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Before: "You're probably asking yourself - 'why is Jen Connelly getting mixed up in this...circus'," Connelly gestures to the Theron side of the dais: CT backed by Veronica's Secret models standing in brightly coloured silk bodices and panties, looking like something out of a Hollywood western. "One reason really: I want to inflict a serious defeat on Charlize Theron before I retire. This tournament was open to any weight class, so I leapt at the opportunity. My presence here should in no way condone this event - should I win the tournament, I will not be fulfilling my duties as Veronica's Secret spokeswhore. Handing Charlize a setback is my only goal here. To prove to her that she can't have her way, always and everywhere - that sometimes, women will stand up to her and tell her 'no'." Thin smile Theron - she's all class, backed up by trash, as she takes the podium. "The only reason I ALLOWED Jennifer to enter this tournament," Charlize begins, "is because she is truly one of this era's great fighters. You know - had she been able to carry 130, we might never have heard of Cat Bell. It's true: if Jennifer had been strong at the weight, it probably would have been she and I - not Cat and I - who forged the greatest rivalry in sports entertainment and helped to build the FCBA into the juggernaut it is today. When I won the Oscar - that was me strutting onto Jennifer's turf and pushing her aside - I know that's always bothered her. Well, now's her chance to answer. She's on my turf now - with her delicate bone structure and elegant little hands - now's her opportunity to push back at me, and we'll see what happens. I'm looking forward to it." Theron sporting baby blue lace bra and panties - small rabbit-fur boxing mittens - hair in soft golden curls. Jennifer doffing her robe to reveal Raquel Welch's legendary hot pink push up and panties from 1967's "Bedazzled" - small white rabbit-fur boxing mittens. VS models visibly shaken by the sight of Raquel's 'pinks' - Theron pursing her lips at the superstitious hens around her.
During R1: Theron limber - right hand up - left hand low and loose, tracing little ovals in the air, then stabbing hard jabs as she steps in, slides back lithe. Jen parrying, spitting back rapid poke of her own to CT's chest: shorter women trying to jab-with, not wanting to forfeit the punch to Charlize. Theron leggy - circling to her left - darting jabs to head and body, then leaning in with murderous right hands: Theron looking to end this thing to Jennifer's chin early. Connelly keeping dukes up, moving her head well - she's having trouble answering back consistently, but doing a good job avoiding the bigger girl's power.
R2: Same classy action - leggy, wide ranging. Connelly circling to either side, changing directions on CT - smaller girl trying to be nimbler as well. Spitting jab issued to Charlize' glorious torso - Connelly sprucing up the Theron rack and tummy with brisk tap-tap poke. Charlize loping - left hand still low, but her jab a nasty, snapping terror to Connelly's face - frequently chasing Jennifer back. Difference in a close round probably a hard right counter punch from Jen, catching Charlize very clean to Jaw as Theron's recovering from her own missed right. Theron gobbling the punch without complaint - winking and nodding in acknowledgment of a good shot well struck.
R3: At corner's urging - CT starts in on Jen's slender ribcage. Theron jabbing face, then head - then swinging in the sidearm right heavily to ribcage - then popping hips-right and stroking the hook to waist. Connelly blanching at the heft of this body wallop - brunette disengaging, regrouping rather than allow CT a third or fourth strike. Charlize walking Jen down this round; Connelly staying on her toes - trying to deny CT body without blatant running: tough to accomplish.
R4: Charlize closing behind her jab, then lavishing big, strapping hurt to bantamweight torso: Jennifer gurgling in pain, crossing arms against her body - backing up/cringing under torrid licks amidships. CT loping in - wide stance: she's extending on the odd right hand upstairs as Jennifer's pinned against ropes - then getting back lanky on the Connelly torso. Jennifer grimacing - right at her left cheek, left across her body - absorbing a fearful beating. Charlize jabs Jen's breasts a light, reaching left - jabs 'em again and LEANS IN THE RIGHT HAND! OH what a blast - Jen's head snaps right - body instantly limp - she droops forward as CT's hopping backward: CONNELLY SPRAWLS AT THERON'S FEET! Charlize hands high, strutting, beaming bright - buttocks muscling into relief as she steps around: Jennifer stretched out - propped on her forearms and hands, staring at canvas in shock. Jen disastrously hurt, but she BEATS THE COUNT! Theron shaking her head in smiling disbelief as Connelly reels into ropes for swaying 8. Jen digs in, stoops forward behind her mitts: Charlize wades in, leaning her chin over Jen's bowed head. THRASHING body work - CT to Connelly: Charlize' long limbs lashing back and forth - rabbit-fur mittens sounding out FUMP! FUMP! FUMP! on tortured brunette torso. CT grinning as she straightens to admire her handiwork and JEN HOOKS THE TASTE OUT OF THERON'S MOUTH! CT's head given a violent toggle - legs go rubbery - she's staggering around open-mouthed as Jennifer erupts off the ropes. Connelly wounded, but alert: she steps in a short right hand to chin - steps-with and nails hook-to-chin as CT's reeling backward. Theron staring into punches, hands down - she hits far ropes as Connelly bulls in, lowers her head and DIGS TO BREADBASKET! Charlize moaning as her tummy's all dug up: blonde pulls brunette behind the arms to issue fight's first clinch. Ref's break pushes Jennifer back - but she saw the Lilly/Theron fight - she pushes right back in to bang away. Theron up against ropes, blinking - right hand at chin, left across her body: Connelly pelting her, crowding - beating the back and body - occasionally hacking short right hands vicious to chin. Theron sponging - reaching to tie up: big blonde out of the round on her feet, but gutsy Connelly rally sees her convert 10-8 into a regular 10-9.
Connelly/Theron conc.
Posted by simguy on 9/18/2007, 8:27 pm
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R5,6,7: Grim stalking of Connelly - Charlize cautiously stepping off the canvas, working behind her jab, committing on withering right hands up top/left hooks downstairs. Big, lanky shots, shaking Connelly on contact - blonde taking no chances, not rushing, showing respect for Jennifer's wiry pop. Connelly using the ring - retreating perhaps, but choosing spots to stand her ground and engage with spirited exchanges. Jennifer lumping up from Charlize' punishing jab beneath the eyes - blonde reach a real factor in these middle rounds. Theron also scoring mercilessly to body - leaning her chin out over either Connelly shoulder to lap lanky at her tummy with two-fisted churning: Connelly crumping up, doing her best to take these shots on crossed arms. Jennifer surviving, clawing out the odd moment, but it's tough not to give all three rounds to Charlize.
R8: Heroic effort, Jennifer Connelly. Spitting double jab sees Jennifer take the fight to Charlize - brunette closing in good order, placing withering right hands repeatedly to blonde jaw. Charlize getting her pretty head toggled - curls tossing - she's staring a little, frowning - but taking everything Jennifer's got to offer. Theron accuracy off a little - missing as Connelly bounces it back outside and circles away: Charlize misjudging her foe's gas tank late in the fight.
R9: Charlize loping, pumping that lanky stick head and body, then bounding in to thrash at Connelly's midsection. Jennifer grunting in pain, crossing arms, buckling forward as she's backing away: this is terrible punishment downstairs. Jen walking flat footed now, lips parted: round after round of Theron's body-shellack starting to cripple brave brunette through 9.
R10: Big breath Charlize as she stands off her stool: she strides out to finish Jennifer this round. Connelly ragged from absorbing big-girl shellack all night - brunette bobbing at the waist, jabbing or poking out lead rights, then looking to clinch. CT won't have it - she's too big and strong to be tied up: wince-making to see her shed Jen's grapple, then lash lanky to her ribs and tummy. Thudding beatdown shakes Jen, drives her to ropes - but Connelly stubborn, accepting withering punishment and answering back odd right hand or hook to back the ref off. Bell to bell - Charlize stalking, pressing, but she can't get Jennifer out of there. Comes back UD10 - Charlize Theron.
After: Theron panting, smiling - nice little mouse under her right eye proves she was in a fight tonight. Adriana Lima presents CT with a long white feather from a black-velvet lined mahogany carrying case: Theron takes the feather, strides to a tight-lipped Jen Connelly rigidly standing just outside her corner. Theron smiling - draws the feather across the war-torn ribcage of her foe - gently brushing the worst-touched areas. Feather dusts the jaw - brushes across Jennifer's plum-coloured and rapidly closing left eye. "Enough," Jennifer finally snarls. "Mount me. Finish this."
"Fine," Charlize purrs, withdrawing the feather - giving Jennifer a frank look of appraisal before turning away. Theron goes to Giselle - Charlize' left hand securing the model's left bicep: "Tightly Giselle," Theron breathes. "But show respect. Never forget that she's your better." Giselle Bundchen absolutely livid - staring straight ahead all nostrils flaring: for half a groat, she'd slap Charlize' face right here and now.
Supermodels descend on Jennifer - fixing the black-and-silver saddle to her back - cinching and buckling her in. When Theron finally mounts - tossing one tanned, lean leg over top Connelly's back - Jen shouts "OH!" from the blonde's weight: strong bantam legs nearly giving way. Charlize gulps her hips, using her knees to coax Jennifer forward: poor Connelly red-faced, leaning into the shoulder straps, breaks into a stomping canter to the delight of the crowd.
As with the rest, Jennifer is ridden to canvas. Exhausted, blubbering - Connelly lies on her left side, face pain-wracked with the effort of drawing breath, hands clutching at the shoulder straps. Charlize looms nearby, staring down, right hand at her throat, left hand at her hip. VS models linger around: waiting for the signal to either remove the saddle, or begin a slender-legged stomping of the stricken Oscar winner.
Charlize squats, leans close. She draws Jennifer's clammy, lank hair away from her eyes, smoothing it almost tenderly behind the right ear. "Beg me, Jen," Charlize says, tone conversational. "Say 'please Charlize - let me go' - say it nice - and I will. Beg so that we both know you're begging, and this is over."
Tears brim in Jennifer's eyes. She doesn't even look at Charlize when she says. "Go to hell," knowing full well the cost.
Charlize stands, smiling. "You heard her girls," Theron says. "Stomp her senseless."
Charlize walks away to the thumping noise of bare feet on toned shoulder, hip, ribs, and never once does she look back.
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