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18 April 2014 Kate Beckinsale vs Katie Holmes

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Posted by simguy on April 18, 2014, 1:28 pm

BEFORE: Calm, frosty veterans in prefight - fighters coldly disdainful, but acting like professionals. Holmes agreeing to catchweight of 120, but she's showing big-girl swagger at podium. "I'll bust Beckinsale in the chops and see what develops," Katie smiles in prefight. "She's an elite bantamweight, but she's never been one to overcome determined resistance, or offer much of it herself. Kate's a woman who likes to issue beatings - she doesn't much like getting into fights. Well, this here's gonna be a fight, and I think that works in my favour."

Beckinsale non-plussed at Katie's assessment in rebuttal. "It is clear that Ms. Holmes has never seen one of my so-called 'beatings'," Beckinsale smirks at podium. "I can assure her, that though they finish up as me issuing one-way punishment, they always start as 'fights'. Everyone always assumes they'll wear me down in the end, or that they punch too hard for me, or that they'll discourage me with their heart. Watching the hubris drain away is part of the fun of this sport - the look in a woman's eyes when it dawns on her that she didn't understand the world at all, and that the truth is so much different and more harsh than she ever thought it would be. I frankly cannot wait to see that look in Katie's eyes. I will be sure to cherish it."

Katie in black lace push up/hipster panties; small black gloves; brown hair in hard-working pony with messy bangs draping cheeks. Becks in purple lace "World's Sexiest" bra and panties; small black gloves; hair in negligent bedroom tangly-curls.

During R1: Katie steppin' in wide stance...she'll ease the left hand out, just pushing it at Kate's mouth, then double it short with a real spank on second impact. Katie stepping out after delivering; hopping lanky to her right, then re-assuming gun-platform stance, looking for her next jab. Beckinsale stalking - paying rent with her face, but she's bobbing under Katie's jab at times, jabbing stiff to ribs, then pouring right hands over the top, chasing Holmes out of her stance. Patient, veteran cadence - little spurts of activity...Beckinsale the busier, more aggressive beauty by a smidge.

R2: Similar stuff - Holmes searching out Kate's face via left jabs - often touching to locate, then doubling up to spank for points. Holmes with little hops and shimmy-steps, but basically setting weight on front (left) leg to work rangy up top. Beckinsale changing levels, chipping away at Katie's tummy/ribs with straight left hands; rising up into hooks and crosses...Beckinsale driving forward with her power shots, getting Katie to abandon positions.

R3: Good solid round for Becks. She's quick-stepping to her left, cutting off the ring. She's moving her head well, bobbing under Katie's left, countering off the slip. She's backing Katie up, hitting her loudly to body - that wide right hand clubbing at Holmes' left-side lats; hooks curling thumbside-up against jug. Katie unhurt, but frazzled, in constant retreat...down the stretch, a heartfelt assault of straight, criss-crossing rights and lefts stamps at Katie's breasts, punching her back into ropes. Holmes gasping: "OH fu..." covering up earmuff off the cables: Beckinsale able to salt away the points with a thumping pair of left hooks tucked in thick behind Katie's right elbow.

R4: Katie grimacing, slightly distressed, shying away: Beckinsale walking her girl down, turning the fight into a beating this round. Kate stooping under Katie's jab and really ramming home the receipting jab to Holmes' ribs, setting up the offence from there. Right hands over top turn Katie's chin hard to starboard, putting her wobbly-butt. Hopped-in hooks crash home to cheek, driving Holmes ropeside. Katie butt-on-ropes, stooping forward in earmuff: Beckinsale given carte-blanche to work her patterns, bouncing mitts off hips and waist, working up-torso on either flank, then clouting about head-and-shoulders. Holmes listless, sponging it up...she'll absorb a series of thumping blows, then ease Kate into clinch, hanging on tight for ref's break. Beckinsale all eyes-bright, but never getting reckless or pinning her ears back...even with Katie ropebound, Beckinsale will tap the guard with a jab or one-two, keeping Holmes covered up so body-thumping hooks can land clean. Bell to bell Beckinsale doesn't put Katie down, but Holmes is ashen faced, blinking back tears at break.

R5: Holmes shows her mettle - standing her ground just outside a neutral corner, inviting Beckinsale close, then trading with her. Katie's pumping double-jab a real workhorse, punishing Beckinsale's beautiful face, charging her rent for coming in. Becks walking through poke to get after Katie's torso - British girl slamming away lefts and rights in combination, working in the horizontal plane. Katie standing firm in the pocket, closing stance to work behind her left shoulder, shifting weight to back (right) leg for spicy right uppercuts in close; turning a rising, thumbside-up hook across Beckinsale's chin - the punch finishing up over Katie's right shoulder on follow through. Down the stretch, Beckinsale realizes the price for reducing the pocket is too high...she elects to step out, but she's shabbier than she realizes. Katie H able to step-with and pop left jabs to Katie B's left ear as Beckinsale's turning away...follow-on sliding right cross clips chin, swiveling Beckinsale's head and PUTTING HER ON HER TUSH! Katie spirited - batting mitts together and forcing hard eye contact as Beckinsale sits up, trying to reclaim trembling legs...good hard knockdown gets Holmes back into the fight!

R6: Grim two way brutality as both girls realize the fight will be won in the trenches. Each angles-in with her left shoulder, feet flat, chins tucked. Eyes alert, they set about reducing one another at close range - close, but not smothering: girls always have sufficient room to get off. Short jabs nick off left sides of faces. Whip-across hooks chop faces and jug with palm-down delivery. Both girls love the short right uppercut off the back (right) plant leg, chipping each other's chins in turns. Both love the hacking, hateful right hand out wide behind the other's left elbow; both love to set weight on front (left) legs, pop hips-right and scoop rival tummy succulent left uppercuts. Little to choose, but down the stretch - Beckinsale works Katie's paunch with a scrubbing series of thumbside-up rights and lefts, punching Holmes breathless and stealing close points.

R7: Same again - girls stand close together in flat-footed stances, torsos stooping forward, left shoulders leading, then both get after the other methodical. It's efficiency over artistry - the girls extending left hands to measure, then each straps away with rangy, stroking fare. Torsos shine up glossy-pink under the constant clap and chop of rival mitts; every once in a while, a beautiful face is picked up tart, or punched sideways. Curvy legs and backsides hold-firm - neither girl is broken in her stance. Down the stretch, Becks puts a hook on Katie's chin which causes Holmes to falter slightly in her stance...winning the round for Katie B by the slimmest of margins.

R8: Same again - some pushing for position as girls lean in strong to palm shoulders or push biceps back, but it's basically stand-and-deliver from close range. Close, hard to score action, but the range seems to slightly favour Becks...every once in a while she'll cover up to block, then answer back quick before Katie can get organized, giving the judges something upon which to focus. Katie unfazed however and doing plenty in return. Especially useful for Holmes is a rangy left hook across British tummy - Katie just getting it thumbside-up across gut in a rising trajectory, putting a grumpy frown on Beckinsale's face by bell.

R9: Grim, grinding fare continues - girls just electing to stand in a phone booth with each other and strap each other tender. Lips are parted now, faces pained - hair dangles past weary, wincing eyes as the women concentrate upon wearing the other down. Torsos are the opponent, the women beating at each other with determined right hands chopping down upon left-side lats; scouring left hooks rake offending breasts and tummies. Some pushing of one another's arms, but never full-on clinching: each wants to get into the other's legs and force submission. Bell: fighters panting, gazing stupidly at one another, each wondering if the other is more wretched, more miserable inside after 9 hard rounds of work.

R10: Beckinsale's a tired vixen...she comes out in tight earmuff, looking to put her head in the crook of Katie's neck. Leads to bump-and-punch as Holmes uses her extended left elbow/left shoulder to nudge Becks off, then licks rangy punches before Kate can weave back in. Methodical, grunting stuff...Katie stooped forward, roughly positioned over Kate's left shoulder, working hard to beat down Beckinsale's tight defences. Midway through, partial breakthrough for Holmes: with right hand touching lightly at Kate's guard, Holmes dips the left shoulder, lashing a succulent left uppercut to the pit of Beckinsale's tummy. British girl whimpers into her palms, baby-stepping forward as she cringes in receipt: Katie H steps right foot forward a bit, hacks a vicious right hand in behind the Beckinsale left elbow, then gets an inside-out right uppercut off the right plant leg, picking Becks up in stupor, sending her staggering back into ropes. Crowd roaring as it looks like Holmes has found quit, but when she moves in to exploit the moment...Beckinsale greets her with a chopping over hand right off the ropes, initiating brutal pate-on-pate warfare to bell. At the tone, women are still bumping and slugging cheek to cheek - just mindlessly working each other into stupor until ref steps in. Comes back UD10 Kate Beckinsale, leaving Holmes ashen-faced, heartbroken at the announcement.

After: Both women reduced, savagely treated tonight. Fight more one-sided on the cards than it was in the ring: Beckinsale eking out a lot of close rounds in which Holmes did plenty of useful harm. "I feel as though I've sent a warning - and a challenge - to Claire Danes tonight," a battered Kate Beckinsale winces in postfight. "She could not have beaten this opponent in this fight. Once I under-estimated Claire and paid a steep price, but I am obviously the number one contender at bantamweight and most deserving of a rematch. As for Holmes, that may well have been a fitting match upon which she might retire. Never has she given so much in a fight and still been denied by a better woman. I felt her diminish as I beat her, and I highly doubt she will ever fully recover from this experience."