Posted by Simguy on 7/7/2006, 7:22 am.

Before: "I think I speak for the entire celebrity community when I say we are tired of Scarlett's attitude," Reese proclaims in prefight. "She's a 'Betty Come Lately', but she struts around oike she owns Hollywood. She's not even pretty, but she's on the cover of magazines every month, going off in the tabloids--on and on--I'm sick of it and she needs to be taken down a peg. I was going to hold my piece until Tech started to jump on the Johansson bandwagon--then I knew i had to take a stand. I'm gonna get in this kid's paunch and work--I'll show her what Oscar-quality punching can dom and when I'm done--maybe we won't be hearing so much of Scarlett for a while." Johansson taking it all in stride--she's used to to resentment from established stars. "I'm fine with Reese," Johansson shrugs, "she's the one who has a problem with me. If she needs to make things personal in order to pump herself up in camp--that's her cross to ear. I think she's got more of an issue with Tech than she does with me, but she wants to it out on me ti spurn them, and that's not cool. I hear all this smack about her wanting to go to my body and all I can say is: be my guest. Reese goes tummy on me and I'll turn her lights out--that's a promise." Reese in pretty baby ble bikini, tie-side bottoms, white gloves, puncher's ponytail. Scarlett in midnight blue satin push up and panties, silver/white lace trim, soft blonde curls, white gloves.

During R1: Reese: straightforward pressure--advancing behind a brow-high gaurd, pushing her way into Scarlett to get Johansson moving backward, chugging to starlet's rounded paunch, generous jugs. Scarlett much more relaxed in her southpaw stance than orthodox--right hand dangling, right shoulder pointed at Reese, left cocked at the chin ready to poke or parry. Scarlett relaxed as she leans into Reese's bodyblows, twisting and turning as punches spank off shoulders, armsm breasts and tummy: Johansson rolling shoits, then answering back jolting short left crosses off her shoulder, or clubbing right hooks to Reese's temple. Blistering two way--Reese busier, counting on surpressing effect if volume, frequently beating Scarlett's torso pink at the ropes: Scarlett more selective, but placing heavier blows, scoring to the pit of Reese's stomach with thrusting left hands, or taking chin vis the left cross or biting right hook. Bell--Witherspoon looking slightly dishevelled, stepping back with a windblown expression: she did most of the work, came out second-best in an eye-opening first.

R2: Reese forward again--punching, punching, punching. Short, hammer drop blows off either shoulder dot and smack against Scarlett;s upper chest, shoulders. Close in, Reese hoisting leather up underneath, stuffing and cramming her mitts to Scarlett's pudgy tummy, bulging jugs. Scarlett scowling, feeling the pressure, but managing it with poise--her back's to the ropes, left under her chin, right across her waist as she dips and rolls Witherspoon's work. Johansson's nifty with her upper body movement in the pocket--body's taking a pasting, but Reese can't connect to head with anything serious. Scarlett using her right shoulder to nudge Reese in the hips, but not offering much back in the way of punching: Witherspoon's determination decisive, suffocating Scarlett at the ropes this round.

R3: Bitter hammer and tongs--Scarlett dug in at the ropes again, crouching, rolling, slipping and countering as Reese squares up and chugs away. Crowd pleasing trade--Reese head-down, digging at paunch and jug with chugging lefts and rights--then she covers up, leaning in on Scarlett as Johansson swipes right hooks, jots sneaky screened lefts off the ropes. Reese's own curvy paunch coming under increasing scrutiny--Scarlett cuffing and clouting the beef downstairs, putting a pout on Reese's face. Final minute sees Johansson's heavy, slick punching back Reese off--Scarlett slugging her way to midring, starting to land unanswered punches as ragged Witherspoon stares back in confusion.

R4: Reese trudging forward, Scarlett fighting brilliantly in retreat, walkiing Witherspoon into the straight left, then shifting weight to back (left) foot to clout her the right check-hook to temple. By the time Scarlett hits the ropes--Reese can only fall in and clinch--Witherspoon's mouth open and moist, little brow frowning as she holds in tight for ref's break. Scarlett walking confidently to midring to reset, pointing her right shoulder and going to work: Reese forward, but not aggressive enough, starts to walk into potshots from a relaxed, focused SJ. Slick counterclockwise rotation from Johansson, chin tucked in behind that right shoulder--she's turning Reese's left flank, forcingt 'Spoon to shift her feet. Scarlett's straight left scoring at will to Reese's face--Johansson leading with it, then pushing off the ball of the right (front) foot to shift weight bakc, pulling the right hook across Witherspoon's face in smooth transition-punching. Final moments, Reese put wobbly butt from acculumation--she backs off ashen faced--Scarlett turns big girl to body her opponent to ropes. Johansson squared away--no longer the southpaw cutey-pie: she beats Reese unmercifully to body and breasts, showing two-gun ferocity she hasn't unleashed since beating Katie Holmes into submission, Bell: Witherspoon with how-could-you tears standing in shocked eyes; Johansson stomping angry-butt back to her corner, hard-eyed.

R5: Reese pressurizing in the first minute, coming up the gut--but you can see Scarlett stablizing, holding canvasm pivotin easily to her riht to manage Witherspoon's attack, ultimately blunting it. Scarlett tucking chin behind her right shoulderr after putting the right hook across, twisting over to the left to cover up supple after scoring, Second minute--Scarlett's taking over: straight loeft hands short to left side of Reesie's jaw; right hooks taking Reese in temple; low-slung leftrs flat against Reesie's tanned paunch, followed up by clanging right hooks up top. Johansson with prowling, flat footed steps--getting left uppercuts as she steps forward with her right foot; getting right uppercuts as she steps forward with her left foot Johansson turning to her right--jabbing right handed just enough to keep Reese from getting off easy--young starlet showing wonderful control and poise, dominating her Oscar-winning rival midring. Down the stretch, groggy Reese beaten to ropes, where she crosses her arms and tilts forward, shoulder to shoulder with Scarlett. Johansson shrugging in close, working the Witherspoon rack, tucking left hands in snug to ribs--Reese badly shaken by the suffocating jug-mug, stumbling back to her coner with fresh tears in distraught eyes.

R6: No doubt about it: Scarlett Johansson's taking Reese Witherspoon apart, midring. Johansson getting off, beating Reese to ounches, walking Reese into potshots, Scarlett's shifty little counterclockwise pivots causing all kinds of problems--doesn't even look oike Reese trained for a southpaw as she's continually cuffed and bamboozled out of position. Wonderful clouting leverage on Scarlett's shots--nothing wasted--she's hurting Reese with both hands, steadily putting the beatdown onto the older girl. Midway through, lead left hand Scarlett's been getting all night pounds between Reese's mitts, bashing 'Spoon head straight back, wobbling her buttocks. Scarlett CHEEKY, dropping her gloves to her sides and mocking Reese, taunting Witherspoon into trying a right hand; Johansson slips it, brings the left off her thigh and plasters it across Witherspoon's mouth, Reese wobbling around, stepping in fence post holes--Scarlett right in front of her, hands down, daring Witherspoon to punch. Poor groggy Reese pushing her mitts out--flutterym weak arm punches--easily slipped and countered as Johansson erupts out if supple crouches, bringing her hands up off her thighs to POUND Witherspoon to the face. Reese finally battered to a seat near the ropes, nostrils bleeding--Scarlett glaring down as she stalks past. Give Reese credit--ears ringing, legs numb--she climbs those ropes and beats the count--but she's shabby goods, Scarlett struts in, hands at her sides, then leans forward, dragging her bleft hand to Reesie's trembling guts, sinking it into the tanned flesh and doubling Witherspoon over with an agonized groan. Reese sent to all fours with an agonized groan, Reese sent to all fours--cringing, she puts her face on the canvas while hugging her ribs, buttocks in the air as Johansson stalk past, glances down and lifts her mitts in anticipation of Reese's failure to beat the count. Johansson proves a prophet: KO6 Scarlett Johansson as poor Reese can't get off her knees.

After: Scarlett absolutely heartless with her haughty foe--Reese's prefight words sparking a fire in Johansson that we haven't seen before: it's a breakthrough performance as Scarlett beats the daylights out of a rugged little Oscar-winner. Johansson supple defensively, relaxed, poised and very heavy-handed, working angles and hitting Reese with sneaky southpaw counters AND leads--it's a breakthrough display from an emerging small-girl force. The taunting and showboating beatdown unlikely to sit well with HMK higher-ups: potential cost of doing business as Johansson shows a dark Young Hollywood edginess which would otherwise never have been tolerated.

Reposted by Archer 5/31/10.