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5 August 2011 Sarah Carter vs Natalie Portman

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Posted by simguy on 8/5/2011, 8:28 pm

Before: "It's like I'm Ms. PacMan or something," Sarah grins in prefight, "just hoovering these WolfPack girls up! Now they're sending in Nat Portman, and to me, she's the weakest of the bunch! I actually think of this as a showcase fight for me, and another crushing defeat for HISC - if anything, it's NAT who's being thrown to the wolves here - not me!" Portman rolling her eyes throughout, obviously not impressed with Sarah's preening. "HISC is deeper and stronger now than it has ever been," Portman announces at podium. "The days when girls could even hope to run the table on HISC are over. Sarah's had some highlights against us recently, so good for her...but that's all over now. Clock's striking midnight Cinderella: get ready to turn back into that pumpkin!" Sarah in gold bikini; small black work out mitts; long low ponytail with bangs bracketing face. Natalie in bright neon baby blue bandeau bikini top; navy boy leg bottoms; small white work out mitts; hair sleek in battle braid.

During R1: Sarah loosey-goosey - menacing in forward crouch, her hands dangling around her knees, looking to lash up and catch Nat circus clout from low angles. Nat: right hand tight to cheek; left a little lower; elbows in...she's looking to step-to, drop chop-chop combos onto Sarah's chest, then finish a tidy hook. Midway through, Sarah catches Nat a lanky limbed, cuffing hook once, twice on right ear: Portman sputters to her left, well and truly clouted. Sarah limber - hopping in with elastic right hand off the shoulder, small glove chipping off Nat's face "PIK!" Natalie hurt, bending low, trying to tie up around Sarah's hips: blonde girl lopes to her right, spinning Nat on the spot, punching a right hand down atop Portman's skull. Natalie backpedaling, blinking: Sarah loping after her - pinging a lead right hand up the middle; curling across an oily hook to brush Nat ropeside; bending in and down, dragging a wide sidearm right into Natalie's midsection "CHUP!" Portman gasping through pursed lips, dukes at temples as she slumps hurt against ropes at bell. Sarah whirls on the spot, drawing that breath-of-blonde ponytail across Natalie's eyes for a shattering first round ponylash!

R2: Same looks - Sarah loose, looking to fetch whip-slappy clout: Natalie compact, bringing her feet with her and looking to snap off combos. Nat pre-empting with her jab; turning over short-arm hooks; tip-tap-tapping choppy hammer-drop rights and lefts in close. Sarah backpedaling, trying to time Natalie coming in, but Portman weaving her head/torso, constantly moving her hands in little chopping bursts...hard for blonde girl to find a spot. Final minute - goooood ripping body work done by Natalie - snatching hooks and right hands across Sarah's flat waist to take blonde breath away. Bell: Sarah frowning, lips parted, tummy and ribs streaked with pink slash-tracks from Natalie's small-mitt impacts.

R3: Natalie locating Sarah via the pinging jab - bothering blonde girl out of her crouch: Sarah on her heels, trying to step back and lash counters. Portman scooting forward - keeping elbows in as she drops both fists onto Sarah's breasts, then tidying up via the hook as blonde girls disengaging. Carter hounded around the ring, then into the ropes: Portman in tuff with her head under Sarah's chin - both hands flurrying to gut and hip-flexors! Carter grimacing, issuing fight's first clinch...even in the clinch, Natalie's rubbing her forehead against Sarah's face as ref issues break. More pursuit from Natalie as she collapses Sarah's jab, gets to her chest, outworks her...Carter hitting ropes again, trying to organize. Flurry amidships momentarily freezes Sarah: Portman comes off the gut, hooking chin...Sarah's head toggles as she slumps woozy against ropes! Hacking overhand right chops at Sarah's left ear - Carter wilting forward, covering up earmuff. Digging left uppercut takes Sarah to tummy; hacking tomahawk right chops at Sarah's back. Sarah reaches to clinch around Portman's hips, but Nat leans in with left shoulder/chickenwing left elbow, bracing Sarah in her body and stacking her upright. Right across the chops; left across the belly: Sarah reeling, coming apart at ropes! Right/left bounces off blonde gut; jagged right uppercut picks up Sarah's chin: Carter's hands drop to her waist as her torso lists to port, lashes fluttering! NATALIE'S CLIPPING RIGHT HANDS! Just little forget-me-not punches tidy across Sarah's parted lips as blonde girl topples leaning-tower style to her left...CARTER IS DOWN! Sarah rolling onto her belly parallel to ropes, lips pursed against canvas, eyes frowning shut...she's out and that's KO3 Natalie Portman!

After: Portman elated - riding both hands on top rope as she places a foot in the small of Sarah's back - grinning down at sleeping victim. Pack streams in to take command of the ring as security is mis-directed to contain Foxfire cuties...poor Sarah gathered up, brought around with smelling salts, then stacked up in the HISC corner like a sack of blonde loot!

Nat mounts up - her dominant tummy pushing Sarah's groggy face to blonde right - Portman thrusting both hands into the air as she grins out into the crowd. Nat takes Sarah's long blonde ponytail in both fists - Portman holding it tight to her chest for a moment. Waving and gushing in triumph, Natalie then swings right leg up and over the turnbuckle, swinging herself to perch atop the post, her thighs on either side of Sarah's head, her hands tugging up on Carter's ponytail...Carter whining in protest, eyes shut tight, hands cupping on Natalie's trim quads. Portman whooping it up, owning Sarah - sometimes playing to the crowd; sometimes leaning forward to mock and taunt her conquest. Wolf pack clapping...Mila reaching in to tap at Sarah's trembling tummy; Eliza taking command of Sarah's right hand at one point, pulling it off Natalie's thigh and holding it out to the side. FINALLY Foxfire girls break the perimeter, causing tense moments as Sarah's release is negotiated right there in the ring.