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5 October 2013 Kate Beckinsale vs Emily Blunt

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WEEKEND PPV

 

Posted by simguy on October 5, 2013, 10:13 am

 

BEFORE: Tense prefight sessions rarely physical, but fraught with Beckinsale's insistence on protocol, status recognition, and on-going contractual bickering. "They've shown me no respect whatsoever," Kate gripes at podium, referencing Alice Eve, Natalie Dormer and Emily Blunt. "Any success they've had - any acceptance they've experienced - has been entirely due to me. I raised the level of British fighting beyond our home-shores. I set the bar, and standard. Before me, American women laughed to see hopeful Britons climb into the ring, then routinely butchered them in competition. I turned that scorn into fear and respect. Emily Blunt should be on bended knee, kissing my ring right now. Instead she comes at me like a spoiled brat, with no acknowledgment of the debt she owes me."

Blunt rolling her eyes: Kate's narrative has been pretty consistent since her close-call draw against Natty D. "We do owe Kate for raising the bar for UK fighting," Emily allows in rebuttal, "but she would have that thanks be a form of worship-in-perpetuity, and that we resist. We do tend to cling to our icons and traditions in Britain, and such has been the case with Kate. For all her inarguable talent and ambition, she hasn't exactly produced Nelsonian results in the field. She's been what the Americans call, 'A good horse'. Thanks, Kate, for advancing the cause to-date. But I'll take it from here, love."

Becks in purple lace bra and panties set from her World's Sexiest shoot; hair in haphazard bedroom curls; small black gloves. Emily in silver-grey satin bikini; small white gloves; golden brown hair straight and soft.

During R1: Girls on their toes, hands grouped loose just under chins - they step lively, feint at each other, scoot-in off jabs and work tidy hup-hup flurries before disengaging and circling. Kate with early pressure, ringing punches off Blunt's ribcage; Emily firming, answering, bringing the fight back to midring...from there it's Beckinsale stitching in and out, winning hot-tossing exchanges, just getting the better of Emily by a hard-working margin. BELL: cold ferocity of mutual glares worth paying the scalper's fee...nothing like seeing aristocratic British girls reveal their inner hunger.

Emma Watson - one of many interested imports in the audience - tweets: "SO thrilled this is finally happening! GO EMILY! #BecksBlunt"

R2: Emily upping tempo, initiating off the jab, looking to crowd closer, sustain the exchanges in an effort to drain older woman's gas-tank. Blunt punishing the Beckinsale torso via biting, small-mitt diggers in under the breasts/into the belly mound - coming off body with scraping little right uppercuts. Kate scowling, forced to ring aprons...she's flurrying and sidestepping, just trying to keep Blunt off. Emily walking Becks down, making her work, but never getting careless...Kate's under pressure, but hardly breaking down here - always dangerous and ready to answer despite being outworked.

R3: Kate returns the favour, up-tempoing on Emily, being first, pounding at her body to expose the head to wide, delayed-action hooks. Blunt buffetted off stride...her turn to scowl as she's beaten to punches, knocked about the ring. Kate straightening up to walk Emily down, then crouching as she dives back in. Beckinsale striking some very firm right hands to ribcage; hooks to body and head...Blunt hard-pressed to answer in spots as Kate dominates the third.

R4: Kate picks up where she left off - jab-and-pursuit of Emily to ropes; beating Blunt's ribcage/waist as Em's forms rigid earmuff; timing Emily for tidy hooks to chin whenever Blunt sallies forth from the pocket. Kate pinning Emily down along ropes, systematically punishing blonde arms, torso; ringing the odd wallop off Emily's well protected head. Blunt trusting her world-class fitness to absorb this work, but she's being dominated - Kate working up a healthy sweat as she gets off strong. Down the stretch, women trade ringing hooks to chin - Emily adding on slamming right sidearm to chin as well, locking Kate's knees up and DROPPING HER TO HER BACK! Beckinsale stunned, picking her head off canvas in wonder - Blunt bellowing down all disheveled and furious, forcing ref to push her away. Kate beats count shabby, sagging into ropes with dukes at temples...Emily mounts a ripping clean-up operation against Kate's midsection, beating Beckinsale numb by the bell.

R5: Kate visibly hurt, labouring in her movement, but look at the heart! Beckinsale grimly wading into her blonde - trading lustily to midsection hup-hup-hup, bumping Emily off and walking her down. Blunt scowling in confusion - she had anticipated a glorious finishing run this round: instead, she's on her heels, taking punishment. Beckinsale initiating a series of grinding pate-on-pate engagements, willing to trade her body for Emily's, generally coming away the richer for it. Blunt badly rattled midway through, forced to hold on...blonde legs trim, toned legs refuse to fail, but she's hanging off Kate's neck, giving up a lot of ribcage to Beckinsale's trudging assault through 5.

R6: Emily roaming to her right - feinting - then lunging in with a gambling lead right to chin: cracking contact has Kate staring, stumbling out of orbit early on. Beckinsale's curvy legs hold her up, allowing her to form earmuff and dig in, but Emily's rooting her out of these spots without mercy - blonde girl tearing at ribs and tummy with bared-tooth ferocity. Beckinsale wincing, shying away from the hurt now...Emily all eyes ablaze, pushing the pace, hitting harder, jabbing Kate's face whenever Beckinsale's trying to disengage, walking her down and pouring on. Kate wilting around the ring - often stooping forward off ropes with hands in loose earmuff, only to take cruel Blunt uppercuts between the mitts. Emily just ON Kate, scouring her, stepping-with as Beckinsale tries to slide along ropes to safety. Emily jabbing-guard to stabilize; shocking Kate thick, biting right/lefts to waist; picking Kate up uppercuts with either hand off the lead (left) leg; digging into the ribcage beneath the bra-line. Beckinsale visibly wearing down, busting up. She offers back at Emily's trunks at one point, but blonde well-prepped for sharp practice - turning her hip to receive the blow, then answering back a hot four-punch receipt that beats Kate into cowering compliance. It's all too much - Emily pouring it to Kate all one way; Beckinsale growing sluggish, taking too many hard body blows/clean face punches...Beckinsale eventually sloughing off the ropes to land rump-high on knees and elbows, her head bowed between her arms. It's over - Kate rising to all fours, lifting her exhausted head, but she can't get off her knees: KO6 Emily Blunt in revolutionary fashion.

AFTER: Blunt crying tears of joy, hands in her hair as she wanders the ring in a delirious haze. Beckinsale crying quiet, sullen tears in her corner as her gloves are removed: she was able to stymie Dormer, but the relentless pressure of determined upstarts finally pays off. Blunt classy enough to approach Kate for words of conciliation, but Beckinsale won't hear of it, turning her back on Emily and refusing to acknowledge her. "She's heartbroken," Emily explains in postfight, trying hard to walk a fine line between gloating conqueror and gracious winner. "We've been hard at her on apartment carpets and boxing rings, and no woman can stand for long against that kind of heat. But end of the day, the record will show that it was Emily Blunt running Kate Beckinsale to ground. I've beaten her to secure my place, and now I want more. Kate took UK fighting to a certain height, but consistent championships eluded her. I feel I can now take that next step and place our flag as it were, on the top of the FCBA mountain!" A worried division looks on as Blunt and Dormer hand stunning defeats to two of the best brunettes in boxing...either it's a blip, or a potentially devastating storm front on the horizon.  

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