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Christina had removed the mid-section cover up, snidely observing, “I don't need to hide MY abs, I'm proud of them. But then, the old Cat always looked a bit soft down there.” Hendricks also fills out the top far better than Bell...“out” being the operative word! If Hendricks was worried about a wardrobe malfunction with her previous outfit, one can't imagine how tiny that one must have been!
Bell fuming - and looking downright dowdy - in her very ordinary blue JAG bikini.

Hendricks showing Bell up in front of her fans was NOT in Cat's plans and everyone seeing the look on Bell's red-hot face as Christina comes bouncing and jiggling down the aisle to the ring, can imagine the retribution she has in mind for the poor young redhead when the bell rings!!
Bell trains herself and only gets “advice” from the Academy, but under FCBA rules she has to have a corner team. Working in her corner tonight are Academy Head Trainer, Natalya Ragozina and the Academy Medical Staff, Nurse Sunny McKay. In Hendricks' corner are Amy Acker and Nicki Minaj.

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During R1: Redhead bull-rushes Cat from the opening bell, shouldering her back into her corner, pounding away with hammering lefts and rights to the body, bashing belly, breasts, both flanks, and head! Bell stunned by the unexpected onslaught, struggling. Big brunette unaccustomed to being out-muscled, grimacing with her butt jammed tight in the ropes, gloves ear-muffing, elbows in. Christina relentlessly using her elbows to pry apart Bell's defense, whack that aging body. 'Big Red' fighting her kind of fight, putting her weight on Bell against the ropes, digging into that proud brunette rack with uppercuts, discouraging Cat with her power. Bell finally getting punching room late, able to use her legs and reach to slow the 'Big Red Machine' in the closing seconds, but the points go to Hendricks easy.

R2: Cat ready for the bell this time, sprints from her corner, circling behind the jab and avoiding getting steamrolled again by the feisty redhead! Cat keeping her long range left in Christina's face, uses a few combinations to keep the redhead off balance, the right hand under Hendricks' left particularly effective in the opening minute. Christina making adjustments, feints the right, hooks the left under Cat's right elbow, the brunette's grunt putting a grin on those bright red lips. Whistling Bell left wipes the grin away almost immediately. Girls settle in to bang lush bodies during the middle of the round, Bell landing more punches, but Hendricks' are harder! Bell's rack comes back under attack after a few minutes of respite; Cat answers in kind, chup-chup-chupping up into Hendricks' heavy hooters – to the delight of the women in the Academy corner who had little cause for celebration in the first round. Late action in Christina's corner sees Bell land a short left hook on the button, followed by a right that buckles Hendricks' legs briefly. Hendricks crouching in her corner, covering up as Bell bludgeons her gloves, forearms and lower body. The bell finds Hendricks' eyes watering as she looks up to see Bell's retreating backside jiggling back toward her corner where she's greeted like a conquering hero by McKay who leaps into her arms and gives Cat a hug! Cat's Trainer, Natalya Ragozina, grabs McKay and literally shoves the blonde through the ropes, out of the ring onto the floor!

R3: Ragozina giving Cat a blistering talking to between rounds that has the old war horse on her feet and chomping at the bit for the bell. Bell-Hendricks crash together mid-ring, ring shaking from the impact of two voluptuous vixens colliding head-on. Like moose in mating season, they grab hold of the others biceps then chest up, pushing and shoving, each trying to gain an advantage. The heavier Christina slowly forces Bell back to the ropes, the red-faced brunette unable to overcome Hendricks' natural advantages. Bell wrestles her right arm free and comes up inside, hammering two, three, punches to Christina's paunch. Hendricks left hooks Cat's cheek, then swings her around and sends her careening headlong across the ring. Big redhead stalking, Cat backpedaling behind her stiff jab, using her technical skill to counter the younger redhead's physical edge. CAT RINGS UP CHRISSY! Two punch combination (left-right) puts a wobble in Hendricks' thighs and Christina reaches in to clinch! Bell slaps her hands away and DOWN GOES HENDRICKS! Big left hook over Hendricks' right drops the chesty redhead on her derriere, sending ripples all the way up to her bosom. Cat looks down on the shocked younger woman with undisguised glee before she turns and saunters to a neutral corner while the referee begins the count. Hendricks on one knee at five, upright but shaky at nine. Ref checks gloves and Cat closes to finish her off. Christina backs to the ropes and hunkers down in a defensive posture; crouching with her gloves up ear-muffing her flushed face. Cat thumping away to the flanks, trying to get a those ribs to bring Big Red's hands down. BIG UPPERCUT rocks Hendricks again, but the sturdy redhead immediately clinches, stubbornly bear-hugging Bell who's forced to endure several long seconds of Hendricks' awesome jugg weight before she can squirm free. Cat landing two more left hooks to the body, taking a solid right to the ear in return at the bell! Big round Cat Bell puts her into the lead.

R4: Younger redhead looking almost back to normal as she stands for the bell; Cat's still catching her breath after throwing everything but the kitchen sink at Christina in the third round. Both have tasted the others power and the early minute of the fourth round finds them showing added respect for the other. Not that they're not punching – oh they are punching – but both pay a little more heed to defense as well. Bell in classic stance, left extended popping that short, hard, jab she's known for; right hand cocked at her cheek ready to throw into the first opening she sees. Hendricks fighting out of a George Foreman crouch, gloves crossed in front of her, elbows tucked in protecting her bosom (a typical 'big bust' attitude), head bobbing and twisting, never giving Bell a clear shot. Mid-way women trading at mid-ring when Hendricks overextends with the right and Bell catches her with a chopping left to the side of the head. Innocuous looking punch staggers Hendricks and Cat pounces! Another left high on the forehead of the crouching redhead sends her back against the ropes. Bell steadies her with the left on her shoulder as she loads up the right hand. BELL'S HURT! Cat caught with the inside right hand, head swivel as she staggers to her right off balance. Christina stepping with, another right hand has Bell stepping in fence post holes! DOWN GOES BELL! Left hook, right cross combination twists Bell's head to the left, then the right bashes her head back left. Bell turned around, back to Hendricks who steps around the wobbly Cat and drops a big bomb overhand left on the side of Bell's unprotected chin. Bell face plants at the referee's feet, her gloves in front of her are beneath her helping to (slightly) cushion the impact. Hendricks steps over Cat's butt as ripples are still undulating, walking to the far corner while the referee turns back to count. Bell pushing up to all fours, then to her knees, shaking her head to stop the birdies chirping. To one knee first, then Cat slowly rises, arms dangling at her sides. Referee eyeing her closely, but when she lifts her gloves and nods an emphatic 'yes' to his “Are you alright?” he steps away and allows the fight to continue. Christina confronts Bell who sways back seeking the support of the ropes against her back. Big Red bellies up, pressing her prodigious puppies onto Bell's, making her take their weight as she twists and turns into bludgeoning roundhouse rights and lefts to either flank, digging into the vulnerable areas behind Bell's immobile elbows! Chrissy trying to force Bell's hands down, but Cat stubbornly endures the torment with her gloves covering her face and head, her elbows protecting her vulnerable juggs from Christina's eager gloves. At the bell, Hendricks is in the motion of throwing a punch, but she pulls it short, then spins and with a toss of her crimson mane, struts proudly back to her corner, leaving Bell a smoldering wreck on the ropes.
Referee takes Cat's elbow and steers her to her corner where Trainer Ragozina supports her as she slumps onto her stool. Nurse Sunny McKay,

uncharacteristically subdued after her earlier ejection by Natalya, sullenly applies Endswell to Bell's swelling left eye with one hand, holding an ice pack on Bell's left side ribs with the other as Ragozina gives Cat instructions and advice on how to turn this looming train wreck around before it's too late! Christina Hendricks answers Bell's knockdown with one of her own as she draws even on the scorecards once again.

R5: Cat still on her stool at the bell, needs a helping hand from McKay just to stand. Christina, suspecting a trap, walks across the ring this time, raises her gloves and POP, jabs Bell between the eyes. Cat's return is slow in developing and easily blocked by Hendricks. Two more Christina jabs go unanswered as Bell circles away to her right, keeping away from Hendricks' right hand. Hendricks turns with her, sticking the jab in Bell's face over and over. Cat throws the right hand, but it misses badly and she leaves herself open to Hendricks' counter right – which pancakes Cat's left breast and nearly pushes it out of her top! Bell, grunting with jugg pain, clinches and Hendricks hammers those left side ribs with two hard rights! Cat cringing, lowers her head, getting inside to hook hooters....left, right, left. Hendricks takes the abuse with a smile, pushes Cat back on her heels then comes over the top with a roundhouse right. DOWN GOES BELL! Cat sprawling on her backside, feet flying up as she rolls onto her shoulders. Bell sitting up as Hendricks walks away, rolls over to all fours and crawls to the ropes which she uses to haul herself up. Referee asks Bell something as he checks her gloves, but she shakes her head. He shrugs and waves Hendricks over to resume. Bell swaying on the ropes, gloves up ear-muffing as Christina bodies up to her. Heads on each others shoulders, both women go rack with mindless, back-and-forth jugg mugging that must have Tractorpull staffers racing for the nearest watering hole. It's mean, it's ugly and....and it's got the fans on their feet in a frenzy!! Weak uppercut from Bell has no effect on big, strong, Christina who shrugs it off. Hendricks goes belly, gutting Cat with a drilling left hook that doubles the busty brunette forward. Christina shoulder butts Cat back, then a straight right to the left cup pancakes that throbbing left breast for about the tenth time this round. A tearful Bell answers with a left hook to Hendricks right cup, the mountain of flesh sloshing up and bulging over the edge of the cup before receding and settling back. Hendricks' left-right combo finally ends the fight, snapping Cat's head to the side, then coming up underneath her chin with a 'go home' uppercut that turns out the lights!

Bell's knees unhinge as she falls backward to the ropes, only to be slingshot headfirst back to Christina who catches the already unconscious brunette her in her arms and gently turns her over before dropping Cat on her back at the referee's feet. Then Hendricks bows and makes a sweeping gesture, presenting Cat's prostrate form to him for his counting pleasure.

No doubt disappointing Hendricks, the referee simply waves his arms ending the contest at 1:28 of the fifth round. Winner by KO5, Christina Hendricks!

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After: Hendricks' avaricious, grim, eyes never wavering from Cat's blank face. Redhead hurries to remove both her own and Cat's mitts, propping Bell up against the ropes, head lolling as Christina goes to work. Once she's tugged her own and Cat's gloves off, she tosses them into the crowd, then sharply slaps the brunette a few times, bringing her back to a state of more/less semi-consciousness. Cat still dazed; uncomprehending when Christina takes her under the arms and muscles her into a Standing Bearhug. With Cat upright, Hendricks holds her firmly to her body, face-to-face. Whispering in Cat's ear, “You talked too much in prefight, Pussycat, you should have known this was how it would end.”

Then she reaches up and takes Cat's face in her hands, slowly drawing it down toward her bosom almost as a lover would. Cat's face hits the sweaty ginger cleavage with a soft SLAT. Then with a hard grin, Chrissy secures the Front Sleeper Hold; cold green eyes staring out into crowd where Stone, Ragozina and some of the Academy members who'd already finished their bouts or who had yet to fight, were seated watching intently.

Christina wrapped her left arm tight behind Cat's head; left hand cupping her right bicep; right hand gathering a fistful of Cat's damp hair. Bell locked in tight, overwhelmed by the weight and cushy volume of Hendricks' legendary rack. Cat quickly going into jugg shock, her hands resting on Christina's full, womanly, hips barely pushing, not really trying to get out, just holding her. Hendricks shifting her weight hip to hip, cinching her grip, licking her lips; her eyes flitting left and right, watching for trouble from Bell's friends. Hendricks, obviously experienced with the genre, letting her jugs do all the work of putting Cat away.

Eventually, released, Cat's body slides down Hendrick's belly, to her knees; her cheek resting on the front of Christina's bikini bottom. As Christina slowly backs away, Cat continues her oblivious journey to the mat, past Hendricks' thighs to her knees. Then as Christina takes a quick step, Cat topples forward to land on her sweat-damp face....completely out; her right cheek on the mat; lips parted; eyes closed. Hendricks' mighty rack has soaked up every last drop of Cat's resistance tonight.
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Media Center: “First Ryan, now Bell!” a grinning Christina tells the media. “That's two pretty good pairs to have on my trophy wall. Who's left at the Academy? Theron? Lawrence? Now that would be something...jugg smother my way through their entire roster...saving poor little Sunny McKay for last!”
Since she brought it up, Boxing Online asked '...about that jugg stuff'. Christina looked surprised by the question. “You're serious? They're just boobs for goodness sake,” she huffed indignantly. “Get over it. Let me as YOU a question. Let's say, Strahovski and...uh...Keibler were fighting. One knocks out the other and poses over her, flaunting her legs. Would you ask HER, 'why? Or would it be obvious?” As the intrepid tractor driver sputters, Hendricks continues. “Take Theron and Diaz. One wins, one loses. Winner preens and fluffs her golden curls while the other stews. Somebody gonna ask her what she was doing with her hair, or does it go without saying?” As he tried to speak, she held up her hand. “One more! Since you seem stuck for an answer... You got J-Lo, Kim Kardashian and Nicki Minaj in a room. Does anyone think they're NOT checking out each others behind? Of course not! Put two of them in a ring and I guarantee the winner will be either sitting on the losers face or putting her caboose to her one way or another. It's the nature of our species. Some of us have assets we must flaunt to show our superiority over someone who thinks she's got the 'real goods'. You have to put the competition in their place. It may 'just' be show business, but it's a cut-throat business!”

Trying to change the subject, a beautiful blond reporter timidly raised her hand. When Christina looks down and saw the woman's low-cut gown, her eyes widened. “I don't remember seeing YOU at ringside, hon,” Christina says matter-of-factly. “I'd have remembered that body.”

“Thank you,” Tess blushes. “My question is...and I understood your previous comments about 'protecting your turf' and all...but why would you – or any woman – do these kinds of fights at all? I just don't understand it. I think they're disgusting personally.”

“Well, since you were smart enough to ask a reasonably intelligent question, I'll try to give you a serious answer,” Christina said. “Ever since I was a teenager people – usually men but not always – were checking out my body. I could hear them speculating if it was better than another girls. It got to be so that I wondered too. Modeling exposed me to a lot of other models...and I mean 'exposed' in both senses of the word...who looked every bit as 'impressive' as me. Over time, we got to know one another and we'd talk, comparing notes you might say. With some, they wanted to take it to the next step and see if a girl could 'prove' hers were better.”

Tess was starting to look interested, so Christine continued. “There are - as you probably know better than the men in this room – several ways to back up your opinion of yourself. What the FCBA now calls JMD is just another name for it. Two women punch and slug each other until one of them can demonstrate her superiority using her God-given advantages to 'convince' her opponent of the righteousness of her claim.

“Now, I don't like to do it, and I don't unless someone has 'asked' for it - one way or another. I don't enjoy it, really. If you've seen my fights, you know I rarely use what that farm magazine calls a jugg out, or breast smother. It's not all that great to be honest. But the commissioners office and the TV producers think it helps their bottom line - and fans definitely love seeing it. So when a girl makes a challenge to me, like some have, and I accept, I do so knowing what I'll have to do when I win....and it's so much more fun to give than to receive, believe me on that!

“Off hand,” she continues, “this is probably only the third or fourth I've done it.” She raised her hand and counted on her fingers....let's see, there was Ryan, Zeta-Jones...and tonight. I think that's all. I've probably had it done to me that many times or more. So be sure your story reads, 'Hendricks isn't the bad girl; Bell got what she asked for', alright?”

'Bell wasn't available to the media, instead her 'spokesperson' (Sunny McKay, disheveled after a post-fight run-in with Nicki Minaj) read a brief statement. “Cat Bell is unable to meet with you at this time. The doctors say she's suffering from 'severe hypoxia' and she's being held under observation overnight. If there is a further statement, it will be released to the media tomorrow by our press liaison office.”

Boxing World Online's Intrepid Reporter shouts, “HEY! Hold on a sec, blondie. The Academy doesn't HAVE a press liaison office, or it didn't yesterday! What gives?” Sunny ignored him and just kept walking away... smirking