Post by Lookout! Boxing on Mar 30, 2019 11:38:47 GMT -6
Natalie Portman
versus Camila Mendes
Before: Natalie is adamant: “Olivia’s special. You don’t make “Nessa worship your abs on the 20th anniversary card unless you’re ready to take the title. But nobody gets to talk ‘dynasty.’ The Swans are the only double threat in the flyweight division, and beating up a bunch of Front Street isn’t going to put Camila in my class.”
“Front Street girls? Like the one that beat YOU last month, and are fighting for the belts tonight? THOSE creampuffs?” Camila comes back. “I’m kicking the door down on the flyweight division, and Natalie is just in my way!”
Camila in purple bikini with black gloves, hair in a battle pony. Natalie in a red bandeau, hair loose and free, red gloves.
R1: Natalie busy about her girl - double jab to the body backing Camila off, allowing Nat to take canvas. Portman closing distance, getting off in combination: spicy lefts and rights challenge ‘Mila's head movement and blocking schemes as Nat's flurries take effect. Two minutes of Natalie pressing the pace, getting off: down the stretch she's dousing Camila with lefts and rights when Mendes counters A LOOPING RIGHT HAND FROM THE CROUCH! Portman smashed upside the head as she's prepping a right uppercut...torso tilts-right; left foot comes off canvas and plants too far right; right foot overcompensates from there, nearly sitting her down. Mendes pouncing on spastic Portman: hooking her amidships then hooking her tits. Natalie staggers backwards to ropes all frazzled, Camila steps-to: shoveling right takes Portman in her belly; stand-up left digs into tummy; chickenwing left elbow pushes Nat back into ropes and MENDES WANTS RACK! TORRID slap-chopping rights and lefts, Portman slouched in ropes, momentarily amazed, Mendes claps away for points, steals the round and leaves Natalie hugging her jubblies as ref's pulling ‘Mila off late!
R2: Camila consolidating taking the fight to Natalie with looping, loose-limbed slugging from both sides. Portman backing up, getting clocked upside the head and reeling to the ropes, Mendes landing hard out of her crouch as she bounces fists off Natalie's cranium. Wheels fall off the apple cart late as Portman retreats to a corner, closes up her stance like she's going to duck to her right side, instead TURNS INTO A SHORT RIGH COUNTER as Mendes loads up, beating the brunette to the punch. Camila stepping funky, Natalie clouts her a wide left hook on the mouth, spins out and shoves Mendes into the ropes. Nice series of straight one-twos to consolidate--Portman has Camila's head bobbing helplessly at the bell. Both fighters proving dangerous, Mendes trickling blood from nose and left side of her mouth, Portman already puffy around the left eye
R3: Camila shakes it off and goes right back to work. On the prowl, backing Portman up, pounding that left eye again with counter right hand over Natalie’s jab and clocking that chin with a leaping hook. Camila stacking Portman up at the ropes, shoving the Hall-of-Famer hard in the shoulders, then going waist with both dukes--nice thumping beef on the beltline has Natalie stooping forward. Mendes turns her shoulders inside and pick up Portman's tits with thudding lefts and rights in tight.
R4: Natalie doubling up the jab, shooting a right cross--she clips Camila's chin in the opening moments to send her stagger-stepping to the ropes. Patient follow up from Portman--always approaching behind her jab, getting Mendes covered up, then dipping over to roast those ribs with a snatching hook. Natalie really punishing Camila with left hands, hooks thick in the flank wobbling Mendes to her left with little babysteps, cruel jabs busting up eyes, bloodying the nose. Camila badly busted up, but refusing to punk—she begins matching Natalie jab for stinging jab midring in a spiteful display of face punching. It's Portman giving ground late, Mendes stepping forward and extending on a crashing right to the jaw that sends Natalie wobbly butt again! Portman hurt, leaning forward behind her gloves, Mendes steps-to and claws at her girls' flanks with rapacious rights and lefts at the bell. Camila chesting up to force eye contact, these girls are taking it deep on one another tonight, but Mendes is pulling ahead on the cards.
R5: Camila sets up with a stiff jab early, knocking back Natalie's head, backing her up – swarming in when Portman's back touches ropes. Mendes bumping in with her left shoulder, pumping repeat right hands to tummy and tits have Natalie sitting on ropes, not answering back. Portman scowling, launching off the ropes to clinch, ref issuing breaks, pushing Mendes back. Camila constantly rushing to attack Nat at the ropes; Portman covering up, bending and rolling at the waist, Mendes getting big, standing up tall and stuffing both hands into Natalie's trembling gut. Camila can taste the quit, pours it on thick to get Natalie out of there. Portman dukes at her temples, twists to lean her right shoulder into ropes, rolling the right hook and ANSWERING BACK A STUBBY RIGHT TO CHIN! Gorgeous pinpoint counter rocks Camila's head back, unhinges her knees, swaying helplessly on the spot as Nat bites a tight hook across the chin, puts another right on the button and DOWN GOES MENDES! Camila sprawled out on her back, hands above her head, eyelashes fluttering. Natalie jogs to the neutral corner, panting as she watches Mendes roooollll onto her right side shaky with hurt...BUT NO FURTHER! KO5 for Natalie Portman as she survives a slam-bang scorcher!
After: By accident or design, Natalie’s recent endurance issues don’t factor into this one. Meanwhile, Camila in a full-fledged slump can’t seem to buy a win right now as O&E’s Consortium Curse remains in full effect for everyone not named Olivia!
versus Camila Mendes
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
Before: Natalie is adamant: “Olivia’s special. You don’t make “Nessa worship your abs on the 20th anniversary card unless you’re ready to take the title. But nobody gets to talk ‘dynasty.’ The Swans are the only double threat in the flyweight division, and beating up a bunch of Front Street isn’t going to put Camila in my class.”
“Front Street girls? Like the one that beat YOU last month, and are fighting for the belts tonight? THOSE creampuffs?” Camila comes back. “I’m kicking the door down on the flyweight division, and Natalie is just in my way!”
Camila in purple bikini with black gloves, hair in a battle pony. Natalie in a red bandeau, hair loose and free, red gloves.
R1: Natalie busy about her girl - double jab to the body backing Camila off, allowing Nat to take canvas. Portman closing distance, getting off in combination: spicy lefts and rights challenge ‘Mila's head movement and blocking schemes as Nat's flurries take effect. Two minutes of Natalie pressing the pace, getting off: down the stretch she's dousing Camila with lefts and rights when Mendes counters A LOOPING RIGHT HAND FROM THE CROUCH! Portman smashed upside the head as she's prepping a right uppercut...torso tilts-right; left foot comes off canvas and plants too far right; right foot overcompensates from there, nearly sitting her down. Mendes pouncing on spastic Portman: hooking her amidships then hooking her tits. Natalie staggers backwards to ropes all frazzled, Camila steps-to: shoveling right takes Portman in her belly; stand-up left digs into tummy; chickenwing left elbow pushes Nat back into ropes and MENDES WANTS RACK! TORRID slap-chopping rights and lefts, Portman slouched in ropes, momentarily amazed, Mendes claps away for points, steals the round and leaves Natalie hugging her jubblies as ref's pulling ‘Mila off late!
R2: Camila consolidating taking the fight to Natalie with looping, loose-limbed slugging from both sides. Portman backing up, getting clocked upside the head and reeling to the ropes, Mendes landing hard out of her crouch as she bounces fists off Natalie's cranium. Wheels fall off the apple cart late as Portman retreats to a corner, closes up her stance like she's going to duck to her right side, instead TURNS INTO A SHORT RIGH COUNTER as Mendes loads up, beating the brunette to the punch. Camila stepping funky, Natalie clouts her a wide left hook on the mouth, spins out and shoves Mendes into the ropes. Nice series of straight one-twos to consolidate--Portman has Camila's head bobbing helplessly at the bell. Both fighters proving dangerous, Mendes trickling blood from nose and left side of her mouth, Portman already puffy around the left eye
R3: Camila shakes it off and goes right back to work. On the prowl, backing Portman up, pounding that left eye again with counter right hand over Natalie’s jab and clocking that chin with a leaping hook. Camila stacking Portman up at the ropes, shoving the Hall-of-Famer hard in the shoulders, then going waist with both dukes--nice thumping beef on the beltline has Natalie stooping forward. Mendes turns her shoulders inside and pick up Portman's tits with thudding lefts and rights in tight.
R4: Natalie doubling up the jab, shooting a right cross--she clips Camila's chin in the opening moments to send her stagger-stepping to the ropes. Patient follow up from Portman--always approaching behind her jab, getting Mendes covered up, then dipping over to roast those ribs with a snatching hook. Natalie really punishing Camila with left hands, hooks thick in the flank wobbling Mendes to her left with little babysteps, cruel jabs busting up eyes, bloodying the nose. Camila badly busted up, but refusing to punk—she begins matching Natalie jab for stinging jab midring in a spiteful display of face punching. It's Portman giving ground late, Mendes stepping forward and extending on a crashing right to the jaw that sends Natalie wobbly butt again! Portman hurt, leaning forward behind her gloves, Mendes steps-to and claws at her girls' flanks with rapacious rights and lefts at the bell. Camila chesting up to force eye contact, these girls are taking it deep on one another tonight, but Mendes is pulling ahead on the cards.
R5: Camila sets up with a stiff jab early, knocking back Natalie's head, backing her up – swarming in when Portman's back touches ropes. Mendes bumping in with her left shoulder, pumping repeat right hands to tummy and tits have Natalie sitting on ropes, not answering back. Portman scowling, launching off the ropes to clinch, ref issuing breaks, pushing Mendes back. Camila constantly rushing to attack Nat at the ropes; Portman covering up, bending and rolling at the waist, Mendes getting big, standing up tall and stuffing both hands into Natalie's trembling gut. Camila can taste the quit, pours it on thick to get Natalie out of there. Portman dukes at her temples, twists to lean her right shoulder into ropes, rolling the right hook and ANSWERING BACK A STUBBY RIGHT TO CHIN! Gorgeous pinpoint counter rocks Camila's head back, unhinges her knees, swaying helplessly on the spot as Nat bites a tight hook across the chin, puts another right on the button and DOWN GOES MENDES! Camila sprawled out on her back, hands above her head, eyelashes fluttering. Natalie jogs to the neutral corner, panting as she watches Mendes roooollll onto her right side shaky with hurt...BUT NO FURTHER! KO5 for Natalie Portman as she survives a slam-bang scorcher!
After: By accident or design, Natalie’s recent endurance issues don’t factor into this one. Meanwhile, Camila in a full-fledged slump can’t seem to buy a win right now as O&E’s Consortium Curse remains in full effect for everyone not named Olivia!
