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25 December 2009 Natalie Portman vs Michelle Williams

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Posted by simguy on 12/25/2009, 8:31 am

BEFORE: Prefight marred by several tawdry red-carpet, gown-rending catfights in NY and LA between these two (photo ref provided by Hawkeye), bringing out the morality police in media. Mish poo-poos the criticism. "Look - I hate Nat," Mish says matter-of-fact. "I've got an attack-on-sight policy for her that frightens her, and that EVERYBODY knows about - including the organizers of these high-brow events. It's simple: if you don't want an ugly scene to erupt at your gala - don't invite Natalie. But trust me - a scene is EXACTLY what these guys want, so I don't see what the big deal is. I dominate Nat outside of the ring so that fighting her IN the ring is just a mop-up. This isn't just a hat rack, fellahs (tapping at her tousled head): I know what I'm doing with this girl!" Portman rolling her eyes throughout. "First off - I never start these red-carpet brawls, but I almost always finish them," Nat says, eyes flashing. "It's me being pulled off her - not the other way around - and that's AFTER her cheap Pearl Harbour attempt. But whatever: Mish doesn't pull these stunts because she's an intimidator: she does it because she's scared. She fights out of fear, and that's her biggest weakness. Whenever she encounters stiff resistance, Mish wilts - you'll see it again in this fight. And once it happens, I'm taking what i want from her." Mish in tawdry zebra-print twist-tie top and hipster-fit bottoms; small gloves (left one white; right one black); hair a frothy blonde tousle. Nat in sturdy navy bandeau with hipster-fit bottoms; small powder blue gloves; hair in click braid. Live performance from the Ting Tings plays both fighters to the ring (That's Not My Name; Shut Up and Let Me Go - practically Flyweight anthems).

During R1: Mish crouching in arms crossed: Nat up on her toes, jabbing hairline, brows while circling left. Mishy reaches in small gloved left hand to tug Nat's bandeau top - spinning her round and slugging her righty: Nat reaches in to tug twist-tie as whirlwind tug-and-spin brings in the ref. Second minute sees Nat employ class to quell the riot: stiff, stitching jabs skidding off Mishy's face/scalp; wretched hooks taking Mishy in her right armpit as Nat's pivot-twirling left; tart, tapping one-twos straight up the middle, knock-knocking at Mishy's startled face. Bell: Nat fierce, stands right in front of Mish and lifts both hands high, forcing eye contact as ref moves in.

R2: Mish crouching forward, arms crossed: she steps the left foot forward to swing in the overhand right; steps the right foot forward to lob the overhand left. Nat swept to ropes early: she firms, hunkers down, answers a thumpity-thump brace of hup-hupping lefts and rights to Mishy's quivering gut - backing the bully up. Midring ferocity: Nat and Mish forehead to forehead, teeth bared, little shoulders rotating as each hustles leather into offending tummies/ribs. Down the stretch, MIshy breaks the stalemate thus: left hand tugs Nat's top, pulling her forward, spinning her counterclockwise, backing her into ropes; right hand drifts to Nat's mouth, turning her head aside; Mishy's body compresses Nat's deep to ropes, smothering Portman while a right hand tucks into her gut. Mish squirming atop Natalie, smearing her, mauling her fists, shoulders, elbows, forehead. Brutal scrubbing proves effective: Mishy scrounges out the round as Natalie's ragdoll ropeside.

R3: Nat up high on toes, pretty-pivoting to her left around a pinpoint left jab: Mishy bobbing, but getting tracked early. Nat converts the stiff poke to a flirty, flicking poke at Mishy's breasts - just backhand slapping at 'em, warning 'em off. Nat changing directions briskly - turning Mishy's left flank and nipping her a right cross/left uppercut: biting connects clip cheek, left breast. Mish scowling, getting touched up...she reaches in a grabby left hand as Natalie's backpedalling...Portman expertly chopping a whippy pull-counter right over top, clapping cheek and DROPPING MISH TO HER KNEES! Gorgeous timing, balance: Natalie among a handful of girls who can stroke thus while moving backward. Mishy sputtering on haunches/hands, blinking in confusion: she's up at 8, but still reeling. Nat wades in and NAT WANTS RACK! Tight, taut, fat-free flyweight body tense as Nat revs it up - lips pursed as she hup-hup-HUPS to Mishy's twist-tied jugs, chopping away in a blur of rising lefts and rights. Mishy howling, sagging back into ropes...breasts bunching up under tip-tap-tup impacts...Natalie's little shoulders just a-chugging to undo that knot! Bell: Mishy blurting in pain, hugging herself as she sags butt-in-ropes; ref pulling seething Portman off as Nat romps to a huge 10-8 third!

R4: Nat aggressive behind her jab, now working cruelly and methodically to Mishy's puffy eyes. Williams backed to ropes early...she's sullen, punished - wrists crossed at her chest as she bobs and rolls on the spot. Nat deploying nimble mitts up and down Mishy's pleasingly fleshy torso - slapping the hips; cuffing the paunch; digging in behind elbows. Mishy's forhead and face there for the taking as she commits her defence to rack: Natalie able to scour away - little mitts chipping and skidding off Mishy's cute features. Final minute, Mish times a right hand against a Portman right, landing hard to chin, backing Nat up a step. Jabs from Mish as she rallies off the ropes - pawing at Nat's chin, forcing Portman to backpedal. Mish steps-with, driving in a lunging right hand as Nat's retreating...turning Portman's head hard to starboard and DROPPING HER TO HER BUNS! Natalie sitting up in stupor: Mish struts past mouthbreathing, glaring down in exultation at having stolen a fine Natalie Portman round with late power.

PORTMAN/WILLIAMS conc.

Posted by simguy on 12/25/2009, 8:32 am, in reply to "Michelle Williams vs Natalie Portman pt1"

R5: Curious strategy from MIsh: she retreats to ropes, protecting her breasts, bending and twisting at the waist to defend the pocket. Natalie at her girl once again, but much more wary: clever cat and mouse develops as Portman chips away while Mish looks for spots. Nat stooping, jabbing the gut, then hopping out of range, circling back in for the next nibble. Mish glaring at her tormentress, standing firm, crouching, looking to time the brunette. Mostly safety-first single-shot stitches from Nat - though she occasionally darts in and lets her hands go in frothy flyweight lather: Mish trying to end these sequences with a roaring right hand as Nat withdraws. Portman successful: Mish can't land the shot she's looking for, giving away a round to Natalie's predatory nibbling.

R6: Mish advances to meet Nat midring: eats a ripping, rigid little left uppercut, followed by biting left hook as Nat's pivoting prettily left. Mish turns, eats a brace of jabs, bobs to elude them as Natalie steps out, walks to her right. Mish scowling, determined: she bends in an overhand right against Nat's pesky jabbing, catching a bit of Portman's skull, knocking her off-stance. Mish driving in, tackling Nat, wrapping up under her arms...girls hit ropes in a tangle, Mish on top. Crude hold-and-hit from Mish - left arm draped behind Nat's shoulders, securing her for plugging rights to tummy. Portman grimacing, trying to wriggle free...but Mishy's practically in her trunks with her. Fighting stumbles into HISC corner - Pack ringside, screaming encouragement as Mish plows a cheap right forearm across Nat's breasts in tight. Portman groaning, forms earmuff, stoops forward off turnbuckles as Mish widens stance to bat haymakers thick n' loud off Natalie's flanks. Gorgeous, free-swinging strokes these - Natalie pounded numb and NAT TAKES A KNEE! Portman gasping, face anguished as she props on planted right knee...Mishy gleeful, raises hands above her head, issues a saucy hip-check to Nat's face, toppling brunette to rump as ref moves in. Bell sounds to save Nat: she's shaking her head, trying to rally off her hip.

R7: Rolling start for Mish - she's halfway across the ring before the bell; on top of Nat before Portman's stool is fully out of the ring. Pancaking body impact crushes Nat into her corner - head whiplashing on impact...and Mishy's into that tight little gut, head down, fists a-chugging hup-hup-hup. Nat gurgling, eyelashes fluttering - she reaches sleepily for Mishy's elbows, trying to tie up. Nice little inside left elbow to mouth as Mishy twitches torso-right, catching and stunning Natalie while repositioning atop her. Digging brutality to brunette ribs as Natalie's reaching round Mishy's busy shoulders: blonde girl keeping hands free downstairs. Poor Natalie! Portman aghast, sliding to her left along ropes...Mishy in close, riding her left around Nat's lower back to secure her, standing off Nat's right shoulder and punching at her righty! Swinging rights take Nat in her belly, then mouth - Mishy side by side and loving it on Portman. Natalie drowsy, pushed into ropes - she's cramping up from belly punches; looking startled when punched on her mouth and THE REF JUMPS IN! TKO7 Mish Williams!

After: Mishy successfully turns ring into a bar-room: Natalie brawled, battered into stupor tonight. Pack quickly descending to secure bewildered Natalie at ropes - holding her arms and removing her mitts as Mish primps: Portman then dragged to HISC corner where Mishy mounts her, stepping atop the bottom rope and SECURING THE FACE SMOTHER! Pandemonium outside the ring as security focusses on TECH fighters trying to swarm the ring rather than enforcing rules inside it. Meanwhile, grinning Claire and Eliza help Mishy stay balanced atop Portman, pushing on Williams buttocks and thighs in support. Mish grinning, arms looped strong around Natalie's head while jugs compress Portman's punished face. Poor Natalie's little hands push at Mishy's all-conquering hips or belly, but there's just not enough strength left in the bludgeoned little beauty. Mishy has her way - nodding big into the crowd, mugging for the cameras as Natalie's struggles grow fretful, then compliant. Big win for busty Mish and the Pack as a hated and persistent rival is humbled tonight.