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19 February 2012 Title Ch Natalie Portman vs Hayden Panettiere

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UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by simguy on 2/19/2012, 4:37 pm

BEFORE: Pre-fight sessions tense and tumultuous as Hayden is dragged into one physical encounter after another...but not by Nattie P. Portman stands back and observes as Kristin Kreuk - looking to score brownie points - handles the tawdry Hayden-baiting duties. "To me, Hayden's a threat to Disney-class brats," Natalie says at podium, "not superstar celebrity athletes. I credit Scarlett with building a performance ceiling over top Hayden - a ceiling I'll reinforce. It's the skills and speed yes, of course, but it's also the fitness. Hayden broke into the business with a new standard of conditioning, but after Black Swan, I think it's fair to say that I've rewritten the book on that score. I'm going to touch Hayden up, AND wear her out in a way Johannson couldn't have dreamed of." Panny scowling, vexed by Kreuk...she's spoiling for the fight 6 weeks out. "Natalie's been champ too long," Panettiere says in prefight, "she's starting to believe her own crap. She's crafty and good - not saying she's an easy out - but as long as I'm first and I'm keeping her under pressure, she can't hurt me. If you can't hurt me, you can't keep me off, and uh oh: at that point, you've got a serious problem. She's gonna need all that "B.S." conditioning: running from me is going to test her cardio for sure!" Hayd in shades-of-red horizontally barred bikini; small red mitts; hair in tidy brawler's bun. Natalie in navy bandeau with sturdy top coverage and low-rise boyleg bottoms; small pink mitts; hair in slick brawler's bun.

During R1: Hayd attacking...Natalie fading, walking Panny in, touching her up. Nat pinging out jabs short, then tapping at Hayd as blonde roams into range, then sticking Hayden hard as blonde closes...then Portman scrubs away rigid rights and lefts in criss-cross patterns across Hayden's face prior to sidestep-hopping to either side. Hayd pre-empted, getting scoured...she's encroaching, but can't anticipate Natalie's escape routes. Portman polishing away for a shutout late, really scrubbing rights and lefts across Hayden's chin/mouth late and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Hayden tripping over her own feet from the brisk buffetting upon her face...she's up quickly, scowling furiously as Natalie's all grins.

R2: Same again - Hayden scooting forward, bringing the pressure, starting to find the range with swinging rights to Natalie's portside ribs/stubby jabs to Natalie's jugs, but it's still Portman's ring management dictating terms. Natalie keeping her back clear of ropes; wiry legs drifting her back from pressure, then hopping her to either side while chipping/tapping/knocking jabs and combinations pelt away head-and-shoulders on Hayden.

R3: Hayd weaving her way forward, getting tracked: Natalie's jab just chippin' and chiselin', worrying away on Hayden's face. Portman moving her feet while pumping poke...pretty to see her jitterbugging around and getting off, always tappin'. Minute mark, Natalie dips left shoulder, fits oncoming Hayden for a cracking, pinpoint left uppercut to chin...Panny stumbles past Nat's right flank, wobbly-butt from diamond-cutting accuracy. Portman wheeling to the attack, letting hands go in flurries: Hayden buffetted and scrubbed about her face, forced into cranky earmuff, prompting Nat to switch focus and lather away brisk to ribs. Hayd busting up some, but continuing to come forward...latter half the round a non-stop whirl of flyweight hup-hup as both girls bat away brisk to bell. Nat pushing Hayden off after the break, eyes blazing: Hayden scowling, looking to push back in as ref keeps 'em separated.

R4: Hayden jitterbugging her feet - bipping in and out - working her stubby jabs to Nat's jugs, then walloping Nat wide, straight arm rights loud against the flank. Natalie frowning, circling away...she's having trouble shaking Hayden's determined pursuit. Blonde girl an effective scrubber this round - tidying up Natalie's ribs both hands; hooking the paunch...it's Hayden chasing Natalie down, then drubbing her until Portman can affect escape.

R5: Ring-a-ding-dong-dandy punching both ways - girls lighting each other up with blink-and-you-missed-it quick-mitted ferocity. Pre-emptive left uppercut picks up Hayden's chin: she's all eyebrows-high in astonishment for a split second. Hayd with a pair of poking rights out of the bob jams Nat's cheek/neck, driving her back. Flurry to the breadbasket bunches Hayden up, allowing Nat to squirt round blonde left flank. Hayd steps in a stubby jab to jugs; hooks in around right elbow; wraps the right around Nat's head as brunette ducks inside the shot; Nat jerks the right uppercut to body from inside; straightens to hook Hayden's chin, putting blonde girl on her heels, then trades short-righty inside. Back and forth like that - ringing two-way action from kinetic girls who bounce and punch at the same time. Bell: they're still at it - teeth bared, eyes afire, fists whirling until ref moves in.

R6: Hayden breaks down Natalie's jab for the first time, pressurizing brunette to ropes. Nat: gritting/baring teeth; butt-in-ropes...she's covering up/fighting back under withering pressure. Hayden fighting off Natalie's bow - swinging that wide, straight-arm right to ribs; hooking off the right plant-leg to work tummy and jugs; bouncing right hands off the top of Nat's scalp; looping rights round Nat's raised guard to clout her jaw. Nat active in the pocket - bobbing at the waist, moving her head, but she can't get out of there...Hayden commands top position bell to bell, handing out a busy little drubbing to the champ. Bell, Hayden happy, shouts: "HAH!" in Natalie's hot-cheeked face...Portman cringing from body ache can only scowl in response.

R7: Furious two-way tic-tac-toe, hup-hup-hup as little battlers look to drench the other in punches. Natalie's face in tight grimace, her whole body shredding into taut muscular relief as she dowses Hayden in flurries...Panny covering up against the headwind, right hand palm-out at left eye/left across her breasts, the left hand in under right elbow. When Hayden's getting off - she'll bounce ringing right/lefts off ribcage; look for right uppercuts off right leg; hook from off the left plant leg. Whirling combat travels the ring, bounces off ropes - girls panting and whining to get extra work done. Bell: ref has to pull seething wildcats away from each other...both vixens busting up nicely through 7.

R8: Natalie stitching jabs to Hayden's face/brows while pivoting clockwise - spiteful Portman poke starting to close Hayden's left eye. Nat's eyes cold, intense as she's working behind her jab - dropping in PIK! PIK! PAK! jab-jab-right hand straight-lick combos from distance. Hayden grimacing, her pursuit slowing...Natalie's constant needling attack starting to take its toll. Panny mounting robust attacks in spots - bouncing loud rights and lefts off ribcage and trying to cash in chin via left uppercut, but Natalie doing a nice job keeping her chin off the menu, circling away once Hayden's getting off strong.

R9: Hayden forward into the snowstorm of Natalie's punches - little brunette scouring her blonde, backing away in good order to lure Hayden in. Panny grumpy from the constant nagging touch of Portman...blonde girl showing right at left eye/left at right elbow more and more as she's trying to bob her way close. Nat's legs springy as she's "puttin' the pepper" to Panny - chippy, stinging rights and lefts keeping blonde girl under wraps, then Nat sidesteps to start fresh. Down the stretch, Natalie: pinging jabs locating Hayden's guard as Portman's sliding back; straight right off the shoulder, punching onto Hayden's right eye; jagged left uppercut nips blonde chin; swiping right whack blonde paunch; Portman fades back half a step, walking Hayden's chin onto left uppercut; buggywhipping left smites Hayden atop right hip as blonde girl's stumbling past brunette right flank to hit ropes face-first. HAYDEN'S WOBBLY BUTT! Hayd turning so she's back-on-ropes, dukes at temples: Natalie bares teeth, moves in on frazzled blonde girl. Little left uppercut taps chin in between Hayden's mitts; little right uppercut; right hand doubles down to whack Hayden's belly; Another whacking right clouts that paunch; gouging hook smites the jubblies; right uppercut clips the chin, knocks Hayden's knees together and has her spellbound at bell! Panny blinking, reeling open-mouthed at ropes...Natalie brazen, shouts: "KICKIN' YER BUNS, HAYD!" as ref moves in.

R10: Hayd tragically busted up, but plucky and undaunted...she moves in strong, determined to finish Nat Portman. Early on, Portman fading her blonde, fading her...then rolling-with a Hayden right/answering back tight right uppercut to chin, bringing Hayden's heels scooting forward! Panny all lit up, stunned and staring: Natalie clouts Hayd's face left/right/left - now just opening up and treating herself. Hayd blundering forward on trembling legs: Natalie retreating in good order, big smile on her face as she plays her mitts against Hayden's tummy right/left/right/left - sidestepping 'round Hayden's right flank to stay clear of ropes. Panny turning, hurting, coming forward...Natalie pinging jabs, some to locate, others to sting, keeping Hayden at arm's length until it's time to pounce-in and flurry. Hayden brave, getting pasted, but always trying to move forward...fresh-legged Natty P circles, tidies up, touching her blonde for harsh, small-glove points. UD10 for the winner and STILL flyweight champ - Natalie Portman!

After: Natalie beaming as her fist is raised: Hayden lumpy, distraught, trying to choke back tears as she catches a bit of an ass-kicking from a very motivated champion on the night. "Ceiling confirmed!" Natalie gushes in postfight, glorying in the win. "Scarlett kind of sketched in the limits to Hayden's performance; I went in and built a roof of brick over that girl's head tonight! Anything she wanted to do, I took away from her. My fists were constantly at her - touching her, hurting her, letting her know I was there...don't let her tell you I didn't take her heart tonight, 'cause that's exactly what I got in my backpocket right now. Did she quit? I mean, when you cross your arms in front of your face and hope for the best, you're kind of quitting; you're basically helpless and at the other girl's mercy, so yeah - I think I brought out the quitter in Hayden tonight. Beat her buns, broke her heart, stripped her of her pride...that's a damn good night's work, I'd say!"