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18 January 2013 Candice Accola vs Kate Beckinsale

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Posted by simguy on January 18, 2013, 10:11 am

BEFORE: Pushing and pouting in prefight...Beckinsale determined to intimidate her young rival; Candice just as determined to stand her ground. "I'm not just some dumb CW bimbo," Candice emphasizes in prefight. "I'm awesome! I've gone Pressly-Pressly-Beckinsale and I deserve serious respect for beating these girls. I get that Kate can't handle my heat: she's creeping towards 40 and she can't stand that girls like me are beating her, but facts are facts. My legs are better; I'm stronger, and Kate can't take my power. She's just a bitter witch and I'm going to kick her butt!"

Beckinsale as livid as we've ever seen her, haunted by the loss to Accola. "I was beating her like the hapless tramp she is," Kate explains at podium. "Every minute of every round, mine. She was putty in my hands, when she landed the luckiest punch in boxing history. It will not be repeated. I will continue with the trouncing I was giving Candice before I was so rudely interrupted and I will wipe away this stain upon my record. If in the process, I wipe Accola's name from the lists altogether, so much the better!"

Candi in bubblegum pink bra and boy-leg panties; small black gloves; wavy blonde hair loose. Kate in purple lace bra and panties; small black gloves; brown hair in loose tangles.

During R1: Kate: crouching; jabbing left hands to Candi's face; leaning into straight, stamping, palm-down rights to Candi's upperchest and ribs, driving her ropeside. Accola fretting early, really getting jolted to torso - Kate getting her back into methodical, strong blows, shaking her rival. Midway through, Kate pours in a stream of pounding, palm-down rights ticketed for Candi's head: strong, drilling blows hammer home - finding chin, pate, jaw...Accola staring, loosening at ropes, taking blows until BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Seething Beckinsale casts her shadow across Candi's trembling back as ref moves in...Accola a sniveling wreck beating the count. Final minute a brutal Beckinsale clean up: straight, palm-down punching to torso punishes Accola senseless at ropes, then near the bell, a series of savage, completely uncalled-for lefts and rights batter away at Candi's trunks and thighs. Accola sobbing, sagging into ropes; ref immediately bodying Beckinsale back and reading her the riot act...meanspirited atrocity actually gives Candi time to recover as Kate paces neutral corner all sullen and frowning.

R2: Kate driving in strong again - rigid, pawing jabs setting up straight right hands stamped to body, followed by hooks to ribs/head. Accola beaten to apron again, but firming, offering back determined resistance...leads to grim pate-to-pate slugging - girls rubbing hairlines with mitts at mouths, taking turns digging on succulent torsos, or trying vicious little uppercuts in close. Kate's round, but it's expensive: Accola giving much better than she gave in the first fight.

R3: Same again - Kate penetrating early with that insistent, drilling torso attack up the middle, driving Accola to apron, only to find blonde-girl firming, willing to trade. Girls in mirror-image crouches, mitts-at-mouths - each bobbing on the spot, occasionally bumping-pate with the enemy, then taking turns whacking the rib cage right/left, or clubbing the opponent about her head/shoulders. Beckinsale beating out the points, but it's grim battle - Kate returning to her corner with a small mouse growing under left eye and very pink ribs for her trouble.

R4: Same again - Kate driving on Accola until Candice firms, holds her ground and fights with bitter determination. Weaving side to side in tight mitts-on-mouth configurations, girls get wicked angles on either flank, hacking and chopping at hips/ribs/lats. Digging short left uppercuts, the women scour each other's tummies, or thrust up into jug - each taking her turn discouraging the other. Short, clouting strokes bounce off heads and shoulders at close ranges, then it's back to the bodies as both fighters mix up their target selection well. Bell: Beckinsale struts away with points again, but Candi's making her earn every minute.

R5: Same grim, methodical, determined stuff - Beckinsale dictating the initial engagement, driving Accola to apron, only to have blonde-girl firm, crouch-forward and give withering battle. Girls with mitts-at-mouths, elbows in tight as they weave in close together: one girl grimacing stoically as she accepts the other's work to ribs or tummy, then returning the favour in kind. Nice, tight configurations...despite the punishment both are taking, neither lass loses form: it's just a steady, relentless give-and-take - the girls just gnawing at each other in the trenches.

R6: Candice uses her legs for the first time - jabbing-with to stall Kate's advance midring, then sidestepping-left to turn Beckinsale's right flank. Candi in a nice punch-and-pivot rhythm, rotating clockwise around hooks or jabs - legs in wide stance as she works her turns - right hand at cheek as her left seeks out Kate's face or ribcage. Beckinsale stymied, outboxed for the first time...she's turning on the spot, bobbing, trying to pound that palm-down right hand into Candi's torso to renegotiate, but lithe blonde girl stays cute and clever for her first points. Bell: tempers flare as Accola nods aggressively and makes ferocious eye-contact; that's too much for Beckinsale who chests up as ref moves in.

R7: Brutal toe-to-toe fighting takes its toll on both women, but both continue to show good form, staying nice and tight in dukes up/elbows in configurations. Stationary, side to side bobbing and weaving sees a steady stream of whacking, cuffing, batting and digging body shots back and forth - women keying on available flanks and swatches of waistline unprotected by elbows. Both girls trying short uppercuts to beat apart the other's guard in close, scrubbin' and scrapin' one another's pates and cheekbones while chins remain safe. Bell: they're still at it - mindlessly bumping and digging until ref physically gets in there. Blazing eyes, heaving chests...both girls looking a little ragged on respective stools through 7.

R8: Kate driving forward with those stamping straight rights to chest early - keeping the jab on Candi while reloading...blonde girl finally falls off the pace, unable to answer from her pocket on the apron. Kate grimly pouring on - straight, palm-down lefts and rights punching into Candi's chest/ribs/breadbasket...brunette bending her knees as she works down-torso, getting her back into the work. Accola's butt hits ropes as she forms more of an earmuff/face-in-gloves look: as blonde flanks go on sale, Beckinsale starts chopping away behind the elbows, really thumping mitts off Candi-meat. Kate crowding with her left shoulder, lifting it into Candi's guard to nudge her, then OH! The right uppercut digs at waist, followed by a ripping hook behind right elbow. Accola breaking down, blinking away tears...she's hurting, loosening up, reaching to clinch only to be rejected by Kate's stiff, straight punching. Down the stretch, Beckinsale able to dose those repetitive, drilling right hand head punches to Candi, hitting her several times clean in succession, knocking her left side into ropes. Blonde girl helpless, covering her head with her hands as she cringes into ropes on her left hip: Beckinsale opens up, beating away wide lefts and rights to body with lips curled off snarling teeth at bell.

R9: Candi just won't go away! Soundly thrashed last round, she blinks away her tears on the stool, comes out all plucky and once again gives Kate more than Becks had anticipated. Early criss-cross exchange of rights and lefts sees blonde girl paste haughty British face...British legs give a shimmy...Kate staggers to her right and GOOD LORD, BECKINSALE'S HURT! Kate confused, pawing her left hand without effect...snarling Accola leans into a beauty right cross over a low Beckinsale left, turning Kate's head and sending her jittery to ropes! CANDI ON KATE VIOLENCE! Accola seething, squaring away...Beckinsale trying to maintain tight earmuff, but blonde ferocity soon shreds the guard, forcing Kate to clinch. Ref issues break, pushing spirited Candice away: blonde girl right back on brunette as Beckinsale slides along ropes to her right. Withering pursuit boxing from an eager young blonde on a tiring veteran...Kate covering up, taking a thrashing to flanks, then clinching...she's just running the clock, bogging Candi down and getting to the finish line. Bell: Candi chesting up and shouting in Kate's face - tempers flare as once again, ref has to intercede.

R10: Beckinsale mouth-breathing, looking frazzled...first-minute assault fails to drive Accola back as blonde girl forms tight earmuff midring to block, then goes over to offence as Kate tires. Middle minute - girls exchange chopping left jabs from set positions...exchange puts Kate wobbly-butt, forcing her to withdraw. Accola walking Kate down - jabbing her mouth, then lashing her a hateful wide right roundhouse to flank that wins a sob of pain from elegant brunette, forcing Beckinsale to retire to ropes. Kate: disheveled, ragged, forming up mitts-at-mouth, keeping elbows in as she digs in at apron. Candi: upbeat, eyes flashing...she steps-to jabbing Kate's guard, then leans into a spearing right poured home to the Beckinsale breadbasket; Kate shouts in pain, eyes shut tight, mouth open as she sags butt-in-ropes, paralyzed! CANDI'S ALL IN! Accola baring her fangs - whirling palm-down rights and lefts to British flanks, then criss-crossing left/rights to face as Beckinsale's guard falls apart. Seconds left...Kate taking a pasting...she's wilting, growing sluggish, defenceless AND THE REF STEPS IN because the bell has sounded. Kate out on her feet, battered into stupor...Candi leaping away thinking it's a TKO...blonde girl bursts into tears when the verdict comes back UD10 Beckinsale instead!

AFter: Girls in one another's faces in the aftermath, shrieking and bytching - each holding her bare fists at her chest, then pushing into the other's fists as officials move in. "Once again," punished and puffy Kate says in postfight, "the girl was putty in my hands. I did with her as I pleased. You saw the ease with which I dropped her...could easily have stopped her in the first, but I couldn't stand the thought of cheating my fans of their vengeance. Candice had to be thoroughly and comprehensively punished, and so she was."