NIGHT O’ CHAMPIONS

Unified Flyweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 5/13/2005, 7:31 am.

Before: Rache Stevens? “Look: I’ve fought WARS establishing my supremacy at 110,” explains Natalie in prefight, “It’s been a long hard campaign to overthrow Claire Danes—but in the process I felt like I was fighting the same 2 girls over and over. You need constant exposure to different looks to keep your skills from atrophying—so that’s no reason for this fight, The other is more personal: I want to put my stamp on this division the way Charlize Theron did years ago at lightweight, and that means beating EVERY flyweight out there, not just the top 5 names. I’m going to seek out challenges the way Claire., Kelly and Sarah never have, I WILL defeat Eva Longoria in a title bout. For every Jessica Simpson, I will be a Vanessa Marcil or Lucy Liu. It’s a steep test, but that's what I want: a title reign for the ages!”

Stevens, the so-called “British Jessica Simpson” for her hard-charging style—curvy pug now best known as the house fighter for the Aladdin Hotel Las Vegas: this is the chance of a lifetime, “I can’t thank Natalie enough for making this title go,: says a glowing Stevens at the podium, “she didn’t have to—I’d have fought her just for the media coverage and gift basket! Seriously, Natalie wants a challenge and I shall give her one, I’ve ham in both hands and I mean to use it: I will do whatever it takes to humble Natalie Portman in this fight.”

Nat in white floral print bandeau bikini, slick low ponytail—Rache in cotton two piece jockeys--royal blue top, stop-sign red bottoms, blonde-frosted hair in messy puncher’s ponytail, Small gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Natalie accepting Rachel in her chest midring—girls pushing and rubbing in early test of strength—Stevens walks Portman to ropes. Entire round takes place on a little patch of canvas just to the right if the BSE corner—Portman cute off the ropes, Rachel bludgeoning, Natalie snapping her punches—Stevens clubbing—hot n’ heavy two way action as both bodies pink up nicely, Hard to judge—Portman neater defensively turning her shoulders, blocking shots, showing a supple upper body and slipping a lot of blows, but Rachel’s maintaining position, keeping Nat’s back to the ropes, Portman accurate and flashy—dipping to the left then snap-ripping a hook tart off Rachel’s tummy; rolling to her right, then jerking as screened right uppercut out of the closed stance to nip Stevens’ chin. Sevens determined and steadfast—bashing at Natalie’s arms, bringing mitts back to lips to reset in a slugger’s crouch, then belting Portman fresh. Spanking give and take goes Portman’s way late when a series of tight, carving left and right uppercuts does repeat business to Rachel’s chin: Stevens put wobbly butt at the bell, starry-eyed as she wanders back to her stool.

R2: Rachel shrugs it off, gets right back on Natalie’s chest, walks her to ropes and initiates healthy trade once again. Portman’s trainer seen enough: screaming through the ropes to leg-out and box: Natalie either unwilling or unable to comply. Nat relaxed on the ropes, face-on gloves as she slouches forward to crowd; right at cheek, left across gut as she leans back to present her left shoulder—good supple leaning torso angles, Stevens till catching clip on her chin and spank on her ribs and tummy, but ignoring it--she’s strapping ham to Natalie in brutal fashion, consistently pounding slender American arms, and going to jug with thudding determination. Nat taking a page out of Claire’s book to relieve pressure late—she grabs a handful of Rache’s cotton top, tugs her forward spins her and neatly shoves Stevens into ropes to reverse field. Rachel flustered, covers up—takes a pitty-pat drubbing at the bell as Portman uses an eye-catching flurry to steal a close round.

R3: Rachel boring in on Natalie, walking her to ropes and setting up big again—Portman just letting her, determined to beat Rachel at her own game. Stevens with her head on Natalie, plugging and bashing away flanks and innards, pushing up on Natalie with full body weight to keep Portman pinned down between shellings. Frustration knitting Natalie’s brow: she’s ripping uppercuts, catching and hurting Rachel nit not backing her off; she’s tearing up paunch with a nice snap-lick delivery, but Stevens is willing to take. Clinches from Nat late—she’ll reach around Rachel’s squirmy hips to take greedy mittfuls of red waistband, cinching up those trunks and hugging Stevens close for breaks.

R4: Bruising, bashing trade continues—Rachel on Natalie at the ropes, Portman getting clubbed about her head and shoulders, biceps and chest clouted, flanks the ropes—getting her shoulder low into Rachel’s midsection and levering her back, picking her up tasty off the bump; sneaky right hands out of the close distance, slashing at tummy or picking up chin; flurrying to breadbasket, momentarily shutting Stevens down with sheer velocity. Whenever Stevens seem to be asserting herself, Nat with timely top tugging or bottoms-clutching manages to reverse field or stall—tough for Rachel to get traction against Sleek Portman tactics.

R5: Rachel attacking Portman at ropes, pawing jabs up out of a crouch, then looping righty over the top--she catches Natalie on the temple, momentarily dazing the champ. Rache gets grabby: left hand tugging bandeau top, short right hands drifting to Portman’s mouth—Stevens steppin’ and a-beltin’, pounding Portman in a groggy stagger to her right along the ropes until a desperate clinch smothers the action. Ref’s break—Portman shook—she takes to her toes for the first time tonight, opening up the canvas. Natalie skirting perimeter, changing directions, feinting Rachel off—Portman forfeits the round to clear her heads: BSE corner lectures ref about Rachel’s flagrant holding and hitting.

R6: Heads grind, shoulders bump, girls hup-hup-hup to one another’s guts inside—both getting downright piggy tonight in the quest for extra punches. Bruising, grimy trade, all hard work, no finesse—Natalie just mouth-on-shoulder with the stockier lass. Every once in a while, one or the other’s head will pop out of the mutual crouch as both get uppercuts. Both reach in with the left under the opposing right to get digging right hand action to breadbasket. Both work jug with absolutely no regard for the other. Both push at opposing biceps, looking to clear the way to fresh torso. They brawl and struggle, hold and hit, maul and suffer in a staggering little path around the ring—little steps/mindless legs as crowd roars in appreciation. Bell: both beauties bleary-eyed, drowsy with punishment—faces are lumping up, eyes swelling, bodies throbbing. This thing is taking its toll.

R7: Senseless grind continues—Portman’s corner going apeshit as they want their girl to box—Natalie willfully ignoring them to prove she can handle herself in the trenches. Nat giving ground smart, walking Rachel into glorious right uppercuts: pretty British head jerking up off her guard, eyelashes fluttering, het she trudges on. Stevens with a constant smashing attack hips. Arms, chest, ribs--she’s got Nat mouthbreathing, clinching after almost every engagement. Portman anchoring her hands in the back of Rachel’s trunks—ref constantly slapping at her grabby mitts to dislodge them from Stevens’ backside.

R8: Portman holding her own toe-to-toe, but recognizing she needs to get creative to separate herself, Top-tugging results—Nat using Rachel’s forward momentum against her to pull blonde forward, reverse her, constant messing with Stevens’ balance. Rachel unable to get off consistently, getting herself turned and spun—Portman starting to dictate. Nat tidying up with brisk flurries—pelting head and shoulders on Rache. Then looking to bite belly with some frosty hooks down there—Stevens grimacing, showing some ;how-could-you’ looks as she backs away from tart body punching late.

R9: Natalie’s got Rachel a little discouraged—more mentally beaten than physical—Portman keeps on her. Midring, Nat using the top-tugging to good effect, bewildering Rachel, keeping her off balance, then flurrying her. When Stevens walks Nat to topes—Portman slides her arms around that warm. Brown body, taking grabby handfuls of red cotton trunks and hugging Rachel up for breaks. Stevens hot and bothered. Puffy from Portman uppercuts, sullen—she’s whining constantly to the ref during breaks about Natalie’s small-glove tactics.

R10: Natalie bandy-armed, loose-limbed, starts showcasing on a discouraged Rachel Stevens at long last. Nice slicing lead right hand on the mouth stuns Rache--Portman able to collect a strapping hook to waist onto her back foot to reset. Portman giving ground behind a tapping Jab, walking Rache into drilling right hands, bending low on follow through, pivoting away from danger—Stevens bamboozled, trudging forward but not getting off. Natalie rotating clockwise, warming Rachel’s belly and tits with brisk, eye-catching flurries—champ’s content to run the clock, contain and control her girl to the bell. Natalie all puffy and swollen, graciously reached to hug a bedraggled Rachel when it’s all over: that’s flyweight brawling at its best. Comes back a tight UD10 for the winner and STILL flyweight queen—Natalie Portman.

After: Wages of war: eyes badly swollen, ribs pulsing with hurt--these girls put mitts on each other all night long. “She’s very strong,” Natalie says of her beaten challenger on the night,“ very relentless, very durable. I thought I could outfight her off the ropes, but it was awful tough—she was determined to beat me tonight. My guys wanted me to box and sure, that would have made it an easy night, but I wanted to send a message: Natalie Portman can handle herself in the trenches. I kept Rachel out of my trunks and I got into hers all night long and that’s what it was all about: boxing or brawling, I’ll beat you at 110.”

Battered Stevens chagrined--feels she let one get away tonight. “There was a point when I felt l had her hurt and I could have closed her out, and I just failed to seize the moment,” Rachel tells reporters in-ring, “I was stronger than she, but she’s very clever—always grabbing and pulling at me—I wasn’t used to that sort of thing and I let her get inside my head. I was surprised==I didn’t think she could last with me toe-to-toe, nbut she proved herself—Natalie’s a great fighter and a great champion in my books.”

Reposted by Archer 10/6/14.