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30 April 2010 Emile de Ravin vs Shakira

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"LITTLE BUT B.A.D."

BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on 4/30/2010, 8:47 am

BEFORE: Similar little blonde buzz-saws trying to gain traction: there can be only one. "Wiping out Shakira puts me above her, and first in line for the bigger fights at flyweight," shrugs savvy Emilie in prefight. "I need to stall her out so I can stay busy. It's harsh, but that's boxing. Into the woodchipper with her!" (pronounced woodchippah by Emilie in her Aussie drawl). Shakira sees it otherwise. "I overwhelmed the last little blonde I was matched with," Shakira says, disdaining even to say the girl's name, "I will overwhelm this one. I saw Emilie against Hayden: pathetic. De Ravin isn't strong enough to fight us the way she does." Emilie in yellow bikini top/green bottoms; frizzy hair in ponytail; small yellow gloves; short, tan UGG boxing booties. Shakira in jaguar-print bikini with faux torn loincloth bottoms; small black gloves; short, tan suede boxing moccasins with tassles.

During R1: Mirror-image whirling punches; blazing eyes; bared teeth: savage pasting sees Emilie drive Shakira almost to ropes - de Ravin scoring lefts and rights across Shak's face early. Shakira firms, doubles up digging hooks to ribs, then answers to face - driving Em back with clouting contact. Back and forth - little blondes stepping around, hurling themselves at each other - fists chopping and slicing away with palm-down aspect. Down the stretch, Shakira separates herself when a swinging right/left toggles Emilie's chin, unhinging her knees: Aussie backs away in distress, eyes shining. Bell: chests heaving, mouths wide open - Shakira forces hot eye contact, starts berating Em in Spanish.

R2: Emilie caught in her corner by hurtling Shakira: Colombian posts bell-to-bell beatdown as poor de-Ravin can't get out of there. It's just one little blonde stacking another up against her own turnbuckles and going at her: Em covering up with right hand palm-out at left cheek - left hand across her body. Shak baring teeth, whirling in lefts and rights: palm-down, streaking punches pelt at Emilie head to hip. Shak resetting herself simply by crossing her arms and pressing into Emilie: De Ravin belted groggy by her Colombian mistress through 2.

R3: Overconfident Shak caught loitering in HER corner: payback beatdown commences as Emilie finds her groove. De Ravin just blazing away - pouring it to Shak with the same whirling array of lefts and rights; stacking Shak up with squirming body-presses. Shakira dizzy with punishment - forming peek-a-boo with butt-on-turnbuckles - just trying to ride out the storm. Em carving in palm-down chippers behind Shake's elbows - gouging at the ribs: little Colombian cries out as Aussie tormentress has her way through 3.

R4: Fury unabated...Emilie hurtles across canvas, throwing herself at Shakira with mindless lefts and rights - just whirling in the shots. Shak raked to ropes early, belted and rocked: she firms, digs cruel right uppercuts over and over to offending breadbasket until Emilie's forced to back off. Scouring assaults back and forth as Shakira gradually imposes her will: toe-to-toe, she's paying a high price, but getting the better of trades as Emilie's punched into retreat.

R5: Emilie forward AGAIN: Aussie engages Colombian at full speed - fists flying like it's the first minute of the first round. Brilliant sequence of brisk lefts and rights pastes Shakira about both cheekbones: she's a startled beauty, slugged up out of her stance, staring when a palm-down hook clips across her chin and SITS HER DOWN! "WOO-HOO!" Em shrieks as she storms past - trampling Shakira's outstretched right thigh to cries of complaint. Shak up quickly, cursing in Spanish, pushing against he ref - but he stacks her up and makes her wait for 8. Em charges in but is met by fusillade of Shakira lefts and rights: senseless brawling goes Colombia's way as Australia is forced back to midring. HAMMER AND TONGS! final minute just a blue of stubby lefts and rights - girls squaring away, swinging from the pockets, pasting each other senseless. Bell: snarling blondes still winging - ref takes life into his hands as he edges in between mindless brawlers.

R6: Shakira separates herself - beating Em to whirling punches head-and-body, backing a breathless de Ravin up. Shak punishing Emilie along ropes during second minute - outworking her, bumping her into ropes, hooking her body without mercy. De Ravin's output drops: she's cringing, keeping elbows in, crouching to protect her body...but Shakira's fists are everywhere. Down the stretch, Emilie sobbing out, hugging her midsection as she doubles over: Shak snarling, scrubbing away on offered back to bash out points through 6.

R7: More and more it's Shakira coming forward, overwhelming Emilie, driving her backward. Emilie scoured along the ropes; Emilie pushed into corners and reduced. Shakira grunting, sweating, working - she whirls in palm-down lefts and rights, carving at hated Australian ribcage; she jerks in uppercuts, brushing Emilie upright; she scrubs feverishly at little Aussie jugs - hustling knuckles back and forth, side to side. Bell: Em butt-on-ropes, stricken; Shak burying hooks up underneath right elbow, Colombian buns ringing with the effort.

R8: Badly worn down de Ravin mouthbreathing, forlorn...she's shabby off her stool, eyelashes fluttering sleepily, lips parted. Shakira pours in, chasing Em ropeside via looping overhand rights. Em fights back, gets caught right hands as she's trying to hoist right uppercuts: Shakira swarming, overwhelming her girl. Em covers up face-in-gloves, elbows pressed against her body: Shakira bares teeth, leans in close, whirling in palm-down left/rights to carve in behind opposing elbows. It's all too much - Shakira chip-chopping away at helpless Aussie ribcage...little Emilie sitting in ropes, bleating into her palms...de Ravin slowly battered to all fours, tummy pumping piteously as she pants and whines in distress. It's over: de Ravin can't get off her knees...thrilling KO8 Shakira!

After: Shakira continues her successful comeback, matching mitts with a determined and very busy Australian until de Ravin's will broke. "I took away her spirit," Shakira proudly trumpets in post fight. "She came to Shakira as though she could take my punishment, but I proved her wrong. Her tears are like diamonds to me: priceless!"