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7 April 2006 Kate Beckinsale vs Lori Loughlin

Page history last edited by Archer844 12 years, 10 months ago

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Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 4/7/2006, 7:26 am

Before: Kate in a fury--curt with press; brutal with sparring partners--second KO1 loss in three fights have dazzling Brit putting out fires all over the media landscape. Loughlin glowing--she’s hooked herself a big-screen siren, dragged Beckinsale into a costly best of 3 situation Kate never wanted-veteran blonde knows she’s in the driver’s seat. “Kate can’t take a step forward without going through me first,” Lori smiles. “I’ve played this kid like a harp so far--all I have to do is beat her convincingly one more time and I’ll take everything away from her. For the longest time, I felt like I couldn’t get my foot I the door as far as big-time fighting went. Now I’ve got a chance to shine and I have to capitalize!” Loughlin in messy puncher’s ponytail (bangs framing her face), lavender/purple jazz print bikini: Kate in black leather bikini. Small gloves both vixens; Beckinsale smoldering throughout ring instructions‘: fortunately for Lori, hateful glares don’t win fights.

During R1: Both girls same idea: jab-jab-jab, step in, get off  combination, step away. Beckinsale routinely coming off second best: three fights with Lori have shown Loughlin to possess the crisper, faster hands. Becks’ jaw lines getting tarted up brisk lefts and rights as Lori scores and withdraws: Kate doing most of her punching to Lori’s ribs just beneath the breast line, getting beat to the punch when girls look upstairs. Lori walking purposefully to her right when regrouping, looking Kate over; Lori pivoting to her left, feinting, then popping her jab to keep Becks startled. Bell: Kate trembling with anger, cheeks pinking up nicely under Lori’s deft touch. Prim smile from the American as she knows she got the better of her girl in the first.

R2: Same again--wide ranging, classy action, dominated by Loughlin’s speed of hand and foot. Lori constantly stepping to spots, luring Kate in, exchanging with and beating Becks to punches, Lori fighting brilliantly in retreat--means she’s not setting down on her shots--but she’s out touching Kate, leading Beckinsale a merry chase. Kate fuming, stalking forward--she’s just a half-beat off her timing as Loughlin’s pretty pattern-punching encompasses Beckinsale hip to head. Lori getting a short right hand on Kate’s left eye; hooks to jaw and tucked in behind right elbow; spicy combos tummy and tits. Beckinsale focusing on the body late, manages to establish a digging fish-hook left up into Lori’s sternum near the bell.

R3: Beckinsale adjusting, looking to work behind her jab more--trying to control Lori’s speed with timing and a stiff stick. Loughlin catching tart poke on her brows--Beckinsale fighting tall, hanging back, making Loughlin come to her. Lori less effective outside like this--not getting off--bibbing and weaving her torso to slip punches as Beckinsale commands midring.

R4:  Lori doubles up the jab, closing on Kate and forcing action to take place at middle and close ranges. Beckinsale teeth bared--hunkering down shoulder to shoulder with Lori and engaging in spicy hup-hip: this is Loughlin’s forte and she beats Becks to ropes with it. Lori Locks so cute n’ snappy in there: right beneath her chin, left across her body as she dips n’ clips--working hips and flanks on Kate; tucking rude cuffing uppercuts into body and jug; tugging on that chi either hand in short, clouting fashion. Beckinsale grimacing, glaring, getting scuffed up--only punch she’s getting is that firm, jerking left hand up into Lori’s solar-plexus--nice shot, but Lori’s work the more eye-catching as Loughlin extends her lead through 4.

R5: Beckinsale lumping up, frustrated, but composing herself: back to work with the jab, making Lori pay for real estate. Kate cruelly working her foe’s face, tapping away at Lori’s eyes--Loughlin forced to perimeter, circling wide as she looks for angles to slash in on Kate. Becks dutifully walking Lori down--jabbing her heard, then looking to rip right or left uppercuts into the body--Kate arching her back, getting good leverage off either foot as Lori grunts upon receipt. Kate scouring at Lori’s right hip and lower back with hooks--drawing warnings this round as Loughlin cringes from her first kidney shots.

Loughlin vs. Beckinsale conc. (Too Much Uppity Blonde Defiance for One Post)

Posted by Simguy on 4/7/.2006, 7:27 am

R6: Right hand Kate Beckinsale--Lori stunned, covering up hurt: Becks leans in on front foot, guts her blonde a pair of digging hooks to body and LORI TAKES A KNEE! Loughlin’s face punched in agony as she steps back, sinks to her right knee and takes 8: Beckinsale frosty as she struts to neutral corner, frowning with concentration.. Kate up tempo, attacking Lori along the ropes--brunette clawing hooks and right hands off her jab systematically abusing blonde flanks, swabbing that lower back religiously whenever Loughlin bends too far forward. First clinches of the fight from Lori: she’s shook, mouth open on Kate’s shoulder--blonde shaky-legged, suffering under Beckinsale’s determined assault. Lori scrounging late, flurrying with her back against the ropes--just tearing at Kate’s midsection and jugs with feisty rising lefts and rights to fight off Beckinsale’s closing run at the bell.

R7: Brilliant recovery round, Lori Loughlin. Kate turns puncher again, stalking Loughlin, engaging her without jabbing first--Lori able to land the extra punch in the exchanges to turn Becks back time and again. Stop and go action as girls come together, then disengage--Lori with a knack of dipping to one side on the approach, making Kate miss, then clipping Beckinsale in the ensuing melee up close. Kate punished and rebuffed--only the face that Loughlin’s constantly disengaging saving Kate from being hurt in the exchanges--blonde sacrificing a little power to stay the quicker vixen in hot two-way hustle punching. Beckinsale back to her corner with a swelling left eye and reddened brows: Kate willing to pay the price of being the aggressor tonight.

R8: Beckinsale chopped up, intercepted on the  way in, beaten to punches--Lori’s mitts just too cute and quick as she taps away, gets out of Dodge, Lori’s brows knit with concentration--she’s fixing Kate’s position with a hard jab on the mouth, then hooking from there to jaw or liver, falling in close with the shoulder to smother receipts before stepping away. Beckinsale missing Lori’s elusive head with right hands--Kate’s best bet remains the solar plexus/tummy via that biting left hook--getting up into Lori with authority on occasion. Beckinsale visibly frustrated as Lori scores to face with impunity, then wheels away--Kate running out of time to turn this thing around, flops down on her stool during the break, deeply flustered.

R9:  When Kate steps her jab into Lori, Loughlin’s life gets harder. Kate pumping hard stick, forcing Lori Locks to ropes, then digging either hand to body: Beckinsale abandoning blonde chin for the nonce, concentrating on that cougar waistline, sturdy ribs and succulent solar plexus. String first minute evolves into a dominant, punishing second as Kate starts to batter Lori: Loughlin covering up earmuff, stooping well forward off the ropes--she’s hurt downstairs and giving up her back to Beckinsale’s unscrupulous kidney punches, Merciless lower back strafing runs--Kate swabbing both fists across shiny blonde lumbar--produce another knockdown. Poor Lori gasping to all fours, panting at Kate’s feet: Beckinsale glaring down, pushed back by a finger-wagging ref who reminds Kate to :stay off her kidneys Katie.” Final minute: Lori ragged--lolling on the ropes, face-in gloves. Kate finishing up strong with shove-n-slug--murdering her girl to the belly and sternum those evil, digging hooks and slash right hands.

R10: Lori’s drained, ashen-faced: Beckinsale’s body blows--legal and otherwise--taking devastating effect down the stretch, Loughlin’s legs shot--she fades into the ropes, waving Kate ion in and countering well in the first minute--hooking Beckinsale’s mouth time and again as Becks tries to press. Kate not to be denied--she shakes off Lori’s punches, focuses on the midsection: ripping left hooks off the front foot, vicious right uppercuts off the right foot. Loughlin sobbing aloud as Kate’s mitts bite belly, solar-plexus, crippling the blonde, hobbling her forward. Sheer one-sided brutality from the minute mark on as Beckinsale looms over Lori, digging art her, clawing at her. Small mitts tucking in behind worried elbows, Small mitts tucking up underneath, gouging at sternum, scraping off ribs. Half way mark--Lori drops breathless to all fours: Kate breathing hard through pursed lips, mopping her brow with a forearm en route to a neutral corner. 2 minute mark--Kate pushing into Lori, then digging to her body--pushing and excavating--poor Lori sobs out, sinks to her hands and knees again, unable to sustain the damage at this point. Down the stretch--Kate salts away the win with a vicious, reefing assault of hooks up underneath--weight on that front foot, back arched as she gets up into Lori with hateful heft. Loughlin down again, sitting on her haunches as tears tumble down her cheeks. Lori fights off the count, finishes the bout stooped over, soaking up a bitter basting to her lower back as Kate over-indulges at the bell, comes back UD10, Kate Beckinsale.

After: Lori stiff with body ache, rickety, crying as she’s led to her stool: Kate steps, proves herself the harder, meaner-spirited vixen tonight in taking a very game Loughlin apart. Lori ahead after 8 tactically brilliant rounds, but Kate’s diligent body work throughout--coupled with a savage and flagrantly illegal kidney attack--undermined the classy blonde, robbing Lori of her legs when she needed them most. “I’ve put down the uprising,” a puffy-faced Beckinsale growls in post fight--she, Sheriff of Nottingham to Lori’s Robin Hood. “Lori’s been disciplined, handled and neatly shelved: I don’t expect to have to deal with her again.” Poor Loughlin! Stumbling when the lights are brightest--a glorious chance to break into the big leagues snatched away, but not before bringing out the best Kate Beckinsale anyone’s ever seen.

Reposted by Archer 5/25/11.

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