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3 Nov 2006 Jessica Alba vs Kate Beckinsale

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Posted by simguy on 11/3/2006, 7:32 am, in reply to "Weekend PPV: partials"

Before: HBO happy with early buy-rate for Alba/Beckinsale - big-name contest a real mega-celeb showdown at bantam. "Do you think she's hot?" Alba queries press in prefight, twirling a finger in her hair; affecting a perplexed frown. "I mean - aren't we BOTH supposed to be smokin'? Here I am - Jessica Alba - KAPOW, you know? And then...there's Kate with this ugly-duckling thing going on. I don't know - it's like - "get better looking before we fight", you know?" Beckinsale blushing at the crude broadsides from her young foe - Kate anxious to humble Jess on American soil. "Jennifer is an appalling little tart," Kate begins, then pauses as an aid whispers a correction in her ear. "Jessica - whatever. A supercilious tramp. Absolutely dreadful. That Ultimate would choose to retain her services while giving me the sack is beyond comprehension. They shall regret the decision: almost as much as Ms. Alba." Jess in lemon-yellow bikini, long blonde beach hair, deep dark latina tan. Kate in white bikini with pink trim, tawny brunette locks. Both vixens sporting small, cruel-looking mitts - black for Jess, pink for Kate.

R1: Jessica's lips curled back off her teeth, brows in an angry frown - she's crouching slightly as she chips her jab against Kate's face. Beckinsale jabbing with a similar pokey, chippy delivery, then quickly stepping into a firm palm-down hook onto Jessica's chin: Alba startled, stamps around with a baffled look of hurt. Becks to the body: right-left-right - pumping blows against brown breadbasket bunching Jess up, driving her buttocks to ropes. Kate icy-eyed, quickly squaring away: straight right hand short, sharp between the eyes; tidy hook onna chin; longer, rangier hook in under Jessi's right elbow; clipping little left uppercut; mop up chop-right hand SENDS ALBA TO THE MAT! Brisk, crisp, pinpoint combos - Kate making the most of her small gloves to tic-tac-toe her way to a knockdown. Alba blubbering - bewildered as she scrambles up the ropes - she's already wobbly butt! After 8, Beckinsale batting mitts together with a hard little smile - she wades into Jessica to finish. CLAMBAKE! Alba showing heart off the canvas, baring her teeth in that bytchy little snarl as she hooks-with Kate, hooks-with Kate - both beauties recoil from the double-licking. Becks chipping her jab into Jessica's face - English vixen with dukes up, palms out as she pokes 'em in straight. Alba pushes out the right hand, leans onto her back (right) foot and torques into a sleek, limber-limbed hook, clouting Kate's mouth: both girls lean into right hands with startling results. Kate goes to the body, hunkering down to rotate her shoulders and dig at offending ribs and tum: Alba lankier, dipping to her left and CRANKING her left up into Beckinsale's pale ribs, winning gusts of breath from her foe. Back and forth - Jessica slugging it out with her back to the ropes, refuses to give Kate satisfaction as girls trade classy to the bell.

R2: Calmer, more tactical round. Jessica's face still very animated - baring her teeth, scowling; Kate impassive, lips in a tight line. Girls will go flat footed and jab at each other - each leaning a little to the right, poking and prodding lefty. Exchanges frequently lead to the girls reaching in and grabbing at each other's arms and shoulders with small mitts - lots of pushing and shoving as girls struggle for position midring. Becks ready position is dukes up, palms out - she's very quick to hook off her jab from this stance, leaning forward to chop very short, abrupt right hands from her shoulder. Jess jabbing from her shoulder for a change (rather than the hip), looking to trim Beckinsale's chin the slinging right cross, coming back with hooks off the right foot. Competitive, classy stuff - Beckinsale busier, quicker-mitted in combination - she's in charge by the narrowest of margins.

R3: Jessica pumping her jab with authority - small mitt cracking against Kate's cheeks - Alba with elastic snap on her shots. Skidding stick atop Kate's head when she ducks down - sets up Jessica's loose-limbed bolo right uppercut nicely as she trims British chin. Alba using a little more leg - punching from the flatfooted stance, then schmoozing to either side, changing up her angles. Beckinsale scowling, feeling the bite of Jessi's fists now and falling off the pace. Alba's round. PAK!

R4: Jessica lashing her hook to taut British breadbasket - Kate cramping up, dukes at temples, teeth bared in grimace as she soaks up the work. Alba's competitive scowl brightens into a smile: first sign of hurt from Beckinsale puts a spring in Jessi's step. Alba stepping right around a prodding jab - quick, batting hook clouts at Beckinsale's mouth, startling her: slinging right hand catches Kate's chin to put her wobbly butt. Thick, lashing strokes to the Beckinsale waistline - American really putting it lanky to Brit at the halfway point, but KATIE WON'T HAVE IT! Beckinsale firming, slugging into Jessica's body with slender-limbed vigour: Alba grimacing, stooping forward to stand mouth-on-shoulder with her foe. Hot swapping toe-to-toe - girls leaning in, nudging and bumping shoulders to set up quick-licking hooks, uppercuts and clubbing rights. Good steady two-way lather to the bell - girls patient, concentrating inside, taking turns lashing offending chassis.

R5: Kate with that chippy jab, scrapes at Jessi's face, gets her covering up. Beckinsale methodical, chopping at the Alba waistline, fitting punches in behind elbows PIK! PAK! then curling hooks into the overhanging ledge of Alba's breasts. Taut right uppercuts clip through the middle, brushing Jessi back: steering, palm-down hooks cash in as blonde straightens up startled. Jessica a confused beauty - just moping around behind her gloves, following Kate around: Beckinsale with a bright, brisk punching rhythm just tap-tap-tapping her way to points. Pair of stout, spanking, small-mitt left uppercuts lift snug into Jessica's sternum at the bell, cramping her up with a stricken expression.

R6: Another close round, but Kate's out-negotiating Jessica midring. Beckinsale's jab a little quicker off the mark - she's really getting into Jessica's mouth and brows with tart little pokes, putting Alba on the defensive. Beckinsale's hooks just a little tighter, and she's stepping into them nicely, clipping 'em palm-down to chin before Jessica can react. Alba's sliding right hand largely negated by Kate's head-movement, and whenever Jessi's a little late bringing it back - Kate's biting hooks to those exposed ribs. Short, sharp delivery getting it done - lanky Alba having trouble getting off as Beckinsale routinely gets there first.

R7: Double-tap straight right hand, Beckinsale to Alba - Jessica's head banging back, banging back, eyes wide and startled, then the HOOK! Beckinsale turning her shoulder through the punch, clouting the mouthpiece off Jessica's teeth - Alba put instantly wobbly butt/staring. Becks hopping close, dips down, digs right/left quick to tummy, comes off the body hook-to-chin: Alba staggers into ropes, limbs loose. Becks hopping close, dips down, digs to body right/left/right, then pushes Jessica, pivots a little to the right to REEF hooks amidships. POOR JESSICA! Alba crumpling forward, butt in ropes, dukes at her temples as her face crimps in gutshot agony. Kate keeping her elbows in as she delivers - everything's so quick n' snappy: hook takes Jess in the mouth; little left uppercut scrapes across her jaw. Chopping Beckinsale right hand punches Jessi's face to the right: Alba sagging, not responding as KATIE LIGHTS IT UP! Right hand PAK! in behind the left elbow; jerking left uppercut takes Alba in her soft, tanned breasts; doubled up left uppercut clips the already woozy chin. Kate leans into Jessica, pushing her upright by her chest, then carves away the right uppercut off the right foot; carves the left uppercut off the left foot and THE REF STEPS IN! Jessica Alba out on her feet, breaking down into groggy tears of protest. Kate Beckinsale lifts her mitts and STRUTS away the TKO7 victrix.

After: Best performance of Beckinsale's career sees her harvest one of the most desirable ingenue names in the game: Kate just outhustling her lanky limbed foe, hammering poor Alba into blubbering defeat. AND BECKINSALE'S NOT DONE! Kate angry, tangled brown locks in her eyes and mouth - she pulls whining Alba up off her stool, turns her face-first into the Ultimate corner and props Jessica's left leg in the middle ropes. Alba bleating in outrage, instinctively hugging up the turnbuckle as she knows what's coming. Kate seething, balling up little white fists - OH, SHE GOES TO TOWN! Jessica's buttocks jumping under the churning assault - her shiny lower back sounding out with moist, cracking spanks as a vengeful Kate pounds into the offending meat. Beckinsale goes from a curling, pumping attack to a wider, roundhouse assault as she tires, beating poor Jessica into groggy stupor. Alba lips parted, eyelashes fluttering when Beckinsale finally jerks Latina head back by damp blonde locks as photogs snap away ringside. Beckinsale earning a spot on BLONDE! mag's Top 10 Brunettes Who Must be Beaten for this outrageous exhibition - her second consecutive massacre of an Ultimate Fighter's exposed and tender back after earning a sensational stoppage.