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6 January 2007 Title Ch Hilarie Burton vs Natalie Portman

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UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

 

 

 

 

 

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 1/6/2007, 8:40 am.

Before: “Hilarie! Hilarie!” Tractorpull is here: You’re starting the year a reigning and defending flyweight champ--no longer an ingénue-hopeful. By making a Natalie Portman fight are you specifically targeting BSE? Ate you systematically taking the best BSE flyweights out back the proverbial woodshed and taking them apart, one by one, to make a definitive statement here?”

Burton chuckles, shakes her head: “You’re the guy who asked if if I had made all short flyweights obsolete, right? To answer your question: I’m not out to annihilate BSE. Look: Natalie Portman’s a great fighter and a big star. There’s a lot of terrific competition at 110, but not a lot of big paydays and Portman’s both. Why wouldn’t I fight her?”

Natalie enjoying the back and forth in preflight, keeping a restraining hand on a seething Lohan who’s less than impressed by Burtons easy way with the press. “Hilarie’s grown into a wonderful champion and an intriguing challenge to our division,” Nay tells the press. “She’s harnessed her height--and it’s a terrific weapon--but on its own, own it’s not decisive. Inside her jab, I’m the better fighter--I’m the better combination puncher and I’m busier about the body: it’s all about getting there on Hilarie and making her fight that fight.”

Special commentator Mish Williams offers her thoughts at ringside, come fight-niote: Bigness beats Natalie,” Williams observes in characteristic Ockham’s razor style./ “I’m sure she sees the same holes in Hilarie’s game that I do, and she’ll try to exploit them--but not without my fight-winning power, there’s not much Portman can do here,. I think Natalie goes out I three, maybe four--she’s just in over her pretty little head. Me? I’d take Hiularie out in three--because when I ht the line, there’s movement, And, plus I’m a TE-busting machine--I just KNOW those girls--I know what makes them tick, what makes them discouraged--Natalie doesn’t have that.”

Hilarie in black lace bra, leopard print boy cut trunks. Nat in navy battle-bandeau, low-ride hipster bottoms, battle-bunned hair. Small “Cat Paw” brand gloves (black) both
vixens.

During r1: Natalie aggressive, scoot steppin’--bit of Johnny Tapia look as she double-pecks her jab, steps out, circles, looks to angle back on ion. Portman dipping/slipping past Hilarie’s hab, hooking the Burton midsection--then clawing away tidy rights and lefts, biting at pale blonde ribcage. Hilarie palming Nat in the shoulders, stepping back straight-legged to get room, then looking to cloip uppercuts, brunette enetrating, staying in the body--outworking blonde in the first.

R2: Hilarie coordinating footwork with jab better this round-left hand pounding out and down, tracking Natalie, keeping her outside. Portman still aggressive, undaunted by the face-pasting: she steps out, regroups, continues to dare Burton’s jab, Minute mark: RIGHT HAND, HILARIE! Portman lunging in, takes a beaut on her chin--stumbles to all fours as Burton smiles wide n’ toothy. Mish: “TOLD ya! She’s out! Pathetic!” Creaky 8 Nat Portman--she’s frowning, wobbly butt at the ropes--ON COMES HILARIE! Burton loping in, scowling with concentration, lips curling: hook in the breadbasket; hook min the breadbasket-Hilarie getting ‘em off the front foot, popping her hips-right-lope-back out of range as Natalie’s flailing out left/rights; step back in, carrying a gorgeous short right to the face--small glove cracking sick off Natalie’s cheek. Lope back out of range as Natalie’s desperately swinging hurt; back in with that crunching right--putting the hook on top to toss Portman’s head up and back.

Left hook in Natalie’s quivering waistline PAK!

Left hook on Natalie’s right ear as Burton shifts weight to right leg.

Right uppercut off that right leg, again tossing Natalie’s drowsy face backwards.

Left hook onna chin swivels Natalie’s head.
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Portman goes down.

Mish: “She’s finished. Natalie’s never had the heart to get up from beatings. And that, for you at home, was what we ion the business refer to in technical terms as an ‘ass-kicking’.”

Natalie simply slow-imploding down onto her haunches, sitting in a puddle, palms on canvas, head drooping to chest. Lohan screaming, banging the ring apron; Burton grinning down, winking at Lindsay, then strutting to neutral corner all leopard-print bottoms and sauce.

Portman beats the count, rallies with blood in her mouth: final minute mop up hard to watch as Nat covers, sits in the ropes, takes a withering beat down from long-armed champion. Bell: Burton lifting her mitts, striding back to her corner every inch the champion.

R3: Natalie in desperate trouble: legs still gone, head ringing, bridge out, engineering in shambles, she struggles up off her stool, trudges forward to give battle. Hilarie systematic, elegantly brutal: strong stance midring, pushing off ball of right foot--she’s powering her jab to Nat’s face, busting her brunette, pivoting left, Jab…jab…jab…jab…jab…Portman facing into the kind of cruel, systematic punishment SHE usually dishes out. Step-and-poke lasts just over a minute--Hilarie circling, breaking her girl down: slanting right hands follow, repeatedly catching Natalie on her mouth or eye as Portman raises her arms to ward off the rain. It’s all too much--awful series of one-twos finally wobbles Natalie, then drops her to her right hip: she sits there, shaking her head, hands on `canvas as ref barks the count. Once again--Natalie fights it off--swaying in the wind. Once again, Nat covers up, butt in ropes, suffers badly as Hilarie strides in, squares up, unleashes bandy-armed lashes down--small gloves bouncing with bright cracking noises off skull, shoulder, back and flank. Lohan SCREAMING at the ref during the break: “Get her off Natalie’s back, you jerk!”

R4: Simply brutality of the step-and-poke: patiently applied to a broken-down opponent, it’s as awful to watch as anything in boxing. Natalie stricken, adrift midring, turning and watching as Burton pounds away lefty to face and upper chest. Hilarie circling in easy pivots to her left, pushing off right foot to thrust strong, long jabs into Natalie’s face, dropping the odd right cross. Fierce pride in Hilarie’s face as she helps herself to Natalie’s cheekbones. Portman too shabby to mount much offense--she grimaces, crosses her arms, tries to block some of this stuff as blonde systematically administers punishment.

Small glove landing with moist KRAKK! KRAKK!

Natalie’s nose bleeding,. Eyes swelling, lips fattening.

Shutout Hilarie Burton.

(During the break--HBO shows slow-mo highlights of Hilarie’s jabbing: weight forward on left leg--pushing off ball of right foot. left hand up, loose at shoulder, elbow in--elastic, pinging action--Hilarie leading slightly with the shoulder before rifling out the poke. Burton’s right hand loose, just under her chin as she navigates around, getting off lefty. Close ups on Nat’s face as punch lands: eyes shut tight, pain evident as she faces into hurt).

Portman/Burton championship conc.

Posted by Simguy on 1/6/2007, 8:41 am.

R5: Hilarie bringing her jab back low to her hip this round: Nat sees it, gambles, scores a lunging looping overhand right counter to finally smash at Burton’s forehead. Hilarie staggered onto her heels, eyes wide: she’s shocked to see Natalie still punching with vigor. Portman rallying--scooting back to midring, coaxing Hilarie forward, brunette trailing a broken wing as it were to get blonde to give up her height. Burton walks Nat down--Portman ducks inside, starts ripping it up to tummy: jagged lefts and rights, Hils coughing, face stricken as she cups Nat about her ears--brunette just chugging furiously to midsection as blonde suddenly appears paralyzed. Hilarie pushing Nat off by her shoulders at last--but tall girl looking weak-kneed: bruised Portman snarling, coming forward and throwing vicious overhand rights at her opponent’s head at the bell.

R6: Hilarie loping to her right trying to create space--punch-attempts drop as more time spent in maneuver by both ladies. Natalie getting her legs back, spitting jabs at Hilarie’s face as a screen; scooting forward in a crouch to swing a right hand into Hilarie’s gut, then; pivoting left and escaping past Burton’s right shoulder as blonde soaks the body potshot. Burton trying to get the jab back on Natalie--where it leads, he right hand can follow--blonde doing her best to use the ring and make Portman come forward.

R7: Both girls VERY intense--hard eye contact as they close, crouch, jab. Portman showing guile--easing back from Hilarie, coaxing the blonde forward, making Hilly give up her height. Portman slipping in past blonde poke, carrying the right short to gut, then straightening with a vicious hook Hilarie’s jaw--Burton reeling back time and again, wide-eyed at Portman’s wolverine-ferocity, Natalie always cautious not to pursue--she gives ground after scoring, luring Hilarie, baiting her, then slipping in low to get close before throwing.

R8: Portman: slips in low; leads a short thudding right hand in Hilarie’s drum-tight ribcage; comes out of the crouch hooking hard to Hilly’s chin and BURTON GOES DOWN! Crowd roaring to its feet like one bellowing animal--Hilarie spellbound on her back, picking curly head off the canvas, giving it a shake: what a wallop from little Nat! Portman SEETHING glaring down, nostrils flaring--she’s all busted up, but knockdown has her blood up, Blinking 8 Burton--Natalie’s in behind a spitting jab, TEARING at her foe’s underbelly, both dukes, BURTON WON’T HAVE IT! Hilarie woozy, bur firming--she tilts forward off the ropes, shoulders rotating as she digs rigid lefts and rights into Natalie’s body--BACKING PORTMAN UP! Burton stepping forward with jamming, plugging action to her body shots--tightening up her long arms best she can to beat at Natalie’s body. Portman suffering, but stiffening midring--again she gets to Hilarie’s chin via the hook--visibly loosening blonde legs. Short right hand from in close swivels Hilly’s head; left hook jerks it back t’other way--Portman TAGGING Hilly in close. At the bell, staring, forlorn Burton’s given up most of the ground she’d taken back after the knockdown--finishing up with her back on the ropes under a gnawing barrage of Portman punches.

Mish: “I’ve always said Hilarie Burton lacks killer instinct. A real fighter finishes Nat in that second round. Hilarie lacks polish.”

R9: Burton’s hurt in her body--left elbow in tight to her ribs: jab’s holstered, Hilarie shuffling to her right--right hand near her shoulder in a slight gull wing--she’s looking to slop it to Natalie as Portman encroaches. Portman’s face tender and puffy, eyes half shut--she crouches forward, bending low--jabbing up at Hilly’s face or over Hilly’s right shoulder to forestall blonde right. Portman judicious--jabbing her way in close, chopping her hardest, shortest right hands to Burton’s face--Hilarie taking with a jolt of blonde curls. Burton’s answering, but all too often that right hand wraps around Natalie’s slender shoulders as brunette bodies up tight, smothering receipts,. Stalking, chopping, staggering stuff--Portman getting touches, avoiding big hurt--she’s clawing persistently at the big Burton  lead through 9.

R10: Burton hobbled, HER face now swelling--she cringes away from her smaller foe, stepping right with a concerned scowl. Portman continuing to press--always crouching deep as she can--jabbing much to block as to score--then darting in with lead right hands, mopping up hooks. Natalie’s favourite combo: thick, almost sidearm right hand buried to tummy or rib--freezing Hilly, shaking her up--then torquing hook out of the crouch, smashing curly blonde head aside. Burton soaking up constant power punches, but answering back her own underhand right deep to the pit of Natalie’s tummy--Portman grunting in pain, isn’t coming forward for free. Down the stretch, Portman’s insistent right/left combos--body and head--finally unhinge Hilarie’s knees, Starring, wobbly-butt, blonde staggers into ropes with how-could-you tears standing in dim eyes: ON COMES PORTMAN! Natalie POURING it to Hilly: Burton just slumping to a seat in the ropes, face in gloves, soaking her beating up like a wiry blonde sponge. Bell: Nat seething, can’t stop tearing at her opponent--ref has to body her off as Burton weeps into her palms. Comes back 1 point duke, for the winner…and STILL champ--Hilarie Burton.

After: Portman stunned by the announcement--everyone in the arena saw her finish the stronger, fresher fighter--but Hilarie’s multiple knockdown first-half holds up down the stretch, Natalie swallowing tears of disappointment and showing real class in defeat: she’s got a hug and a handshake for Hilarie as Burton acknowledges Portman’s efforts in gushing terms. Girls chatting, commiserating in the mutual hurt suffered in this astonishing contest--when hot-head Lindsay Lohan steps in. Lilo shouting, stabbing her finger into Hilarie’s chest and berating her for a cheat--Burton taken aback, then looking to slug--Portman trying to play peacemaker as all hell breaks loose. “I don’t have a problem with you Natalie,” Burton repeats a few times as Natalie’s holding her back. Lohan restrained by other officials: irreverent  spirit that was so effective against the Wolfpack proves a double-edged sword after a contest like this., “That girl should be suspended,” says a righteously outraged Mish Williams of Lilo. “She’s an embarrassment!”

Reposted by Archer 11/20/10.

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