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8 February 2013 Kate Upton vs Cat Bell

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Posted by simguy on February 8, 2013, 6:18 pm

BEFORE: "Bell was the fighter I grew up idolizing," Kate muses in prefight. "Big jug power, but brainy...always outfoxing that Charlize, getting her hurt, then cleaning up...that's what it's all about. I just wish I'd gotten to face her in her prime, can you imagine? It's gonna be sweet laying her on her back - no other way this can end - but still: what I'd give to go back in time and see what Bell could really do!"

Cat non-plussed at Kate's dismissive 'tude: veteran thinks she's got plenty in the way of trouble to offer. "Upton's sloppy and hittable," Cat shrugs at podium. "Hard hitting of course, but to me, Brooklyn's farther along in her development. I can hurt this kid; I see the holes in her game. If I hurt you, I can finish you, so let's see what she's got!"

Kate in orange bikini with white lozenge shaped horizontal bars; white gloves; blonde hair loose. Cat in electric blue bikini; white gloves; black hair in loose, below-the-shoulder tangles n' bangs.

During R1: Cat belting her way into Upton left/right/left - short, plowing blows as she's hopping forward, then she's pumping up into jug hup-hup-hup. Upton stumbling to ropes - steadying herself to toss a right hand with the left hand reaching out to measure and BOOM! Cat leans in righty over Kate's left shoulder, clipping chin like a champ and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Kate dropped to all fours, right side parallel to ropes...Bell stomping all angry-jugs to neutral corner as healthy blonde scrapes herself up for 8! Resume: Cat wades in Big, reaching under Kate's arms, chesting her to ropes, looking to apply a little hold-and-hit slop, but Upton proving strong in the clinch. Fighters tumble along ropes, reversing top position until Kate finally secures it. Blonde right arm loops over brunette brunette, holding Cat close...Kate shoving short, chopping hooks to jug with the elbow-down delivery. Cat grunting, getting worked over: she drifts grumpy right hand receipts to chin, or deep to gut as Kate alternately hooks-jug or lays in to smother. Ref finally breaking - both girls hot-and-bothered, chests heaving, mouths open: Upton hopping in all jugs a-jumpin', rocking Cat that short, brawny hook to chin, spilling brunette into ropes. Blonde right arm folds over brunette left; Upton bodies Cat to ropes, then works that hacking little hook to jug - employing crude slug-n'-smother to good effect. Bell: ref pulls Kate off Cat...Catherine looking ragged for a woman who's scored a knockdown first.

R2: Cat spreading Kate out with the educated left jab - punching Upton's face and pate; slap-chopping right hands to jug. Kate grumpy, frowning, getting touched up, then stepping forward...Cat methodically pivoting clockwise around that planted left leg, just dosing her blonde old-school. Upton jumping in with hooks - greeted with hooks to her belly as Bell swings and clinches: ref issuing breaks as Cat's taking no chances with Upton's thunderous power. Blonde powerhouse smartly boxed...veteran brunette living up to her promises through 2.

Cindy Crawford tweets: "Kate's over-rated. Bell's got her all wrapped up with a bow."

R3: Cat working behind the jab, steppin' Big-Girl to her left as she pounds away jug-and-face. Kate grouchy - following Cat rather than cutting off the ring - hands closely grouped around chin, but reacting too late to prevent the jabbage. Upton leaping in with powerful hooks that die on Cat's guard as Bell ducks-and-covers to receive: once inside, Bell ties up for ref's breaks as Upton squirms in frustration.

R4: Kate still looking to hop-in a shortened up hook, but not smothering herself this time; extra, bashing right hand to skull punches Cat out of her stance, loosening her up for follow-on strokes. Upton swinging away: rising, brawny lefts swatting to jug or face; slinging rights crashing down on skull or jaw, shaking Cat up. Bell's legs all a-tremble as she stumbles to her right, trying to keep left flank opposed to Kate...Upton hopping forward, crashing her fists onto Bell and DOWN GOES CAT! Bell bashed to all fours by romping wallops: big grin Kate Upton en route to neutral corner. Cat up at 8, dusting off her thighs, nodding aggressively at ref's query: Upton wades on in. Cat hopping to her right along apron...Kate lunging into a wide, sweeping hook that catches Bell flush to face...brunette spills into ropes, legs buckling as she crashes right-shoulder-first to corner. Upton storming in...Cat stunned, left arm draped over top rope...Upton drapes HER right arm over the rope and Cat's left arm while PLOWING that short left hook to chin! Spasm through Cat's long legs as she's all shook up: Upton crowding in close, but beating in the hooks - now cramming away to jug! Cat's head lolling; right hand mindlessly trying to paw at blonde girl...meanwhile Upton, just POURING it to Cat, left hands slamming into defenceless rack, then pushing that feeble Bell right hand away. Bell: Cat out on her feet - Upton lost in slugger's-fog...blonde girl squares away with teeth bared, left hand on Cat's shoulder while PLOWING IN RIGHT FOREARMS TO RACK! OH THE HUMANITY! Ref rushing in, trying to pull Kate away from behind: his hands slip off slippery blonde waist, allowing Upton to bank some insurance before official can actually wedge between bodies. Bell in swoon - Kate bellowing and trying to pour on...it's chaos as Upton is eventually escorted to her stool.

R5: Cat a wreck: sweaty black hair in jug-shocked eyes; lips parted...she picks dukes up, groggy-walking to midring. Upton snarling, circling left as Cat's pushing out a wonky left jab...blonde girl cautious here, wary of Cat's veteran wiles. Bell wobbly-butt, trying to square up flat-footed and get off strong...Upton stops rotating, accepts a weak jab upon her breasts while jumping in the hook to chin and DOWN GOES CAT! Bell just blown to her back - her legs locking up as blonde crashes home to chin...Cat tits-up, hands above her head, face slackened in slobberknocked swoon...Upton stomps away all jugs a-jumpin' the KO5 victrix.

After: Savage stuff from Big Kate Upton...she tastes Cat's power early, shakes it off, and gradually batters her rival into a KO'd slumber. AND IT'S NOT OVER YET!

Securing Cat from her stool, Upton hoists her up like she's walking an invalid across the ring - jamming Cat buns-first into the JKO turnbuckles as bright-eyed lasses Chabert, Hewitt, Brook and Landry all stand about clapping and laughing. Smilin' Ryan stands on ring apron outside the ropes, propping elbows/forearms on top strand like a good neighbour at a fence, enjoying the show.

Propping Cat's lolling torso, grinnin' Kate breaks an ammonia capsule under Bell's nose: instant hilarity as Cat jerks back all startled and blinking - Kate explaining: "I want you present for this."

Upton pushes in close, bracing her right forearm across Cat's breasts, hissing into Bell's pain-stricken face: "That's for second-place jugs! Want to see what first-place gets?"

Kate's arms ensnare Cat's head, dragging her face into World Class Rack - Upton's left roping round back of the neck; left hand clutching blonde right bicep; back of right hand curling prettily atop defeat-dampened brunette skull as Kate tosses her head back, shakes her sweaty blonde locks out.

Poor Cat! Stooped forward butt-on-buckle - hands pushing on Kate's dominant hips...blonde girl warming to her work, licking her lips as she pushes her weight into Bell, feeding her all the jug she can handle. Jeri conversational throughout, murmuring: "You got her...that's the way..."

As Bell fades, Kate suddenly brightens, looking over at Jeri and asking: "Hey...you want a taste?"

Jeri: grinning all "who me?"

Kate's right hand takes a fistful of hair, pulling Cat's face out of the warm loaves of soft punishment, turning her back-to-front - Kate's left arm providing support across the upper-chest, the left hand clutching at Cat's right shoulder.

Cat: Lashes fluttering, lips parted in jug-shock, face all shiny-clammy and smelling of Kate.

Jeri: grinning wide, pulling her black silk blouse apart in a spray of buttons, revealing a hot pink push up bra stuffed with quivering jug.

"Baby!" Enthuses Upton. She steps-to, right hand fisted in damp black hair close to the hairline as she rams Cat's face deep into all-conquering blonde cleavage. Cat's hands instinctively clutch at a middle ropes, weight shifting to right glute as she slumps forward.

Jeri: "Welcome home, Cat. It's been too long." Ryan pouring the jug to her longtime rival - strong arms in control of Cat's head, pulling it over the top rope into the warm damp of defeat.

Bell's knees eventually give way, but Kate's right there, stepping in close behind Cat's rump to reach a gut-wrench around the belly, holding deadweight brunette up so Ryan can have full satisfaction. Eventually Jeri releases with a flourish - her arms out wide to the sides, settling eventually in her hair as she glories in the sight.

Upton all grins, hoisting poor slumping Cat in the gut-wrench...Bell 100% used up, slouching back against the blonde - Cat's head lolling onto Kate's right shoulder as blonde girl's leering at upturned, jug-smothered face.

Then with a muscular flex, Kate tosses Cat to one side - throwing her away like a glad bag of garbage - the brunette tumbling ragdoll to canvas on her belly, hands beneath her. Ryan and Upton clap hands high, then exchange a warm hug over the top rope as poor Bell sleeps off one of the worst nights of her life.