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26 December 2011 Title Ch Natalie Portman vs Claire Danes

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Natalie Portman 10.jpg Claire Danes 09.jpg

UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

(Results: Simguy; Words: HISC)

Posted by HISC on 12/26/2011, 5:49 pm

Before: “I respected Natalie a long time before it became fashionable to do so,” Claire notes in prefight, setting a stage for mutual respect between the two Consortium flyweights. “I’ve had good success against her in the past with one glaring exception, but those fights were a boxing lifetime ago. Do I think her successfully defending the flyweight titles in our last match up back in ’05 means anything? Not to me,” the blonde says, not altogether convincingly. “Probably means more to Nat since it ended a four-match losing streak, so she knows she can beat me, if she puts every piece together. But that’s exactly what she’ll have to do. And she won’t.”

Portman offers a wry grin. “I’ve been fighting the Pack for titles since before half of these Disney no-accounts like Scerbo had their union cards. Hell, I took the titles from Mish twice in one year. By the way, is that a record?” A redfaced Michelle doesn’t appreciate being brought into the discussion, at least in this manner, and the World Champion isn’t scoring any points with her veteran stablemates, though Mila cracks a smile and winks at her co-Swanny. Portman disregards the earlier conciliatory words of the D-Train going all ‘Big Time’ on Claire. “She SAID she was going to bantam,” Natalie continues. “But then she gets a whiff of the belts and changes her mind. I respect her record, but I don’t respect that. I think pretty soon she’ll have no reason to stick around.”

Point taken by Claire. Never cut anyone an even break ever again.

Natalie in midnight blue satin push up and panties. Small black gloves. Her hair in milk chocolate shoulder-length waves, loose. Claire in red-plaid sport top and black boy-cut spandex trunks. Red gloves. Hair more golden blonde than strawberry tonight, in short, battle pony.

R1: Both women out carefully, seemingly aware either can take a precision blow of an opening and turn it into something much more. And it’s Natalie determined to give that blow early, pressing the battle to Claire, backing her to the ropes in flanking maneuvers. The brunette snatches the pik-pak game away from Danes. Looking every bit the champion, Portman steers a rattled Claire around the field, besting her blonde foe in both quantity and quality, Danes stymied throughout as she can’t solve Nat’s head fakes nor her lathering right-handed leather. Claire unhurt at the end of one, at least physically, but she’s been put on notice they’re will be no boxing lesson tonight, as the champ scores a shutout to open up her defense.

R2: Claire, unwilling to let Natalie run the same strategy on her again, this time becomes the aggressor. It’s cute pivoting pressure from Danes and a couple early successful combos have Portman on the backpedal. Nat tries to counter, but Claire is thinking two steps ahead. Alternating between chin and chest, Danes has Natalie cringing through the first two minutes then seeks to consolidate her advantage when the champ times another charge and clips Claire’s chin with a blistering left that puts up a big red ‘Stop’ sign. Natalie lunges after a blinking Danes, but the bell comes too early for the brunette. Still, she steals a point from the Wolfie and prevents a complete turnaround.

R3: Cue continuation of Claire turnaround as Portman’s late work in the 2nd proves a mirage. Danes works her height and reach, nibbling at Natalie while keeping out of range. When a frustrated Portman bites, determined to make an impression, Claire spanks her a good clapping left-right. Continuing to pivot, Claire finds her range nicely, tapping on Nat’s door, up front, then sneaking through the windows on the sides. Final minute sees the lather accumulating, Natalie frowning as Danes is finding the sweet spot, clubbing in both rights and lefts until a southpaw cross slips into the scrunched frame of the champ, THUMPING her high in the cheek and temple. The head spin draws a gurgle from Nat, a gasp from the crowd, and an ‘all in’ from the blonde, but the champ shows enough wheels to run out the round. Claire gives Portman a little shoulderblock as they head for opposite corners, Danes letting Natalie know the clock is ticking on her reign.

R4: The message is apparently delivered and Natalie returns it to sender. Out of the box quickly, Nat almost gets to Claire before she’s off her stool, attacking in a Mishy-like rush to judgment. Blocking Danes’ escape with her right arm, Portman, the smaller vixen, throws a startled Claire back into the corner, buries her forehead into the blonde and swathes the Wolfie in leather. There’s not much precision here, just a hard-hearted barrage that Claire can’t repel. The blonde shifts her head, making it a moving target, but Portman finds taut tummy by the gloveful, Danes chirping as each fist from the champ finds some kind of fruit. A groaning, dipping Claire throws her arms around Natalie and the clinch slows down Portman’s hupping blows, but neither does it allow Claire to respond. Danes does break out and stays on her bicycle over the last minute, but she’s struggling to keep Natalie off her when the bell ends yet another turnaround round in this growingly bitter debate.

R5: The duo meet mid-ring for this beginning of this stanza, both women testing each other with their jabbing prowess over the first minute, Claire and Portman parrying, the blonde happy to be dancing with Natalie again and she scores some clean touches. The game of win-a-round ping-pong seems back on pace when Natalie sends a whistling right over a lazy left jab from Claire and DANES’ HEAD IS ON A SWIVEL, Claire’s legs are suddenly like those of a newborn foal, as she gets jiggy with staying upright. A follow-up poking left doesn’t find as much of the D-Train, but another right does and CLAIRE FALLS INTO THE ROPES. The blonde takes a seat in the rubber-coated cables and Natalie sends in savage blows that have Claire sobbing in pain. Danes brings her arms together in front of her lumped up features and the champ proceeds to go to ribs and kidney, helping herself until the bell and then some, sneaking in a couple extra. “Get her off,” Mishy shouts from the outside. As Danes is shuffled to her stool, a winking Nat opens up the ropes toward a steaming Mish and Kristin grabs a shoulder with a white knuckle grip to keep the blonde bulldog in place.

R6: Portman out to finish the job and she meets the blonde on her turf, but it’s the champ’s turn to taste a blistering right hand out of the chute. Mouthpiece sent dribbling from her lips, NATALIE COLLAPSES INTO CLAIRE, throwing her gloves over Danes’ shoulders. Dark eyes wide and blinking, Portman’s perfect pearlies grit, her face pinched in pain as Claire issues b###hy payback with gutting socks to her tummy. The blonde pushes Nat back a step and CLAIRE TAKES RACK ripping into pert jugs with abandon. Final minute: Danes continues her mammary-centric assault, the champ bleating in pain from the ravaging, as she falls into a corner. But as Claire follows her in, sensing Portman on the verge of collapse, Nat makes the aggressor pay a price for her booby call down the stretch and the brunette survives to stagger back to her stool an arm wrapped around her pulsating jubblies.

R7: The pace finally settles down as both blonde and brunette are showing the signs of all-out war. From the outside, Mishy demands Claire attack with Mila doing the same for Nat, but the reeling, lumped up beauties play it close to the vest in a tactician’s round. Not surprisingly, Claire finds the work more to her liking as her footwork sets her up for some point collecting, pik, pek, and pak all pulled out of Danes’ arsenal to keep a wincing Portman at bay. Nat responds with enough similarly low-caliber weaponry to avoid the shutout, but this round seems to be an almost agreed upon breather between the glistening, shopworn fly girls.

R8: The chess work continues to start the next stanza as Danes and Portman tread lightly, seemingly waiting to trap and counter the other, with the cards most likely razor-thin in either direction. Both A-listers sneak their way in and out of trouble for the first couple minutes of the round. A stiff left jab from Claire has Nat stutterstepping and she follows with an overhand right, but it’s all subterfuge from the title holder as she shifts her slinky frame out of the danger zone and sends a crisp left counter to Claire’s jaw. A misstep from the blonde leads to an uppercut that snaps Danes’ head and Claire is wobbly butt, stumbling away, green eyes wide and blinking, the look on her face like a red cape in front of the champ. Nat has time to tear into Claire’s A-cups in retaliation, the blonde taking till she’s pressed tight against the ropes, desperately fending off Portman as her ‘skeeter bites’ get bitten until the bell, Nat leaving a gasping, whimpering Danes to limp back to her corner, as she raises an arm.

R9: Danes seems to show a little trepidation emerging from her corner, her back somewhat turned toward the advancing Natalie, so as to keep her aching plums out of reach. But when the two engage, it’s the sweet scientist D-Train right back on the track. As the first minute bleeds into the second, again brunette and blonde are working each other in conservative fashion, both psyching and flinching, each taking turns bouncing around the other. Final minute: The smaller Portman forgoes the chessboard bringing a BLAZING RIGHT that scoots over Claire’s defenses and DANES BLEATS OUT IN HURT! Claire bunny-hops to her right and stumbles over rubbery legs DROPPING TO ALL FOURS! Danes can’t seem to believe she’s staring at Portman’s shins then up at the beaming face of the champion. As the ref pushes Natalie back, the Swan motions Claire back up for more. Danes takes a harried 8. AND NATALIE’S BACK ON HER! Portman goes to work on Claire, taking whatever she wants from the overwhelmed Wolfie. Danes’ short blonde pony is swishing back and forth as her noggin gets banged around like a pinball. Portman even slows down for a second or two to put a little more accuracy on her potshots as Claire is well beyond firing back and a couple consecutive blows to Danes’ chin TURN CLAIRE’S LEGS OFF, the blonde IMPLODING TO HER BACKSIDE, legs folded beneath her. Claire’s takes a shuddering 8 that ends with her rising at the bell, Natalie flustered at the immediate opportunity to end the match getting away.

R10: A reeling Claire heads out for the 10th, but it looks like the middle of the ring is the last place she wants to be and the brunette shows it’s not without good reason as she cleans up from the get-go battering a gun-shy Danes from pillar to post. Claire is now treated to a body-battering barrage that has her sobbing from the jug and ab abuse of the unrelenting Portman. The limber legs that started the fight are used up as Claire’s belted into the ropes and to a standstill. Danes takes a horrific pasting at the hands of the her titleholding and resplendent stablemate, Natalie driving an exclamation point home on this one, as she batters Claire senseless, just short of collecting the KO. Comes back UD10 for the winner and STILL Flyweight Champion – Natalie Portman.

AFTER: Natalie teaches the would-be general of Swan-Pack a lesson on how to close a title match, taking the reins of the organization with both hands. She moves to Claire’s corner, a wobbly and battered Danes rising to offer a hand of congratulations, but Portman shakes her head with a grin. She shoves Claire into the buckles behind her. A stunned Danes, eyes welling, snot bubbles blowing out of her nostrils, is mounted in domineering fashion, Nat’s immaculate, softly tanned tummy pressing into Claire’s face, forcing it sideways, Danes’ roiling emotions available for all to see. A surprising show of hegemony on the part of Natalie, as she’s making not only a profound statement to Claire, but also Mish and Kreuk, who stare up in disbelief at her actions. Next to them Mila snickers. “Watch out or I’ll do the same to you,” she notes confidently in Mishy’s ear. Eliza steps between another erupting blonde-brunette battle before it can break out. The one in the ring has been apocalyptic enough for one night