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19 July 2013 Natalie Dormer vs Kate Beckinsale

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Posted by simguy on July 19, 2013, 9:24 am

BEFORE: Beckinsale under serious "turf" pressure for the first time - Dormer emerging as the dominant British challenger, but she's just the crest of a determined wave. "There's a haunted look in Kate's eyes these days," Natalie smirks at podium. "She knows her salad days are done, knows she can't resist the pressures building upon her shores. I will batter Kate Beckinsale in this contest. I will toss her dregs to my waiting dogs: Eve, Blunt and others will tear at the remains, reducing Kate to tatters. The Beckinsale era - such as it ever was - is over. I have only to set my hand to it, to make it official."

Beckinsale scowling...a loss to Dormer does indeed represent something of a dam break, the resultant flood a potentially disastrous blow to Beckinsale prestige. "I've stood where Natalie stands now," Kate says, almost wistful at the mic. "A career on the cusp; a legendary opponent; Natalie's first taste of hot spotlight. Halle Berry once stared across the ring at Vanessa Williams, facing much the same stakes. Our own Gemma Arterton locked eyes with Catherine Zeta Jones in this vein. Moments of transition, of torches being passed, and I will tell you this: the moment is too great for Natalie Dormer to bear. It is the moment itself that will crush her - my fists will only be the formal agents of her destruction - the actual cause of her defeat will be that the 'stuff' of Natalie Dormer is insufficient to the needs of the day. I WILL turn this woman back, and in so doing, deal a shattering blow to the hungry cohorts at her heels. I am not ready to be surpassed and Natalie will suffer for her ambition."

Kate in "World's Sexiest" purple lace bra and panties; small black gloves; long brown hair in wonton tangly curls. Dormer in "London Fog" silver-grey satin-finish bra and panties with lace trim; small black gloves; long blonde hair in unruly curls.

During R1: Similar approaches - clockwise rotation around stiff left jabs, gradually closing to power-punching range. Both women brace each other's bodies via batting hooks - Dormer dipping down over her lead (left) leg to lift left hands into Kate's ribs; Becks in tighter configuration, chopping her hooks at Natalie's breasts and chin. Methodical negotiations give way to spicier fare as round progresses - both fighters willing to stand their ground, punch from the pocket, take as well as give. Brisk trade down the stretch - women gasping breathy-exhaust as small gloves spackle toned torso-meat PIK! PAK! PEK! Both bobbing on the spot, keeping right hands tight to chins while working the hooks; each shooting crafty rights-of-opportunity at offending chins. BELL: Kate swipes a late left hook across Natalie's tummy; Dormer reacts via slapping right just brushing Kate's breast; Beckinsale frowns, moves to answer - ref interjects to pre-empt the brawl.

Jenny McCarthy, covering the fight for "The View" chirps: "Chess-match postponed: looks like a contact-fight's a-brewin'. Go Nattie D! Katie B can't sustain this pace!"

R2: Nat constructive off the jab - chopping hot right/lefts off Kate's expensive tummy. Minute mark, compact check-hook from Beckinsale sparks Dormer's chin...delayed effect hits Natalie in the knees moments later, setting her adrift. Tight, chopping right to cheek; nibbling left uppercut; digging left hook to liver...Kate drives Natalie to ropes, sets upon her in earnest. Dormer: hurt; dukes at temples...she's bobbing/rolling, giving up her flanks. Kate sweeping the palm-down right PAK! to Natalie's ribs - hacking at the blonde. Short, sharp left uppercuts scrape at Nat's defences, straightening her up so digging lefts can find her tummy. Dormer's composure breaks late - she cries out, draping arms around Kate's neck: Beckinsale rides left arm around blonde lower back; feeds shoving right forearms to helpless blonde breasts as Natalie's held-and-hit to bell. Ref pulls brunette off a cramped and shellshocked foe...Beckinsale stomping angry-butt back to her corner, eyes flashing.

R3: Kate intent on pressing her advantage: disciplined Dormer pocket-stands all around the ring blunt Beckinsale's attack, then tidy her up on the counter. Blonde girl tracking her brunette jabs as Kate's wading in; leaning into the short, chopping right to chin, then working hup-hup-hup on the inside as Beckinsale's trying to slug Natalie back. Dormer retreats, but on her own terms - dragging that front (left) foot; sliding to her right, touching Kate, coaxing her forward. Pressure from Kate yields several thudding connects to Natalie's ribs below the bust-line, but blonde girl showing her guile, channeling Kate into exchanges, managing terms of engagement to bell.

R4: Same again - a very belligerent Kate Beckinsale walking Natalie down, trying to initiate toe-to-toe slugging: Dormer nibbling, vexing, turning, then picking spots to lean in and trade hot-chopping rights and lefts. Becks with elbows in, getting off very compact, hacking hup-hup: Natalie using the jab, sidestepping Beckinsale's aggression, then surprising Kate with sudden flurries. Clever stuff from Nat - Kate not hurt by any one shot - but blonde girl tidy in combination, slick outside, prompting JMac to crow: "Nattie D's outboxing Becks! Repeat: Nattie D's outclassing Kate B, touchin' her up, frustratin' her early!"

R5: Kate remembers to jab - punching Natalie's face back to startle her blonde before closing to bang. Becks much more effective - Natalie unable to potshot and guide the action...she's forced to cover up earmuff, stooping forward as Kate penetrates, then punishes the flanks. Beckinsale fighting with flashing eyes, pursed lips as she beats blonde lats...when Dormer slips away, Kate walks her down, touches her the jab, then looks for more body. Natalie circling in retreat, eyes wincing: Beckinsale the boss bell to bell, deliberately focussing on blonde ribs through 5.

R6: Natalie won't have it! Bullied last round, Dormer turns on Kate, upping tempo and taking the fight to Beckinsale this round. Dormer leaning forward over left (front) leg off her jab, dipping left shoulder to lift rangy, batting hooks up into Kate's ribs, freezing Beckinsale for the follow-on slap-chop right hands up top. Classy, but savage assault beats Beckinsale all around the ring - Dormer punching Kate into corners; working her at ropes; pursuing when Kate slides out from under. Down the stretch, Natalie POURING it to Kate with the rising, lapping left hooks underneath/choppy right hands to Kate's head...blonde girl finally catches Beckinsale flush to face, slumping Kate in stupor against ropes! BECKINSALE'S HURRRRT! Kate butt-in-ropes, stooping forward: Dormer hooking savagely in behind Beckinsale's right elbow - Natalie's right (back) heel up off canvas as she's popping hips-right into these shots, then she's flashing the left uppercut across Kate's pate, setting up the next body shot. BELL: Kate paralyzed, weepy with punishment...Natalie digs a rangy left hand into Kate's inner left thigh; Nat laps a right clean to crotch...Beckinsale sobs out, falling to all fours! Ref pulls seething Dormer away, giving her a good shake...blonde girl utterly unrepentant, making her bid for glory right here and now!

R7: Now it's Natalie fighting lead, walking Kate down, making the fight. Beckinsale grim, panting, disheveled - more often than not battling off the ropes. Dormer's stiff left hand pounding at Kate's left eye/cheek - working it PAK!...PAK!...systematically punishing that hated face. Dormer leaning into oily right crosses, kissing chin; staying on lead (left) leg to jerk the short left uppercut, or bury extra left hooks in Kate's midsection. Beckinsale defiant - forming pockets and fighting off the apron, but she's falling behind...younger woman initiating attrition phase of the fight, upping her work-rate, obliging Kate to keep pace. Bell: Natalie turns away from Becks, flashes the first trademark Dormer smirk...blonde girl swaggering back to her corner through 7, glancing back over her shoulder before sitting down.

Camera pans to a VERY tense Emily Blunt sitting stern-faced with arms crossed...obviously disquieted by events to this point.

R8: Natalie elegant off her jab - leaning out over front (left) leg; swinging that rangy left hook in behind Kate's right elbow...thick, chopping shot landing with supple leverage. Beckinsale grimacing, stooping forward while backing away...she's hurt to the body, giving ground to ropes. Natalie brazenly walking Kate down, forcing her to work: Becks able to score scrubbing straight left/rights off her shoulders against blonde face/breasts...Natalie willing to accept the drubbing in order to maintain pressure. Dormer's hooks lashing Kate's right flank, cuffing Kate's tummy, clouting Kate's breasts. Accumulation of Natalie's left hands downstairs makes her selected slap-chop rights even more effective...time and again she moves Kate's head, punching Beckinsale flush to face. Bell: Kate bleeding from right nostril, hair obscuring left side of her face...no mistaking Natalie's air of supremacy as she turns away for break.

R9: Natalie jabs Kate to ropes, presses to finish. Dormer busy, lithe - the left hook loose and rangy round Kate's right elbow; the scrubbing hup-hup combos damaging on the inside; the sudden, well timed slap-chop rights finding Kate's staring face time and again. Beckinsale shredded through 2 minutes - curvy legs holding her up as she slides to her right along ropes...she's a woman under siege, slowly breaking down under pressure. Final minute, FURIOUS exchange of short, muscular rights and lefts sees Kate's hook tug Natalie's chin, tilting blonde girl onto her left leg in wonder...Dormer's hurt; Kate goes over to offence! Crowd roaring as Beckinsale storms forward - walking barrage of stout lefts and rights driving Natalie across ring to far ropes. Dormer in swoon, laying on ropes, showing face-in-gloves...OH HOW BECKINSALE BEATS HER! Kate seething, slugging wide, almost straight-arm body shots from her thighs into either blonde flank...Natalie wilts, coughs up the points as she can't answer back at bell! Kate sets, pops hips-right, hooks Natalie square to crotch...ref intervenes a heartbeat too late to prevent the payback foul!

R10: Battered vixens slouch to midring, right hands pressed to cheeks, left hands dealing. Small mitts score to bruised faces PIK! PAK! Hooks dig at weary tummies - the girls leaning in close, shrugging their shoulders with compact deliveries. As fighters drift in closer, Kate begins picking Natalie up that short right uppercut - knocking sleepy blonde face back from brunette left shoulder - Nat's eyes closed, eyebrows arched high, lips parted. Hard fighting down the stretch - girls bumping-shoulders in close, working bodies, clipping chins...they're both still getting off when ref moves in at bell. Comes back a viciously contested UD10 DRAW.

Kate not even bothering to receive Natalie's people for in-ring negotiations: she's out of the ring with her seconds, walking up the ramp, taking the draw.

Natalie visibly distressed, but keeping a stiff upper lip - beautiful face scuffed, glory denied...SO close tonight to achieving her greatest aspiration.

Camera catches a visibly relieved, though still tense Emily Blunt staring into the ring: door's still open for lovely blonde to outflank hated Nattie D.

Crowd booing, throwing plastic beer cups...Kate utterly indifferent, telling the press afterwards: "Natalie hadn't earned any more of my time. The fight wasn't close anywhere except in the minds of those sclerotic judges: clearly I was the better woman, and there was no reason to continue letting her flail away. At a certain point, a woman must be delivered from her own desperation."

JMac apoplectic at her desk: "Kate Beckinsale should be dragged back in here by her hair and FORCED to fight Natalie to a conclusion. This is BULL SHYT! She's ALWAYS pulling this kind of crap, and even though Dormer's a bytchy little tramp just like the 'great lady', she's earned her chance to close! This stinks!"