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2 February 2007 Kristen Bell vs Natalie Portman

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Pt 1:

Posted by Simguy on 2/2/2007, 5:58 am.

Before: “I think it’s smart for Bell to work her way up to me with a practice fight,” special commentator Kris Kreuk says at ringside. “She’s clearly not ready to box a Kristin Kreuk, but I don’t know that she’s even on Natalie’s level just yet. I usually break my opponents down by body part and that’s a useful exercise here. Legs: Bell’s got very sturdy, strong legs, but Natalie’s footwork is far more educated--I give the edge to Portman. Tummies: what I like about both girls is they don’t balloon up in between fights--both walk around more or less at fighting weight and both do their situps. Still, Bell thinks she’s SO solid in the middle and she’s really just average--so I give the edge to Portman just because Natalie’s got herself in perspective. Arms: about even--both girls can punch all night--Natalie has more variety and a better jab, Krissy’s got a little more power. Faces: this is where the fight’s a bit of a letdown--neither girl is really all that attractive--kind of ho-hum fight for the fans as far as prettiness goes. It’s about even--neither girl is so hot that she can intimidate someone on the scales or during a photo-shoot--looks are a non-factor here. Boxing brains: Natalie Portman hands down. Bell has rudimentary skills at best--even though she thinks she’s another Sarah Michelle Gellar, she doesn’t even come close. I look for Natalie to embarrass this kid tonight. We’re probably looking at a shutout folks: Bell’s getting busted up.”

Kris in pink bikini, small white “Cat Paw” brand boxing gloves. Natalie in navy battle bandeau, small white “Cat paw” brand boxing gloves, hard working beach-bun hair.

During R1: Similar loose stances: right hands right to chest, left hands at hips, left shoulders pointed towards opponent. Both girls bending forward slightly at the waist as they jab--both double-pumping the jab brisk, taking turns backing the opponent up. Scooting step-out footwork to the right sliding, pivoting footwork to the left--both girls agile, slick in either direction, bell wins the round outright at the halfway mark with a sizzling right cross pitched hard to Nat’s left temple, momentarily buckling Portman’s legs: Natalie able to recoup behind hjer jab, use her legs and refuse Krissy any finishing run.

R2: Kris steops up the pressurek hounding Natalie all around the ring, bell double-pumping the jab off her hip from her coiled crouch--just flirting with Natalie’s mouth as Portman backs away from poke. Nat respectful of bell’s right hand, reads it this round, rolls with the left shoulder, but Bell’s come-back hooks biting hot to chest, mouth, tummy in snappy sequences. Second minute, Portman caught a lathering brace of hooks--she staggers to ropes, covering up dukes at temples as bell scoots-to. Digging small-mitt right hand places thick to tummy “PAK!”’ pair of tidy batting hooks “PIK! PIK!” cuffing at Nat’s ear; little jerking left uppercut nips Nat’s left cheek as she’s leaning forward; chopping little right hand on the chin stuns Nat: NATALIE TAKERS A KNEE! Bell just dialing in, scoring hard: Portman does the right thing, taking a knee of her own volition to prevent Bell from really pouring it on. Ref bodies seething blonde back: Krissy’s nostrils flaring, colour high as she gives Natalie a tasty pasting in the second.

R3: Both girls turn slugger--but it’s slick, tidy slugging of the highest caliber. Bell double-pumps the jab, leans in close and tags Nat a vicious short right hand while ducking down with the shot. Portman’s knees buckle--she’s shook: Bell unleashes limber hooks off her lead (left) plant leg, biting ‘em tidy off Nat’s forehead, spinning her, bumping her off the left shoulder and KISSING her a clean right cross. Bell staggering to ropes suddenly windblown: Portman hops in hooking, right hand nice ’en tight to chest as she claws lefts pff her right leg. Krissy loosening up as swatting hooks clip at cheek/chin--she pushes back desperate straight punches, but only opens herself to Nat’s withering fire. Portman hard on Bell to the bell, landing tidy-kind rights and lefts as she crouches to either side, slugging supple off either foot. Krissy reeling, staring glassy-eyed as ref pulls seething Natalie back by her elbows.

R4: Krissy answers Nat’s trunk tugging--blonde using both arms to toe up Nat’s right arm--Krissy’s right shoulder snug against Nat’s chest: Bell driving with sturdy legs to push Portman heavily into turnbuckles, forcing the breath from Portman with a shout of shock. Still tieing up Nat’s right, Krissy loads up, pitches a brutal right hand deep to flat brunette paunch: Portman sobbing aloud, torso jerking forward as Bell gets up in there with authority. Kreuk shouting: “LOW BLOW REF! THOSE ARE LOW BLOWS!” Ref’s break pushes bell back: he waggles a finger in her face, warns her for holding-and-hitting. Natalie blinking back tears, slides to her right along the ropes, Krissy walking her down. Bell scooting nicely to cut off the ring, doubling up the jab to fix Portman’s position, then raking Natalie vicious rights and lefts from that relaxed stance. Krissy normally with right at her chest, left across her tummy, torso dipping side to side as she mixes offense with defense to work Natalie over in he fourth.

R5: Natalie in the same stance as Kris--girls supple as they crouch, jab, slip punches; right hands coiled at chests for sneaky deployment. Minute mark, Nat beats Kris to punch as both bend into right hands: BELL’S KNEES BUCKLE! Krissy forlorn, stamping for balance: Natalie pounces with hooks, batting and lathering with that tidy, elbow-in delivery. Bell hounded to ropes in a fog--she’s hurt again, staring, taking punches, Natalie getting big, pushing shoulder into Bell’s chest, then rampaging to breadbasket with a rolling combo of lefts and rights-Portman’s slender shoulders rotating as she gobbles Bell up. Krissy groaning, eyes shut tight in frown but SHE WON’T HAVE IT! Bell hup-hup-hupping on instinct, HER shoulder rotating as she laps and chugs into Natalie’s tummy and jugs: crowd in a frenzy as flyweights churn away, PORTMAN’ STAGGERED! Natalie gasping as Bell outworks her--brunette stepping back, takes a clawing hook across her mouth, leaving her spellbound. Short, chopping right hand--Bell getting it as she ducks forward and leans in: NATALIE SPRAWLS TO HER BACK! Gorgeous shot swivels Nat’s head as she’s leaning backwards, hands stacked tummy and chest--she splashes down gaudy, causing Kris Kreuk to throw her pen and shout “NO!” in disappointment. Bell stalking past, glaring down as Natalie’s rallying off the her backbone: shaky 8 Natalie--she digs in hurt to receive blonde’s charge. OH THE SLUGGING! Krissy foes all-in, thinking Portman’s ready, but NATALIE WON’T HAVE IT! Furious flyweight trading at its best--girls just leaning forward, small mitts tearing up at tummy like piranhas stripping a cow carcass. Savage digging continues mindlessly  after the bell--ref pulling Kris away as both girls are crying from the intensity.

 

Portman/Bell conc. 

Posted by simguy on 2/2/2007, 5:59 am, in reply to "Kristen Bell vs Natalie Portman pt1"

 

R6: NAT TURNS SLUGGER, going to Krissy's breasts with vigour - blonde drummed to ropes, badly loosened up as she gapes open-mouthed into the storm. Right cross/left hook - tidy delivery as Nat sweeps across Krissy's mouth and BEL

L GOES DOWN! Kris drooping off the ropes to all fours, belly panting in and out - Portman glaring down, chest heaving: there's SO much time left on the clock. Bell bravely off her knees, but badly hurt: she digs in at the ropes, covering up peek-a-boo, because HERE COMES NAT! Portman doubling that jab, RIPPING the right uppercut, shifting weight to right leg to claw her hook: she's tearing at Bell now, looking to finish.

Nat pushes into Bell, stacking her, then unleashes to breadbasket - both mitts digging furiously at tummy meat.

Nat bumping hard with her left shoulder, jostling Bell - then shifting weight to right leg to claw hooks across Krissy's front. Bell staring open-mouthed, eyes moist with how-could-you-tears as small mitt bites at chest, mouth, rib.

Nat leaning in on front (left) leg, parking the left hand thick in behind Bell's right elbow. Krissy sobbing in pain, knees buckling as Nat squirts in there time and time and time again.

 

Clipping uppercuts: Nat arching her back, standing up into the blows - small mitts carving hard across either Bell cheek as she's leaning forward.

 

Hardhearted pounding dished to Krissy's shiny white back as she leans forward. Natalie's lips in a tight line as she makes her decision, heartlessly slamming hammer-fists against Bell's tight lumbar region in a coldblooded bid to put Bell on her knees.

Krissy won't go: curvy legs hold her up. She's badly busted up this round, virtually crippled, but crying defiant tears at the bell as a spent and gasping Natalie chests up to break her girl's spirit after the fact.

 

R7: At some point in the sixth, tenor of this fight changed: there's a bitterness to the punching now, a heartless disregard for the opponent that wasn't there at the start. Neither girl getting reckless however - both maintaining the same loose, closed stance - hands stacked - torsos dipping, bending, crouching. Bell badly dinged up, on the defensive - she's using the ring well, getting low to put a shoulder into Nat's hips to nudge her off; feinting Nat and walking away to the right. Portman doubling her jab to close, frequently using the left hand to tug at Krissy's trunks-front to stabilize blonde for cruel right hand clout up top. Bell's pretty face all puffy and red as Natalie piles on the touches. Kristen shutout, but effectively minimizing the damage, getting out of a potentially dangerous round in good shape. Kris Kreuk ringside: "Kristen's running now - she's routed. Natalie's eating her up and there's nothing Bell can do about it!"

 

R8: Natalie landing VICIOUS overhand rights early, hacking at Bell's ear, driving her weak-kneed to ropes as Krissy's covering up face-in-gloves. Bell rallies, catching Nat hooks off the ropes as blonde punches-with, gets the better of it. Portman tries to back away: Krissy's left hand snakes out, tugs Natalie's trunks - blonde spins brunette to ropes and shoulders her roughly before clouting her a cheap right hand across the chops. Bell's turn to work Nat over: Krissy tidying up lefts and rights - hands in a loose stack as she snaps hooks off Natalie's flank, curling 'em into uppercuts to nip at Nat's face. Portman loosening up under withering barrage - blonde licking and lathering, taking a hardhearted inventory of belly, breasts, flanks and face. Natalie's lights dimming, body throbbing: right hand stacked atop left, chest and tummy as she dips forward, turning shoulders slightly side to side as Bell carves away. No one punch does it, just steady sheeting action paralyzing Portman, numbing her, and PUTTING HER DOWN! Natalie drooping sadly to all fours, arms trembling, head bowed: Bell bellowing down, her own legs quivering with effort as both gas tanks teeter on 'Empty'.

 

R9: Grim slobberknocker erupts as both classy gamines are too battered to maintain those slick stances. Ragged, flat footed stepping - damp tousle-scrubbing, shoulder bumping as drowsy vixens lean in sleepy and lap it up. Ringsiders wincing at the tummy being taken here - both gamines just snatching whip-armed hooks off the front (left) leg as the other tilts forward, suffering. Mouths open, eyes glassy as each knuckles gently at the other before hooking her - right hands held tight to chests, deployed only as prodding, measuring devices: it's all about the hook now for both women. Brutal two-way attrition hard to score, but late the round, Natalie's hooks displace Krissy's mouthpiece, leaving Bell pouting, swaying on the spot at the break.

 

R10: More of it - girls closing shabby, setting themselves on quivering legs, then tensing to deliver still-tart snap on hooks. Loose, then tense, loose then tense - girls limp and punished just until they punch, then for that split second energy galvanizes their gamine frames. Both crying out now when bodies are hooked - eyebrows high, eyes shut tight, mouths open in plaintive gasps. Nat starts leaning in on right hands, breaking up the hookfest - and she's catching Krissy staring. Bell looking very sleepy, staggering forward after catching flush - once again, curvy blonde legs holding Bell up when a lot of other flyweights would swoon. Bell: girls still clawing and flailing at each midring, punching on fumes. Comes back narrow duke...KRISTEN BELL!

 

After: Kreuk pursing her lips, sitting back crossed arm and glaring - not happy with judges' decision here tonight. Portman and Bell exchanging a weary hug, acknowledging each other's incredible effort tonight - Bell even wiping tears from Natalie's swollen cheeks in a dazzling display of tenderness after so much savagery. Hand in hand, heads in close, girls assure each other that much of the brutality tonight was done in a spirit of hardnosed competition, nothing personal - fighters taking a good long moment to talk face-to-face before press can make something out of the cruelty shown tonight. "We're good," Kristen says in postfight when asked about the heart-to-heart. "We just said we respected each other, and we know we let things get a little out of hand. Natalie really pounded my back, and I was rough with my shoulders - I think I even headbutted her a few times, unintentionally. It was a rough, trunk-tugging type fight, but it wasn't like we were trying to injure each other - like I said - it was really something that got away from us rather than us doing things to deliberately foul the other. And we both agreed: Kristin Kreuk would never have survived a fight like this - way too tough for her."

 

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