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9 December 2011 Title Ch Natalie Portman vs Cassie Scerbo

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UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

 

Posted by simguy on 12/9/2011, 1:18 pm

 

BEFORE: "Poor Cassie," Natalie mock-laments at podium before a sea of journalists, klieg lights, cameras and such. "This ain't like a Mouse-house casting call smoker or a dorm-room spat...Cassie's never seen this many reporters in one place - and it's only just beginning. A-list pressure baby...Cassie's up against the HISC Mystique and A-List mystique both and I guarantee you, her little tummy's doing flip-flops right now. Cass: lemme show you something..."Nat holds out hand; attendant gives her her BEST ACTRESS OSCAR; Portman fronts it on Cassie. "Boom goes the dynamite, girl. Nobody will think the worse of you if you back out at the weigh-in." Scerbo steamin': Nat's high-hand has fiery litte blonde all revved up at podium. "THERE IS NO A-LIST MYSTIQUE!" Cassie declares. "And there sure as HELL is no HISC mystique. Disney's been whooping up on HISC all year - check it: Tisdale stopped Claire Danes; Vanessa's been hounding and battering Mishy...WE'RE BETTER THAN YOU! Plus, don't forget I beat up and knocked out Hayden. Your dumb oscar isn't going to be in the ring fighting for you - it's just your aging, scabby body against my GLORIOUS one. And I'll tell you something about our old casting-call smokers: you wouldn't have lasted two minutes, Natalie. Taking the title from you will be a picnic in comparison." Cassie in black lace push up; pink boy cut soft-snug panties; small black gloves; hair in golden curls. Nat in midnight blue satin finish push up and panties; small pink gloves; frosted hair straight/loose.

During R1: Nat jabbin', sidesteppin' - well-timed poke breaking up Cassie's jitterbug rhythm. Wide ranging action covers every inch of canvas...Cassie trying to press her attack to Nat's ribs; Portman separating behind her jab, then lathering combos as Cassie moves in. Both girls score, but it's all on Portman's timetable in a tactical first.

R2: Similar pace and look - fighters scurrying around the ring, coming together for blazing bursts of flyweight hup-hup back and forth...then it's all about Nat's jab as they disengage. Nat's pesky left hand finding Cassie's face; twisting into Cassie's breasts...Portman dictating terms, looking increasingly smug. Down the stretch, Natalie double-dabs the jab as a screen; slap-chops the right down atop Cassie's trembling breasts, then rings up rack left/right/left with straight, short, pummeling combo. Bell: Cassie pouting in fury; Natalie winks, skips away with "I'm better than you" body language.

R3: Cassie gets her jitterbugging footwork together - darting in and out, letting her hands go in tic-tac-toe up top. Portman trying to block, but blonde lefts and rights punch-past: Natalie drilled onto her heels, looking a little spooked as Scerbo finds face with authority. Hooks for Cassie in pursuit - leaning in on front (left) leg to cuff at Natalie's waist...challenger has champ scowling/beckpedaling. Scerbo feinting, then jumping in power right hand leads, cleaning up hooks...second minute a demoralizing Portman retreat as champ is caught across her face again and again. Final minute, Natalie stops, chugs away right/left/right to CAssie's breadbasket, bringing blonde-girl up short...Scerbo hunkers forward, lets her hands go, and it's a good old fashioned flyweight hup-hup. Small mitts hustling back and forth...fighters tight lipped, narrow-eyed, tense with the effort of churning punches underneath. Bell: fighters still tearing at one another's bellies...ref pulls seething vixens apart, sends 'em to respective corners.

R4,5: Long hard minutes for Cassie Scerbo as Nat Portman hangs out her "Class In Session" shingle. Educated jabs pre-empting Cassie, poking her out of her rhythm, scoring on her face, disrespecting her jugs PIK! PAK! Natalie circling, humming along, picking out targets: left eye; breasts; mouth; both cheeks. Nat's legs dictating to Cassie's...Portman circling to her left, turning blonde-girl...when Cassie forms up earmuff, Natalie steps in close, tucks the tidy left hook in behind blonde right elbow once, twice PIK! PAK! Outside, Natalie's elbows in, hands up loose and relaxed, just doling out a steady pinpoint drubbing: Cassie's face lumping up under the drilling impacts; blonde breast-tops a nice glowing pink. Defensively, Nat basically using her legs to create angles and distance, but she'll slip the odd shot with a head-bob while firing back a check-receipt, punching Cassie in her mouth with either hand as Scerbo's missing. Dazzling stuff: 6 minutes of Natalie helping herself to extra portions of Cassie...Scerbo tough and brave, even when she's getting picked apart or pasted. After each round, Cassie's watching Natalie prance back to her corner all "A-list cocky": trainer tells Cassie after 5 to "stop worshipping her and knock her on her ass!"

R6: Turning point as girls fight a series of pitched battles in spots all around the ring: savage flyweight hup-hup sessions with shoulders rolling, teeth bared, fists spanking out PIK! PAK! PEK! rhythms on toned little bodies. Cassie outhustles Natalie - trading with her, then walking her down as Portman's usually first to back out of the kitchen. Hopping footwork by Cassie keeps her in constant contact...she's bipping in close, leading a wide right to Nat's ribcage, then cleaning up from there. By the final bell, Natalie's looking over-heated, just trying to maintain output as Cassie's letting hands go in crowd-pleasing bursts.

R7: Same again - Cassie able to hop in and out, forcing Natalie into blazing exchanges in spots all around the ring. Scerbo just a-CHUGGING in her work - rolling lefts and rights hup-hup-hup to Natalie's belly and ribs with rising trajectory, backing Portman up. Natalie frazzled, issuing check-jabs as she retreats, but Scerbo pouncing in, maintaining the sizzling heat. Midway through, robust right/left/right to belly has Natalie stricken: while she's all cramped up, Scerbo shifts to her left, tucks a hook in behind Nat's right elbow; chops a palm-up hook down across Nat's right cheek; shoves the palm-up right into Nat's tummy and PORTMAN GOES DOWN! Scerbo SO excited - shouting down "YAH!" until ref bodies her away. Natalie beats the count all spooked and shaken: she covers up earmuff/butt-in-ropes as Cassie quickly closes to pour on the leather. Wicked stuff...Cassie quick shifting side to side to give Nat angles from the front, viciously going at that Oscar-winning body. Bell: Cassie banks an extra hook to ribs for insurance, bringing HISC corner hollering up onto the apron!

R8: Portman visibly drained, but rallying behind her jab: she fights a masterful stinky round - bounding along the aprons; changing directions to sidestep Cassie; touching Cassie light, pre-emptive punches before quickly evading her. Blonde girl furious, frustrated, unable to get back on a body she KNOWS is hurting...Natalie shamelessly draws boos, manufactures points, and gets herself together with a boxing 8th. Cassie stamping her foot and berating the ref: "Make her stop running!"

R9: Rolling start for Cassie before the bell - she takes a page out of Mishy's book, getting on Nat almost before the HISC stool is cleared. Battle in and around HISC corner - Cassie in tight elbows-in configuration, letting hands go in 3 punch bursts. Natalie pelted, bouncing herself off either set of corner ropes, trying to billiard-ball herself past Cassie to no avail. Insane whirling pressure of Cassie Scerbo...Natalie constantly startled as her cheeks are swept, or her ribs are drummed. Attempts to clinch are met with hard pushes from Cassie as blonde girl keeps hands-free and working. Withering, non-stop stuff has Natalie covering up along ropes late, Cassie CARVING at her behind either elbow with palm-up, hacking chops. OH Cassie's smiting...poor Natalie stiffening up, helpless under the onslaught and PORTMAN GOES DOWN! Nat just spilling onto her left hip all worn out and panting...Cassie lifting her right foot to stomp on Nat's thighs, but ref quickly bodies blonde-girl away with a reminder that stomping is bad.

R10: Natalie rallies behind the jab, systematically closing Cassie's left eye after having nagged at it all night long. Clockwise rotation...Nat's leaning in with short rights to Cassie's chin, then wailing away left/right/left to gut with a limber, chop-swatting delivery. Cassie slowing down, reactions slowing: she gets beaten to hooks midway through and Scerbo's knees bennnnd like she's going down as crowd squeals. Scerbo able to backpedal out of it, hitting ropes in a fog: hard-eyed Nat stomps in all "vengeance is mine" and rip-ROARS her way into Cassie's helpless knockers! Natalie: chugging, lefts and rights stamping out criss-cross rhythm, pasting Cassie's breasts back to the stone age. Scerbo wilting...wilting...crowd screaming...then CASSIE STARTS SLUGGING! Mindless, pitch-and-catch brawl erupts as Cassie fights off unconsciousness to smite Natalie's face and ribs...both girls getting torn up in the maelstrom as Portman's bid-to-finish comes up short. Bell: girls still ripping and shredding at each other...decision comes back UD10 Draw!

Terrible battle damage in both corners: faces all puffy and sore, bodies aching, legs on the verge of quit. HISC corner informs Natalie she's taking the draw and retaining the title, but when Portman delivers the news to Cassie in her corner, Portman says: "Tiebreak accepted. Let's finish this."

Cassie: "Good!" Then, as Natalie's turning away. "Natalie?"

Nat turns, eyebrows raised.

"Cassie: "I'm taking those belts."

Portman's eyes: No mercy.

R11: Cassie slugging underneath with an "I-HATE-YOUR-RIBS" rhythm - lefts and rights bouncing off Oscar-winning chassis. Natalie spinning off ropes, backpedaling for distance, but Cassie's too quick - constantly closing and houding POrtman into a new patch of ropes. Natalie's teeth bared...she's basically in tight elbows-in peek-a-boo, just weathering torment: Cassie ripping away palm-up, carving lefts and rights in whirling arcs behind either Portman elbow, chopping down across ribcage. Bell: Natalie crying, pushing Cassie back by her chest...ref moves in before Scerbo can smite righty-to-chin late. Scerbo stomping angry-butt back to her corner, raising her fists above her head en-route.

R12: Natalie jab-jab-jabbing, pivoting to her left, then parking that tight left hook in under Cassie's right tricep as blonde-girl covers up. Cassie jabbing to locate, then looking to churn: Scerbo's pummeling fists just tenderizing Natalie tonight, making her ache. Champ keeping distance, picking her spots to step in and work hup-hup-hup...Portman pursing her lips when she lets her hands go in uppercutting combinations underneath. Both girls working, but Nat's jab dictating the terms in a razor's edge 12th. During the break, Cassie squeezes tears out of tightly-shut eyes as ice-pack is pressed to throbbing breasts.

13: Natalie announcing herself left/right straight to Cassie's tit-tops...blonde girl startled long enough for Nat to lean in, fit hook-to-liver, then tie up for ref's break. Nat jabbing jug as she motors clockwise, angering Cassie: blonde girl presses, misses punches as Natalie weaves and sidesteps. Nat's jab back to work on Cassie's left eye; slap-chop right hands spanking atop Cassie's breasts, then that hook behind Cassie's right elbow...blonde girl looking a little stricken as champ starts putting punches together. Midway through, Natalie slide-stepping in retreat, feeding Cassie check-jabs as blonde-girl comes forward...Portman suddenly erupts! Right hand parts Cassie's breasts; hook bites a chunk out of Cassie's solar plexus; clipping right uppercut chips Cassie's chin, momentarily turning off the power to Scerbo's legs. Cassie tottering back into ropes all eyelashes fluttering: she covers up face-in-gloves, giving away ribs on the cheap to marauding Portman. Nat squares away all hardhearted, touching at Cassie's head or guard before whip-licking her viciously to the body on either side. Savage stuff - Cassie crippled, but refusing to quit...she takes her lickings, coughs up the 13th and loses the fight as Natalie pours it on for the tiebreak win. UD13 for the winner and STILL flyweight champ, Natalie Portman.

AFTER: Scerbo trying not to cry during the formal announcement, lower lip trembling as Natalie's hand is raised. Portman fronting on Scerbo as soon as convenient, thrusting the Oscar in Cassie's face and finally drawing angry tears as Scerbo pushes the statuette away...officials intervene before further ugliness can mar the event. "She was fighting spooked the whole night," Natalie says, statuette cradled in right arm; face puffy, eyes swollen to slits. "She just never got over the whole 'Wonder of Natalie' effect. I had my way with her - went to her jugs anytime I wanted - closed her eye...honestly, I probably could have stopped her anytime I wished, but I was in a real comfortable zone and felt like cruising. I have no respect for disney-brats, and even less for women who lose to them...you have to put your foot down on girls like this and really crush the spirit out of them!"

 

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