Originally posted by Simguy on 3/20/2008, 6:31 pm

Before: Similar-built ingénues—similar records (although Belle’s pro debut—Vancamp with only a couple of paid prize fights)—it’s a good calibration fight for two beauties with bright futures. “I’m a boxer,” Camilla tells press who are unfamiliar, “but I WILL slug if the occasion requires. After Emily goes down, you’ll know me better—I’ll use her to showcase my talent and give everybody just a taste of what I can do.”

Vancamp pursing lips—this is just as big an opportunity fir her as it is for Camilla. “Don’t get too attached to this girl,” Emil warns media in prefight. “I don’t know how much more we’ll be seeing of her after this fight. I’m in the mood for a splashy televised win, and beating up a movie-girl is just what the doctor ordered, I’ve got a fever…and the only cure is…more Camilla!”

Belle in royal blue cotton tank top (tight); scarlet cotton bottoms; long straight brown hair with bangs; small white gloves. Vancamp in baby blue pastel tank top and panties, small white gloves—hair in long blonde battle braid.

During R1: Crisp boxing from both girls, Each lithe, springy—hopping out of range, then quickly adjusting back in with legs already in stance. Elbows in, dukes up—girls spit jabs and right hands up the middle—delivery brisk, straight off-the-shoulder. Tidy-line combinations as girls double up lefts, drop right hands chasers. Defence is good, with both using their legs primarily—Belle also dipping and rolling her torso to utilize head movement. Down the stretch, Vancamp doubles the jab, rifles a right cross through to chin, punching Camilla’s face hard-starboard: Belle’s  knees buckle—she totters around in earmuff as Emily takes the round with a stinging connect.

R2:: Camilla still a little rattled—Emil reads it, pounces. Vancamp on Belle with hooks to body—blonde arching her back, gouging at flat brunette tummy with left hands off the left (front) foot. Belle gives ground, looking concerned: Emily stalks, neatly punching back Camilla’s petty face with an I-see-you jab. Middle minute—Em walking cam down along the aprons: quick left hook/right hand pounce-in stuns Belle—sits her on ropes; hurt. Vancamp quick-shifting to her right, starts rapidly hooking at Camilla’s chest: brunette’s shudders, drops to all fours as ref bundles seething blonde back. Belle collects herself, takes a businesslike 8: Emily pounces back on with a brace of pinging jabs. Hard-pressed, grimacing—Belle rotates torso, hands at her temples, then starts shoeshining back lefts and rights in scrubbing combination. Emily buffeted across her face—just enough distraction for Belle to spin off the ropes, leg out the round as Vancamp turns and pursues.

R3: Camilla spits jabs into Emily’s hairline—small glove chiseling and skidding off forehead. Emily pounds her jab to Camilla’s chest, negotiating distance. Camilla drops in the odd right up top but also deploys a rangy, lashing right to Emily’s left flank—scoring with the palm-down delivery. Vancamp grumpy  from the body shots—backing off: Belle able to step in, lean, and loop a lariat right hand wide to chin, buzzing Vancamp’s knees. Scything blast jerks Emily a quarter turn to her right—butt back—she nearly swoons, but steadies against the ropes, showing earmuff. Camilla attacking with eyes narrowed: tic-toc right/left off the waist harms Emily, bends her forward in hurt. Cam shifts right, gouges fish-hook left, uppercuts to Emily’s sternum: blonde grunting, knees buckling as she withstands heartless brunette assault. Final minute—Camilla hacking the wide, palm-down right hand in above em’s left hip: digging hooks amidships, or scouring hooks up top—when Vancamp strikes back! Hook from Emily finds chin as she’s leaning back into ropes on follow through: she sees Camilla’s startled, immediately bounces into her with chopping right. Belle on her heels, trying to slide back out of range: Emil able to step=with, touch Camilla pesky straight rights and lefts as blonde denies brunette finishing run.

R4: Unexpectedly tough, hard-hitting fight has both girls battle-worn—faces scuffed, eyes puffy. They meet midring, jabbing each other’s faces. Emily working her jab upstairs and down, loosens Camilla—drives in with a hard right cross to knock Belle’s knees together. Camilla hurt—stumbling forward behind her mitts: Em stepping back in good order, treats herself to some good, good body blows—her arms shivering as she bats away to rib, both hands. Emily turning at ropes—very nice, deft footwork: jotting, straight lefts and rights poured into Camilla’s left ear puts brunette against the ropes in a fog. Blonde goes at brunette: Emily workmanlike, busy—long legs in wide stance as she systematically wipes lefts and rights across Camilla’s front. Camilla weepy—getting trounced—she’s covering up earmuff—sitting in the ropes, wearily bobbing and rolling her torso as Vancamp whittles away. Camilla’s inexperience showing as she refuses to clinch: Vancamp allowed to work and reset, keeping Camilla under pressure bell to bell.

R%: girls jab each other hot midring—teeth bared as stabbing left hands got to breasts with jamming action. Camilla jabbing at Emily’s left eye with vigour, pounding it, hurting it: Vancamp jabbing Camilla’s mouth, then hooking her chin as Belle tries to step out. Tasty back and forth—girls rotating clockwise midring—a little more flat footed as they punch out the jabs, relying more on blocks and torso-rolls for defence as each stands her ground. Middle minute—Camilla inching closer—she’s batting right/left tic-toc blows off Emily’s waist, then covering up as wincing blonde tries to answer—Camilla blocking waistline—blonde grimacing in pain, hooking back at Camilla’s chin as this thing graduates into full blown toe-to-toe. Camilla right/left to waist, then surprising Em by coming upstairs with the hook to pre-empt blonde’s own hook: VANCAMP IS SHOOK! Emily beaten to the punch and rocked—torso whip-sawing gently as her knees give way, Camilla excited—misses a sliding right, then checks Emily’s chin a smooth, curling left uppercut—PUTTING VANCAMP DOWN! Em stretched on her back, knees up—hands above her head—head lolling side to side—it’s OVER! KO5  in seesaw fashion—Camilla Belle.

After: Busted up and spooked Belle not getting the showcase she had anticipated: Vancamp fighting tooth and nail tonight, narrowed missed stopping her brunette in a surprising firefight. “She caught me early,” Camilla admits in postfight, “and I was hurt for a few minutes—but I was never really in danger of going out. I think that did effect my boxing though—she was being very aggressive with me, and we didn’t expect that, so I had to start slugging more than I had intended to. Like I said—I can punch when the occasion calls for it—and the occasion was calling tonight!’

Reposted by Archer 7/20/09.