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Before: Halle brushing away the Blalock debacle with a dismissive wave, "Jolene carries a lightweight punch - in fact, she's starving herself to stay at bantam - she should be forced to move up. I give credit to Jennifer for recognizing that a lucky punch shouldn't be rewarded with a title bout - I'm definitely the more deserving." Girls indulging in some oneupmanship - hauling out the Oscars to the podium, sizing up one another's accomplishments, but again, Halle has the choice sound bite: "I'm the more versatile talent in and out of the ring. Hulk? Totally lame. Xmen? legitimate blockbusters - both of 'em. Magazine Beauty Polls? I'm always number one - Jennifer's usually middle of the pack if she's mentioned at all. It burns Connelly up that I'm in her Oscar club AND I'm still sexy, still a crowd-pleaser. I've already beaten this tramp, I just have to fit the punches in." Connelly non-plussed, but not rising to the bait. Famous costumes being pitted against one another as well - Connelly in the red push up and panties worn by Raquel Welch in the 60s 'Bedazzled' - Halle countering with the equally alluring tangerine bikini from 007.
During R1: Jen aggressively taking midring, spearing Halle with pounding jabs - Berry beaten to the perimeter, trying to guage distance and getting nicked. MIdway through - crisp jab, right cross, left hook from Jen - tic-tac-toe connects and HALLE SCOOTS TO HER BUTT! Berry blinking in astonishment - up quickly, but rattled - Connelly coolly eyeing her foe from the neutral corner, then storming over after 8. Big bruising Jen Connelly mop up - Jen batting at Halle's mocha flanks, hacking at the back of her head and ear with little rights as Berry bends forward to slip. Shutout with feeling Connelly - Halle getting a pep talk in her corner about how sturdy her chin is, how brave she is, while she snivels and battles her emotions.
R2: Berry shakes it off, goes right at the champ with bell to bell razzle-dazzle. MUCH more upperbody movement from Halle as she looks to solve Jen's jab - deep knee bends, sudden hooks out of the crouch, Halle jumping in close then trusting her speedy dukes to touch Jen up. Connelly missing the jab, then covering up as Berry slashes inside - champ just covering up, trusting her sturdy body to stand up to anything Berry can dish. Halle greasing Jen's body with flashy shoeshine punching, scraping up those ribs, tearing up the belly, then scooting out the side. In and out, quick mitts - Halle posts a busy shutout - Connelly unhurt, but knows she can't allow that to go unchecked tonight.
R3: Competitive round, girls settling into their roles. Jen: chin tucked, right hand at her cheek, left at her mouth, stepping behind her jab, looking to fix Halle for scorching rights and comeback hooks. Berry: much looser, almost Lucy Liu-like as she bends and leans forward and back, getting low, exploding out of her crouches to label Jen with smoking counter-hooks, carrying into the champ with body behind short swipes. Down the stretch, Halle just pawing the jab out there, mocking Jen, then dipping left to slip inside Connelly's stick, answering back a licking hook in the tits. Rare emotion from Jen as she scowls, hooks back at Halle's heroic sacks and BLISTERING two-way jug mugging erupts! Halle's quicker hands taking a terrible toll as she swishes shoulders side to side, dragging her fists back and forth across lush Connelly bra-meat. Frothy back and forth - Jen backed up against the ropes - girls keep at it after the bell and upon separation - Halle taunts her foe with a hungry leer. Jennifer angry: Berry's gotten under her skin.
R4: Halle with prowling footwork, turning either Connelly flank, slipping low under the jab and committing to heavy counter shots from either mitt. Vicious, accurate stuff from clinical Berry - she makes Jen miss, makes her pay with eerie efficiency, landing rights and lefts flush to Connelly's touched-up mug. Berry's getting the distance she wants, routinely getting in close and engaging Connelly with combinations. Jen giving ground as Berry licks and strokes ribs and tummy - champ's butt starting to wobble. Down the stretch - Berry slips a tired Connelly right - hooks her chin out of the crouch, hops and hooks her again, gets a third hook with her shoulder behind a short, crunching shot and JENNIFER SITS DOWN! Connelly POUNDED to her backside, shaking her head - she beats the count, taking a steady torrent of lippy trash from a brazen challenger.
R5: Halle presses to close...and gets stacked up the formidable Jen Connelly jab. Connelly rejecting early Berry incursions, establishing a little distance, tracking Halle's face and backing her up. Midway through, Berry crouches - Jen reads it and fades a half step as Halle leaps into a hook, then ROCKETS down with a blazing right cross to DROP HALLE TO HER KNEES! Jen's turn to let Halle hear it - ref struggling to push the champ back as Berry stares, all tremble-bodied and shocked. Berry takes 8, digs in and ON COMES JENNIFER! Connelly grim, squaring away and GOING at Halle's shimmering flanks, tender tummy. Connelly batting straight arm to the sides, rotating her shoulders and hustling punches up the gut, breaking Halle down then ROARING TO BERRY's JUGS! Halle stunned, defenceless, ships to her tits as she slumps to a seat in the ropes, tears welling up. Bell sounds - CONNELLY'S TAKING EXTRA! Heartless, non-stop jug mugging - enraged Jen C finally pulled away from behind - she's all flashing eyes, heaving chest. Halle glaring back, hugging her battered flesh - this thing's starting to get ugly.
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R6: Jen and Halle, midring, slugging. Both girls getting tanned in the flanks, but Connelly's juuust missing the right hand, opening her up for quick clubbing hooks body and chin from Berry. Midway through, girls trading rights - Halle's lands, unhinging Jen's knees. Trade in lefts - Halle's lands - Connelly staggers hurt to the ropes, eyes shining. Halle plowing in with her shoulder - dig-dig-digging a little three punch combo decidely low, then coming up tuff with her head against Jen's mouth! Connelly shook up, wilting at the ropes and HALLE POURS IT ON! Rough treatment from Berry - short locks tousle scrubbing Jenny's face raw - shoeshining fists scrubbing up those tits - shoulders rotating to work gut with rolling thunder. Connelly woozy, shopworn at the bell and HALLE SMOKES HER LATE! Berry seething, wanting more as she's pulled off - Jennifer wincing, tasting blood.
R7: Jennifer coming forward, imposing her strength, but Halle picking the battlegrounds, darting in, then beating Jen to punches in rapid exchanges. Connelly gobbling up Berry leather without complaint, but Halle's scoring, really shellacking that flat midriff, then ducking out, shifting to the side to reset. Berry talking incessantly, taunting, shouting after hooking Jen flush to the breasts, feinting then nailing her right hands on the chin. Connelly unhurt, but busting up some from her opponent's tight combos and accurate potshots.
R8: Halle sliding in and out, supple at the waist - she's got Jennifer missing, keeping the initiative as a result. Connelly with her dukes up, looking strong - but she's growing tentative - every time she punches she's eating something, taking something in her gut. Halle VERY rough with her head - leading with it, tousle-rubbing, clubbing it against Jen's ribcage as Berry dips side to side, pulling punches into her foe's besieged belly. At the bell - Halle fits her left mitt in between Jen's gloves, dances away as the champ comes unglued - Connelly screaming at the ref to do something about Berry's head and cheap shots.
R9: Jennifer gets tuff - dipping in low to the left under a Berry right, hooking up into the ribs, hooking the tummy, then drifting just a touch low to shunt Berry's hips back. Halle's lips pulled back from her teeth - rough body shots have her breathing hard and Jenny doesn't let up. Connelly banging away to flank, using her left shoulder/elbow to shove Berry back - Halle suffering, not answering back: she's wearing down. Steady beating along the ropes - Jennifer concentrating, stepping with a wilting Berry, beating her with clubbing rights and lefts about the head, shoulders and waistline. Down the stretch - trade in stout right hands goes Jen's way - Halle sinks hurt into the ropes, eyes glassy as Connelly wails away wide left/rights to the bell.
R10: Classy shutout Halle Berry. Berry bleeding from the mouth, shipped some serious leather from Connelly in the 9th, but challenger won't punk. Berry still cute with her feet, flat footed, but stepping nimble - slipping and bending to make Jen miss, then lathering at her tortured gut and throbbing ribs with snatching, slashing combos. Halle timing Jen to the split second, punching with and beating her to the mark - Jen's head pops back from blunt right hands, or swivels from hooks as Berry scores, ducks, pivots to the side. At the bell - Halle chests up and blows Jen's hair back with an enraged tirade - champ shoving back - ref takes a hand in a wild one. Comes back UD10 for the winner and NEW bantam weight champ - Halle Berry
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After: Berry crying emotional tears of joy - strutting the ring - she put together one of her grittiest, roughest efforts in turning back Jen Connelly tonight.
"It's outrageous," says a lumped up ex-champ in post fight after seeing the cards. "They gave her the 7th and 8th rounds? She was just brushing me with those bullshit combinations of hers - there was NOTHING on those punches. And what about her constant head butting, late hits and low blows? I can't BELIEVE this!"
Berry unrepentant, explains it as all part of the master plan. "We knew we couldn't come in here and fight Jennifer's fight all tidy and proper. I had to rattle her, make her brawl a bit, get her off her game. Frankly, things did get a little out of control, but I wasn't about to lose a title bout by being polite. Say it with me baby - Halle Berry: 2 division champion!"
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