Jennifer Connelly faces Kate Beckinsale

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Jenn  Connelly is still peeved that she lost a battle with Denise Richards at her yoga studio. And Kate Beckinsale remains mortified that she let Gabrielle Union demolish her in public recently. When the two acquaintances meet at a film opening, they chat to catch up. Naturally, their conversation turns to how they've fared on the fight circuit.

"Practice, that's what I need," Connelly shares.
"You bet," Kate agrees, "It's hard to get fights lined up in this youth-oriented culture.

Their eyes meet. Why not? The next day they contact the manager of the new private event space and arrange to reserve its mat room.

When they arrive the following week, Gwen Stefani, the 56 year old singer with abs of steel, has just finished her workout and quickly agrees to supervise training and work as their referee once they settle into a competitive match. Jenn, 54 and Kate, 52, are both 5'7" tall are about equally lean and toned. Kate has a tiny waist. Jenn has more defined abs. Oh, and Jenn still has boobs although sadly reduced from her youth—she's the only one of these three still packing... All three wear simple sports bras and shorts, as does G.  Kate and Jenn both stand in awe of Gwen's overall fitness, but especially her abs. Kate taps Gwen's belly, shaking her head in admiration.


"Okay,  abs training it is," Gwen laughs as she leads them in a killer 30 minutes workout.  As they exercise, Beckinsale demonstrates her remarkable flexibility. Connelly's arms and legs show the power they carry. Kate is no slouch, mind you, but neither can match Gwen's audacious, no fat, all muscle body.


After a short break, Kate and Jennifer are ready for some competition. Gwen states the agreed-on  ground rules—grappling, no punching, tests of endurance and resilience. Best 2 of 3...


The room mats are thin. The two women start on their knees. Kate propels herself forward, getting her right  arm around Jenn's head, her left around Jenn's back. As they hit the mat, Connelly's left arm is caught inside the lock, up against Beckinsale's head. The Brit locks her arms tight as she leans hard on her opponent. Jenn is on her back, with her head and shoulders under her opponent's weight. She twists and circles her body but Kate rolls with her keeping her own body compact and the headlock tight.  Connelly continually works her legs, rolling around on the mat, but Kate continually adjusts to keep her locked in. This battle goes on for more than 3 minutes. Straining to maintain pressure on her foe, Kate works hard. Her toned arms apply relentless pressure as her body adjusts itself to each change in position from Connelly's shifting defense.

"Give up Connelly, I've got you and you know it." Kate stammers out.

Connelly is hurting, but she doesn't reply. She is expending more energy than Kate as she works without stopping,  throwing her legs and hips side to side. Jenn is on her back, on one side, then the other. The Brit amps up as much pressure as she can, throwing her body on top of Jennifer, beside her, nearly perpendicular to her trapped foe. Finally, Jenn makes it up to her knees . Beckinsale crams her head hard into the mat, hard. Jennifer yelps but doesn't collapse. She drives her left knee into Kate's ribs, then pulls her head free and pumps her right palm into Kate's face.


"Bitch," Beckinsale spits.
"Legal," Gwen state.


Jenn is up  on her knees and leaps on Kate. Beckinsale tries to turtle up as Jenn leans in. Connelly has her right arm coming over Kate's shoulder. Connelly's left hand works under the Brit's body to find and grasp her left and lock a headlock on the Britt.  Kate presses up to her knees with Jenn on her back, holding tight as the Brit shakes, twists, then turtles again. Jenn sits back on her left knee as she pushes her right leg into the mat attempting to pull Kate out of her shell. Both women grunting they struggle. Kate is pulled up to her knees. Connelly, now riding Beckinsale's back, shifts enough to wrap her lean, strong legs around Kate's middle. Beckinsale works from here knees with Connelly holding on with arms and legs. Each woman is sweat drenched. Each struggles mightily for long seconds until Connelly tips and rolls them to the side. With her arms around Kate's upper body, Jenn rolls to her back and secures a proper waist scissors, holding Beckinsale on top of her. Jenn's arms and hands remained locked across Kate's chest. Jenn's rubs her locked arms across Kate's small boobs.

"Smart. Left your boobs at home for the fight I see," Connelly observes with a smirk.
"No boob jokes," Gwen commands, laughing.
"That's what I said, 'no boobs," Jenn smirks, holding tight.

The Brit grabs Connelly's right hand, twisting her fingers.  Connelly keeps the pressure of her scissors tight. Kate rolls to her right hip, Connelly's legs clamp tighter around her waist . Jenn's head presses down on top of Kate's head.

"Time for you to tap out. You fought a good fight-- but I own your skinny ass," Jenn commands.
"Fuck off. I'm only getting started," comes Kate's halting reply.

Connelly slips her arm up around her foe's neck. Kate yanks and claws, trying to pull it away. Both bodies quiver in all out strain. The Brit has been trapped here for over a minute, her wet hair is plastered to her face, but she will not tap out as Connelly applies relentless pressure to force the tap. Both gas tanks approach empty...

Feeling the weight of Kate's body fully  on top of her, Connelly locks both hands together around Kate's chest as she leans to her side,  stretching out her scissoring legs as she puts major hurt on Beckinsale. Connelly sports bra is drenched. She's the obvious winner of the wet-tee shirt segment of this contest...

Nonetheless, the strain in Connelly's face is evident.  Kate can only manage small resistant movements. Jenn remains in control.  Beckinsale shows her determination and resilience as she  summons the strength to roll to her belly-- with Connelly on her back.  The scissors hold is compromised a bit, but Jenn keeps her legs largely in place.
Connelly has been in total control for more than 2 minutes now. Fatigue and pain for both women set in, but especially for Kate. Connelly works to systematically break her down.  At three minutes, Jenn rolls them to their sides. Her scissors pulse tight. She repositions her arms into a full nelson, then rolls once more to her back, securing Kate on top of her. Jenn turns her power up to eleven. Kate wails, flailing the limbs of her trapped body. But the look on her face says it all. After 3 minutes, trapped, exhausted and punished, Kate taps out frantically.


"Break. You've got 5 minutes before you start againl. Great fight from both of you!" Gwen states.


Jennifer releases her captive, gently rolling her to the mat. Neither woman moves for a few moments. Connelly rests just behind Beckinsale. Both women are panting hard.


"Damn you are a strong bitch," Kate  offers.
"You, too!" is all that Jenn can reply.


With a surprising amount of energy, Kate rolls to her knees. Jenn stands and offers Kate a hand to help her up. Kate takes it, stands and smiles as she points to Connelly's still trembling legs.

"I know, right!" Jenn laughs as the women walk to their corners for to towel off and drink water.

The timer clock rings. Starting again on their knees, they circle.  Kate moves first and quickly secures a headlock, working to force Connelly to the mat. Jenn braces, resisting, but Beckinsale slowly wins this battle. Connelly is, once more, starting the fall on her back as Beckinsale bears down on her.


Jenn kicks her legs as she flails around. Kate is determined to keep her down and win this fall. Jenn wiggles enough to slip the headlock as Kate tries to ride her back. Beckinsale wraps her arms around Connelly's head, slips to her side and scissors Jenn's waist, locking her down tight. Jenn twists her body  violently and breaks the scissors. As Kate tries to resecure her legs, Jenn catches Kate's left leg between her thighs. Kate curses. Jenn's legs are strong. The pressure hurts. Connelly turns her attention to Kate's arms and slowly pulls her head free. Kate adroitly grabs both of Jenn's wrists. Still riding Jenn's back, Beckinsale manages to pull her trapped leg free and quickly knees Connelly in her crotch, twice.  As they struggle Kate works both  legs just below Connelly's butt.


Kate grasps Jenn's left elbow and bends that arm around Jenn's neck. Connelly's face turns beet red. Kate pours her strength into a now tight waist scissors. She pulls up on Jenn's bent arm, putting pressure on her foe's shoulder. Connelly moans. She's in trouble and she knows it.


"Gottach! You're not getting out of this," Kate hisses.


Connelly's eyes go wide, then squeeze shut. She holds out for twenty seconds, but she knows she's trapped with no escape. A long, low groan is her only reply. Kate smiles, then drains her reserve tank as she cranks up pressure on Jenn's arm and waist.

Unable to tap out, Jenn whimpers "Let me go, I submit." 
Gwen  steps in, tapping Kate' shoulder hard,  instructs—"She's finished, let her go."


It takes a few beats too long for Kate to process the instruction. She just keeps cranking up the pressure—until Gwen grabs her by the hair and yanks hard to get her attention. Beckinsale relents. She releases Connelly's arm and stops pulsing her legs.  Gwen steps in to pull the quietly crying American out of the Brit's grasp.


"The match is even, one fall each. Jenn, can you continue? Take five minutes and see where you are. And Kate, hell-of-a comeback.  Just wow!" Gwen offers.


Kate unwinds her body from Jenn's and sits, knees up, taking deep breaths as she watches Jenn remain flat on the mat. She feels a moment of compassion, but then smiles, gets up and walks to her towel. Slowly, Connelly rolls to her side and pushes herself off the mat. Rolling her shoulder to get feeling back, she walks to her towel and stands, glaring at the gal who just took her apart.


Time's up. Jennifer, determined to hang tough, marches to the center of the mat for the final fall and beckons Kate forward. The women stand just a few feet apart. Jenn offers her hand. Kate takes it and they shake—it's a contest not a war. They drop to their knees and face off.


Arms reach out for position. Jenn blocks Kate. Kate blocks Jenn as their bodies press in close. Their arms reach up, both looking for a way in. Kate grabs Jenn's left arm and draws it down and straight back. Connely winces. Her left shoulder is not happy. But Jenn twists her body to the left. Her right elbow spins by grazing Kate's face. Drawing her right arm back, Connelly backhands Beckinsale's face. More startled than hurt, Kate leaves an opening for Jenn to continue twisting left, taking pressure off her left side as she wraps her right arm around Kate's head and drag her down to the mat. Jenn quickly jams her knee into Kate's side. But the Brit won't have it. She uses her epic flexibility to twist into Connelly, draw back a leg and kicks her in the gut. Kate pulls herself free and stands up.


As Connely gets back to her knees, Beckinsale reaches forward. She grabs Jenn's left arm, knees her left side and knocking her to her back. Kate gives the captured arm a twist. Connelly yelps. Kate quickly drops to the mat. She lands on her back with her legs extended across Connely's body holding Jenn's arm tight for a setup submission. Jenn wants no part of the intended armbar.  She leans left toward Kate, grabs her own left wrist and draws her arm up, taking off a bit of pressure. An intense struggle ensues as Jenn works to keep her elbow bent while Kate leans in as she works to straighten out Jenn's arm and lock in an armbar. Connelly works like her survival depends on escape.


Connelly is just strong enough to stop Kate from stretching out her arm, but the battle is exhausting. Kate pulls at Jenn's arm for all she's worth. She leans back for more leverage. She can feel Jenn's resistance slowly fad. She smiles in anticipation.


Planting feet and bridging her butt up, Jenn suddenly twists her body around and into Kate. She uses her right elbow to press into Kate's leg away as she rolls up on top of Kate with her left arm free.  Kate shoves her off.


"Son of a bitch," Kate shouts,  "I had you, I nearly had you!"


Both women get to their feet circling.  Connelly gently works on her left arm.  Beckinsale seems to be laser focused on Jenn's left arm.  Trickery! She shoots in low taking Jenn's legs out.  Tangled on the mat, Kate's flexibility is evident as she twists her body around and throws her legs around her foe's waist. Connelly works up to her knees, facing Kate, who immediately grabs a handful of hair,  jerks Jenn's head to one side and backhands her across the face three times as she works to clamp down her scissors.


"You want a war, you've got it," Jenn hisses.
"Don't b a pansy," Kate snaps back.


Connelly slams her right elbow down into Kate' gut, then punches her in the crotch. Jenn drives forward, slipping out of Kate's legs. The women kick at each other.  Jenn grabs Kate by her hair and pulls her down into her own waist scissors. Connelly twists Kate's hair, forcing her onto her back. Jenn locks her thighs tight, brutally tight. Her right-hand grabs Kate's right wrist, her left hand continues to pull hair as she straightens out her body, leaning hard into her scissors. Kate claws at Jenn's legs. Connelly curses and yanks her foe's hair and pulses her formidable thighs. Beckinsale can barely catch a breath. Her scalp is on fire. Her ribs feel like they will soon give out.  Kate presses her free hand against Jenn's legs and manages to twist around, facing away from Jenn and manages to sit up.  Jenn leans in behind her, determined to hold Kate tight and end the contest. The Brit slams her head back into Jenn's forehead.


The shock of the impact  loosens Connelly's legs. Kate pulls herself nearly free. Connelly,  in a dazed fury,  jumps on her back. Straddling Kate's waist, Jenn pulls her right arm into a hammerlock.


"Let's see how you like this. Payback's a bitch," Jenn spits.


Connelly puts her weight into the hammerlock. Kate kicks her legs, screams. She taps out.


"Jenn, it's finished, you've won. Let her go," Stefani shouts, bending to pull Jenn off of the defeated Beckinsale.


Jenn stands up, satisfied with her win. Gwen helps Kate to her feet, standing between the two tired combatants,  Gwen suddenly grabs both by the hair and brings their heads down close together.


"You think that was a tough match? Neither of you would last 5 minutes with me," Gwen scoffs.

Kate and Jenn glare up at Gwen. The blonde drives  them down to their knees, then forces their heads to the mat.

"Just decide with of you has the guts to go first..." Stefani  challenges as she walks away.