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22 March 2013 Kate Beckinsale vs Candice Accola

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Posted by simguy on March 22, 2013, 9:25 am

BEFORE: "People always ask me: 'Why do you persist with Candice? She's so far beneath you!'" Kate explains in prefight. "The answer is hard to define. Yes, Candice Accola is gutter-trash compared to me, yet there is a prettiness to her, a certain lithe strength in her limbs, and she has that vivacity of youth that is so exquisite when extinguished in the ring. I feel that my dominion spans oceans and all strata of celebrity. At any given time, the highest-placed women in hollywood - or the lowliest sluts - must tremble in the knowledge that any day could be the day upon which I single them out. Like the shadow a hawk casts upon a hapless rabbit in the field: that is the terror my presence inspires!"

Accola all feisty and determined...knotted with Kate, she has a chance to claim dominance over Hollywood royalty in what is surely the biggest fight of Candi's career. "I'm ready!" Accola insists at podium, eyes bright. "I've beaten Kate before and I know I can do it again. Obviously I'm super excited, and it's hard to control my emotions sometimes, but I wouldn't have it any other way. No other girl in the CW is fighting at this level! It's a real chance for me to translate CW hegemony into Elite status and separate myself from the Ninas and the Shays and Trois of the world for good!"

Candi in bright pink bra/panties set - bottoms with a bit of a tuggable hip to them; white gloves; hair in blonde tangly curls. Kate in dark purple lace bra and panties; black gloves; teased brunette hair loose and tangly.

During R1: Kate briskly to business - two-jabbing Candi's jugs pop-pop; business-like right chopped to ribs; quick-tugging hook to chin. Accola on her back foot from the start - trying to feed Kate the check-jab, but getting outhustled/touched up in the exchange. Becks working body/head with the jab - working her left arm like a piston, then banging away in combinations...takes Candice two full minutes to finally draw a line in canvas she can hold. Final minute spirited, spanking trade as women beat another about the hips and head - one girl covering up behind her mitts while the other bats away all frowning eyes/tight lips.

R2: Accola stepping in her jab now, beating Kate to poke: brunette over to the defensive as blonde girl claims face early. Minute mark - Kate trying to renegotiate, jabbing to Candi's breasts when blonde-girl goes mouth-jab/chopping right cross and DOWN GOES BECKINSALE! Hot-belting right to jaw, turns Kate to her right, dropping her all fours...Candice shouting in triumph, jogging to neutral corner as frazzled Kate picks herself up for 8. Resume: Accola bouncing Kate at ropes...blonde girl whacking away right/right/left to waist/ribs, beating Kate into a panic-stricken seat on ropes! Beckinsale grimacing, cowering in earmuff...Candi baring her teeth, dig-digging short left hands to breadbasket; hacking hateful rights to left ear; swarming Becks in the pocket. BECKINSALE GOES DOWN! Bat-and-lather assault overwhelming Kate's composure...brunette bludgeoned to a seat on right hip-and-hand, hair obscuring left side of her face...she's a panting hot-mess as Accola posts a second knockdown! Rickety-8 Kate Becks: she spends the remainder of the round on ropes, desperately defending her breasts from a bra-busting TORRENT of Candice Accola punches! Bell: Accola all chest heaving/eyes flashing/hair disheveled...Kate cringing, arms crossed lightly across her jugs as fighting-peasant sends Countess to her corner THROBBING!

R3: Kate's corner assures her the worst is over - that Candice has spent her money, but at the bell: EVEN MORE ACCOLA! Candice belting away to glory - first in the Beckinsale corner, then along ropes as Kate reels under the assault - Candi sending Kate sliding to brunette left with a series of batting lefts upside the head! First-minute fury evolves into a more measured attack - blonde girl reaching in to push brunette inner-elbows, keeping Kate pinned to ropes, pushing apart the defences then ROMPING tummy and jug all hup-hup-hup! Beckinsale just sick about the punishment - covering up face-in-gloves, or pushing Accola's biceps to get her off...there's just too much hungry young blonde to handle! DOWN GOES KATE! No one punch does it: relentless shellacking volume batters Kate to a seat on LEFT hip-and-hand...she's a frazzled beauty, breathing hot through open mouth, visibly shell-shocked by the fury of Candice!

R4; GLORIOUS HAMMER AND TONGS! Becks realizes she's got to slug to get respect...leads to the most harrowing round of the rivalry as the women swing away lusty! Dangerous pitch-and-catch as girls trade right crosses, then left hooks - each weaving side to side with the blows, getting her back into wallop. Crashing contact upside either head sends one girl reeling, the other into scampering pursuit, only to have the tables turned when damage flows the other way. They knock about the ring, bounce one another off ropes, glory in the sobs won by deep body blows or the knock-kneed spasms induced by clobbering head shots. Down the stretch it's Kate-on-Candi at ropes - frazzled blonde girl pushing rights and lefts out, but getting hammered as brunette jackhammers straight criss-cross left/rights to offending bra. CANDI GOES INTO SWOON! Accola's legs give then stiffen, setting her back into ropes...blonde head lolling back, baring throat as Beckinsale polishes off Candi's jugs - straight left/rights pounding past wilting blonde guard at bell!

R5: Kate with the initiative...she slows the pace, initiates boxing protocols midring. Nice firm jab bracing Candi's defences - occasionally sticking her belly or penetrating her guard up top - Kate stepping clockwise around the poke. Accola frazzled, pouting - she's got her left hip forward, hands up/palms out, turning to stay square as Beckinsale dictates. Occasional ratatat bursts of straight left/rights punch Candi's face, backing her up...Beckinsale content to bank touches, control the ring for a systematic shutout.

R6: Accola glaring - SO feisty...she comes out jabbing-stiff, knocking back Kate's head in early poke-exchanges. Minute mark, women vying for jab-dominance midring...Candi's left locates Kate's mouth; Candi's right follows smoothly through and DOWN GOES BECKINSALE! Kate taking a clean right hand to chin, pitching to her right and dumping down knees-and-elbows...she's rump-high and flabbergasted as happy Accola bounces to neutral corner GIDDY with success. Grumpy 8, Kate: Becks subdued coming off ropes - stooping forward with right at left shoulder/left at right elbow. Candice busily about her brunette - she's looming over Kate's forward-leaning head, moving lefts and rights onto the opponent with a brisk, side to side beat. Grumpy-Becks stumbling forward as blonde girl scrubs either temple, then reaches down-torso to dig in behind either elbow. Accola grinning, enthusiastic...repeatedly puffing a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes as she's scrounging away. Blonde fists beat in on brunette flank-ribs, skidding off the ribcage in underneath Beckinsale. Occasionally, Candi's body work skids across the back instead, sending tremors down Beck's shopworn legs as kidneys absorb thump. Nothing from Kate - she's hurt, sullen - just stooping forward in her loose crossed arm - sometimes pushing Candi's ribs or hips...it's Accola cleaning up on Beckinsale bell to bell. Break, Accola chesting up on a bleak and ass-kicked Kate, chirping: "Welcome to 2013, you HAG!"

R7: Grim, gritty stuff from Kate Beckinsale as she waits on Candice, jabs blonde-girl on approach, accepts her inside for scrounging pate-to-pate trading. Accola fearless, wading in...she's getting channelled somewhat by Kate's jab - Beckinsale winning initiative for the inside game, but blonde girl competing once she gets there. Elbows in, fists loose at chests, girls bump shoulders/scrub pates for position, then get off hup-hup to bellies or breasts. Body work punctuated by clipping little right uppercuts - both head occasionally jerking upright from scrubbing chin-checks. Kate frequently blurting in outrage as Accola raids the rack: safe to say nobody's really hunted the nuggets on Kate as consistently as Candi's doing tonight!

R8: Same again...Kate drawing Candi to her by standing in the pocket, jabbing on approach, then engaging on the inside. Grim, grinding bump-and-slug, girls breathing in one another's hot-exhaust, cleaning up hips and tummies, chopping flanks, polishing off tits, chipping chins...all with very compact, short-shrugging shots back and forth. Becks with the slight edge, but it's close: Accola at a deficit due to her head-on approach angle and stubborness under duress.

R9: Same again...Candi shopworn, frazzled, but SO determined to grind away...Kate waits in the pocket, triggers the jab as Accola walks into range, then girls are pate-to-pate and scrubbin'. Grunting, bumping, brutish stuff inside - both girls pouting and gasping as tits-and-tummies are cuffed. Midway through, Kate lowers left shoulder, pushing it up underneath Candi's guard while pivoting counter-clockwise...neat step around move momentarily disorganizes Accola while putting ref in bad position to see the action. DIGGING LOW BLOW, KATIE BECKS! Beckinsale snap-bouncing her left off Candi's pink trunks, bunching blonde girl up "UHHH!" Extra left pounds at belly, then Kate embraces stricken blonde, walking Accola to ropes. Kate: pushing Candi flat-back on cables with the left shoulder/chickenwinged left elbow, then snap-snatching right/left off blonde breadbasket! Accola groaning, pitching forward...Kate reaches under ingenue arms, chests Candi upright then RAMPAGES TO CANDI'S RACK! Accola spellbound, head lolling, lips parting in shock...Kate just in there mugging away - hoisting rising right/lefts to rack hup-hup-hup as blonde legs give way! Candice slumping in ropes, hands dropping as helpless jug-meat bunches up under Kate's savage assault and THE REF JUMPS IN! Accola out on her feet, sobbing quietly into the official's shirt...Kate breaking down into sobs of tension-release as she pounds-jug for the TKO9 finish!

AFTER: Accola's corner bitterly disputing the verdict, citing British girl's flagrant fouling...Kate imperious once her eyes have dried and her emotions have settled - regal once again in the aftermath. "It was never in doubt," Kate claims, neatly dismissing the 4 knockdowns her legs gave up to Candi's fists. "She was like a baby-bird against me - I took from her as I pleased. The hottest young blood in America flows in the veins of the CW fighters: I've taken the best of them and battered her for all to see. I reign supreme; I stand head-and-shoulders above the other women in my class. And do not think for one moment that I have missed the positioning manoeuvres of Emily Blunt and Natalie Dormer. This should serve as a severe warning to any girl who would seek to challenge my UK supremacy on US soil!"