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5 April 2008 Title CH Natalie Portman vs Kristen Bell

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Unified Bantamweight Title Fight

Posted by simguy on 4/5/2008, 9:30 am"

Before: "I'm fighting with a ton of confidence right now," a breezy Natalie informs the press in prefight. "It's going to take a special fighter to dethrone me, and to be honest - I don't think Kristen's special. She's a good-for-TV blonde, but I don't see championship material in there. I don't rate her even as high as Panettiere, so obviously, I feel really good about my chances against Bell." Kristen responding in kind - no love lost between these two. "Everyone knows Natalie's a one-and-done type champ," Bell smirks. "I'm not buying this dominant-Natalie persona - I'm not convinced. Yes, she's turned back some good fighters, but she hasn't fought anyone of my calibre. For once, I'm getting great cooperation out of Sarah Michelle - I've had the best preparation of my life coming into this fight - and most importantly: I didn't suffer through 2 fights with Sarah Carter to be cut down now!" Kristen in hot pink bikini, small black work out gloves; black aerobics shoes with thick low socks; hair loose. Nat in navy bandeau; small white work out gloves; white boxing boots to mid-calf (with tassles); hair in slick battle braid. Gellar accompanies Bell to midring for instructions with Nat - blondes pouting, glaring at Portman - Krissy refuses to touch gloves.

During R1: Girls trades jabs, pecking at each other's left eyes. Natalie pushes in with rights and lefts to Kristen's ribcage - backing Bell up: Bell responds in kind, ringing Nat up tic-tac-toe to ribs. Nice step outs and walk arounds as girls set a feisty pace - always and everywhere seeking to curl back in and work. Bell with a Gellar-esque tugging of Natalie's bandeau top late spins brunette out of position, lands a cheap right cross to bring the ref in. Flyweights scowling at each other as official drones on about how wrong it is to hold a girl's bandeau top while smiting her.

R2: Nat spitting jabs, stepping her way close enough to snap off that BSE double-hook: body and head. Bell backing up, circling - her own jab missing over top as a very aggressive Natalie weaves under and maintains pressure. Bell skirting the perimeter - fielding knocks off her pate as Natalie dials in with both hands - brunette tapping up top to set up ribwork. Midway through, pair of hooks to the waist has Krissy in a bad way: she slumps into ropes with a distressed look, issuing fight's first clinch. All Natalie to Bell - pressing in on Krissy, shutting her down, shutting her out at ropes with lathering, non-stop pasting.

R3: Kristen answers Nat's shutout with one of her own. Bell featuring a crisp, accurate jab - momentarily supressing Natalie's - blonde able to step in with a hook to chops, a short right hand, then a hook fierce to ribs, forcing Natalie to ropes. Bell stepping-with, tracking Natalie as Portman slides right along the strands - Kris stooping to reach the tummy jab - always maintaining contact. Natalie showing left across her tummy, right at her cheek - bending at the waist, moving her head: Bell snapping off combinations - doesn't find much chin, but puts healthy spank on brunette flanks and ribs through 3.

R4: Girls in close - Krissy blocking Nat's bodyshots on elbows - then digging back wtih hooks to Portman's tummy and ribs. PORTMAN'S LEGS GIVE A SHIMMY! Blistering back and forth suddenly goes Bell's way - Natalie backs out hurt, looking for rope-support underneath her trembling buttocks. Bell pouncing in: short chopping right off the hop; pair of hooks body and head; swinging right roundhouse hard to the belly; gouging left uppercut bouncing off sternum: NATALIE SITS IN ROPES HURRRRRT! Krissy's eyes like saucers - legs and backside humming in wide stance as she increases vigor: right uppercuts/left hooks bounce Natalie's head around as she grimly tries to keep her feet. Nat going out - she tilts forward, then topples to her right - stumbling into adjacent rights and Bell's pursuing with swat-right hands upside the head. Nat sitting in ropes again, earmuffing up: Krissy getting all big-girl on Nat - scoring on her, then pushing her into ropes, then digging up tummy: it's all Bell, all the time! Oh, the lathering: Kristen putting crop to haunch, whipping her mount to the finish line. Poor Natalie finishing up face-in gloves, lathered and pasted senseless - beaten badly about her tummy, ribs and face. Brave brunette does well to keep her feet under relentless sheets of blonde punching, but judges award Bell 10-8 for her dominance. Kristen jogging back to her corner beaming - gets a hug from hated Sarah MIchelle as the two set aside their differences to celebrate a terrible round for Natalie.

R5: Natalie busting up, looking a little shopworn: she responds like a champ. Portman back to jabbing Kristen's left eye, forcing Bell to back off: Natalie the early aggressor. Portman weaving her torso, stepping in off the jab to hook Krissy tart to tummy: Bell flinching, backing away, circling to her left to get away from Natalie's biting hook. Bell in retreat - but composed - she's choosy with her jab, knocking at Natalie's swollen left eye or punching Nat's left breast - just trying to measure brunette, impede her progress. Down the stretch, Portman salting away a good comeback round when Kristen fades Nat's jab, answers back a vicious right cross over top and STUNS PORTMAN TO CHIN! Natalie stamping in fence post holes: Kristen quickly over to offence, treats herself to a pair of cruel left hooks to Portman's trembling tummy. Nat gasping, stooping forward behind her mitts: Kris with a quick top-tug via her left hand, spins Nat, shoves her to ropes and holds her down for a cheap right hand on the mouth. Natalie swooning, hands dropping: ref jumps in to push Kris away while warning her not to tug-hold-and-clout like that. Bell seething, looking Portman over with hungry eyes: blonde steals a brunette round with late power.

R6: Kristen cruelly about Natalie's left eye with jabs, then grimly into the ribcage with digging, compact, flyweight hup-hup. Natalie pushed back under the assault, feeling ropes at her back: game little champion answering in spots - stooping forward and chugging her fists against the offending torso. Bell electing attrition - sensing Natalie's hurt: Kristen initiating brutal, forehead-on-forehead hup-hup underneath, taking punches in order to land herself, knowing the trade's going her way. Portman grimly dug in butt-on-ropes - she's pumping at Kristen's lively tummy, working in close and hot with Bell - but Natalie can't afford to exchange right now. At the break - Bell won't stop punching: she's just digging short rights and lefts at paunch, working Nat until ref pulls Kris off.

R7: Same again: brutal math of it is that Natalie's hurt, needs to get room to breathe; Krissy's not letting her. Bell hunting Natalie down, forcing the fight on brunette with constant blonde lather. Small mitts sounding out PIK! PAK! PEK! from Natalie's flanks, tummy, ribs, tits. Krissy in close - positioning her head on either Natalie shoulder, hustling leather onto meat. Portman gritting her teeth, punching off the ropes: she's scoring plenty herself, snatching at Krissy's taut little body - but Bell can afford the touches, Natalie can't. Late the round, a Bell right uppercut in close picks Portman's chin up. While Natalie blinking in wonder - Krissy hooks the solar plexus, punching all the air out of the champ and sitting her woozy in ropes. Natalie helpless - right hand pawing at Kris while left hand dangles: Bell squares away, pastes lefts and rights against Natalie's sleepy face even after the break.

R8: Natalie in tatters - struggling off her stool: eyes almost closed, lips swollen: she's all touched up and worn out. Bell fresh as daisies - bounding in all grins: she backs Natalie into ropes with a festive series of rights and lefts to stomach, beating the breath from Portman. Nat hits ropes in a fog - lips parted: she reaches sleepily to clinch, but Kristen won't have it. Torrid body punching rejects clinch, has Natalie gurgling: then Bell comes off the tummy to ring that chin. Right uppercut clips Natalie's head back, punching mouthpiece off her teeth - crowd growing shrill as Natalie's body goes limp - hands droop. KRISTEN POURS IT ON! Blonde in wide stance - twisting into lefts and rights - her elbows in close to her body for maximum torque on slashing blows - fists pounding at Natalie's defenceless face. Portman staring into blows - sturdy legs holding her up: Bell switching weight athletically from one foot to the other, just helping herself and the REF STEPS IN! Natalie swoons out on her feet, collapsing in the man's arms: TKO8 for the winner and NEW champ - Kristen Bell.

After: Exuberant celebration in Ultimate corner as rivals Gellar and Bell hop around in a mutual hug - all differences forgotten in the wake of Portman's defeat. Cameras catch Sarah Carter wiping away tears of rage and envy as Bell cashes in her triumph over Carter as well. Bell composes herself for interviews while Gellar can't resist cruising BSE corner, hooting heartless taunts at poor banged-up Natalie. "Fourth and fifth rounds," Bell beams, shrugging her shoulders and looking adorable. "I hurt her bad to the body in the fourth, then I just poured on. They should have stopped it, but I'll give her credit for keeping her feet. She rallied in the fifth, but I crushed the uprising - hurt her, gave her another beating - and that was it. I knew I'd won - SHE knew I'd won - it was just a matter of cleaning up on her and making sure she couldn't breathe. I love that she quit late - makes everything SO much sweeter!" Other side of the ring, Carpenter finally threatening to kick Gellar's ass if she doesn't buzz off - Sarah loving Kristen's triumph almost as much as Bell herself.