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Before: International star Jen Connelly brazenly calling out the best British bantams on their own turf - first up: the mysterious and dangerous Rhona Mitra.
"I want her because she battered Beckinsale," shrugs Jen. "I'm curious to see what she's got that Kate can't handle."
Mitra swollen with confidence, predicting in British press: "I'll kick Connelly into touch."
No sign of intimidation from the sultry Brit. "Rhona's a tremendous fighting talent," says one Ladbrokes analyst making book on the fight. "She absolutely laid waste to Zoe Lucker in a fight most presumed would be a Lucker tune up and Rhona really hasn't looked back since. It didn't surprise any of us when Rhona bested Kate, and although Connelly's a different matter altogether, we look for a strong outing from Mitra regardless."
Rhona in black stretch cotton bra and panties, Jen in white string bikini. Small work out gloves, both vixens. Cream of British fighting celebrity in attendance for this one - Sienna, Catherine Zeta Jones, Liz Hurley, Zoe Lucker, etc.
During R1: Jennifer elects to slug, leaning in close, swinging away rights and lefts underneath from her hips - concussive force driving Mitra to ropes with a shocked, open mouth. Connelly pushing up, then hooking - clouting Mitra's jaw with biting inside strikes, then back down on that abdominal pan with both mitts chugging. Mitra gasping, buckling forward: Jen shrugging her way into offending British jugs - tasty little side to side swabbing lighting Mitra's cotton top up big time. Romping American assault has Rhona nearly out on her feet after a minute, but British brunette proves stalwart, leaning in mouth on shoulder, keeping elbows in, blocking shots and starting to nibble back at chin little tucking hooks, jerking uppercuts. Connelly keeping her shoulder on Mitra, propping and bullying her, then ripping hooks - satisfying spank of Connelly's small left mitt against Mitra's ear and ribcage brings smile to Jen's lips. LEFT UPPERCUT RHONA MITRA! Off the ropes, Mitra picking Jen up - Connelly put wobbly butt, stops punching. Rhona leaning forward, hauling raucous lefts and rights into the breadbasket - American groaning, forced to back up as Rhona returns the body bombs with interest. Connelly ragged, wounded, looking to clinch - Rhona wrestling through the limbs, stepping up her attack on the ribcage - she brawls Jen to far ropes, stacks her up and starts LABELLING JEN RIGHT HANDS! Kissing blows short on the chin - Rhona hardhearted as she pounds away and JEN GOES DOWN! Connelly on all fours - crowd roaring to its feet - Mitra trembling with exultation, lifts her hands above her head and brings both fists hammer-style down onto Jen's pale, quivering back. Connelly bleating in protest - ref bodying Mitra back - pandemonium in the first as both girls stagger to corners cringing wrecks.
R2: Rhona shoots a lead right hand over Jen's jab, comes back a biting little hook neat to Jen's solar plexus, doubles it up to clip Jen's chin, then caps Jen a clouting right behind the ear and CONNELLY GOES DOWN! Jen flustered, shaking her head - she's wobbly butt, but coherent at the ropes and ref shouts 8. ON COMES MITRA! Rhona stepping-to, squaring up, proceeds to dish a glorious, rampaging, beatdown - inflicting one of the worst rounds of Jennifer's storied career upon her. Starts in Connelly's body - Rhona leaning forward, swinging away fat with rights and lefts, hoisting them heavily into ribs and tummy. Connelly gurgling, slides to her right at the apron, trying to keep her guard together. Rhona steps-with, shadowing Connelly, touching her jabs to keep her lined up, then pouring in with waves of vigorous slugging. Sheets of punches, sustained volleys shake and shake Connelly, small gloves splattering taut off tight American ribs, tummy, jugs, shoulders. Mitra's eyes absolutely pitiless, lips curled back as she swings, coaxing leverage from her hips, shifting weight from one foot to the other. After the half way point, poor Jennifer's out on her feet, bending forward to give up her back: Mitra reaps a brutal harvest of kidney, both dukes swabbing, connecting with the sides of the hands. Jen leans back, eyelashes fluttering, right hand under her chin: Mitra pounds criss cross to face, beating Jen unrecognizable. Jug? Rhona takes all she could ever want from Jen, pounding and pounding away as Connelly slumps ragged in the ropes. Ringsiders shrieking for fight to be stopped - ref just taking a close look, deeming Jen to be a threat despite all evidence to the contrary. Bell: Mitra's chest heaving with effort - she stands, looks Jen over with merciless, greedy eyes. Connelly sagging in ropes, busted up, right arm looped over the top rope to prevent her from collapsing.
R3: Connelly ramshackle, puffing up, mouthbreathing - she shuffles to midring, dukes up, eyes half closed. Mitra also mouthbreathing, clearly punching herself out last round - Rhona steps to her left, slapping her open-palm left against Jen's right hand, rotating midring - Mitra takes the round off. Connelly stubbornly regrouping - legs're shabby, but serviceable - she starts to cut off the ring, jabbing to Rhona's chest, hooking off the stick to send Mitra skittering away. Rhona not punching back, just circling and circling, keeping her distance, forfeits points to restock her reserves in a sleepy third.
R4: Murderous punching resumes - Rhona coming for Jen with overhand rights: Connelly dukes high, ducks under them, comes up hooking and midway through - MITRA'S HURT! Jen's biting hook finding chin, unhinging British knees - queasy look of hurt from Mitra as she retreats to ropes, covers up mitts-on-temples. Jen issuing bitter payback, stepping to Rhona and pumping three muscular right hands up into breadbasket: Mitra crumples forward with a sob, giving up her back for tribute. Swabbing hammer-fist kidney blows from Jen brings the ref in - he wags a finger in Jen's face, backs her off: Connelly screeching at him to tell Rhona the same thing! Mitra gasping, eyes pleading, she digs in at the ropes, covering up as Jen wades back in - Connelly simply squaring away and feasting on tanned flanks, back, looking to jerk uppercuts underneath to split the mitts for chin-checks. Bell: Connelly looks Mitra over cold-hearted: Rhona lumping up, tremble-bodied back to her stool.
R5: Both girls in tatters, mustering inner reserves, digging deep for extra will. Fairly conventional looking round - girls rotating clockwise behind intermittent stiff jabs - neither gambling on the reckless all out assaults of the earlier frames. Connelly outboxing Mitra for the most part - Jen's jab suppressing Rhona's - Jen's feet outmaneuvering Rhona's. American commands midring, dictates terms as Mitra's reduced to parrying and hoping for counters outside
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R6: Mitra timing Jen's jab, drops a scorching pull-counter right hand over top, denting Connelly's chin - Mitra easing weight to right foot, torques the hook to chops, gets it again and SPILLS JENNIFER TO ALL FOURS! Connelly in ruins again, trembling on hands and knees: Mitra lifts her hands and SMASHES down both fists against Jen's back as ref moves in late once again. Jen sobbing in outrage, creaking to her feet - she takes a swaying 8 and ON COMES MITRA! Oh the humanity - Mitra POURING the leather to Jen with the same merciless fervor of the second round - sheets of lefts and rights cascading against Jen, pelting off her head and shoulders, sticking into her ribs and tummy. RIGHT UPPERCUTS! Mitra jerking right uppies off her right foot as Jen droops forward and CONNELLY GOES DOWN! Jennifer blubbering on all fours, watching as points slip away from her - this time ref gathers Mitra up, bundles her off before she can clap Jen's back two handed again. Connelly bravely up, shuddering: she's a tragic mess, but grimly nods "yes" to ref's petition. Rhona sashaying in like she owns Jen, finishes up the round thick on Connelly, punishing the cramped up American two-fisted to the bell.
R7: Once again, Jen able to rally from disaster, taking advantage as Rhona's temporarily punched out. Mitra mouthbreathing, shying away from Jen, batting down open-handed on Connelly while sidestepping. Jen grimly stepping in her jabs, locating Rhona, driving her to ropes - Connelly able to lean in and thump amidships with a few swinging rights and lefts before Mitra can clinch for the break. Stoic, stubborn Connelly 7th - she claws her way back from the brink, still intent on winning.
R8: Connelly clawing back on the cards - jabbing Rhona's left eye closed this round and ringing her up some fine, clouting right hands on the chin. Rhona mouthbreathing, doing more clinching - she's accepting Connelly onto her chest, allowing Jen to walk her into the ropes for sweaty breaks. Jen outworking Rhona when they lean in - Connelly helping herself to British breadbasket and jug underneath with thumping combinations. Mitra sullen, retreating, grabbing on - she rides out the 8th, clearly banking on all the knockdowns at this point.
R9: Rhona counterpunching exquisitely, showing deft variety in her game to keep Connelly off balance. Mitra's jab busting Jen in the mouth, pre-empting her - Rhona able to slide back, walk Jen into check-hooks on the chin, then clinch her up for ref's break. Connelly wary of Rhona's damaging counter-right, but poor Jen's eyes swollen to slits - she's not seeing the punches well. Mitra able to bang away, then disengage, often leaving Connelly staring bleakly in response.
R10: Both girls spent, laying in with each other. Both reaching in to palm the insides of the opponent's elbows, pushing arms out of the way to expose tender ribs, quivering abs, jumping jugs. Hard-scrabble fighting sees Connelly slowly impose her will - she's outfighting Rhona, outworking her and backing her up. Down the stretch, Jen leaning in, pushing, punching - nothing fancy as she straps away, grinds, bumps and bullies her foe. RIGHT UPPERCUT, JEN CONNELLY! Suddenly off the body, Jen stuns Rhona, slumping her in swoon at the ropes and CONNELLY ERUPTS! Jennifer seeking knockout, pounding away with vicious straight criss cross left/rights off her shoulders - smashing at Rhona's drowsy face as Mitra stares into the blows. BELL! Ref tackles Jennifer off - Rhona out of it, weepy. Comes back UD10 Rhona Mitra!
After: Savage war of attrition leaves both girls in tatters - Rhona receiving the home-town decision as she drops the favoured American 4 times en route to the duke. Connelly simply beaten to a pulp tonight and gamely trudging through it - you need to go back to Eliza's legendary pummellings of Connelly to find comparable punishment inflicted on Jen. Stunning upset across the Atlantic - virtual unknown Mitra standing up to the best in the business and turning Connelly back in brutal fashion. First Beckinsale, now Mitra: British rebels refusing to acknowledge Connelly's superiority - Jen's got her work cut out to bring these willful beauties to heel.
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