Unified Flyweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 9/17./2005, 9:26 am.

Before: Smoldering BSE resentment in the wake of Theron’s triumph over O’Dell in the Superfight--Portman lays it on the line at the dais: “Am I extra motivated to take Jessica’s titles as result of that fight? “ Nat asks. “Damn right I am. I’d like to think I’m at least as big a star as Charlize, and I would never treat another fighter with the kind of disdain Theron showed Jenny. I don’t really care if she knew or not: she’s part and parcel of that whole apparatus and I’m going to do my best to dismantle it. If Jessica Simpson has to suffer for it--so be it.” Krushers wisely steer Simpsy away from engaging in preflight debate with Ivy Leaguer--when its Jessica’s turn to speak--music pumps up,. Mirror ball descends, track suit is torn away, and she grinds into an outrageous version of “These Gloves Were Made for Punchin’”. Portman bewildered, crossing her arms, pursing her lips. Nat sits and watches the baffling song and dance--Jessica booty-scooting backwards while punching straight lefts and rights during the “…one of these days these gloves are gonna punch all over YOU!” segments., Portman in sturdy navy bandeau, Sinead peach fuzz--Jessica in heartpounding pink Dukes bikini.

During R1: Portman rotating clockwise behind a scolding jab, quickly taking initiative with her feet. Simpsy stomping forward, punching hard, happy to belt Natalie’s shoulders and hips when nothing sweeter’s available. Fight quickly degrades: Simpson grabbing Natalie’s available bandeau, tugging her into cheap right hands; Portman immediately responding with billy-goat action to either Simpson cheek, neatly busting up the top-tugging. Fight burbles to ropes--Natalie pushing inside now, head leading the way--she ROMP to Jessica’s healthy jugs with shoulder-shrugging fury, bumping and scrubbing hard to the finish line and beyond as Jessica sits and sulks uin the ropes. Ref tugging squirming challenger off--Simpson holding her eye and demanding justice from the official during the break.

R2: Portman continuing to empty an edgy, smart fight--boxing Jessica early bto salt way that first minute, then engaging roughly inside. Simpsy the stronger, more buxom lass, but Portman’s noggin a third mitt in there, constantly rubbing Jessi’s face to the side, hurting her, backing g her up., Simpsy looking to grab at Portman’s sturdy top or trunks for cheapo hold-and-hit--Portman denying it with head, elbows, shoulders as well as digging jug-mug. When Simpson traps Nat in a side headlock, punching furiously at the girl’s brow--ref moves in to read the riot act to both scrappers.

R3: Jessica landing with beef to the flanks, but Natalie slowly imposing her will./ Nat’s jab starting to polish Jessica up, scoring freely to the face; Portman fading the pressure, sidestepping, using her feet to deny Simpson position. Midway through, Portman with a saucy hook hard on the chin, slides back while feather-jabbing jug--Simpsy blunders forward and soaks up a drilling Nat Portman Jessi-busting right cross, Simpson wobbly butt, covering up, stopping forward: Portman able to straighten, arch her back and rip a glorious left uppercut fat between the mitts, testing Jessica’s knees. Portman wheeling and dealing to the bell--she’s got respect, she’s got distance--just picking the champion apart through 3.

R4: Bell to bell Nat Portman--Jessica looking distraught, confused, tentative and badly hurt at times, Portman circling, piercing Simpsy’s D with hurtful jabs, clawing Simpsy’s rack hooks, denting Simpsy’s dimpled chin the firm right cross. Natalie’s concentration never wavers, eyes never leaving the target--she’s just steppin’ and poppin’. Simpsy inching forward, showing earmuff, showing crossed arm--she just doesn’t known what to do. Portman starting to take buckets of jug, really getting up in there with tough single shots, even breaking up one panicky Simpsy blitz with a head-butt square in the tits. bumping Jessica awkwardly to ropes. Nat cleaning up at the bell all groins, standing tall as she lathers away: Simpsy sitting in the ropes, soaking, doubled over to receive a pelting.

R5: Jessica all lumped up, bruised and abused--but showing her durability as she continues to comer forward. Poprtman trying to set and walk Simpsy onto uppercuts--Nat juuuust misjudging distance, not really getting all of Jess coming in--Simpson able to get to Nat’s chest and work. Shoulder to shoulder digging--girls working hard in there, exhaling hot breath, fists searching out ribs, tummies, jugs in merciless tit-for-tat. Jessica’s best round --she’s backing Natalie up, getting better to the body in the fifth.

R6: Jessica storming in: Portman ducks, runs the buxom blonde jugs-first onto the top of that bald head--Simpsy winded, rebounds at the stagger to ropes as Natalie takes over. Portman placing punches: curling right uppercut exquisite to the solar plexus; tight left uppercut tidy through the mitts, picking up Jessi’s sleepy face; clouting right on Jessi’s left eye; tidy left uppercut on the chin. Portman working efficiently, exhaling through pursed lips as she sets and gets off hard and SIMPSY TAKES A KNEE! Jessica staring, swooning--Nat Portman steps back with a shouldering look of satisfaction., Simpsy up wobbly butt, looking into her corner with pleading eyes: ON COMES PORTMAN! Jessica hurt--all she can do is sit and soak, covering up to ride it out. Portman squaring up, lathering hard--hooking so hard off the left foot her right foot comes off the canvas--poor Simpsy shouting in pain upon contact. Bell: Simpson blubbering, tremble-bodied--Nat chests up barking, bullying the bully tonight until ref intervenes.

R7: Portman with hard right hands, just timing ‘em in, sliding back to walk Simpson into hurt--Jessica forced to cover up and wander away as she has much of the night. Portman over to offense, digging hooks up underneath, loosening Jessica up, weakening her, then working her over strong at the ropes. Not the kind of fight most expected--Portman getting big on Jessica, shoving her shoulders, propping her, beating her jugs,, roasting her ribs and tummy, Natalie making exquisite use of close-in uppercuts tonight, really shredding Simpsy, rocking back her head--poor Jessica taking a pasting, Give champ credit--she’s being thrashed through long stretches, but showing no signs of quit--fighting back hard in the final minute to drive a few steps off the ropes and avoid the shutout. Spirited, wild action after the bell--ref has to take recalcitrant girls by the elbows and forcibly separate ‘em.

R8: Simpsy rallying? Hard to tell--Portman still beating her to punches, still easily outboxing her outside, then moving inside to outwork her, but Jessica shaking most of it off, coming forward and engaging lustily in spots, Frustration from Portman as Jessica shakes off a pair of firm right hands on the chin midway through--Natalie going to jug almost out of desperation. Simpsy stumbling forward, lips parted as Portman steps back in good order, reaping a thick harvest of rack, Portman twisting short-arm hooks and right hands in there,, following through with her shoulder and torso, really banging Jessi’s heavy bags though 8.

R9: Simpson’s pressure paying off--she’s collapsing Portman’s jab, fighting mouth on shoulder with Natalie more often--girls shoulder-bumping and slugging at close quarters this round. Natalie still cleverly rubbing her skull across Jessica’s brows, systematically scuffing and lumping the blonde beauty up--but Simpson ignoring it now, stuffing short-arm left hooks up into trembling Portman midsection, clubbing away rights behind the elbow, on the ear. Grinding, writhing battle jiggles to the ropes--Jessica on top now, pushing Portman against the strands, working Natalie’s Bandeau, clubbing her about the head and shoulders, Portman purely defensive at the bell--mouth open, elbows up to ward off punches as Simpson keeps working until ref physically bundles her up.

R10: Portman setting, sliding back and walking Simpson into a jarring right hand: Jessica walking right through the shot at this point, bringing the fight to Natalie’s chest. Portman shoved, bumped, slugged step by agonizing step to ropes--Simpsy gnashing her teeth, exhaling hard with each bashing blow as she rips clubbing lefts and rights side to side onto Nat. Bert down becomes extensive--Portman groggily bending forward and back, arms up to block shots, eyes achy/drowsy, face growing slack and NATALIE TAKES A KNEE! Jessica screeching in exultation, arms stiff at her sides, neck blushing as she leans forward and lets Natalie hear it: Portman woozy, taking deep breaths, just getting herself together. Throbbing 8 Nat Portman: ON COMES JESSICA! Simpson every inch the champ now, STORMING Castle Portman with the hardest one-way slugging of the fight. Simpson a sight: great heaving jugs sloshing side to side in pink confines; teeth bared in fury; slobberknocking lefts and rights pulled onto Nat, shoved into Nat, buffeting and cudgeling Nat upstairs and down. Portman’s eyelashes fluttering--she’s not processing, not reacting, stubborn legs holding her up as she drifts out on her feet! DING! DANG! DONG! Ref jumps in to cradle Nat--Simpsy leaping away thrilled with the KO but NO! Portman considered to have gone the distance, even as she is helped to her seat. Comes back wide UD10, for the NEW flyweight champion--Natalie Portman!

After: Simpson in stunned denial, stamping her foot in tantrum, screeching up at the ref: Portman too badly battered in the immediate aftermath to stand--belts piled upon her weary lap as she is slowly brought around. Jessica made it close, put it to her challenger, but flushed so many rounds down the toilet that she needed to lay Natalie on her back in the 10^th to retain. Portman exhausted, but wrenching title belts off Jessica’s squirming waist in what many are calling Natalie’s guttiest test ever. BSE girls book ending the FCBA and suddenly putting the Krusher Empire in a tight squeeze--what a difference a PPV makes!

Reposted by Archer 5/18/13.