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9 December 2011 Title Ch Kelly Brook vs Blake Lively

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QUEEN OF THE ICE HOTEL

 

Posted by simguy on 12/9/2011, 1:23 pm, in reply to "Weekend PPV: Kat Dennings vs Kim Kardashian"

 

Before: Press conference held at the Ice Hotel itself - both women dressed like Russian oligarchs in expensive furs and outrageous jewelry. "I've brought Blake here to break her," Kelly says crisply in prefight. "She needs to feel the weight and majesty of me, and what better place to make her understand than the Ice Hotel? With Blake firmly under control, I'll be positioned for a glorious 2012 campaign, but as always: empire begins at home, so Lively must suffer." Blake making ostentatious yawning gestures throughout Kelly's speech: American girl eager to impose her own rule in the frozen palace. "I was born to be Ice Queen," Blake shrugs at podium. "Kelly fell into her position here against a woman who could no longer hold her own, but I will take this place from Kelly like a conqueror should. It won't be Kelly consolidating her power, it'll be me. With the Ice Hotel as my base, I'll fan out and engulf the entire lightweight division in 2012. What better place to inaugurate the reign of Blake Lively? Kelly's downfall will mark my ascension, and taking this from her will effectively finish her as Jeri's front-line lightweight!" Both girls dressed in 1,000,000 years BC style fur bikinis and mukluks; seal-skin mittens in lieu of leather gloves; big fluffy mukluks; hair loose and tangly in barbarian-queen fashion. During stare-down, women wear long fur coats - albino mink for Lively; dark sable for Kelly - their breasts and bellies peeking out of the open fronts.

During R1: Brook stalking - pawing the left - looping the right up and around...punch will follow-through to Brook's left hip if it doesn't slam to a halt upside Lively's head en route. Lively more technical - sticking that jab in ones and twos - often stamping into Brook's jugs; dropping in straight, elastic rights ticketed for Brook's mouth. Both girls having moments - taking turns scoring/backing each other up, but Kelly's heavier hands prove decisive midway through: big, slopping right strokes Blake ear-t0-chin on her left side and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Lively just bludgeoned to all fours as her back (right) knee gives way first: Brook lifting mitts, bellowing down at her stablemate as ref pushes big Brit away. Lively shakes off harm, but she's wobbly-butt...Blake's punches weak and pushy thereafter as she's stumbling to her right along perimeter - Kelly walking her down and pouring on extra right hands for insurance.

R2: Kelly aggressive, emboldened by the failure of Lively's legs: Blake clobbered upside the head by that swinging right a number of times early, sent stumbling in retreat as a result. Lively baring teeth, trying to jab Kelly off her: spicy Lively one-twos address Kelly's breasts, but can't keep Brook from looping righty, bashing away again and again upside Lively's head. Blake hurt on multiple occasions - long legs spasming and stomp-stepping for balance at times: Lively belted and pushed around, but doing well to avoid another knockdown as the Ice Queen has her way.

R3: Kelly just feeling for Blake with the left, then looping over the top righty: Brook clearly pinning her ears back and going for the stoppage on a rickety blonde girl. Lively hurt, disheveled, but resolute, keeping up a steady jab-bombardment of Kelly's jugs and starting to get Brook's attention. Lively also adjust with her legs - no longer simply pivoting clockwise around her poke...now she's slide-stepping back half a step, causing Brook to fall in with her right hand while coming up short on it. Midway through, Lively hits paydirt...Brook lunges in from too far out...Blake's set and ready: short, pulverizing 6 inch right off Blake's shoulder toggles Brook's chin as Kelly's charging in. QUEEN DOWN! Kelly's heels skidding forward as Lively cashes in - Brook dropped to her back with a crash; crowd roaring to it's feet as Lively's glaring down. Kelly destitute...face pinched in pain, head tossing side to side as she tries to rally off her back: Queen beats the count shabby, still blinking woozy when ref waves Blake on in. Lively snarling - sticking her jab in between Kelly's raised mitts then DRILLING her righty up the middle: Blake just force-feeding Kelly the hurt with text book one-twos. Brook's head kicking back...she's rocked, just trying to keep mitts-at-brows...Lively chip-chipping away with the jab, then POURING home the hammer. BROOK HOOKS OFF THE ROPES! Dying moments, Kelly getting drilled - suddenly she answers a short, biting left to chin that has Blake stepping in fence-post-holes. Kelly hurt; Blake hurt...girls paw at each other to locate, then swing away wide-righty and DOWN GOES BLAKE! Lively bashed behind her left ear, wobbles out of orbit to her right, dropping to all fours; Kelly rocked back into ropes which hold her up, possibly preventing the double knockdown. Lively beats the count spellbound and swooning at the bell: both girls wandering thunder-struck to respective corners.

R4: Battered beauties shuffle to midring...chins tucked; steam rising from disheveled, sweaty tangles. Fighters leaning forward, bumping foreheads, then both take turns mining the other's gut for quit. Kelly: elbows tight above her hips; fists at cheeks...she stands there grunting as Lively loads up and THUMPS the breadbasket a thudding right; takes a moment to reload; THUMPS the left to gut; touches her knuckles at Kelly's wrists, then: THUMPS home that short, digging right hand again. Kelly's turn as Blake covers up: thick, thudding blows shaking Lively in her stance...blonde girl just hunched forward, absorbing until Kelly covers up. Blake's turn: she grunts on delivery - long arms tightening up stroke as she shovels in the torment. Kelly's turn: same grim work - fur-lined mitts sounding out with muffled thumps on golden-brown beef. Bell: both women staring, hollow-eyed, mouth breathing, steam rising from sweaty backs as they separate, stagger to respective corners.

R5: Grim slugging session continues...girls too damaged to do much more than stand their ground, stoop forward behind their mitts and work when it's their turn. Kelly on autopilot - sometimes starting her series with a straight, palm-down right to Blake's stomach. Blake occasionally hacking at Kelly with scytching, palm-up left hooks that carve across Brook's hip/tummy beneath right elbow. Back and forth - girls taking methodical hacks, then covering up...Blake maybe takes the heat when she settles into a chugging left/right uppercut rhythm late, decimating Kelly's jugs in close.

R6: Same grueling stand-and-deliver...girls gasping when smote; grunting when punching. Each loading up, getting hips and back into each single shot...punches thumping out from tender torsos, drawing winces from ringsiders. Both girls mug jugs via chugging uppercuts in spots: the victim standing in strong, ashen faced, then answering back without a shred of pity when it's her turn. Bell: both fighters devastated - Lively blubbering; Kelly sleepy on her feet...agonizing to watch them cringe back to their corners for repairs.

R7: Girls stumble into one another's arms; push each other out to slugging distance, then it's mindless body-slugging punctuated by the odd clout to ear or pumping hup-hup sortie to jug. Bit by bit it's Kelly - short, clouting lefts and rights stroking ear-to-jaw on Blake, backing her up. Lively fighting off the ropes late, but looking shabby, punches losing steam as Brook focusses on the tummy, crippling Lively at bell. Blake butt-in-ropes, weeping as she hugs her ribs...Kelly reeling on the spot, eyes glassy...Brook waves the ref in for a closer look, telling him: "She's finished stop this."

Lively: "NO!" crying, still hugging herself, but fierce in her pain.

Brook: "Just quit."

Lively: "Never!"

R8: Blake covered up...cringing as Kelly curls a short, circular right off the sternum. Kelly steps forward a smidge, whirls a hook across blonde sternum, sensing give. Blake sobbing, backing up while keeping mitts at cheeks: Brook steps into her with another short, circular right to gut; wider left slopped round behind Blake's right elbow. Lively groaning, issues weak right uppercut, nudging Kelly's right breast; Blake bumps jug a second time with the right then trades short, clouting hooks to chin, stumbling backwards into ropes upon receipt as Kelly wades forward. RIGHT HAND KELLY BROOK! Big, sloshing roundhouse wide to the jaw, coming to a jarring stop against Lively's head...Lively out on her feet, but hovering on the spot, legs refusing to give out. Kelly shifts weight, shoves left uppercut to belly, easing Blake's butt into ropes...blonde girl sighing in pain, pitching slowly forward: Kelly reaches in under Blake's arms, chesting her upright against ropes, ragdolling her as blonde girl's helpless. Kelly's eyes dull with brutality - left hand sorts out Blake's chest, holding her in position for a drifting right to chops! Lively's head tosses back, then slops forward...she's out, but Kelly's able to kiss her an insurance right hand before the ref can jump in there. Brook tackled away as Blake swoons to canvas...Ice Queen retains her prestige via KO8 Brook.

AFTER: Main-foyer doors of the Hotel slide apart: Lively staggers through, sprawling awkwardly on the icy driveway as Kelly throws the blonde out by the scruff of her neck. Lively gasping, trying to push-up: Furious Kelly hurls Blake's suitcases into the driveway with a two-handed hammer-throw grip.

Kelly: wearing her sable coat, open in the front.

Blake: fur bikini only.

Both girls have removed their gloves.

Audience laughing, chatting, carrying their drinks out into the driveway as Kelly moves in on Blake.

Lively whining as Kelly grabs blonde hair - the damp locks steaming in the cold. Blake pulled to her feet, but doubled over as Kelly hair-tugs blonde towards the snow drifts piled high on the far side of the road.

Kelly hurls Blake into the drift: it's a 45 degree incline. Blonde girl rolls onto her back, distressed.

Kelly crosses arms against her breasts and PLOWS into Blakes offending, yet helpless jugs: brunette crushing blonde into the snow, creating a 4 inch blake-shaped impression. Lively sobbing out: Kelly pouring forward jug-on-face...job of work to secure it as Lively writhes to her right, getting her left arm up into the smother. Kelly patiently wrestling Blake onto her back and pushing in again...blonde girl trying to roll side to side, her struggles slowly extinguished by a heartless Queen.

Finally, Kelly secures jugs-on-face seal, wrapping Blake up in the sable folds of Brook's coat-sleeves, while Kelly's bare tummy presses in on Blake's. Kelly's coat obscures the blonde beneath, but Lively's hands push at Brook's hips, or reach around her warm back to hug her close.

Lively's struggling eventually slows to stillness...Kelly sits up with a satisfied smirk, her knees pushing into snow on either side of Blake's hips. Blake moaning, out - her eyes closed, lips pursed: steam rises off her sweaty face and conquered jugs/tummy.

Kelly takes a handful of snow, crushing it into the valley between Lively's full breasts...Queen massaging in the cold to bring her blonde around. Lively gasping into shocked consciousness, only to be engulfed in jug as Kelly descends once again.

On and on: Kelly's jugs taking full ownership of Blake; snow-packed breast-wash bringing blonde girl around; more jug.

Finally, Kelly pushes up off her conquest, wiping her mouth and gazing down in dark satisfaction. Lively spellbound, totally used up as a limo pulls up to take shattered blonde to airport.

 

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