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1 April 2011 Kristin Kreuk vs Natalie Portman

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Posted by simguy on 4/1/2011, 9:59 am

BEFORE: "Gonna shark me up an A-lister!" Kristin beams in prefight, rubbing hands together in anticipatory glee. "It's a great time to be in the Kristin Kreuk business, with Claire sort of stumbling, and Mishy stubbing her toe on Hudgens...looks like it's up to me to carve out the big fights!" Portman all business when it's her turn...she descends the dais; walks around out front; stops in front of Krissy's spot and slams her BEST ACTRESS Oscar down on Kreuk's placemat. Steely A-list eye contact: Natalie just seething silently, staring and glaring until Kreuk blinks, looks to a HISC aide at her side and tries to laugh off the intimidation. Natalie in midnight blue velvet bandeau bikini with low-rise/boy leg bottoms; small powder-blue gloves; hair a light graham-wafer golden brown colour, loose about her shoulders. Kristen in purple bikini; small black gloves; hair in chopped tousle.

During R1: ACTION! Natalie's right fist tight to right side of her mouth as she jab-jab-jabs her way into Krissy: Portman closing, chopping in the right via hammer-drop delivery, scouring across the left - churning away in tidy flyweight hup-hup. Kristin driven back at the open, then responding in kind - slender-limbed little tigresses lathering and batting away PIK! PAK! P-PAK! Minute mark - Kristin driving Portman back: Nat judging distance exquistely, steps back, drills an intercept short right down onto Krissy's chin as Kreuk's loading up righty...DOWN GOES KRISTIN! Portman gloating - lifting both hands above her head, grinning down at stunned little Wolfie. Krissy chin-punched to her buns...she scrambles up quickly, blinking and pouting prettily as ref wipes her gloves on his shirt, then ON COMES NATALIE! Withering fire Portman to Kreuk drives Krissy to ropes...Natalie's little fists whirling and chopping. Kreuk grimacing into the storm, but firming: she's ducking/covering/rolling with the incoming, then banging back: little brunette scoring hard hooks in offending ribs - catching Natalie as Portman's face-hunting. Down the stretch - Kreuk drilling short right hands to Nat's face out of a bobbing crouch, driving Portman back...Natalie pushing back leather but her feet aren't set and RIGHT HAND KRISSY sits Natalie down! Nat on her buns-and-hands, blinking up in astonishment: Kreuk mocking Nat's earlier celebration with her hands high, eyes blazing until ref scoots in. Answer knockdown makes it a draw as both girls abandon boxing in favour of small-bodied slugfesting.

R2: Nat dials it back a bit - left hand jab-jab-jabbing while holding right tight to her mouth. She's circling clockwise around the work - bobbing down in her stance rather than coming in hot off the poke: changing levels, being cute. Kristin similary tactical: she blocks-and-backs-off - circling-with - looking to receipt-jab Natalie's mouth. Outjabbing Nattie P's tough to do...girls circle and dart - stooping to touch gut, staying on offending face primarily...Portman out-boxing a competitive Krissy K midring.

R3: The precision of Portman. Jab-wary Krissy not getting off, just standing her ground as girls square up outside. Natalie feinting, changing levels to threaten Kristin's tummy: Kreuk flinching but holding her position in oddly stationary stand-off. Feint...feint...then Nat drills a solitary right straight onto Krissy's left eye with pounding force. Kreuk blinking, hurt: Natalie with the hint of a cruel grin as she begins working the eye with insistent, hen-pecking left jabs. Tap-tap-tap; step-right and HOOK Krissy's left eye from the angle. Kreuk out on the end of poke, suffering...she's forced to rush at Portman to even things up: Natalie's waiting. Portman walking Krissy into cutey-pie check-hooks, sending back outside all chin-toggled. Natalie patiently jabbing Kreuk's eye to goad Krissy into these hasty attacks: sweet science, anyone? Bell: Portman smug back to her corner; Krissy's left eye swelling, her expression grim.

R4: Krissy jab-jab-jabbing her way in, scattering Natalie: Portman hopping out of range, using her legs early. Kreuk in slugger's crouch, weaving her way in close enough to rap tidy right/lefts off Nat's ribs just below the bandeau-line. Portman sidestepping, disengaging in hopes of renegotiating. Good steady Kreuk pressure keeps Nat on the run - Krissy staying low, working the body via gouging small-mitt rips.

R5: Nat jabbing and feinting, freezing Krissy midring: all sets up a drilling straight right hand to left eye, catching Krissy looking/waiting. Krissy crying out in pain: Nat triggering a quick second lead right - knocking at Krissy's jaw, then HOOKING her teeth: vicious clip-across left unhinges Kristin's knees. Kreuk forms rickety earmuff, stutter-stepping forward: Nat with elbows in, fits Krissy for short-shrugging little right uppercut to chin - shifting back in good order to also clip in the left uppercut as Kristin toddles forward. Sidestep right, Nat Portman: her left hand snakes out PIK! PIK! pounding at Kreuk's busted up left eye. Kreuk grimly forward, showing heart: down the stretch, Kreuk's strapping limber right hands to Natalie's ribcage; trading clip-across hooks at close range to stymie Portman's attack late. Bell: li'l battlers still lathering it up all snarling lips/flashing eyes...ref jumps in with warnings all 'round.

R6: Kreuk turns southpaw to protect her left eye: now her right shoulder/right foot is forward. Portman eagerly going to work - her left hand slapping at back of Krissy's right, then jabbing face from there; her right hand sticking in straight to right side of Kristin's jaw, chippin' and a-pokin'. Kreuk trying to sling in the left, but foiled as Portman executes neat pivots-clockwise - constantly positioning outside Kreuk's right shoulder. Tap-tap-tap work getting done on Kristin's right eye/rightside of face...Potman's clever fists tattooing Krissy, making a mockery of Kreuk's attempted southpaw stance. Bell: Kristin busting up nicely, looking vexed and grumpy on her stool; Portman upbeat, taking on water, nodding vigorously as trainer describes the demoralizing effect her punching is having. Scerbo happily tweets: "Natalie's battering Krissy!"

R7: Natalie ups-tempo, surges up the middle - encounters much more Krissy than expected. Furious flyweight lathering exchanges - one girl batted off balance as the other whacks away left/rights to either ear - then it's back the other way. Licking lashes to the Portman ribcage just south of the jugline very effective: Natalie grimacing, often forced to disengage to catch her breath. Kreuk surges generally rebuffed by spurting Portman fighting retreats...very difficult for either girl to impose will in hectic action.

R8: Nat feints, then jabs Krissy's closed left eye - Portman shouting "HAH!" with delight as she withdraws. Kreuk wincing in pain, forced onto the attack...she wades forward only to take a slick chopping series of rights and lefts directly on her face. Portman just threading her fists through a key-hole up the middle - small mitts spanking loud off Krissy's face, punching Kreuk groggy and DROPPING HER TO ALL FOURS! Kristin spent, weepy as she stumbles to hands and knees - Natalie's happy yelp of triumph ringing in Krissy's ears. Kreuk beats the count for a swaying 8...then she's trudging back out as grinning Natalie lures her to midring. Nat flashes the jab to Krissy's tummy, then slides back a step...Kreuk forward, pawing her left like a blind-man's cane. CLEAN UP HOOK, NATTIE P! Portman luring Krissy forward, jumping past Kreuk's searching left to fit the world's shortest, jamming left hook to Krissy's chin. Kreuk blown back by Nat's forward momentum...Krissy stumbling over her heels before sitting-out, then rolling to her back. Nat: squealing in exultation, jogging the ring. Krissy: face pinched in shellshocked agony...legs slowly straightening out...then her left hand starts throwing spastic little swat-hooks off her back! Kreuk out - scrambled systems triggering woozy punches as she's lying there...Portman's cackling laughter punctuates the 10 count. KO8 Nat Portman.

After: Krissy brought round - she's a tragic sight, all busted up, eyes swollen to slits - well and truly touched up tonight. Portman enjoying the show - her laughter and cutting comments audible in the grim HISC corner. When Kreuk's up and pouting...there's Portman, holding Oscar at Krissy's eyeline: when Kreuk tries to look away, Nat moves her hand - keeping Oscar just inches away from Kreuk's nose - hammering home the point. "Definitely, Kristin was demoralized whenever I brought this baby out!" Nat says of the big O. "Every chance I got, I shoved my BEST ACTRESS credentials in her face, and you could just see the effect; she knew I was better in every way." When asked about a potential HISC contract, Natalie offers a secretive smile. "I'm not saying no...but I've been down the stable route a couple times now. I'll need some...assurances, you could say. Certainly Mish and Claire would need to understand who I am if I were to get inside that tent. I mean - has Claire even been NOMINATED? I mean, 'Shopgirl'? Really? I'm a marquee name: I need marquee treatment - that's all I'm saying."