Post by Lookout! Boxing on Dec 30, 2017 0:02:01 GMT -6
Natalie Portman vs. Sienna Miller
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout)
Before: "Poor Sienna, I thought she'd finally admit my superiority after the beating I gave her last time. She barely beat Cruz, heck, if it was any other bout, she'd have lost several times! I'm not going to carry her this time, she'll be out by the sixth!" states a confident Natalie Portman. "Natalie has always been a top tier fighter, she's fast and utterly relentless. However, she's one of the dirtiest inside fighters in the game. Her little tricks won't help her this time" responds a seething Sienna Miller. Sienna out first escorted by Jaime Pressly and Kate Hudson, disrobing to reveal a white bikini, matching gloves and boots, blonde hair swept back into a ponytail. Miller forced to wait as Portman kills the clock, brunette finally entering the arena after five minutes, snarling as she glares at her foe behind narrowed eyes. Portman disrobes to reveal a pink bikini, white gloves and boots, long brown hair swept back into a long braid, Natalie in great shape as always, toned abs and arms rippling as she warms up in her corner. Harsh stare down as the official calls them forward to read the pre fight instructions, brunette staring a hole through her foe, chesting up and temporarily startling her blonde as Sienna is slow to push back, Nat adding insult to injury as she taps her left to her chin and winks at an irate Miller.
R1: Sienna glaring at her foe as the bell sounds, working her way midring as she thrusts out range finding left jabs, keeping her right at her cheek to deflect Natalie's shots, blonde turning her attention to brunette body, eager to repay Portman for her pre fight comments as she slings right hooks at Natalie's ribs, brunette bringing her elbows in on impact as Sienna herds her across the ring, Nat grazes blonde forehead with a right cross, following up with a pair of left hooks that temporarily freeze Miller in her tracks, letting her hands fly as she switches positions with her gut shot foe. Portman gracefully working in the pocket, stinging her foe with repeated jabs as Miller tries to shake off the hurt, Natalie going for broke, hurling a haymaker that the blonde narrowly evades, shot grazing her ponytail as she slams a quick pair of counter jabs into brunette breasts before hooking her belly, Portman jelly legged, leaning against the ropes as she ducks beneath a booming left hook and batters Sienna's belly with a pair of hooks on the navel, narrowly missing a left uppercut as the blonde bends forward, Natalie securing Sienna's head between her left bicep and breast, slamming a pair of rights across her lower back as Miller flails away blindly, grimacing as Sienna lands a gouging left to her solar plexus, loosing her grip as the seething blonde frees herself and returns the favor with a right hook that grazes Natalie's bottoms and sends her collapsing to the canvas! Official chasing Sienna into the neutral corner before beginning the count, Portman whining that she's been fouled, unable to convince the ref as she makes it up at seven, setting up at the ropes behind raised mitts as Miller makes her way forward, deflecting a pair of left jabs with her mitts and landing a left uppercut that snaps Sienna's head back and sends her staggering backwards as the bell sounds to end the first!
R2: Sienna working behind the jab, batting out quick double taps before sliding away to either side to evade Natalie's leather. Brunette showing great discipline, bobbing her head, crouching to provide a smaller target behind raised mitts, twisting from side to side as she jabs away at Miller's body. Sienna turning to take the shots off her hips, responding with sharp hooks that graze brunette breasts. After two minutes of calculated, crisp boxing, they've had enough, meeting mid ring to exchange hateful leather, trading vicious hooks to the body in quick exchanges, grunting upon delivery and receipt as they refuse to give up any canvas. Natalie momentarily stunned by a left to the chin, taking a step back as Sienna rushes in, feeding her her overeager foe a left uppercut to the chin, staggering forward to clinch as they trade sloppy one handed leather to offending bellies, Natalie slowly begins to out punch her foe, ending the round with a three punch combination to the belly and breasts that double over Sienna at the bell. Natalie cruelly taunting her foe on the way back to her corner, mocking her plight and bellowing "you're washed up, just go join your friend in retirement!"
R3: Portman raising her left to the crowd as the opening bell sounds, marching forward behind raised mitts, crouching and bending as she evades blonde jabs, eating a left that knocks her forehead back a little, grimacing after a right hook slaps against her belly, ducking beneath a booming followup right and gutting Sienna with a left uppercut to the navel, blonde crying out as she falls back into the cables, covering up as the brunette slugs away, Miller ashen faced, pulling a charging Portman's head down and tying up around her shoulders. Nat outmuscling her girl, shoving her off and slamming a left hook off her chin, Sienna in trouble as Portman begins to taunt her, offering to stop if she begs, blonde on autopilot as she turns to take a right off her shoulder, dipping to load up on a left that slips above Nat's mitts and detonates on her chin, brunette staggering back a few steps as Sienna stumbles forward in drunken pursuit, slamming a left hook off Portman's breasts followed by a right to the solar plexus that drops Natalie to the canvas! Miller bellowing "washed up, I've beaten you!" at her downed foe as the ref bodies her back, Portman on all fours at five, gripping the middle rope at seven, bell sounding moments after Natalie makes a woozy nine, stumbling into the ropes for support, eye lashes fluttering as her seconds guide her to her corner. Sienna screaming at the official, claiming a slow count, Natalie clearly still in her head despite the knockdown and lead in Miller's favor! Bedlam in both corners as Portman is punch drunk on her stool, blubbering as her seconds try to revive her. Sienna's exhausted, guzzling water as her chest heaves, staring in disbelief as Natalie slowly comes around on her stool.
R4: Sienna's gassed out, throwing an insane number of punches in the third, frustrated and arm weary as Natalie, despite being battered and on shaky legs, punishes her blonde. Natalie establishing her own jab, snapping quick flurries off Sienna's raised guard before slamming right hands downwards into her belly. Miller crying out into her mitts, in retreat as she's herded to the ropes, leaning against the strands as Portman batters her mercilessly, stacking her up with stiff elbows and chugging away, Sienna taking tremendous punishment, held up by the ropes as the brunette splits her guard with a left uppercut, followed up by a right hook that spins the blonde around, Sienna looking glassy eyed into the stands as Natalie loads up for a left... BELL! Miller collapsing against the top rope, official rushing in to prevent a finishing punch after the bell as Portman seethes.
R5: Natalie storms out of her corner as the round begins, eager to put away a hated foe, jabbing Sienna back into her own corner, breaking her girl down as she digs hooks into her belly, tagging her with hateful crosses as the blonde tries to fight back, crowd roaring as Portman dominates her girl, Nat loading up on a right, planting her feet and hurling a missile of a hook at her girl, shot slamming off blonde mitts, slapping them off her face, blonde somehow managing to snare Portman's left, stuffing a trio of lefts into her eye as Nat cries out. Portman slamming an elbow off Miller's chest as the pair lean against the cables for support, blonde gritting her teeth, crying out as she thuds blows downwards against Portman's guard as she bobs and weaves against the turnbuckles, Nat glassy eyed after a left uppercut snaps her head back, ready to go as she somehow manages to wrap her mitts around Miller's core and grip her bottoms to avoid taking a knee. Sienna snarling, unable to shake her foe, raising her right to slam downwards on Portman as the ref separates them, Natalie swooning against the ropes, damp hair obscuring her left eye, mitts at her chest as Sienna charges, blonde slamming jabs off Nat's mitts, dipping at the waist and slapping hooks off toned brunette abs as Portman doesn't throw back! Sienna nearly breaks her foe in half with a shot just below the belly button, bringing Nat's mitts down and exposing her face, brunette glassy eyed, staring in astonishment as Miller snaps her head back with a trio of heavy right jabs, crowd roaring as Portman leans against the ropes, head drooping into her chest as ... bell! Portman somehow survives the fifth after taking a brutal beating in the final minute. Battered vixens mere shells of the confident beauties that entered the arena earlier, Sienna spent on her stool, chest heaving as she takes on water furiously, Nat receiving a generous quantity of enswell as she stares at the lights, lips pursed as she listens to her seconds.
R6: Sienna clearly demoralized as she takes a deep breath and comes out for the sixth, throwing everything but the kitchen sink at her foe, but plucky Portman just won't stay down! Nat cautiously working her way forward, left eye swelling from blonde work in the fifth, pumping out quick jabs before weaving to her left. Miller gassed, giving pursuit but getting lumped up in the process, crimson droplets trickling from her nose after a left cross swivels her head, Sienna forced to clinch as Natalie slowly muscles her back to the ropes, laying in belly to belly as blonde desperately tries to buy time by pulling Nat's head down with her raised mitts, brunette taking advantage, pumping compact hooks into Sienna's throbbing body, blonde abs quivering as Portman's mitts thud against them. Miller's eyes welling up as she begins to sob gently on Natalie's shoulder, muttering as the bell sounds! Portman raising her mitts thinking she's won but the official bodies her back from a battered Sienna as Jaime Pressly rushes forward to escort her girl back for repairs.
R7: Natalie continues to break down her blonde, Sienna whimpering and grimacing as Nat continually lands left hooks to her right hip, punished with stiff right jabs when she tries to counter, blonde covering up earmuff, elbows at her sides in an attempt to protect her body as Portman turns her attention to blonde navel, slapping a pair of hooks off her exposed belly, as Miller cries out in agony. Natalie reveling in her foes plight, momentarily dropping her mitts and jutting out her chin as Sienna flails away with a left hook, eyes watering from sustained punishment, blonde all but crippled to the body as she takes a beating along the ropes, battered from corner to corner as Natalie imposes her will, slamming a left hook into Miller's breasts, following up with a right hook to the ribs that brings a weary Sienna staggering forward and dropping to her knees a split second after the bell! Miller pressing her forehead against the canvas, tears streaming down her face as she cries out in agony, Natalie screaming at the official that she dropped before the bell, buying the Empire corner precious seconds to help their fallen blonde back to her stool. Nat steadily erasing Sienna's lead as this war enters the final stanza.
R8: A tale of two fighters in the eighth, arguably one of the best rounds of Natalie's career and one of the worst of Sienna's. Brunette taking command from the bell, snapping Miller's head back with a left jab right hook combination, sending her reeling into the turnbuckles, blasting her blonde with a left uppercut to the solar plexus, forcing Sienna to take a seat on the second turnbuckle. Brunette snarling, eyes twinkling as she narrows in on Miller's heaving chest and belly, raining down lefts and rights on her stricken foe, essentially creating a treasure mark x just above blonde navel. Ref looking on with concern as Sienna desperately tries to weather the storm, turning meekly against the cables as Portman chugs away, eyes welling up as she keeps her right at her cheek, crossing her left across her belly, turning to her right and looking piteously into the stands, eyes beginning to shut as the bell sounds to end the round. Miller falling forward as the ref pulls Natalie away, pressing her forehead to the canvas in agony as Jaime tenderly helps her to the Empire corner. Blonde all but breaking down on her stool, Pressly on the verge of throwing in the towel, taking a step backwards before Miller sobs out "noooo"! Kate Hudson desperately probing and icing down Miller's body, blonde showing heart in continuing, but just how much more can she take?
R9: Sienna staggering into the cables as action resumes, pursing her lips as she lowers her guard and beckons Portman forward. Natalie hopping forward, greeted by a pair of left jabs off her guard, blonde evading a follow up right hook, countering with a left to the ribs that wins a gasp of surprise from the brunette, following up with a right uppercut to her breasts before wrapping her arms around Natalie's core and holding her tightly until the ref breaks the clinch, retreating back to the apron and bending against the ropes, snapping off more quick jabs as Natalie closes in, Portman looking to further break her foes will, leaning in cheek to cheek with and trading furious flurries with Sienna, both ladies exhausted as five and six punch combinations slowly give way to one or two punch combinations. Brunette slowly taking control after landing a beautiful right uppercut just below blonde belly button, Miller bending forward, managing to wrap her arms around Portman's elbows, holding on as the bell sounds to end the ninth. Natalie bellowing at the official between deep breaths, complaining about Sienna's clinches, blonde narrowly taking a close, bitter round due to her work in the opening moments. Natalie seething on her stool as she glares at her foe across the ring, rising before the bell to bat her mitts together, brunette keen to knock her girl out rather than risk a decision.
R10: Brunette flying across the ring, rushing a groggy Miller and punishing her along the ropes. Nat letting her hands fly, lathering her blonde with hooks to the body to weaken her guard before snapping her head back with a trio of heavy jabs, stunning her with a head swiveling right hook as Sienna staggers to her left, drifting along the ropes as Portman gives pursuit, trapping Sienna in the neutral corner and chugging away as the crowd roars in appreciation, exhausted but firm abs and biceps rippling as she shreds away at blonde body, leaning in to jut Sienna's chin upwards with her own head then continuing her bombardment, Miller sobbing as she desperately looks for answers, eating a horrendous left hook that sends her mouthpiece flying to the canvas, but somehow finding Natalie's chin with her flailing right, Portman's head viciously bounced ninety degrees and back again like a jack in the box, spit and sweat flying across the ring as she teeters into the ropes, Sienna stumbling forward on autopilot, slamming a left into Portman's gasping mouth before staggering into her foe, dazed beauties leaning into one another, both would surely be on the canvas if not for sheer stubborn will, wrapping their arms around one another and nearly falling through the ropes as they lean against the top strand, slowly resuming action as they trade sloppy shots in the pocket, hooks tapping against offending bellies and breasts, uppercuts grazing rival chins, both girls sobbing in exhaustion, whimpering upon receipt as they desperately try to find a way to end a grueling tenth, mercifully the bell sounds to bring this savage battle to an end. Both girls needing assistance to return to their stools, staring at the canvas in disbelief as their seconds try to clean them up for the decision. Sienna blubbering as she thinks there are two rounds left, Natalie not much better for wear, mitts drooped over the ropes as she stares at the rafters, moaning as her body is iced down. Finally after a three minute delay the official calls the pair mid ring, both girls bawling as the cards are read aloud, your winner by one point decision, Sienna Miller!
AFTER: Blonde wailing, stopping once Jaime informs her that she's won, Natalie shaking her head in disbelief, helped out of the ring by her seconds as Sienna follows suit. About a half hour after the conclusion cameras find Nat in her dressing room, brunette refusing to accept the decision, demanding a rematch anytime, anywhere!
(Words: Empire / Results: Lookout)
Before: "Poor Sienna, I thought she'd finally admit my superiority after the beating I gave her last time. She barely beat Cruz, heck, if it was any other bout, she'd have lost several times! I'm not going to carry her this time, she'll be out by the sixth!" states a confident Natalie Portman. "Natalie has always been a top tier fighter, she's fast and utterly relentless. However, she's one of the dirtiest inside fighters in the game. Her little tricks won't help her this time" responds a seething Sienna Miller. Sienna out first escorted by Jaime Pressly and Kate Hudson, disrobing to reveal a white bikini, matching gloves and boots, blonde hair swept back into a ponytail. Miller forced to wait as Portman kills the clock, brunette finally entering the arena after five minutes, snarling as she glares at her foe behind narrowed eyes. Portman disrobes to reveal a pink bikini, white gloves and boots, long brown hair swept back into a long braid, Natalie in great shape as always, toned abs and arms rippling as she warms up in her corner. Harsh stare down as the official calls them forward to read the pre fight instructions, brunette staring a hole through her foe, chesting up and temporarily startling her blonde as Sienna is slow to push back, Nat adding insult to injury as she taps her left to her chin and winks at an irate Miller.
R1: Sienna glaring at her foe as the bell sounds, working her way midring as she thrusts out range finding left jabs, keeping her right at her cheek to deflect Natalie's shots, blonde turning her attention to brunette body, eager to repay Portman for her pre fight comments as she slings right hooks at Natalie's ribs, brunette bringing her elbows in on impact as Sienna herds her across the ring, Nat grazes blonde forehead with a right cross, following up with a pair of left hooks that temporarily freeze Miller in her tracks, letting her hands fly as she switches positions with her gut shot foe. Portman gracefully working in the pocket, stinging her foe with repeated jabs as Miller tries to shake off the hurt, Natalie going for broke, hurling a haymaker that the blonde narrowly evades, shot grazing her ponytail as she slams a quick pair of counter jabs into brunette breasts before hooking her belly, Portman jelly legged, leaning against the ropes as she ducks beneath a booming left hook and batters Sienna's belly with a pair of hooks on the navel, narrowly missing a left uppercut as the blonde bends forward, Natalie securing Sienna's head between her left bicep and breast, slamming a pair of rights across her lower back as Miller flails away blindly, grimacing as Sienna lands a gouging left to her solar plexus, loosing her grip as the seething blonde frees herself and returns the favor with a right hook that grazes Natalie's bottoms and sends her collapsing to the canvas! Official chasing Sienna into the neutral corner before beginning the count, Portman whining that she's been fouled, unable to convince the ref as she makes it up at seven, setting up at the ropes behind raised mitts as Miller makes her way forward, deflecting a pair of left jabs with her mitts and landing a left uppercut that snaps Sienna's head back and sends her staggering backwards as the bell sounds to end the first!
R2: Sienna working behind the jab, batting out quick double taps before sliding away to either side to evade Natalie's leather. Brunette showing great discipline, bobbing her head, crouching to provide a smaller target behind raised mitts, twisting from side to side as she jabs away at Miller's body. Sienna turning to take the shots off her hips, responding with sharp hooks that graze brunette breasts. After two minutes of calculated, crisp boxing, they've had enough, meeting mid ring to exchange hateful leather, trading vicious hooks to the body in quick exchanges, grunting upon delivery and receipt as they refuse to give up any canvas. Natalie momentarily stunned by a left to the chin, taking a step back as Sienna rushes in, feeding her her overeager foe a left uppercut to the chin, staggering forward to clinch as they trade sloppy one handed leather to offending bellies, Natalie slowly begins to out punch her foe, ending the round with a three punch combination to the belly and breasts that double over Sienna at the bell. Natalie cruelly taunting her foe on the way back to her corner, mocking her plight and bellowing "you're washed up, just go join your friend in retirement!"
R3: Portman raising her left to the crowd as the opening bell sounds, marching forward behind raised mitts, crouching and bending as she evades blonde jabs, eating a left that knocks her forehead back a little, grimacing after a right hook slaps against her belly, ducking beneath a booming followup right and gutting Sienna with a left uppercut to the navel, blonde crying out as she falls back into the cables, covering up as the brunette slugs away, Miller ashen faced, pulling a charging Portman's head down and tying up around her shoulders. Nat outmuscling her girl, shoving her off and slamming a left hook off her chin, Sienna in trouble as Portman begins to taunt her, offering to stop if she begs, blonde on autopilot as she turns to take a right off her shoulder, dipping to load up on a left that slips above Nat's mitts and detonates on her chin, brunette staggering back a few steps as Sienna stumbles forward in drunken pursuit, slamming a left hook off Portman's breasts followed by a right to the solar plexus that drops Natalie to the canvas! Miller bellowing "washed up, I've beaten you!" at her downed foe as the ref bodies her back, Portman on all fours at five, gripping the middle rope at seven, bell sounding moments after Natalie makes a woozy nine, stumbling into the ropes for support, eye lashes fluttering as her seconds guide her to her corner. Sienna screaming at the official, claiming a slow count, Natalie clearly still in her head despite the knockdown and lead in Miller's favor! Bedlam in both corners as Portman is punch drunk on her stool, blubbering as her seconds try to revive her. Sienna's exhausted, guzzling water as her chest heaves, staring in disbelief as Natalie slowly comes around on her stool.
R4: Sienna's gassed out, throwing an insane number of punches in the third, frustrated and arm weary as Natalie, despite being battered and on shaky legs, punishes her blonde. Natalie establishing her own jab, snapping quick flurries off Sienna's raised guard before slamming right hands downwards into her belly. Miller crying out into her mitts, in retreat as she's herded to the ropes, leaning against the strands as Portman batters her mercilessly, stacking her up with stiff elbows and chugging away, Sienna taking tremendous punishment, held up by the ropes as the brunette splits her guard with a left uppercut, followed up by a right hook that spins the blonde around, Sienna looking glassy eyed into the stands as Natalie loads up for a left... BELL! Miller collapsing against the top rope, official rushing in to prevent a finishing punch after the bell as Portman seethes.
R5: Natalie storms out of her corner as the round begins, eager to put away a hated foe, jabbing Sienna back into her own corner, breaking her girl down as she digs hooks into her belly, tagging her with hateful crosses as the blonde tries to fight back, crowd roaring as Portman dominates her girl, Nat loading up on a right, planting her feet and hurling a missile of a hook at her girl, shot slamming off blonde mitts, slapping them off her face, blonde somehow managing to snare Portman's left, stuffing a trio of lefts into her eye as Nat cries out. Portman slamming an elbow off Miller's chest as the pair lean against the cables for support, blonde gritting her teeth, crying out as she thuds blows downwards against Portman's guard as she bobs and weaves against the turnbuckles, Nat glassy eyed after a left uppercut snaps her head back, ready to go as she somehow manages to wrap her mitts around Miller's core and grip her bottoms to avoid taking a knee. Sienna snarling, unable to shake her foe, raising her right to slam downwards on Portman as the ref separates them, Natalie swooning against the ropes, damp hair obscuring her left eye, mitts at her chest as Sienna charges, blonde slamming jabs off Nat's mitts, dipping at the waist and slapping hooks off toned brunette abs as Portman doesn't throw back! Sienna nearly breaks her foe in half with a shot just below the belly button, bringing Nat's mitts down and exposing her face, brunette glassy eyed, staring in astonishment as Miller snaps her head back with a trio of heavy right jabs, crowd roaring as Portman leans against the ropes, head drooping into her chest as ... bell! Portman somehow survives the fifth after taking a brutal beating in the final minute. Battered vixens mere shells of the confident beauties that entered the arena earlier, Sienna spent on her stool, chest heaving as she takes on water furiously, Nat receiving a generous quantity of enswell as she stares at the lights, lips pursed as she listens to her seconds.
R6: Sienna clearly demoralized as she takes a deep breath and comes out for the sixth, throwing everything but the kitchen sink at her foe, but plucky Portman just won't stay down! Nat cautiously working her way forward, left eye swelling from blonde work in the fifth, pumping out quick jabs before weaving to her left. Miller gassed, giving pursuit but getting lumped up in the process, crimson droplets trickling from her nose after a left cross swivels her head, Sienna forced to clinch as Natalie slowly muscles her back to the ropes, laying in belly to belly as blonde desperately tries to buy time by pulling Nat's head down with her raised mitts, brunette taking advantage, pumping compact hooks into Sienna's throbbing body, blonde abs quivering as Portman's mitts thud against them. Miller's eyes welling up as she begins to sob gently on Natalie's shoulder, muttering as the bell sounds! Portman raising her mitts thinking she's won but the official bodies her back from a battered Sienna as Jaime Pressly rushes forward to escort her girl back for repairs.
R7: Natalie continues to break down her blonde, Sienna whimpering and grimacing as Nat continually lands left hooks to her right hip, punished with stiff right jabs when she tries to counter, blonde covering up earmuff, elbows at her sides in an attempt to protect her body as Portman turns her attention to blonde navel, slapping a pair of hooks off her exposed belly, as Miller cries out in agony. Natalie reveling in her foes plight, momentarily dropping her mitts and jutting out her chin as Sienna flails away with a left hook, eyes watering from sustained punishment, blonde all but crippled to the body as she takes a beating along the ropes, battered from corner to corner as Natalie imposes her will, slamming a left hook into Miller's breasts, following up with a right hook to the ribs that brings a weary Sienna staggering forward and dropping to her knees a split second after the bell! Miller pressing her forehead against the canvas, tears streaming down her face as she cries out in agony, Natalie screaming at the official that she dropped before the bell, buying the Empire corner precious seconds to help their fallen blonde back to her stool. Nat steadily erasing Sienna's lead as this war enters the final stanza.
R8: A tale of two fighters in the eighth, arguably one of the best rounds of Natalie's career and one of the worst of Sienna's. Brunette taking command from the bell, snapping Miller's head back with a left jab right hook combination, sending her reeling into the turnbuckles, blasting her blonde with a left uppercut to the solar plexus, forcing Sienna to take a seat on the second turnbuckle. Brunette snarling, eyes twinkling as she narrows in on Miller's heaving chest and belly, raining down lefts and rights on her stricken foe, essentially creating a treasure mark x just above blonde navel. Ref looking on with concern as Sienna desperately tries to weather the storm, turning meekly against the cables as Portman chugs away, eyes welling up as she keeps her right at her cheek, crossing her left across her belly, turning to her right and looking piteously into the stands, eyes beginning to shut as the bell sounds to end the round. Miller falling forward as the ref pulls Natalie away, pressing her forehead to the canvas in agony as Jaime tenderly helps her to the Empire corner. Blonde all but breaking down on her stool, Pressly on the verge of throwing in the towel, taking a step backwards before Miller sobs out "noooo"! Kate Hudson desperately probing and icing down Miller's body, blonde showing heart in continuing, but just how much more can she take?
R9: Sienna staggering into the cables as action resumes, pursing her lips as she lowers her guard and beckons Portman forward. Natalie hopping forward, greeted by a pair of left jabs off her guard, blonde evading a follow up right hook, countering with a left to the ribs that wins a gasp of surprise from the brunette, following up with a right uppercut to her breasts before wrapping her arms around Natalie's core and holding her tightly until the ref breaks the clinch, retreating back to the apron and bending against the ropes, snapping off more quick jabs as Natalie closes in, Portman looking to further break her foes will, leaning in cheek to cheek with and trading furious flurries with Sienna, both ladies exhausted as five and six punch combinations slowly give way to one or two punch combinations. Brunette slowly taking control after landing a beautiful right uppercut just below blonde belly button, Miller bending forward, managing to wrap her arms around Portman's elbows, holding on as the bell sounds to end the ninth. Natalie bellowing at the official between deep breaths, complaining about Sienna's clinches, blonde narrowly taking a close, bitter round due to her work in the opening moments. Natalie seething on her stool as she glares at her foe across the ring, rising before the bell to bat her mitts together, brunette keen to knock her girl out rather than risk a decision.
R10: Brunette flying across the ring, rushing a groggy Miller and punishing her along the ropes. Nat letting her hands fly, lathering her blonde with hooks to the body to weaken her guard before snapping her head back with a trio of heavy jabs, stunning her with a head swiveling right hook as Sienna staggers to her left, drifting along the ropes as Portman gives pursuit, trapping Sienna in the neutral corner and chugging away as the crowd roars in appreciation, exhausted but firm abs and biceps rippling as she shreds away at blonde body, leaning in to jut Sienna's chin upwards with her own head then continuing her bombardment, Miller sobbing as she desperately looks for answers, eating a horrendous left hook that sends her mouthpiece flying to the canvas, but somehow finding Natalie's chin with her flailing right, Portman's head viciously bounced ninety degrees and back again like a jack in the box, spit and sweat flying across the ring as she teeters into the ropes, Sienna stumbling forward on autopilot, slamming a left into Portman's gasping mouth before staggering into her foe, dazed beauties leaning into one another, both would surely be on the canvas if not for sheer stubborn will, wrapping their arms around one another and nearly falling through the ropes as they lean against the top strand, slowly resuming action as they trade sloppy shots in the pocket, hooks tapping against offending bellies and breasts, uppercuts grazing rival chins, both girls sobbing in exhaustion, whimpering upon receipt as they desperately try to find a way to end a grueling tenth, mercifully the bell sounds to bring this savage battle to an end. Both girls needing assistance to return to their stools, staring at the canvas in disbelief as their seconds try to clean them up for the decision. Sienna blubbering as she thinks there are two rounds left, Natalie not much better for wear, mitts drooped over the ropes as she stares at the rafters, moaning as her body is iced down. Finally after a three minute delay the official calls the pair mid ring, both girls bawling as the cards are read aloud, your winner by one point decision, Sienna Miller!
AFTER: Blonde wailing, stopping once Jaime informs her that she's won, Natalie shaking her head in disbelief, helped out of the ring by her seconds as Sienna follows suit. About a half hour after the conclusion cameras find Nat in her dressing room, brunette refusing to accept the decision, demanding a rematch anytime, anywhere!
