her corner.

R2: Megan boxing smartly early—just enough to negotiate on even terms—then she comes in off a big right hand slanted down into Kate’s body to get blonde backing up. Fox rushing in, muscling Kate to ropes and mauling her: Bosworth grimacing, trying to writhe her arms free; trying to keep her head in close to Megan’s to avoid fouls. Girls wrapped up high—feet stamping, tummies bumping together as they tumble along ropes. Ref issuing breaks: stop-and-go action features spots of boxing, followed breathless clinching/wrestling—with Megan seeking to hold-and-hit, while Kate seeks to deny her.

R3: Fox records her third straight round—but fight beginning to look more conventional. Kate’s jab finding the mark—fur-mitten, thudding against Megan’s left cheek or haughty mouth. Fox banging the body very effectively—wide right roundhouses and gouging left hooks taking Katie firmly in her torso. Bosworth loping the perimeter, hands up at her shoulders as she’s hopping to her right. Megan walking her blonde down, being the aggressor—but Fox unable to cut off the ring can’t pile on the way she was earlier.

R4: Kate finally calling the shots., She’s got Megan out on the end of the jab, pre-occupied with slipping or locking it. Bosworth hop-stepping in on her left (front) foot, hooking mitten-to-mouth, then swiveling left: very deft movements have Fox blinking in confusion. Megan trying to charge up the middle: Katie bounding back in her stance, buggywhipping her right hand en-route to keep Megan off, Boz turning at the ropes—choosing spots to pounce in and get off: for the most part she’s retreating in good order, patiently chipping away with her jab; walking Megan into combinations for a cool blonde shutout.

R5: Megan brings her elbows in, hands up: she’s slowing the pace, setting herself, looking to box conventional. Fox jabs: Bosworth slips in and to the right, snatching a rapid right/left of Megan’s toned tummy to counter, putting the left hook on top while swivel-pivoting to dress Fox up pretty. Megan seething—getting outclassed if not hurt: blonde’s nimble fists starting to chew consistently at Megan’s tummy; skid off her cheeks and brows in combination. Kate perky to her corner at the bell: Megan glaring.

R6: Kate ups the tempo, no longer content to outclass: now she’s looking to punish. Snatching right/lefts to the tummy freeze Megan long enough for follow-on hooks to check her chin—Katie always executing that pert [pivot-left to avoid the receipt. Kate deploying a cruel buggy-whip right hand to play Megan’s left flank whenever the brunette covers up and leans forward: rabbit fur mitten thumping savagely against toned body. Kate so cute with that left hand—deftly double-jabbing at Megan’s mouth as Kate’s looking to disengage, neatly covering the retreat. Glorious moment for Kate in the final minute sees her catch Megan a licking right uppercut off the right foot; a clipping left uppercut off the left foot, then; a savage snapping left hook in under the left elbow that crumples Megan up with a whine. Fox cringing, backing away in the final moment as Kate looks her over with satisfaction.

R7-8: Kate using her legs—constantly circling; nipping in and out; changing directions off feints. Fox bewildered: she’s crouching forward, keeping her dukes up, LOOKING aggressive, but not closing ground with authority. Katie comfy outside—skidding her mitten off Fox’s beautiful facial contours via the jab; gouging left uppercuts to Megan’s chin; buggy-whipping the right arm to deliver welting whacks to flank. When Megan works her way in close, Kate manages the bigger girl with a nice neck-clasp, both hands pulling Fox’s head down, helping to steer her around and keep her off balance until ref’s breaks.

R9: Brisk punching—both ways, Kate dotting Megs with jabs, then pelting her crisscross rights and lefts up top. Megan getting HER jab on track, finally punching Kate firmly on the mouth: Fox also able to land satisfying right crosses as Bosworth bravely stands in trade. Crowd getting into it—both girls landing at a brisk clip—neither shying away, then KATE GOES DOWN! Right to the chin unhinges Kate’s knees—she’s whipsawing on the spot—then steps away to take knee as Megan’s looking to clean up. Fox seething: she’s still got the ability to turn Kate’s lights out, if only she could find the girl consistently.

R10: Kate forgets the first minute, circling wide—even running at times—allowing Megan to burn off some rage early. Minute mark—Bosworth starts

turning into Megan—beating her to punches—fearlessly starting the lead right and following up ther hook as both girls try for chin. Kate’s accuracy better in trade—fur mittens thumping up and bumping off Megan’s face: Fox frequently pre-emoted, forced to cover up while Kate sidesteps free-of-charge. Down the stretch, Kate back on her toes, circling to her left, stepping in to Megan’s tummy, hook her mouth, then get out of Dodge. Meg frustrated—swinging lusty, but telegraphing: Kate just one beat ahead, taking glancing blows only to the bell. Comes back one point duke, Kate Bosworth.

After: Bosworth immediately getting into it with Megan: blonde knows she scuffed brunette up—can see the handiwork on Fox’s gnawed features—she’s letting Megan hear all about it. Megan taunted to the point of tears, pushing against her handlers to get at Kate: Bosworth herself probably in for a bit of scolding from HER people for uncharacteristic conduct in postfight. Unexpected rivalry good for the girls, good for boxing.

Reposted by Archer 2/25/14.