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15 Nov 2008 Kate Beckinsale vs Sophia Bush

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Posted by simguy on 11/15/2008

 

Before: "I had assumed it would be Claire getting the call from HISC to deal with me," Kate says in prefight. "A pity - she's always been a trinket worth possessing. Nevertheless - the cannon fodder they've chosen to throw at me shall do nicely. I'll batter the wench, send her skulking back to her masters, and await my call to the championship. A word of warning to the ratings agencies: once Ms. Bush lies beaten at my feet, I expect - nay, DEMAND - to be ranked in the top 5 of women competing at 120 pounds. I won't continue to be ignored by the media in this country, and you mustn't let your predilection for mongrels colour your judgment." Bush rolling her eyes throughout Kate's high-handed diatribe. "Just when you think you know where the top is," Sophia quips, "Kate goes ahead and jumps way over it. Snooty much? Listen - there's a ton of pressure on me to mess this chick up - no way I'm letting her prance around the ring and box an exhibition on me. If I have to tackle Kate Beckinsale into the third row and hit her with an usher, I'll do it!" Kate in black bra-style bikini top, white bottoms with black waist-trim; small black workout mitts; messy beach ponytail with bangs framing face. Sophia in bright teal bra; brown bikini bottoms with teal trim; small white work out gloves.

 

During Midring. Kate weight on front (left) foot, right foot up on the toe - she's very springy, light in her stance. Abrupt jab from Beckinsale - frequent doubles - pops and chips at Sophia's head, forcing defensive bobbing. Slapping hook from Kate - pivot-left around it; short right hand up the middle penetrating, tapping Sophia between the eyes. Bush turning, left across her gut, right at left cheek - she's bobbing, crouching, trying to encroach with no success. Kate managing distance beautifully - marking Sophia via the jab, stepping around her, dragging the front foot when sliding back - always in position to punch. Bush rarely getting off - rarely in position - cleanly and effortlessly outboxed by Kate Beckinsale in the first.

 

R2: Bush undaunted - continues to bob forward, looking to swing away when in range. Kate obliging - edging in off her jab to hook at the Bush breadbasket: Sophia eagerly accepting such to swing wide at Kate's head and shoulders. Beckinsale clouted, but in control - still dictating terms with her footwork as she rotates clockwise. Everything short, sharp, precise from Kate: darting little straight rights; frisky jabs; palm-down hooks facilitating pretty pivot-lefts. Sophia's pressure more effective, but more expensive as well: Bush paying the price with her face to get at Kate's ribcage late.

 

R3: Kate's seen Sophia, weighed her, measured her. Beckinsale's look and approach is the same, but she's setting down more, looking to hurt her girl. Straight right no longer tapping: it's a drilling, stamping blast - pounding back Sophia's head and stunning her. Hooks no longer just serving to maneuver Sophia: Kate turning the punch over, toggling Bush's chin, buckling Sophia's knees. Crisp combinations flowing from the Briton - abrupt clouts, cuffs, chops: Bush getting startled, spooked, rung up as she presses forward into punishment. Minute mark - Sophia's visibly wobbly butt - starting to snivel as she tries to work her way in, only to be picked apart. Kate's executing unwavering - she's piling up the touches on Sophia's face and head - occasionally dipping left shoulder to really reef a hook to jug, bouncing that teal bra to throaty cheers. Midway through - Kate leans in off a right hand, jerks a nasty left uppercut to sternum off her front foot. Snug little punch fits in deep: Sophia's mouthpiece shoots "POOH!" off her teeth, slapping into Kate's chest as Bush doubles forward. Kate's weight still on front (left) foot - she calmly paws her left hand against Sophia's right ear, moving her head aside, then DIGS that hook in behind elbow. Sophia groans, wilts to her knees, then rolls to her back, holding a throbbing ribcage. Poor Sophia with knees up almost to her chest, painwracked sobbing filling the ring as Kate coolly strides past, surveying the wreckage. KO3 as Sophia can't get off her back - Kate Beckinsale.

 

After: Bush sobbing, staying down: she can't face Eliza and the others - hates being on her back - she just wishes the canvas would open up and swallow her. Beckinsale breezing to her corner - light sheen of dewy perspiration on her brow and shoulders evidence of a workout: Kate emerges from the fight as she would from a quick aerobics class. Since stumbling against Kate Hudson, Ms. Beckinsale has looked razor sharp in stringing together wins against fair to very good competition. "I await the winner of Missy's title defence," Beckinsale says simply in postfight. "I will not be denied any longer."

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