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10 June 2012 Natalie Portman vs Michelle Trachtenberg

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Posted by simguy on June 10, 2012, 9:12 am

BEFORE: "You take fights for different, very specific reasons," Portman says in prefight, addressing concerns that Michelle might not be on Nat's level as a boxer. "One of those reasons is to demonstrate absolute supremacy. Our goal here is not to create a give and take battle of wills...rather, we're going to show that Michelle's will is irrelevant. HISC fans in particular understand the thrill of flawless execution: there is something exquisite about holding another proud woman in thrall - showing her that there's nothing she can do to stop what's happening. That's what this fight offers - not a slugfest for the hoi-ploi, but an artistic masterpiece for the enlightened fan."

Michelle pursing her lips, rolling her eyes...she's got a different marketing slant. "Obviously, Natalie's a highly skilled, superbly conditioned fighter who is rightfully favoured in this contest," Michelle admits at podium. "But this fight isn't just a showcase for Portman's virtuosity...it's a chance for the upset of the frigging year! This fight isn't about her at all - we KNOW what she's going to do. This fight is about me - how I just might shock the world; how I might lay claim to Natalie afterwards and display HER like a trophy. THAT'S what fans want to see: Michelle Trachtenberg hanging tough, banging it out, finding Natalie's delicate little chin and getting her in trouble. One good hit will put her in trouble; two will finish her."

Nat in leopard print bandeau bikini; small black gloves; hair in tightly wound braid-bun. Michelle in midnight blue crushed velvet bra and panties; small pink gloves; hair up with sexy bangs framing face.

During R1: Natalie: crisp-steppin' footwork to her right; stitch-quick left jab...Michelle hands up, blocking poke, turning on the spot. Minute mark: swift right/left/right rakes Michelle's defences...she thinks it's over as Natalie's hopping counter-clockwise, but trailing, delay-hook from Portman claws across Michelle's brow: THERE GO TRACHTENBERG'S LEGS! Michelle hurt - she forms earmuff midring...Natalie steps-to, pounds a lead right off the guard; digs the left uppercut to tummy, buckling Michelle's knees as she's backing into ropes. Portman in pursuit, squares up: stubby lead right hand tries the guard again; cutting palm-up hook slices in under Michelle's right elbow, dropping Trachtenberg's hands as she cringes; immediate right hand punches straight to face, followed by extra digging hook downstairs. Trachs in trouble, but answering, hooking Natalie across the mouth, then wrapping the right around Portman's head as she dips inside. Nat fighting off Michelle's chest rest of the way - wide-spread feet anchor a savage body attack - Natalie just a-digging in hooks to liver and waist as Michelle grimaces in pain, forms crossed-arm at the body to compensate.

R2: Midring - straight punching Nat-P combos penetrate Michelle's guard...Trachtenberg sputters out of orbit, staggering past Natalie's left flank. Portman turning, pouncing - swift, slashing rights and lefts keep MIchelle tumbling...Trachtenburg hitting ropes in disarray, then sliding to her right in tight earmuff, as Natalie lets hands go. Portman tight-lipped, cold-eyed as she steps-with...stiff left hand jabs and cuffs at Michelle's defence while stabbing straight rights seek to penetrate. Trachtenburg frequently unhinged - spilling hurt into corners along ropes...she keeps her feet, but she's a staring, frazzled beauty as Natalie whips butt bell to bell.

R3: Nat steps to midring, planting in straight-legged, gesturing for Michelle to put her dukes up and join her. Trachtenberg approaching cautiously, fists at eyebrow level...Nat's hands also high, palms out. Positional boxing as girls front on each other - spitting the swift double jab; quick-pivoting left; dropping in the straight right. Michelle trying to answer in kind, but missing as Natalie tick-tocks her torso side to side, neatly slipping Michelle's straight-poking attempts. Portman meanwhile deadly accurate: jabs bloodying Michelle's nose; straight right hands landing stiff enough to startle Michelle, leaving her vulnerable to follow-on straight lefts. Portman sidestepping, but always in range - she dictates a classic medium/long distance poking contest, picking Michelle apart almost at will. Trachtenburg brave - always facing into the threat, never looking to back out, but her punches are either parried or slipped, while Natalie's treating herself to face-time. Bell: Natalie looking things over with satisfaction; Michelle drowsy from poke, blinking, steppin' shabby to her stool.

R4: Nat to midring again, gesturing for Michelle to get hands up...Trachtenberg grimly moving in to comply...and Natty hops into hook-to-body, catching Michelle by surprise! Trachs groaning in pain...Nat sees it, forms a mocking "OH!" with her mouth as Michelle backs away hurt. Nat walks Michelle down, extending mitts to Trachtenberg's arms to push her the final few steps to ropes, then it's batting hook to tummy; batting hook to tummy - Nat's weight on that left plant-leg, hips popping-right for willowy leverage. Michelle sitting in ropes ashen-faced...she crosses arms against her body as she stoops forward, trying to protect liver. Nat hops in with hook to chin short n' jagged; doubles hook in behind Michelle's right elbow; scoot-shifts to the right; hacks a vicious chopping right hand in behind left elbow, drawing whines of pain from Michelle. Scoot-shift left; short left uppercut to pate picks Michelle up; slap-chop right swift across the mouth brushes Michelle back into ropes, eyes glassy. Left hook/right hand bang-bang on the chin...Michelle's hands drop, head lolls, lashes flutter...she's out on her feet. Natalie palms Michelle's compliant hips, pushing her upright, then PORTMAN'S JACKING RACK! Vicious shoulder-shrugging hup-hup close in as Natalie mugs jugs while poor Michelle swoons defenceless. Firm meat punching up hup-hup-hup...Michelle all parted lips and fluttering eyelashes and DOWN SHE GOES! Trachtenberg on knees and elbows, head on canvas, butt elevated...Portman steps away smiling at the KO4 devastation.

After: Kreuk and Mila quickly into the ring, pushing Michelle onto her back, removing her gloves, then dragging her like a deer carcass by her legs to HISC corner. Job of work to get Michelle all stacked up...she's a slumped, KO mess, still blinking in stupor when Natalie mounts up. Tummy time for Michelle - Natalie's fists in Trachtenberg's soft, damp locks, grinding face to abs for maximum torment - then Nat takes Michelle's wrists, holding her arms up in surrender. Michelle miserable, head lolling as her hands are held; Mila and Kristin clapping, enjoying the show nearby. Nat grinning, enjoying herself: she delivers on promise of absolute supremacy with flawless performance.