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30 May 2010 Gemma Arterton vs Catherine Zeta Jones

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Posted by simguy on 5/30/2010, 9:59 am

BEFORE: Gemma making her move - looking to topple UK fighting aristocracy at the very top. "It's time for Catherine to step down," Arterton announces in prefight. "Frankly, I've been appalled by the performance of our 'elite' women - Beckinsale and Zeta Jones - in America. Only Knightley has ever been useful in terms of championships, and she's already showing signs of rust. I move against Catherine now to establish a true fighting presence in Hollywood - one designed to OBTAIN titles, not just compete for them. It will be a time of..." on and on: Gemma waxing Shakespearian on the coming new age of Britannic dominance in Hollywood rings. Zeta Jones unavailable for comment - playing the Uber-Diva card at most prefight conferences - refusing to acknowledge Arterton in any way. CZJ in yellow bikini with purple crop-top over top, with baby-doll short sleeves & twist-tied at jugs for extra support; long unruly black curls; small black gloves. Arterton in black bikini; long ponytail with bangs; small black gloves.

During R1: Cathy crouching - left hand up to swat away incoming poke; right hand at cheek; elbows in. Arterton nifty to her left: well-schooled Brit turning Jones early, sticking out stiff left jabs to test prepared defences. It's Arterton's show - her legs command midring: she peppers the jab up top, planting on lead (left) leg to dig firm left hooks PAK! to the Jones waistline. Answer-hooks from Jones swing short: Gemma lithe - leaning back supple on her hips, pivoting-left out of harm's way. Gemma deploying left jabs into Jones' paunch; twisting jabs into Jones' rack: Arterton showing class, educated left hand in keeping Jones outside. Down the stretch, Gemma closes strong - sliding in smooth right crosses to check Jones' chin; curling willowy hooks against heaving breasts to part Zeta-J's lips in outrage at bell. Shutout Arterton: she makes dancing eye contact - hint of a smug little smile on her lips: Jones glaring, sullen in response.

R2: Jones jabbing-with - finding Gemma's breasts. Catherine sliding inside Gemma's long jab, issuing immediately counter hooks short to chin: Gemma thrown back on her heels as Jones puts her body and buns behind clouting shots. Arterton spooked - circling to her right along perimeter: Jones stalking - big jugs a-jumpin' as she walks her young foe down. Half way point - gambling right hand chops Arterton to chin, startling her into ropes: Jones hopping into the breach, fitting the tidiest of short left hooks onto Gemma's jaw, slumping her in ropes woozy. Tasty right hand swats Gemma's trunks; digging left visits the same spot...Arterton gurgling, pitching forward into Cathy's brawny arms as Zeta Jones stacks up her gasping foe. CZJ with left hand holding Gemma's right bicep...right fist tucks into Gemma's firm paunch, winning a gusty "GUH-H!" from trembling lips. Right hand swipes tight across lips - flip-flopping Gemma's head side to side; stuffing right hand revisits trunks. Poor Gemma: she's whining and whimpering prettily - Jones just on her, roughly stacking and packing in punches. Coming off the crotch, Jones drifts her ingenue another short right hand: Gemma twists limply to her right, eyelashes fluttering; mean jerking of Gemma's right arm flops her back into place - Catherine's eyes hard with cruelty. It's just one girl holding-and-hitting another...lights in Gemma's beautiful eyes dim, her lips part, eyelashes fluttering: she's just making sad little "guh...guh..." sobbing noises as Catherine has her hardhearted way. Another right to chin spins Gemma all loose into the ropes, head lolling as Zeta Jones shakes the girl back into position...shabbiness of Arterton's form enough to bring the ref in quick. TKO2 in brutal cougar form, CZJ.

After: Arterton astonished: worked to her drawers, smote to the body and chin...she goes out at the ropes, is helped to her stool after a classic Zeta Jones paste-out. AND CATHERINE WANTS MORE! Jones storming the Arterton corner, pulling up off stool by both biceps: left hand stays gripped around Gemma's right arm as right hand slaps Arterton's face aside. Gemma loose, knees bending as she catches fresh face-clout: Catherine glaring, slapping Gemma into stupor, then pulling her forward onto heaving Zeta-Jones jugs. Catherine licking her lips as full left arm winds 'round back of Arterton's head...but Cathy's reaching up underneath with her right hand...tugging at her own top knot? Briskly now, Cathy undoes her own purple twist-tie top and RE-TIES it around Arterton's head! Bow cinched snug - Cathy beams and throws her arms out to either side, grinning wide as if to say: "Look! No hands!" Arterton's hands palming weak at dominant Jones hips: Cathy free to reach down and take the girl by her wrists, holding her arms out to either side while jugs continue to do their work on Gemma's face. Cathy eventually releases, cupping her hands against Gemma's gulping ribcage as Arterton's arms dangle down; Cathy delivering the odd forearm smash across Gemma's golden-brown back, just to buckle the girl's knees. Eventually, poor Gemma gives way, undoing the purple twist-knot as she slides down Jones' pale body. Catherine standing smug in yellow bikini, the purple top hanging like rags off her neck and shoulders...gonna be a while yet before Jones is ready to step aside for UK youth.