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18 January 2013 Natalie Portman vs Emma Watson

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Natalie Portman 12.jpg Emma Watson 04.jpg

 

 

 

 

Posted by simguy on January 18, 2013, 10:14 am

 

BEFORE: "The two Emmas," Nat says in prefight, referencing Stone and Watson, "are going to be taking beatings from me and Mila for years to come. They're in our celebrity-space; they're type-rivals, and we're going to keep them down. Sucks for them: any other space and I could see those kids making some noise. Only noise Watson's going to make is that weird bleating and honking stuff girls do when they're getting their asses kicked."

Emma non-plussed, crisp and business-like in rebuttal. "Portman is correct," Emma allows, "in that my future success probably depends upon my mastery of the Swan - if not Pack AND Swan - faction within HISC. Natalie must be beaten: she can, and will be. You will all have noticed that I'm bigger - built sturdier than my opponent. I daresay my hands - if not more accurate - are sure to be the heavier, and one wonders whether Natalie's baby-bird torso can handle my weight of shot. But physical supremacy aside, it is my determination that is my greatest weapon, for it insures my strategic, long-term success against Natalie. As Mish struggles to shake the younger, hungrier 'Nessa, so shall Portman labour to 'keep me down' as she says. In the long run, Natalie sees the end of her career in my eyes, and scooting her along that path is my top priority!"

Ems in soft pink cotton yoga sport top with thin string X-back; soft, snug taupe yoga bottoms; small black gloves; short brown hair. Natalie in navy bandeau bikini with boy leg bottoms; small powder-blue mitts; hair in slick braid wound round her crown.

R1: Emma starts a low-slung hook; gets pre-empted by a chopping left jab across her mouth. Ems bobbing forward hands-up: Nat sliding back, walks Watson into a jagged left uppercut to tits; scampers-round Emma's left flank as she's bobbing on the spot. Emma hangs back to get her bearings: Natalie stitches left jab to left brow - small glove singing out "PIK!" A scrubbing shoe-shine flurry to tummy, followed by duck-and-pivot; bait-and-switch lead right hands landing on Emma's startled face; constant flanking maneuvers executed with limber-limbed grace...all adds up to a classy Nat Portman shutout as Emma barely gets off out of her crouch.

R2: Emma shows good composure, shaking off Nat's strong start to come competitive. Job 1: jab-with...Emma's left punching into Natalie's chest every time Nat's left taps at Watson's left eye. Nat leaning in to get lissome leverage on right hands up top; Emma triggering rights as well, causing numerous gambling, simultaneous exchanges. Emma gradually finding ways to Nat's paunch: stepping in to carry right hands thick to belly; dip-n'-dig short left hooks to waist. Emma fighting off the left (lead) leg even finds a nice scouring left uppercut late - raking it across Natalie's wholesome jugs - the mitt finishing up at Emma's right ear on follow through.

R3: Nat ups tempo, out-executing Emma again. Portman has her girl encircled - Natalie able to stand flat footed; pump the jab, or feint it to shoot straight rights instead; flurry the ribs PIK-PAK-PEK, then pivot-out, flanking Em to either side while Watson's bobbing in earmuff. It's Natalie touching-and-turning her girl; sampling Emma; nibbling and stinging her. Natalie's trim, tanned legs all limber and toned, stepping her around, keeping her in balance. Bell: Nat making dancing eye contact, lifting her eyebrows in taunt as Emma's left eye is already starting to bust up.

R4: Natalie tip-tap-tapping away: left hand really punishing Emma's face (left eye in particular); bait-and-switch lead right hands spanking straight to face, penetrating Watson's various blocking schemes; dip-and-dig uppercuts gouge at torso underneath - that small mitt biting into Emma-flesh as Natalie pops her hips into punches. Nat Portman cruising for 2 minutes, until a swinging right toggles her chin side to side, bringing her right (back) foot stepping too far forward...she over-corrects with her feet in haphazard staggering, then flops to hands and knees. Emma shouting "HAH!", batting mitts together, stomping to neutral corner: British blood is up at the sight of damaged goods! Nat beats the count swaying - total change in aspect as formerly taut, supple fighter now all trembly and rubbery. Ref wades Emma in: Watson steps-to, hooking Nat stout behind right elbow as Portman sags butt-in-ropes, stooping forward behind shabby earmuff. Watson: teeth bared, eyes blazing as she hurls the right roundhouse home to waist; pops hips-right and sinks in an extra hook...Natalie's trim little chassis taking a thumping and NAT TAKES A KNEE! Watson skipping away all happy-puppies, jogging to neutral corner...Natalie blinking away tears, climbs ropes, beats the count at bell.

R5: Nat cold-eyed, but put to the test early as upbeat Watson surges forward, resuming her two-fisted attack upon waist and ribcage. Nat battered about the ring, hopping the perimeter to evade her pursuer...gradually Portman starts to get the stick on Emma, rotating her counter-clockwise and taking the fight back to midring. Natalie compact - elbows in/dukes up/weight on front (left) leg: she tip-taps the jab, keeping Emma earmuffed-up; flashes the chippy right cross; pivots-left around a clapping left hook to ear. Watson brought to heel - taking Portman's punches well, but getting bamboozled by the deft footwork/high volume/pinpoint accuracy.

R6: Emma-B-bangin': Watson stepping in off her jab, being big-girl...she's beating Natalie rugged behind either elbow, or digging up into breadbasket sternum, then dipping to put left shoulder in Natalie's nuggets, bumping her backwards. Ems walking her girl down, beating her up...Natalie slick and bobby in the pocket, but still absorbing body-thump. By the final minute, girls are grinding away pate-to-pate - one covering up tight as the other gets off PIK-PAK! then it flows back the other way.

R7: The class of Natalie Portman. She completes her work on Emma's battered left eye - closing it shut with insistent, tapping jabs throughout the round. Hook-and-pivot routines move Nat smoothly around Emma's right flank. Feints or double-jabs get Nat inside whereupon she'll dig the paunch right/left, then escape to her left while pushing on Emma's right elbow to nudge her aside. Watson grimacing - even cringing at times as Natalie commits her weight on body shots...patient, nibbling fists of Portman have Emma busting up/wearing down through 7.

R8: Bitter, hard fought battling as Natalie judges Emma to be drawing upon her last reserves...Portman moves in pate-to-pate, making the fight about punch-count. Nat in there bumpin' and a diggin' - small mitts ferretting out Emma's tummy; clawing at her ribs; snatching at her breasts. Watson gritting her teeth and banging back - landing thick, thudding blows behind Natalie's elbows, often forcing Portman to shift-angle inside. But the difference-maker is that hard little crown-braid around Nat's head...she's in there rubbing on Emma - butting that swollen left eye; scrubbing British girl across her face during position-adjustments. Watson whining and grimacing throughout the treatment...it's bothering her, keeping her on her heels, and preventing her from employing her heavier fists to best effect.

R9: Natalie bouncing well outside, just being limber, when suddenly - she lunges in on wide-spread stance, bends her back into a streaking right hand and catches Emma a fully-extended cross on the chin! Watson's head jolts, her legs fail - spilling her forward and past Natalie's right flank. Nat's own mo carries her forward into ropes, where she turns, bouncing on her toes while pointing dramatically at her foe across the ring, then Portman skips on in to finish. Terrible beating for Emma Watson...brave little British girl badly hurt for the first time, curvy legs holding her up as she slides/stumbles along ropes under Natalie's onslaught. Portman just stepping-to, letting hands go...small mitts whirling into Emma's face and guard, causing her to spill out of control along aprons, though never quite getting her off her feet. Portman scampering after her prey, flurrying savagely...poor Emma sputtering, hands outstretched as punches bounce off her face. Watson takes a pasting, makes it to the bell...still goes as 10-8 without the knockdown as Natalie pours the hurt to her foe in the 9th.

R10: Nat goes back inside, pate-on-pate with Emma, using that nasty little crown-braid to bruising advantage. Girls grinding and digging away on one another - Emma's weary buns in the ropes as she leans forward to compete. It's girls just pawing at one another's arms or ribs, then pumping hup-hup-hup into one another's torsos, then rubbing and nudging with heads and shoulders in the slop. Just at the bell, Natalie hammers home her point with girls' foreheads together; Nat's left hand cupping at Emma's right ear; Nat's right hand jerking up into soft-cotton yoga top, beating those jubblies just because. Bell: Nat banks a little jug-insurance, scrounging away in there until ref pulls her off. Comes back UD10 Nat Portman.

After: Portman surviving a scare - Emma momentarily taking the lead on the cards with a double knockdown fourth...Portman showing great composure and resolve in gradually overhauling her young foe. "She's a strong-bodied, determined girl," Natalie concedes in postfight, "but everyone I fight is bigger than me. If that's all you're bringing, I'll chew you up all night long. I did what I wanted to do tonight - busted up her face; discouraged her to the body; tore up those jugs a bit...you know, it was good, solid Me. It places Watson in check, which is key, so I'm satisfied, even though I left her standing at the final bell."

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