Posted by simguy on 10/31/2008

Before: "I've heard it all before," Beckinsale says of her advisor's stern objections to a second DeCesare fight. "Her style is poison for me. I'm too big a name to acknowledge her. There's too little juice for me. She's a distraction and a dangerous obsession. But what my people don't understand - because they are not fighters, nor are they beautiful women - is that this appalling little tramp defied my will once, and that must be answered. I need her name for my wrist (holds up said wrist, jangling the Bunny Bracelet). And I need the activity: I should be ranked in the top 3 at bantam after annihilating Jenny McCarthy - instead, the achievement went largely ignored. Reducing Carmella to rubble should remind one and all that I am the most credible threat to Missy Peregrym in the division." Decesare grinning all the way to the bank: being a thorn in Beckinsale's side exceedingly profitable for the young Playmate. "I always knew she'd come crawling back to me," Carmella breezes at the podium, twisting the knife. "H doesn't want me bad mouthing Kate, so I won't - but it's a fact that correcting her bad attitude is one of the great pleasures of my fighting career. I'm sorry, but it's a fact that some girls you just want to slap their faces as soon as you see them: Kate's one of those." Carmella in bright yellow bikini with ring connection; small white workout gloves. Kate in black diet pepsi ad bikini (or diet coke - whatever it is); small black work out mitts with white knuckle-area (Cat Paw brand puncher's gloves).

During R1: Kate roams right, then circles left while spitting a brace of rapid jabs off her planted left (front) foot: Carmella slipping 'em, batting 'em away from her face with raised right hand. DeCesare loping in pursuit - left hand dangling, right under her chin, torso lolling seductively as she cuts off the ring. Becks showing dukes up, palms out - looking to chop straight, palm-down punches at Carmella's face early. All Kate till late: Carmella weaving back from a brisk one-two, then bending forward - slicing her right hand 3/4 sidearm to take Beckinsale hard to jaw. Palm-down, looping strike beautifully extended - Kate's head swivels, right foot scoots forward into the air, nearly dropping her on her butt. Becks able to stagger out of it, blinking in astonishment as Carmella steals the round with one clean haymaker. Heartbreakingly beautiful smile from Carmella as she turns away with a flourish at the bell, dancing eyes taunting stunned Briton.

R2: DeCesare grinning, hopping forward, still dangling that left hand at her thigh with the right hand cocked. Beckinsale wary, but well-recovered: she sidesteps to her right, moving away from Carmella's slinging power-right. Becks using a crisp jab, little dart-in moves to clip away short combinations. She's stepping close, just leaning in with a very short right hand - no backswing on that compact chop, then cleaning up hooks. Carmella leaning onto right (back) foot, looking to roll the work, then come back the supple right. Half way mark - Kate feints to tummy, comes up hooking chin instead: DeCesare ROCKED, stumbling back on her heels, regrouping behind a shaky earmuff guard. Becks quickly in: brace of batting rights and lefts lick at flanks - British beauty lathering her foe's lithe torso, thumping the breath from Carmella. Grimacing, Carmella looks to answer, dropping her hands to hook: EATS A HOOK INSTEAD! Beckinsale in perfect position, punching compact - she beats Carm to hooks, drives DeCesare to ropes. Becks hops in, dukes at her temples: she crouches, blisters Playmate ribcage again with a vicious tattooing of rights and lefts. Carmella groaning, stiffening - she tilts forward, hands at temples: EATS THE LEFT UPPERCUT! Short, crunching punch - Kate arching her back, weight on front (left) foot, putting the blow into the hollow of Carmella's right cheek. Playmate slumps limp against ropes, hands drooping: KATE PASTES AWAY! Savage flurry insurance only - Carmella's out on her feet, simply absorbing punches as her willowy body eventually slides to canvas. KO2 in TORRID fashion - Kate Beckinsale!

AFTER; Huge win for the ego and psyche of Kate Beckinsale - those who know her, know how vexed she was when Carmella denied her in the first fight. Charm ceremony a lengthy affair as a golden bunny (signifying a beaten Playmate of the Year) is affixed: Beckinsale beaming throughout, being pretty, waving and air-kissing at a seething Jenny McCarthy (held well out of range by Kate's security). DeCesare blinking back tears as she watches from her corner, hugging throbbing ribs, unable to leave or turn away: Kate's short, crisp punching obviously much improved since the last time these two met. Brittany Daniel finally able to coax DeCesare away from the scene as Beckinsale's giving interviews in an overly loud, excessively chipper voice.