Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jun 30, 2017 13:49:31 GMT -6
Megan Fox versus Natalie Portman (Flyweight Championship)
Megan:
(31, 5’4, 114, 26:23:1 FCBA, VIXENs/Mirage)
Natalie:
(36, 5’3, 74:42:2 FCBA, HISC)
Before: “I think I’ve definitely earned this,” Megan says with a wink. “I knew that once I’d gotten more fights in the ring, it would only be a matter of time before I would fight for the championship. Natalie’s just the unfortunate soul who’s in my way tonight.” Megan flaunting her toned body as if to drive home the point, jet-black bikini doing wonders to accentuate her figure.
But if she was planning to get into Portman’s head, the Black Swan star doesn't seem one bit fazed. “There are actresses who act for a living, and then there’s people like Meg, who do more a little more flashing than acting,” Portman calmly telling reporters pre-fight. “Likewise, she’s made a different name for herself in the ring, doing more flaunting than fighting. She’s about to find out how the real girls dance tonight.”
Portman in cute white and black bikini, stylishly hugging her curves where it matters. The girls face off in center of the ring - Natalie cordially offering a touch of gloves before the action starts but not at all surprised when Megan merely blows her a kiss in response before she retreats to the corner. Portman smiling back, still looking calm. Seems like Megan’s got her work cut out for her at breaking her opponent’s will this time round - Portman not your average gal - not by a long shot. Bell rings and let’s find out.
Round 1: Both girls come out of corners fast, closing in and bouncing on feet, Natalie the more strategic and surgical of the two, flicking some early jabs at Megan’s head in purposeful fury. Megan looks like all bark and no bite for the first minute, taking Portman’s punches on the face and barely answering back. The crowd wonders what the hell the challenger is doing for a moment, all that aggression and antagonism evaporating once the fists start to do the talking. But soon, Megan’s doubters start doubting themselves when the Vixen fires back with stiff shots of her own to Portman’s nose, the punches whipping her face back and forth in shock, a little harder and harder each time. Portman getting driven back to the ropes in the last minute, fights back with a counter-hook to stem the tide, but it’s no use as Megan simply swerves right to avoid, lands a counter-blow to Portman’s cheek in turn, completing her journey to the ropes. Bell ends just in time for Portman, who’s a little humiliated at the challenger’s opening treatment of her holding the crown, but vowing revenge soon after.
Round 2: Megan striking a confident pose as she struts out of corner at the bell… and gets SOCKED on the lips by Natalie’s lightning punches, reaching out with a jab-jab straight to the face. Fox grimacing, throwing up hasty defence as Natalie advances back into the lead with a smirk and continued flash of her fists aimed for Megan’s face, scoring aplenty. Natalie exploiting the cocky girl’s overconfidence, and now Megan faces complete u-turn as she’s stalked by championship material, Natalie showing her her kind of pedigree in the ring by calmly picking apart Megan’s defenses with left and right precision jabs, slapping leather into the nose and cheek for a good one minute. Fox looks like she’s in trouble trouble, her back almost hitting the ropes, when she clamours back from the dead with some heavy thumping to Portman’s trunks just on the waistline, stunning Natalie for the briefest of moments, but enough for a follow-up brutal hook to land on and push the champ off her game plan. The crowd loving this wild exchange - perhaps it’s overzealousness on Natalie’s part that she thought she could put away Megan this early in the game. Now both women reset in respective corners, perhaps a little more hesitant to rush in there too early. However, early offense from Portman’s corner give us suspicion that she took the round narrowly.
Round 3: Girls play cautious when the bell rings to start the third - they do more dancing sideways than forward, at least for the first minute, cautious and carefulness the names of the game, circling each other like sharks sniffing out weakness before charging in to strike. Portman is first to pounce - champion looking unshakeable as she wades in with a flurry of blows aimed high. The Transformers star holds her ground, weaves left and right but her middle guard takes the brunt of Portman’s flurry. Suddenly, sharp piercing pain down below as Megan’s eyes bulge wide. Natalie going after the brunette’s body, swivelling hard lefts and rights that spank against Megan’s flanks before she can cover up and retreat, but look on Portman’s smug face says she’s definitely back in the game, much to the detriment of Megan’s throbbing torso. Far from letting her get away with that, however, Fox uncharacteristically charges right back into the fray, catching Natalie off-guard with a high left jab than a HUGE swivel of a right hook aimed at her chest. Natalie thrown off balance by the hasty attack, but deflects the punches nicely by reflex action. Megan not done however, takes advantage of her imbalance and wades in herself, left elbow swinging in and out, packing her fist square on Portman’s waistline in brutal retaliation, before snapping the champ’s head backwards with a wild uppercut that would have ended it right there and then if it had landed clean. Instead, Megan’s fist just grazes the champ’s chin, just enough to stun, and just like that... the Vixen gets back into the contender action. Natalie plays defensive for the rest of round, hiding behind gloves, not sure what to make of her unpredictable opponent.
Round 4: Megan playing with that insecurity by charging straight at Portman at the bell, surprising her with a bunch of jabs to the cheek and then more which pepper the body. Portman fighting back but can’t seem to get Fox off her tail. Megan’s on a blood-hunt as she slams blow after blow straight into her opponent’s guard, intending to break it, and thereafter, her spirit as well. Natalie huffing as the action speeds up - she’s deflecting those jabs well... the champion is the champion for a reason after all… BUT THEN SUDDENLY SHE EATS A RIGHT HAND from Fox, straight to the kisser! Portman grimacing… staggering… she’s falling backwards! Here comes Megan… banging away like a banshee, knocking Portman about upstairs then going basement to spank at the gut, folding Nat in half along the ropes. But Nat - she’s doing everything to survive, turtling up and protecting the head like she’s been taught. By contrast, Megan grunting with frustration as she pierces the paunch repeatedly with her right hand, hearing the grunts of her foe but not hearing a decisive submission, shouts out at her corner in frustration when the bell finally rings and the referee forces them to separate. Megan’s looking worn out but we dare say Natalie’s looking worse for wear, panting on the ropes but grateful for the breather. Fox doesn’t know what else she has to do to put her away, and that may cost her in the following rounds.
Round 5: But that doesn’t mean she’s not gonna try again - Megan going all in yet again at the start of the fifth, determined to fold Natalie’s body in half. Natalie instinctively backing away, giving Megan the bait to charge, but Portman’s a sneaky little lady, strategic retreat draws Megan in and then she unloads on her face with a barrage of punches, hitting Fox on the nose and lips. Megan hurt but still advancing, helps herself to more helpful servings of the midsection before her face is SWIVELLED to one side by powerful Portman hook! Megan gurgles as another torrid blow lands on her face, forcing her backwards. It’s Natalie’s turn to pound now! Eager for some vengeance, she crowds in, swatting at Megan’s abdomen left right left before going after that coveted knockout blow to the chin, but Megan’s covering up herself, damned if she’s gonna go down before her foe does. Last few seconds see repeat of last round’s action but with reversal of players - Natalie pinning Fox to the ropes and just burying her fists into those rock-hard abs, testing their integrity. Megan trying to clinch to rally but Portman denying her that advantage, leaving the actress hunched over at the bell, butt in ropes, trying to get her breath back after it’s being beaten out of her.
Round 6: Uh oh, looks like Megan’s already running out of gas, sluggishly coming out of corner... but who can blame her after that shellacking last round? No sympathy from Natalie Portman though, swinging fists like a ball of lightning - jab after jab at Megan’s head, trying to force her to back off and then back down on the canvas. Megan not letting her, or at least not making her job easy, and if anything, Megan seems to up the tempo and frequency of her counter-attacks, starting to shock Portman back with heavy hands to her sternum in retaliation. Perhaps one should have reminded Nat that a fox gets even more frenzied when she’s cornered and injured. Natalie not getting that memo early, however, continues hooking at Megan’s guard and jacking uppercuts into the gut… ignores Megan’s SWING of big counter-hook aimed high at Nat’s head... BUT IT F*CKING MISSES as Portman weaves back in nick of time, swings a right hand up and under the jaw... AND MEGAN CRUMPLES ON HER LEGS, collapsing to the canvas in a pile and heap! Is it over folks??
Natalie already celebrating, big smile on her pixie-face as she strides back to neutral corner with two hands weakly raised in the air. Megan left sitting pooled against the ropes, eyes still wide with shock, jaw moving up and down, testing for permanent damage. Referee is already at the count of 5 when she finally decides to stir. Portman eagerly waiting at the other end, chest huffing in and out steady, but her smile slowly disappearing as she watches her opponent start to test her legs one after the other along the ropes. Megan finally makes it back up by the count of 8, but looking groggy and disheveled, ponytail now loose and hair flayed in all directions.
Natalie already in battle-stance when the referee calls for last minute to resume, flying pixie terror… her braided hair a motionless blur as she charges, swinging. Megan already on steady feet, turtles up and endures the offense along the ropes as Natalie’s lets loose into every part of Fox, her own banded hair splaying in all directions with every whip whip whip of fists. Last few seconds see Portman hooking right glove up and down Megan’s middle, folding her over and drawing more painful grunts, but still no submission from Fox! Referee pulls Natalie off at the bell… shellacked Megan gratefully sagging back into the ropes for some respite, her body covered with red pock-marks.
Round 7: After that painful knockdown last round, Natalie looking all the more disappointed at not having being able to put her foe away, none the least someone as talentless as Megan Fox. The Black Swan starlet had put in everything but still came up short, now feeling the effects of her surge. To be fair, Megan also not looking too good, and the seventh sees both beauties back to circling each other, the occasional jab thrown the other way. Megan still shaking stars from her head as well, blocking and defending well but her acceleration gone to sh*t, takes more hits than than dishes out, only scoring a few punches to Natalie’s tummy mid-round. Upon prompting from their respective corners, both fighters take it up a notch right at the last minute, literally, coming close and banging away at each other’s bodies, the, crowd roaring their bodies lifted off their feet with each forceful plow into midsections. Overall, Natalie still etching out a close victory but it’s a no-win for either girl as Portman seems struggling to keep up the momentum from her previous round, and Megan herself struggling to build any this round.
Round 8: We’re heading into the eighth now and both girls show why they’re suitably here in the main-event, ably going toe-to-toe with each other and with the distance. Portman herself grudgingly re-evaluating her earlier assessment of her rival actress, dismissive brush-off earlier now seeming not all that funny any more, with Megan getting in her face repeatedly with a great many punches and hooks. Megan shows that she too belongs with the best, dismissing all the dismissals of her being ‘just another dumb (but smoking hot) girl’. Natalie holding her ground as Fox imposes herself upon her, the Transformers star throwing a jab-jab-hook combo that rings hard into Natalie’s ear, disorientating her for a second. Natalie ducks under follow-up swing, whether by reflex-action or sheer dumb luck, finds opportune moment to resume pounding her mitts on the brunette’s midsection puh puh puh, before Megan takes another mouthful of Portman’s face,, this time catching her square and shoving her forcefully to one side. Back-and-forth continues for the remainder of round, neither girl content to go down on her own accord but determined to bring the other down whatever it takes. Bell rings and girls swaying dead on their feet, hands barely up, but look of exhaustion mixed unequivocally with that of scorn, as Megan takes the lead back from Portman’s clutches, essentially tie-ing both girls yet again.
Round 9: My gosh how far can these girls take it? Bell for the ninth sounds and STILL they come at each other! It’s as though round eight hadn’t even stopped! Girls just stride to middle of the ring and resume their abuse. Fists start crashing into exposed faces one after the other in heavy-sounding, painful, leather-hitting-flesh blows, and soon, both Megan and Natalie realising they just can’t keep up this pace of pain, start going after the body with mutual body blows, sticking their fists into the side of paunch before their opponent can stick hers back. Megan slowly but surely out-punching Portman, combination of her slight height advantage, youthfulness and toned body allowing her blows to take their toll on Portman’s worn-out body, driving the starlet back to ropes then steadily shoving her right hand in and out Nat’s face and chest, driving the air and life from the champ bit by bit. Natalie finally understanding the predicament she has found herself in, wisely switches to a more defensive mode on her last legs of the round, but this just gives Megan greater determination and space to plug her fists into her stomach, exploiting the holes around and in-between her guard. Bell rings and Portman almost breaks down from the abuse, body sagging into Megan’s arms and belly throbbing red from the rough treatment. Neither girl though has the time or energy for verbal taunting anymore, simply gritting their teeth and shoving weakly at each other’s shoulders, too tired to do anything else. It’s Megan’s round for sure, which makes this contest almost equally tied overall. No doubt the last round is going to be the make-or-break for one of these girls.
Round 10: The fight’s on its last legs in this last scheduled round, and the pressure mounts for both fighters. For the champ in particular, she needs to just hold herself together for the next three minutes, relying on her earlier knockdown to put her in a comfortable lead. Megan on the other hand needs to make an even bigger statement, and the Vixen knows it, comes charging right out of her side. Natalie looks like she’s not prepared for the onslaught, absorbs another one-two shellshocked hooks to her tummy before she tries to clinch with Megan and wrestle away her points, but Fox gnashing her teeth, still chugging away her punches into Natalie’s sides and creating enough space to resume the tummy torture… Can’t reach Portman’s face? No worries - Fox landing perfectly placed uppercuts right to the belly button with reckless abandon in the opening minute - look of desperate dismay now on Portman’s face as the leather keeps landing, slowly chiseling away at remainder of her strength. Now Portman looks like she wants to get the f*ck out of there, but it’s too late... the small separation allows Megan to swing back up as a right uppercut jams itself into base of Natalie’s jaw! Portman goes flying backwards with her head snapping back - the champ is swept off her feet then comes crashing back down in a brutal knockdown!
Referee starts the long count, but Natalie is barely moving, her eyes screwed shut and only shows signs of life with mouth wide open, sucking in air, and her throbbing tummy pulsing in and out in protest. The count reaches its end and Natalie’s done! It’s over!!
Official Decision: Megan Fox defeats Natalie Portman via KO10 for the Flyweight Championship!
After: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a NEW Unified Flyweight Champion! The crowds can’t believe it, and I think neither can Ms Fox, who’s still looking stupefied and swaying on the spot, staring down at Portman, who’s being attended to by medics. It’s not until the referee raises Megan’s hand and hands her the title belt that Megan seems to snap out of her stupor and exhaustion, snatching the belt from the ref’s hands and staring blankly at it for a few moments. Her teammate, Emily Ratajkowski is first to jump into the ring and embrace her friend, both gorgeous brunettes looking like they’re celebrating more than just a championship won tonight, but over their hated rivals from Lookout! Boxing, Demi Lovato and Emily VanCamp, who can go s*ck it respectively. At least, that’s what the girls are thinking... Ratajkowski helping her friend to parade all four corners of the ring, holding up hands and the title in celebration, Fox finally breaking into her trademark grin.
When Megan has done one round though, she trains her eyes back on Portman, who’s now sitting delicately on her stool, still being patched up by medical staff. Fox saunters over with to the former champion, towering over her with a smug look, belt draped over left shoulder, and to everyone’s surprise, holds out her right hand for a good-hearted shake.
“Good fight!” she quips.
Portman freezes as she stares at the outstretched hand, her mind performing quick risk-assessment calculations at the consequences of her next move. Perhaps wisely, Portman turns away and mutters bitterly: “Get your gloating fake-ass face outta mine. You f*cking won, but you’re far away from being a champion...”
Next thing you know, Natalie’s being hauled up and off her stool by her brown hair, Megan grinning as she tugs upwards with two fistfuls of. “Bad choice, Natty.” Megan hisses, smiling devilishly and then leaning in for emphasis. With a sharp tug, Megan hauls the barely-protesting Natalie off her feet and then swings her around, flinging her body back down to the canvas in a vicious Hair Whip Takedown, Natalie screaming and squealing the entire way as her scalp feels like it’s been set ablaze even after she comes crashing down on her side.
Megan delectably saunters over to her one long leg at a time.. “You should have taken my offer of good will. Now you’ll see why they call me a bully.”
Megan ignores the growing growls of protests from the HISC corner as Kristen Kreuk and Mila Kunis try to rush the ring but get tangled with VIX’s Emily Ratajkowski and Lily Collins, brawling on the apron in an effort to protect their respective queens. Not wasting any more time, Megan quickly plants her butt down on Natalie’s shoulders, straddling her face with her thighs. Proud of her new crown and throne, Megan holds up the championship belt with both hands, smug smile on face as the cameras have their field day capturing this new chapter of her reign in the ring.
Megan:
(31, 5’4, 114, 26:23:1 FCBA, VIXENs/Mirage)
Natalie:
(36, 5’3, 74:42:2 FCBA, HISC)
Before: “I think I’ve definitely earned this,” Megan says with a wink. “I knew that once I’d gotten more fights in the ring, it would only be a matter of time before I would fight for the championship. Natalie’s just the unfortunate soul who’s in my way tonight.” Megan flaunting her toned body as if to drive home the point, jet-black bikini doing wonders to accentuate her figure.
But if she was planning to get into Portman’s head, the Black Swan star doesn't seem one bit fazed. “There are actresses who act for a living, and then there’s people like Meg, who do more a little more flashing than acting,” Portman calmly telling reporters pre-fight. “Likewise, she’s made a different name for herself in the ring, doing more flaunting than fighting. She’s about to find out how the real girls dance tonight.”
Portman in cute white and black bikini, stylishly hugging her curves where it matters. The girls face off in center of the ring - Natalie cordially offering a touch of gloves before the action starts but not at all surprised when Megan merely blows her a kiss in response before she retreats to the corner. Portman smiling back, still looking calm. Seems like Megan’s got her work cut out for her at breaking her opponent’s will this time round - Portman not your average gal - not by a long shot. Bell rings and let’s find out.
Round 1: Both girls come out of corners fast, closing in and bouncing on feet, Natalie the more strategic and surgical of the two, flicking some early jabs at Megan’s head in purposeful fury. Megan looks like all bark and no bite for the first minute, taking Portman’s punches on the face and barely answering back. The crowd wonders what the hell the challenger is doing for a moment, all that aggression and antagonism evaporating once the fists start to do the talking. But soon, Megan’s doubters start doubting themselves when the Vixen fires back with stiff shots of her own to Portman’s nose, the punches whipping her face back and forth in shock, a little harder and harder each time. Portman getting driven back to the ropes in the last minute, fights back with a counter-hook to stem the tide, but it’s no use as Megan simply swerves right to avoid, lands a counter-blow to Portman’s cheek in turn, completing her journey to the ropes. Bell ends just in time for Portman, who’s a little humiliated at the challenger’s opening treatment of her holding the crown, but vowing revenge soon after.
Round 2: Megan striking a confident pose as she struts out of corner at the bell… and gets SOCKED on the lips by Natalie’s lightning punches, reaching out with a jab-jab straight to the face. Fox grimacing, throwing up hasty defence as Natalie advances back into the lead with a smirk and continued flash of her fists aimed for Megan’s face, scoring aplenty. Natalie exploiting the cocky girl’s overconfidence, and now Megan faces complete u-turn as she’s stalked by championship material, Natalie showing her her kind of pedigree in the ring by calmly picking apart Megan’s defenses with left and right precision jabs, slapping leather into the nose and cheek for a good one minute. Fox looks like she’s in trouble trouble, her back almost hitting the ropes, when she clamours back from the dead with some heavy thumping to Portman’s trunks just on the waistline, stunning Natalie for the briefest of moments, but enough for a follow-up brutal hook to land on and push the champ off her game plan. The crowd loving this wild exchange - perhaps it’s overzealousness on Natalie’s part that she thought she could put away Megan this early in the game. Now both women reset in respective corners, perhaps a little more hesitant to rush in there too early. However, early offense from Portman’s corner give us suspicion that she took the round narrowly.
Round 3: Girls play cautious when the bell rings to start the third - they do more dancing sideways than forward, at least for the first minute, cautious and carefulness the names of the game, circling each other like sharks sniffing out weakness before charging in to strike. Portman is first to pounce - champion looking unshakeable as she wades in with a flurry of blows aimed high. The Transformers star holds her ground, weaves left and right but her middle guard takes the brunt of Portman’s flurry. Suddenly, sharp piercing pain down below as Megan’s eyes bulge wide. Natalie going after the brunette’s body, swivelling hard lefts and rights that spank against Megan’s flanks before she can cover up and retreat, but look on Portman’s smug face says she’s definitely back in the game, much to the detriment of Megan’s throbbing torso. Far from letting her get away with that, however, Fox uncharacteristically charges right back into the fray, catching Natalie off-guard with a high left jab than a HUGE swivel of a right hook aimed at her chest. Natalie thrown off balance by the hasty attack, but deflects the punches nicely by reflex action. Megan not done however, takes advantage of her imbalance and wades in herself, left elbow swinging in and out, packing her fist square on Portman’s waistline in brutal retaliation, before snapping the champ’s head backwards with a wild uppercut that would have ended it right there and then if it had landed clean. Instead, Megan’s fist just grazes the champ’s chin, just enough to stun, and just like that... the Vixen gets back into the contender action. Natalie plays defensive for the rest of round, hiding behind gloves, not sure what to make of her unpredictable opponent.
Round 4: Megan playing with that insecurity by charging straight at Portman at the bell, surprising her with a bunch of jabs to the cheek and then more which pepper the body. Portman fighting back but can’t seem to get Fox off her tail. Megan’s on a blood-hunt as she slams blow after blow straight into her opponent’s guard, intending to break it, and thereafter, her spirit as well. Natalie huffing as the action speeds up - she’s deflecting those jabs well... the champion is the champion for a reason after all… BUT THEN SUDDENLY SHE EATS A RIGHT HAND from Fox, straight to the kisser! Portman grimacing… staggering… she’s falling backwards! Here comes Megan… banging away like a banshee, knocking Portman about upstairs then going basement to spank at the gut, folding Nat in half along the ropes. But Nat - she’s doing everything to survive, turtling up and protecting the head like she’s been taught. By contrast, Megan grunting with frustration as she pierces the paunch repeatedly with her right hand, hearing the grunts of her foe but not hearing a decisive submission, shouts out at her corner in frustration when the bell finally rings and the referee forces them to separate. Megan’s looking worn out but we dare say Natalie’s looking worse for wear, panting on the ropes but grateful for the breather. Fox doesn’t know what else she has to do to put her away, and that may cost her in the following rounds.
Round 5: But that doesn’t mean she’s not gonna try again - Megan going all in yet again at the start of the fifth, determined to fold Natalie’s body in half. Natalie instinctively backing away, giving Megan the bait to charge, but Portman’s a sneaky little lady, strategic retreat draws Megan in and then she unloads on her face with a barrage of punches, hitting Fox on the nose and lips. Megan hurt but still advancing, helps herself to more helpful servings of the midsection before her face is SWIVELLED to one side by powerful Portman hook! Megan gurgles as another torrid blow lands on her face, forcing her backwards. It’s Natalie’s turn to pound now! Eager for some vengeance, she crowds in, swatting at Megan’s abdomen left right left before going after that coveted knockout blow to the chin, but Megan’s covering up herself, damned if she’s gonna go down before her foe does. Last few seconds see repeat of last round’s action but with reversal of players - Natalie pinning Fox to the ropes and just burying her fists into those rock-hard abs, testing their integrity. Megan trying to clinch to rally but Portman denying her that advantage, leaving the actress hunched over at the bell, butt in ropes, trying to get her breath back after it’s being beaten out of her.
Round 6: Uh oh, looks like Megan’s already running out of gas, sluggishly coming out of corner... but who can blame her after that shellacking last round? No sympathy from Natalie Portman though, swinging fists like a ball of lightning - jab after jab at Megan’s head, trying to force her to back off and then back down on the canvas. Megan not letting her, or at least not making her job easy, and if anything, Megan seems to up the tempo and frequency of her counter-attacks, starting to shock Portman back with heavy hands to her sternum in retaliation. Perhaps one should have reminded Nat that a fox gets even more frenzied when she’s cornered and injured. Natalie not getting that memo early, however, continues hooking at Megan’s guard and jacking uppercuts into the gut… ignores Megan’s SWING of big counter-hook aimed high at Nat’s head... BUT IT F*CKING MISSES as Portman weaves back in nick of time, swings a right hand up and under the jaw... AND MEGAN CRUMPLES ON HER LEGS, collapsing to the canvas in a pile and heap! Is it over folks??
Natalie already celebrating, big smile on her pixie-face as she strides back to neutral corner with two hands weakly raised in the air. Megan left sitting pooled against the ropes, eyes still wide with shock, jaw moving up and down, testing for permanent damage. Referee is already at the count of 5 when she finally decides to stir. Portman eagerly waiting at the other end, chest huffing in and out steady, but her smile slowly disappearing as she watches her opponent start to test her legs one after the other along the ropes. Megan finally makes it back up by the count of 8, but looking groggy and disheveled, ponytail now loose and hair flayed in all directions.
Natalie already in battle-stance when the referee calls for last minute to resume, flying pixie terror… her braided hair a motionless blur as she charges, swinging. Megan already on steady feet, turtles up and endures the offense along the ropes as Natalie’s lets loose into every part of Fox, her own banded hair splaying in all directions with every whip whip whip of fists. Last few seconds see Portman hooking right glove up and down Megan’s middle, folding her over and drawing more painful grunts, but still no submission from Fox! Referee pulls Natalie off at the bell… shellacked Megan gratefully sagging back into the ropes for some respite, her body covered with red pock-marks.
Round 7: After that painful knockdown last round, Natalie looking all the more disappointed at not having being able to put her foe away, none the least someone as talentless as Megan Fox. The Black Swan starlet had put in everything but still came up short, now feeling the effects of her surge. To be fair, Megan also not looking too good, and the seventh sees both beauties back to circling each other, the occasional jab thrown the other way. Megan still shaking stars from her head as well, blocking and defending well but her acceleration gone to sh*t, takes more hits than than dishes out, only scoring a few punches to Natalie’s tummy mid-round. Upon prompting from their respective corners, both fighters take it up a notch right at the last minute, literally, coming close and banging away at each other’s bodies, the, crowd roaring their bodies lifted off their feet with each forceful plow into midsections. Overall, Natalie still etching out a close victory but it’s a no-win for either girl as Portman seems struggling to keep up the momentum from her previous round, and Megan herself struggling to build any this round.
Round 8: We’re heading into the eighth now and both girls show why they’re suitably here in the main-event, ably going toe-to-toe with each other and with the distance. Portman herself grudgingly re-evaluating her earlier assessment of her rival actress, dismissive brush-off earlier now seeming not all that funny any more, with Megan getting in her face repeatedly with a great many punches and hooks. Megan shows that she too belongs with the best, dismissing all the dismissals of her being ‘just another dumb (but smoking hot) girl’. Natalie holding her ground as Fox imposes herself upon her, the Transformers star throwing a jab-jab-hook combo that rings hard into Natalie’s ear, disorientating her for a second. Natalie ducks under follow-up swing, whether by reflex-action or sheer dumb luck, finds opportune moment to resume pounding her mitts on the brunette’s midsection puh puh puh, before Megan takes another mouthful of Portman’s face,, this time catching her square and shoving her forcefully to one side. Back-and-forth continues for the remainder of round, neither girl content to go down on her own accord but determined to bring the other down whatever it takes. Bell rings and girls swaying dead on their feet, hands barely up, but look of exhaustion mixed unequivocally with that of scorn, as Megan takes the lead back from Portman’s clutches, essentially tie-ing both girls yet again.
Round 9: My gosh how far can these girls take it? Bell for the ninth sounds and STILL they come at each other! It’s as though round eight hadn’t even stopped! Girls just stride to middle of the ring and resume their abuse. Fists start crashing into exposed faces one after the other in heavy-sounding, painful, leather-hitting-flesh blows, and soon, both Megan and Natalie realising they just can’t keep up this pace of pain, start going after the body with mutual body blows, sticking their fists into the side of paunch before their opponent can stick hers back. Megan slowly but surely out-punching Portman, combination of her slight height advantage, youthfulness and toned body allowing her blows to take their toll on Portman’s worn-out body, driving the starlet back to ropes then steadily shoving her right hand in and out Nat’s face and chest, driving the air and life from the champ bit by bit. Natalie finally understanding the predicament she has found herself in, wisely switches to a more defensive mode on her last legs of the round, but this just gives Megan greater determination and space to plug her fists into her stomach, exploiting the holes around and in-between her guard. Bell rings and Portman almost breaks down from the abuse, body sagging into Megan’s arms and belly throbbing red from the rough treatment. Neither girl though has the time or energy for verbal taunting anymore, simply gritting their teeth and shoving weakly at each other’s shoulders, too tired to do anything else. It’s Megan’s round for sure, which makes this contest almost equally tied overall. No doubt the last round is going to be the make-or-break for one of these girls.
Round 10: The fight’s on its last legs in this last scheduled round, and the pressure mounts for both fighters. For the champ in particular, she needs to just hold herself together for the next three minutes, relying on her earlier knockdown to put her in a comfortable lead. Megan on the other hand needs to make an even bigger statement, and the Vixen knows it, comes charging right out of her side. Natalie looks like she’s not prepared for the onslaught, absorbs another one-two shellshocked hooks to her tummy before she tries to clinch with Megan and wrestle away her points, but Fox gnashing her teeth, still chugging away her punches into Natalie’s sides and creating enough space to resume the tummy torture… Can’t reach Portman’s face? No worries - Fox landing perfectly placed uppercuts right to the belly button with reckless abandon in the opening minute - look of desperate dismay now on Portman’s face as the leather keeps landing, slowly chiseling away at remainder of her strength. Now Portman looks like she wants to get the f*ck out of there, but it’s too late... the small separation allows Megan to swing back up as a right uppercut jams itself into base of Natalie’s jaw! Portman goes flying backwards with her head snapping back - the champ is swept off her feet then comes crashing back down in a brutal knockdown!
Referee starts the long count, but Natalie is barely moving, her eyes screwed shut and only shows signs of life with mouth wide open, sucking in air, and her throbbing tummy pulsing in and out in protest. The count reaches its end and Natalie’s done! It’s over!!
Official Decision: Megan Fox defeats Natalie Portman via KO10 for the Flyweight Championship!
After: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a NEW Unified Flyweight Champion! The crowds can’t believe it, and I think neither can Ms Fox, who’s still looking stupefied and swaying on the spot, staring down at Portman, who’s being attended to by medics. It’s not until the referee raises Megan’s hand and hands her the title belt that Megan seems to snap out of her stupor and exhaustion, snatching the belt from the ref’s hands and staring blankly at it for a few moments. Her teammate, Emily Ratajkowski is first to jump into the ring and embrace her friend, both gorgeous brunettes looking like they’re celebrating more than just a championship won tonight, but over their hated rivals from Lookout! Boxing, Demi Lovato and Emily VanCamp, who can go s*ck it respectively. At least, that’s what the girls are thinking... Ratajkowski helping her friend to parade all four corners of the ring, holding up hands and the title in celebration, Fox finally breaking into her trademark grin.
When Megan has done one round though, she trains her eyes back on Portman, who’s now sitting delicately on her stool, still being patched up by medical staff. Fox saunters over with to the former champion, towering over her with a smug look, belt draped over left shoulder, and to everyone’s surprise, holds out her right hand for a good-hearted shake.
“Good fight!” she quips.
Portman freezes as she stares at the outstretched hand, her mind performing quick risk-assessment calculations at the consequences of her next move. Perhaps wisely, Portman turns away and mutters bitterly: “Get your gloating fake-ass face outta mine. You f*cking won, but you’re far away from being a champion...”
Next thing you know, Natalie’s being hauled up and off her stool by her brown hair, Megan grinning as she tugs upwards with two fistfuls of. “Bad choice, Natty.” Megan hisses, smiling devilishly and then leaning in for emphasis. With a sharp tug, Megan hauls the barely-protesting Natalie off her feet and then swings her around, flinging her body back down to the canvas in a vicious Hair Whip Takedown, Natalie screaming and squealing the entire way as her scalp feels like it’s been set ablaze even after she comes crashing down on her side.
Megan delectably saunters over to her one long leg at a time.. “You should have taken my offer of good will. Now you’ll see why they call me a bully.”
Megan ignores the growing growls of protests from the HISC corner as Kristen Kreuk and Mila Kunis try to rush the ring but get tangled with VIX’s Emily Ratajkowski and Lily Collins, brawling on the apron in an effort to protect their respective queens. Not wasting any more time, Megan quickly plants her butt down on Natalie’s shoulders, straddling her face with her thighs. Proud of her new crown and throne, Megan holds up the championship belt with both hands, smug smile on face as the cameras have their field day capturing this new chapter of her reign in the ring.
