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1 April 2011 Catherine Bell vs Brooklyn Decker

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Posted by simguy on 4/1/2011, 9:36 am

BEFORE: "There's no question that the foundation of my reputation will be built upon the broken bodies of women like Cat Bell, Rebecca Romijn and Cindy Crawford," Brooklyn states in prefight. "The old war-horses of the past...these are the women who must fall to cement my legacy. It won't be easy - Cat Bell is still a force - but I truly believe that I am a Blonde of Destiny, a future Great Blonde, and I won't be denied by this creaky old relic!" Bell champing at the bit: she's every bit as eager as her young foe for competition. "I felt the same thing that Theron felt when Brooklyn emerged from the surf on film," Bell explains at podium. "The old competitive juices started flowing, and I got that old jump in my step in training again - even before this fight was announced. Brooklyn's hoping for an old Cat Bell, but I feel ten years younger coming into this fight, and I think we all know what I would've done to this kid ten years ago!" Cat in electric blue bikini; white gloves; long black hair loose. Brooklyn in yellow bikini; black gloves; long blonde hair loose.

During R1: Cat: leaning on right (back) leg - her torso angled away from Brooklyn; left hand tracing lazy ovals in the air; right cocked at Cat's chin. Decker dukes up/elbows in - stepping confidently towards Cat, only to be warded off by that loose left suddenly jabbing, or cuffing hooks. Brooklyn reorganizing her feet - stepping in the strong left jab to Cat's chest: both women leaning into short right hands therafter. Dangerous, whistling stuff - girls falling in after pitching, struggling in the grasp, then pushing each other off. Down the stretch, exchange of right hands goes Brooklyn's way: Cat's legs give a shimmy...she's steppin' funky, reaching quickly to snuggle Brooklyn up, hanging on for ref's break.

R2: Similar dispositions...Cat leaning away on right leg, hoping to coax Brooklyn into a sneaky check hook: Decker leaning in off her own jab to trade hard right hands at close ranges. Fighters falling in, struggling tummy-to-tummy - ref issuing breaks, pushing sweaty bodies apart. Down the stretch - fighters snake left arms round each other's heads, forming cauldron: thudding right hand abuse ensues to tummies and tits underneath. Great stuffing, pumping action - right arms pulling back, then plunging into offending torso as the girls tug each other around. Bell: Cat looking a little ashen faced...Brooklyn proving very vigorous in the cauldron, probably got the better of two way slugging.

R3: Decker ramming home one-twos: blonde girl pursing her lips, narrowing her eyes as she pounds in tits/chin. Straight, fully extended lefts or rights penetrating, punching back Cat's head...Bell startled, reacting just a touch too slow to parry. Cat driven backward, hitting ropes wide eyed: she's hurt, forced to clinch as legs give a momentary shimmy. Brooklyn shoving off, eyes hard: big blonde squaring away popping hips side to side to shellack heavy left/rights across Cat's waist. Bell gasping upon receipt, feeling Decker's heft: brunette stooping forward behind her gloves, butt in ropes: Decker bodying up to press Cat upright to reset. Determined blonde assault on jug - heavy, clouting lefts and rights slugging aside Cat's defences to bombard that rack: Bell open-mouthed, clinching and grimacing as young blonde girl has her way.

R4: Decker upping tempo, getting after Cat: battered veteran retreating around the ring, parrying shots, turning at ropes to keep her back clear. Brooklyn walking Cat down, shelling her front via stiff jabs/heavy right hands...anytime Cat covers up earmuff, Decker's exacting a terrible price on waist/ribs. Bell's canny clinches buying her time...she's getting away with a little hold-and-hit here, trying to walk Brooklyn around and slow the pace. Bell walking Decker into the odd check jab - working over Brooklyn's left eye: Decker's own pounding jab and follow-up right hands raising a plum-coloured mouse under Cat's left eye.

R5: Cat jabbing her left hand over Decker's right shoulder, spoiling blonde right hands; Cat then leaning in close to check blonde chin via stubby rights before clinching. Decker's buttocks on wobble as the hits pile up - Cat able to shove her off, walk her down - blonde girl blinking, pouting: opportunistic Bell pounds left jab to blonde left eye, kicking back Brooklyn's head. Cat riding her left arm on Decker's right shoulder - curling the limb round Brookie's head, then pumping in short right hands to heaving blonde jugs. Ref issuing breaks...Decker looking woozy: this is vintage Cat. Down the stretch, Cat looping her left arm around Brookie's head: Decker doing the same...right hands heaved into trembling tummies/jostling jugs as fighters form cauldron. THERE GO CAT'S LEGS! Torrid, jamming exchange quickly goes Brooklyn's way: she's able to body Cat to ropes as Bell ties up. Brooklyn pushing against Cat's arms, trying to extricate herself so jug may be pounded: Bell dazed, mouthbreathing, trying to bog blondie down before the bell. Brooklyn routinely chesting up on Cat in the clinch - Bell's proud jugs humbled by the weight of Decker's jubblies atop 'em. Fight continues late as Brooklyn wants more Cat - ref forced to pull seething blonde girl off a wilting legend through 5.

R6: Cat retreating to ropes, punished but defiant: brunette setting up pocket, looking to time Brooklyn for counters. Decker stepping-to, cycling her jab in to mess with Cat's guard, then pouring home booming right hands: blonde girl really laying on the hurt. Bell grimacing - taking hard knocks off her brow; suffering more blows on a swollen left eye; breasts, tummy both under assault...brunette grimly refusing to buckle under thudding blonde dominance. Brookie eating the odd stiff jab in her mouth; the odd swinging right upside the head...just enough Cat Bell leather to keep ref from stopping it. Bell: smouldering look, Brooklyn to Cat as Decker's breasts once again bully Cat's chest to chest...blonde girl banging the bejesus out of brunette through 6.

R7: Bell stacked up hard into ropes...Bell just clinching, hanging on as blonde weight prevails. Brooklyn wriggling in the clinch, crossing her wrists against Cat's jugs in tight, pushing in to compress brunette torso to torso. Rough play soon frees Brooklyn...she lays in strong, getting her hips well back - her left shoulder pushing on Cat's chest while free-swinging left/rights plunder available body. Cat groaning, working to tie Brooklyn up, then maul her in the grasp: Decker stamping on the spot, working hard not to let Cat wriggle out from under. Hard two-way pounding, but it's fresh-legged Brooklyn on top, outworking Cat through 7.

R8: Decker reaching under Cat's arms, walking Bell to ropes, stacking her hard enough to get Bell's head lolling, eyelashes fluttering. Bell wearing down...she's trying to hold-and-hit, but Decker constantly pushing in, pressing up - compressing Bell deep to ropes, even in the grasp. Decker pushing off, then spanking hard left/rights across Cat's jugs, belting 'em all a-jiggle: Bell getting groggy, laying on cables and not answering back: Brooke coming off body to drift Bell right hands to ear/forehead/left eye. Big, beefy blonde 8th: Brookie laying atop achy Cat against ropes at bell, blonde jugs imposing will on battered brunette counterparts...ref has to reef and tug Brooklyn off her foe.

R9: Swaggering Brooklyn walks Cat to ropes, pushes off to pound away thick. Blonde girl free-and-easy - leaning in close to slam rights and lefts to hips/ribs as Bell's folding forward. Brooklyn lifting hup-hup left/rights to the overhanging ledge of Cat's jugs - then leaning in shoulder-first to stack Cat up for more. HARD, drifting right hands kiss Cat's head back over top rope...Bell sponging it up, the drooping forward all sleepy. Brooklyn cleaning up, loading up and throwing heavy to Cat's body...RIGHT HAND, CAT BELL! Hail Mary wallop off the ropes strokes Brooklyn ear-to-chin on her left side...she's staring, gobsmacked as Cat goes over to offence. Bell gathers Brooklyn up, bodies her to ropes, curls left hand in around Brookie's right tricep and STARTS PLOWING RIGHTY! Cat baring her fangs - right arm just a-pumpin' in on Brooklyn's shellshocked rack. Pretty blonde girl seated in ropes, mouth open in protest, eyes wincing shut...she's a helpless vixen just sponging it up from Cat Bell at the break! Cat stuffing in a little extra insurance - referee pulls her off as Brooklyn cradles ransacked jubblies, slumping all stunned and hurting on ropes.

R10: Lunging right hand kisses Cat's face hard to starboard...her knees buckle...she's stepping in fence post holes, all but out as Brooklyn bodies up big girl. Cat ragdolled hard to ropes, then OH, THE PAYBACK! Brooklyn SEETHING with Cat-hate - sorting Bell out with pushes, then POUNDING away lefts and rights curled tight against rack. Bell swaying hurt - punches landing hard as kicks against her kegs...she's reaching blubbery to clinch, mouth open. Time and again, Brooklyn reaches under Cat's arms, stacking her up, crashing-the-rack. Cat swaying, drooping forward at the waist: Brooklyn HEAVING her girl upright against ropes, piling on the hurt as Bell tips into swoon. All big Brookie D to the bell, heaping on the shellack in buckets...she beats Cat to the brink but can't get her out of there. Comes back UD10 Brooklyn Decker.

After; Bell beaten unrecognizable, her last-gasp rally in the 9th papering over what might otherwise stand as one of the worst beatings she's ever suffered. Brooklyn scuffed and puffy, rocked late, but answering like a champ...she refused to let Cat spook her out of a win. "All she had was that right hand at the end," Brooklyn boasts in postfight. "She hurt me, but it wasn't enough: I just sucked it up and went back at her double! This is huge - I consider it my greatest victory, and I really think Cat should probably retire after this fight. She took it hard from me for 10 whole rounds: she'll never be the same after this...all because of me and my pounding fists!" Brooklyn! Brooklyn! RACK magazine here: it looked like your jugs had Cat's jugs on the run tonight a bit...could you comment on the in-clinch play and how things stood between you? "I definitely feel that my jugs took the measure of Cat's jugs in the clinches," Brooklyn says, brushing hair behind her left ear with a casual flick. "I had good nipple-position on top; she was taking weight, while I was pushing weight...I felt like her breasts where giving ground to mine all night long. Yeah - I'd have to say I had total jug supremacy in there tonight: Cat just couldn't push back on me at all!"