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17 Nov 2008 Famke Janssen vs Olga Kurylenko

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Special Bond Movie Promotional Event: Famke Janssen vs Olga Kurylenko

Posted by simguy on 11/17/2008, 6:27 pm

Before: "I had to do it," Famke says of her decision to come out of retirement to face down highly-touted Olga Kurylenko. "Bond-girl confrontations are the stuff of legend. Olga and I have the chance to take our places amongst Ekland/Bach, Paluzzii/Beswick, Andress/Auger - it's a tremendous opportunity for both of us." Kurylenko in her FCBA debut, but she's no novice: much has been made of her emergence from a 1000-girl field to obtain the lucrative Bond Girl role. "It was one of the largest fighting-auditions ever held for a film," gushes a Krusher spokesperson over Olga's pedigree. "Like a shark or a hawk - Darwinian forces have shaped Olga into a lean, spirited fighting machine that quite frankly, we haven't seen since Charlize first strutted her way into a ring. It's true most of the Bond fighting wasn't boxing per-se - but we feel Olga's spirit and natural fighting tendencies will translate nicely to the FCBA environment. She's sleek and vicious - just the way we like 'em!" Olga in tan western motif bikini against dark skin - tangled shoulder length hair; white gloves. Famke in white bra and panties; white gloves.

During R1: Olga lithe, springy on her toes; right hand up by her cheek; left hand extended, tracing little ovals in the air, or moving up and down...then striking out sudden jabs at Famke's face. Jannssen dukes up, eyes narrowed in concentration - she's blocking poke on her guard, stepping in hard receipt jabs to Olga's slender chest - looking to follow-on with roaring right crosses. Jannssen getting it done - driving in on Olga, scoring to chin, backing Kurylenko off. Olga firmly clipped on occasion, but taking it well - she hops away, circles to regroup. Flashing eyes and picturesque snarls from Olga when she's walking around Famke - Kurylenko showing undeniable ring presence even when she's losing a round.

R2: Olga streaming in a fluid, rapid one-two - smiting Famke to face, setting Jannssen blinking on her heels. Kurylenko sliding to the right - then jabbing as she moves left - lips curled pretty off her teeth as she works. Olga menacing Famke with feints, then bringing hesitation jabs or right hands - cute stuff, quick, stitching. Olga reaching out with her long left, cuffing Famke's cheek here-I-am hooks: Jannssen grimacing, crouching down, trying to step-to and engage her lithe tormentress. Kurylenko lopes the ring, keeps her distance, touches Famke for points.

R3: Jannssen clearly slower, but showing good veteran sensibility - using her jab to channel Olga and dictate points. Jannssen not throwing many right hands, but landing a high percentage when she does: Kurylenko well-smote upon her cheek and chin, driven off when Jannssen leans into clout. Olga using the ring well - she's eating jabs and the odd right hand, but never standing around to let Famke really dial in. Jannssen takes the round, but Kurylenko's still springy-legged and anxious to engage.

R4: Jannssen out-jabbed midring, falling prey to whistling right hands on mouth or chin. Full, glorious committment on right crosses from Olga - she's leaning in, turning her torso and right shoulder through the motion, slinging the clout home - eyes blazing whenever fist meets with Famke's face. Olga lands her first telling body shots this round - bouncing rangy, rising left hooks off Jannssen's tight sternum, buckling those 40 something legs. Down the stretch, Kurylenko able to cluster 3 punch combos together - punching wiry off her front (left) foot. Famke grimacing, covering up as she's strafed head and body. Bell: Famke blinking from a cut just to the side of her left eye; Olga working the crows-feet like a heartless ingenue should.

R5: Olga in a groove - oily-smooth combinations flowing smoothly as she plants on front (left) foot, leaning forward into the work. 5, 6 punch patterns bounce off Famke as she's covering up tight: Jannssen gritting her teeth, hunkering down as Olga's lashing blows rain down. Nice relaxed arms from Olga - elbows in - jabs pounding away at prepared defences, setting up crosses up top/ripping hooks underneath. Olga extending on her shots - very pretty the way her long lines translate into crisp, popping shots at range - and she's really cranking that left to the body now, snatching it off Famke's aching ribs. Cruel smile from Olga late as Jannssen's legs give way: Famke crippled, unable to punch back - she's just turning, staying covered up, trying to weather the round. Dying moments, a series of whippy hooks bounces off Famke's midsection as she's stooped forward behind her mitts: Olga popping hips-right, arching her back, baring teeth as she lifts wiry blows home. Janssen visibly hurt, immobilized: Olga bats tic-toc straight arm lefts and rights off Famke's flanks - slender limbs shivering upon spanking contact FAMKE TAKES A KNEE! Jannssen groaning, slowly lowers herself down, suddenly tender-bodied. Olga struts past like a gyspy dancer swishing her skirts - SO proud of the accomplishment.

R6: Olga goes to work on Famke's cut - jabbing it carefree while wheeling left. Right hands start flowing off the jab at minute mark; left hooks soon join in, ripping at Famke's pale middle/throbbing ribs. Jannssen's output a mere trickle of leather now: she's hurt - baffled - pawing her own jab and trying for Olga's chin with telegraphed right hands. Kurylenko's trim legs propelling her sporty chassis briskly around the ring - she moves in and out as she pleases, dictating geometry to Famke. Hard, drilling one-twos spank off Famke's face late, stunning her, driving her into ropes: Olga feasts on helpless opposition as Jannssen covers up face-in-gloves, sitting in strands and suffering as withering lather beats her flanks tic-toc.

R7: Olga unleashing. No pity, no respect: she's all blazing eyes and pretty snarls, baring her teeth and tearing at Famke full speed. Jannssen in tatters - she's keeping her guard high, defending her cut - but giving away her body to Olga's gouging hooks. Kurylenko leaning out over front (left) foot - cuffing Famke's cheek hooks - dipping and ripping at her body - then swivel-pivoting left as Famke's cringing forward. Right hands spring off Olga's shoulder - twisting on delivery to refresh Famke's cut and work her left cheek. Olga displays a left uppercut to chin - a rangy, jerking blast off the front foot: Jannssen's guard splits as Kurylenko finds chin from the fresh angle. Famke's long, proud legs trembling, holding her up: she's following Olga around in stupor, accepting a strapping like a truant schoolgirl. Bell: Olga shouting into Famke's battered face in Russian, then sashaying away from her: Kurylenko clearly revelling in dominance without the slightest trace of self-consciousness or mercy. Famke bleak to her corner, sitting down heavily, grimacing as enswell is applied to her left eye. "No more..." she mumbles, words breaking her heart even as her legs quit for good. KO7 due to submission, Olga Kurylenko.

After: Torrid win for Olga K gets her off to a great start. Rival Bond girl Jannssen torn to shreds by the angular stylings and relentless aggression of Olga. Kurylenko showing a stubborn chin as well, absorbing some good right hands from the fresh Famke early on. "I knew I would beat her," Olga shrugs in postfight, oozing Russian confidence. "Famke is old - in Moscow, such women are swept aside. Our apartments are crueler places than yours, I think. I think I will like this FCBA, with it's old women and pampered starlets. They would not survive where I come from."