Posted by simguy on 11/25/2005, 2:44 pm.

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Before: First Theron/Heigl look to rotate on Cat Bell, now Ryan/Brook? Is there a conspiracy afoot to grind Bell out of boxing with round-the-clock beef? "I wouldn't give these girls that much credit," Bell smirks serenely in prefight. "There's a healthy competition within stables to take on one another's rivals - I don't think it goes much more beyond that. I'm looking forward to the challenge - Kelly's stepped out from Jeri's long shadow and she's a tough test in her own right. I'm just going to fight Brook and worry about the rest of 'em when it's their turn." Kelly robust, confident at the dais - she's champing at the bit to get after her mentor's nemesis. "This fight will be won or lost in Catherine's body," Brook boasts. "I shall take the fight to her torso and make her defend herself: there will be very little in the way of Cat Bell offence in this fight. Jeri has been an admirable mimic for Bell in sparring and I'm confident my toughest fights will have been in our gymnasium: beating Bell is a foregone conclusion." Cat in electric blue bikini - Kelly Brook in hulking hot pink push up and panties.

During R1: Brook very deliberate - right foot up on the big toe, weight planted on the left foot, she switches her hips and licks a ROBUST right hand/left hand loud off Cat's body, sending shockwaves through Bell's frame. Rattled, Bell rallies, answers back in kind - back foot up on the toe, she reaches in with the left hand to prod Kelly's chest, then straps Brook an HELLACIOUS right/left on the breadbasket. Brook pivots 25 degrees to her right, prodding Cat with the knuckles of the measuring left hand then DETONATING that licking right/left off the body. Both women setting strong, then SHELLACKING one another vicious amidships - sensational, ripping blows rarely given or taken with such deliberation. Brook, Bell, Brook, Bell - they just take turns muscling up, belting each other as hard as they possibly can - legs growing rubbery, faces draining gray with shock, mouths lolling open. Final minute, jugs become targets of big, hearty licks - girls just steadying each other with little nudges or palm-ups, then stroking away hefty. Bell: Both girls REELING, staring in astonishment - crowd roaring to it's feet at some of the most unforgiving two way punishment seen all year. Bell's corner concerned, counselling her to box: Brook's corner seems satisfied - they're happy to body swap until one or the other girl goes down.

R2: Brook insistent to Cat's body - stepping in, setting, then swinging away right/left, bringing the mitts back whippy to waist level. Bell groaning, ashen faced, recognizing she's got to make Kelly move her feet, come down off that right big toe - Cat sliding to her right, backhanding out the jab and looking to potshot Kelly's head right hands. Brook walking Cat down, ham-handing her hard amidships, then coming up top with a ringing hook: Bell put wobbly butt, stumbling sideways with a blank look - Kelly crowds in to rush older vixen to ropes. OH THE JUG! Kelly reaping a big fat harvest of rack as Cat lolls hurt on the strands - British babe getting up in there with thick, rising rights and lefts, shrug-mugging away to her heart's content. AND CAT FIGHTS BACK! Bell soaking, looking shabby, suddenly answers a short-swiping hook to dazzle Kelly, putting her backside on high alert. Bell just dipping right, pulling short hooks upside Kelly's head, clubbing Brook to ropes, reversing field on her and CAT WANTS JUG! Bell answering, and answering, with VIGOUR, going to town on Kelly's bulging sacks with clubbing abandon. Brook open-mouthed, gaping at the punishment - Cat in there tight, elbows in, just swiping her mitts back and forth in hardhearted squeegee action. DING! DANG! DONG! Cat's still abusing Kelly - ref has to separate hulking beauties as eyes flash, tempers flare.

R3: Cat finally unpacks her jab, hammering Kelly's face back, startling her. Bell pivoting to her left while dragging the front foot, or stepping all the way out and walking to her right while glaring over her left shoulder - she's turning Kelly constantly now, never letting Brook set. Bell getting short, crunching right hands off her step to the right, hooking Kelly's tummy while rotating left - good heavy blows dazing Brook, breaking her down some. Late the round, both girls jabbing - Cat beats Kelly to a ringing right cross, ducking in underneath Brook's late right hand, then uncoils out of the crouch to pull a luscious left hook fat to Kelly's paunch. Brook lets out a gurgling sigh, cringing, then sinking to one knee - gorgeous two-beat punching gives Cat a strapping 10-8 round.

R4: Cat tries out Kelly's chin, seeing if she's ready to go - several ringing right crosses toss Brook's head aside, chasing her wobbly-butt to ropes. Brook digging in, refusing to go down - Cat palms up, squares away to go mercilessly, relentlessly, and heartlessly to rack. Brook's jugs CLOBBERED - buffetted side to side, walloped and clouted - sturdy pushup CREAKING under the strain. Cat just stroking side to side, beating her way past Brook's limp guard, slopping on the clout. Ref taking a close look - Kelly really soaking it up, then BROOK BANGS BACK! Rousing herself, Brook punches-with and starts ringing Cat up, backing the American to midring under a walking barrage of strapping lefts and rights. Now they're both groggy midring - leaning forward, right feet up on big toes and it's more of that rip-snatching wallop to the body, both ways. Both girls gritting teeth, squinting eyes, taking turns belting each other senseless to worn out ribs and flat tummies. Bell: ref jumps in - both girls ramshackle, shabby with hurt after 4 clanging heats of donnybrook.

R5: They nuzzle in shoulder to shoulder, taking turns bumping each other's bulging hooters, walking each other around. Mindless, shumping work - girls just staggering, keeping constant contact. Cat more mindful to clinch and turn Kelly, trying to keep Brook from setting up shop and swinging with full leverage: Brook just trying to be consistent, getting off like she's got a metronome in her head keeping time and punching on tempo.

R6: More shivering shellack - girls flat footed, laying in with each other, then pushing off for great strapping licks. Bodies sounding out loud and spanky - gloves smashing off taut tummies and throbbing ribs. Jugs under constant threat - girls taking turns digging away, often working out of the wrap to slump the opponent forward into choice hurt. Down the stretch, constant hammer and tongs gets to Cat: all of a sudden her legs give way, her expression changes - she sags to ropes bewildered at the betrayal of her limbs. Bell covers up face-in-gloves, bending forward to show her back: Brook mops up big and strong, taking healthy, healthy strokes at hips, kidney, flanks to the break. Brook crowing, chesting up after the bell: Bell open mouthed, bleak, reliant upon ref to get beefy Brit off her.

R7: Cat Bell boxing. Nothing fancy: pre-emptive jabs startling Brook, lumping up her face, buying Cat space and time; lateral movement, just shuffling footwork to either side, constantly turning Brook; banging, lusty right hands stroking Brook's jaw - Cat pinpointing Kelly's chin this round. Cat allowing Brook to come forward at times, gathering the buxom Brit up, holding her close while sagging into the ropes for ref's breaks. Bell also riding her left arm around Brook's head, casually drawing the Brit's face into Bell's heaving cleavage - nice little murky power-plays on the inside - Cat smothering receipts, bogging Kelly down, taking away her options. Brook shiny-faced, frustrated, whines to ref during break with little effect. 

R8: Kelly pouring punches into Cat's body - that same disciplined, well-leveraged attack - strapping licks from a strong stance, twitching the hips into the shots. Bell sobbing under the bombardment, crumpling up - she's clinching now after almost every assault, tieing up rather than trying to win the exchanges. Brook bodying Cat to ropes, making her feel weight before ref can get in there - Brit trying to use every bit of savvy she's learned from Ryan to keep the heat on. Bell's knees buckled repeatedly during the round - she has to ride ropes for support, thereby putting her breasts on sale. Kelly Brook helping herself when she can stack Cat up, reaping rack with short, clubbing lefts and rights, getting her back and shoulders behind the work.

R9: Kelly steadily wearing Cat down, pushing her back, and always, always, banging that body LUSTY. Brook with her weight distributed, back foot up on its toe - she'll knuckle at Cat's biceps or breasts to measure, then PUM! PUM! she'll lick that right/left in. Bell all cramped up, shutting down - all she can do is set her own feet and answer back, but Kelly keeps widening the gap. Peculiar, methodical stuff - girls able to just palm or push each other into position, then strap on body licks: robotic turn-taking has both women reeling, but Brook the happier of the two through 9.

R10: Cat trying to establish midring, swinging from her hips and licking left/rights off Kelly's midsection. Brook answers the challenge - banging back with the same rangy-limbed, up-sweeping delivery, belting her mitts off proud Cat Bell torso-meat and moving Bell back. Again, no one punch does it, but midway through, the accumulation adds up in Cat's legs, causing her to slump at the ropes - Brook squaring away big-girl, pouring it on lusty. Final minute one of the worst of Cat Bell's career as Kelly palms up, braces, then belts away to her heart's content: just a brutal clubbing of Cat's jugs, ribs, tummy to the bell. Ref has to pull Kelly off as she's not letting up: poor Cat sitting in the ropes, ashen faced at what's been done to her tonight. Comes back UD10 by a single point - CAT BELL!

After: Badly worn Brook crestfallen, mouth dropping open at the announcement: she's badly scorched at the decision. Knockdown holds up as the decisive moment of the fight - Brook's one moment of doubt comes back to haunt her as she can't close Cat out late. Bell achy-weary, turns back Jeri Ryan's protege and recognizes the accomplishment. "I'll tell you this: I am HURT to my body right now," Bell grimaces, acknowledging Brook's determined work. "She brought it - no doubt about it - Kelly Brook brought the fight to my doorstep and I'm just glad I was able to withstand her. She actually got a little too singleminded - if she had chin-checked me more consistently, I don't know that I could have taken the punches after she'd worked me over so effectively downstairs. She kind of got locked in on that one track and I think that probably saved me tonight." Brook bitterly disappointed, losing her composure slightly in the aftermath. "Pure politics," bruised Brit lashes out. "Jeri told me we couldn't win a decision over Cat Bell, but I never would have believed it until now. Anyone could see I was the dominant woman at the end, I was hunting Cat down and battering her. There will be a reckoning for this, mark my words. Cat Bell and TE can't get away with this chicanery forever! Oh, and her breasts?" Brook pauses, raising her eyebrows. "Second rate!"

Sim Guy
 
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