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26 August 2009 Cindy Crawford vs Rebecca Romijn

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Posted by simguy on 8/26/2009, 11:31 am

BEFORE: Two words you don't often see in a sentence: "Welterweight Superfight." "Any time Cindy and I hook up, it's big," grins Becky Romijn. "I'm glad she's still active, 'cause putting a boot on that backside is one of my career objectives. As far as I'm concerned, girls like Cindy and Tyra are here to get me over: I'm just glad I'm getting the chance to make it happen!" Cindy equally pleased with the deal: it's her biggest fight in quite some time. "I'm still in better shape than Becky - always have been," Crawford shrugs. "She's thinking I can't keep up, but the bitter truth is that once her tank's on Empty, I'm still going to be working hard, getting things done in that ring. I can't wait to break her heart!" Becky in baby blue tshirt rolled up to her breast line; navy bikini bottoms; white gloves; shoulder length blonde curls. Cindy in black bikini; hair loose n' beachy; black gloves. Outdoor beach bout at the AVP permanent facility, Malibu - standard ring set up on beach volleyball court.

During R1: Early trade in right hands...CINDY'S DOWN! Crawford on all fours seconds in, blinking in wonder: Romijn grinnin' dimply, jogging to neutral corner as Cindy takes 8. Becky bodies up, pushes Crawford deep to ropes, stays atop to work her over. Cindy frequently stooped forward behind her mitts, butt-in-ropes: Becky curling rights and lefts off Cindy's hips and lower back, thumping away beefy. Crawford slugged and bumped into her corner at one point: Becky pushes in with her whole body behind a short right forearm to Cindy's breasts - Becky's right leg skidding up off canvas as she piles in. Crawford disheveled, cranky - really taking a lot of weight and getting clobbered about her bodkin in a romping Romijn first.

R2: Flatfooted Cindy stabilizes, jabbing Becky into compliance. Thoughtful big-girl gun-platform stuff here: girls in slight crouches, right hands pressed into the hollows of respective cheeks as left hands pump thumping stick. Cindy much the craftier - scoring to face and jug, dipping down, and straightening up to clinch Becky.

R3: Same again, only this time it's complete mastery for Cindy. She's jabbing Becky to ribbons - punching tit and face, dipping and tying up. Crawford walking Rebecca around in the clinch, bodying her to ropes for ref's breaks: older woman really slowing the pace, pitching a punch-n'-clutch shutout.

R4: Becky gets the jab into Cindy's breasts with authority, keeping Crawford outside, then cleaning her up cuffing hooks. Cindy clouted across her mouth...she's tentative, circling, stooping to jab into Becky's bare tummy. Romijn doing a good job palming Cindy's shoulders and shoving her off - blonde girl maintaining separation this round.

R5: Both girls work; both get what they want, some of the time. Cindy looking to sneak in off her jab, tie Becky up, hold and hit, throw cheap shoulders, walk Rebecca into ropes for breaks. Becky looking to jab tit stiff, push for separation, drop the odd right cross. Crawford a bit more effective: final minute sees her walk Becky to ropes, crowd her, work her paunch with curling lefts and rights to bell.

R6: Becky jabbing tart - then walking CC down behind it. Blonde patient, flat footed: she's coming forward, but not rushing - always jabbing Crawford first. Romijn leaning in, detonating long right hands off Crawford's tummy: brunette shying away with little grimaces of complaint. Becky emboldened - down the stretch, she jabs Cindy to ropes, then starts leaning in to strafe her rights and lefts. Cindy leaning back, wrists crossed at her chest: she's stroked and shellacked as rangy Romijn scores large at the bell.

R7: Cindy a little lumped up after good Becky leather in the sixth: brunette pushes forward to answer, gets knocked about for her trouble. Becky waiting on Cindy, walking her into clubbing hooks head and body, pivoting-left as Cindy stumbles past. Romijn engaging Crawford with healthy hooks to tummy: Cindy grimacing, tries to trade but gets out-hooked. Ropes: Romijn getting all big on Cindy - bodying up/reaching under the arms to stack her brunette. Beatdown thick and stroking ensues: Cindy stooped forward behind mitts, butt-in-ropes; Becky with pursed lips, systematically cudgelling Crawford's hips, lower back, or jerking muscular little uppercuts into Cindy's overhanging rack. Bell: Crawford shopworn, scuffed, looking cranky and sullen during break. Becky upbeat, taking on water, eyes bright and anxious for more Cindy.

R8: Becky tries to step in off her jab...SHE now starts walking into well-timed Crawford hooks. Cindy waiting on Becky, hooking her off the right (back) leg, then pivoting left: Crawford claiming steadily against the Romijn chin and chest. Cindy's jab also suppresses Becky's this round: brunette dictating terms as a result.

R9: Becky initiates rip-roaring brawl - crowd on it's feet as methodical big-girls suddenly bare fangs. Both vixens swingin' from the hips - dipping their heads as they pull haymakers over the top. Gorgeous walloping trade ends when Becky's wide left hook claps against Cindy's cheek flush, swivelling the head and sending Crawford corkscrewing into mat as her own left hand sails. Becky yelping with glee, jogging to neutral corner: Cindy desperately hurt this time, trembling on her haunches; barely beating the count. When she does - Cindy is glassy-eyed shabby: she digs in on apron, forming earmuff and gritting her teeth. Becky wades in, goes to work big-girl: big, slopping shellack applied to Crawford's tanned flanks, womanly hips and tight lower back. Becky working on Cindy the way she might pound a tent spike into the ground with a sledgehammer: big, meaty strokes, each delivered with full committment of blonde legs and back. Bell: Cindy blinking back tears, wobbly butt with hurt - she's rarely taken it from a blonde like she just took it from Becky.

R10: Lusty, flat-footed trading - Cindy on her last legs, but combative; Becky looking to finish. Crawford gambles on a left uppercut, arching her back to clip it clean, then slings a sidearm right across Becky's mouth...PUTTING HER WOBBLY BUTT! Romijn stunned for the first time...she extends arms to push, eyelashes fluttering, lips pouting. Cindy into Becky robusto: thick, swinging right hand up into gut; sweeping left over the top, clapping Becky's hated face aside. Romijn stumbling back into ropes wonky, but still up: she's taken a hell of a punch to this point. Grim mouth-on-shoulder second minute plays out as Cindy tries to clean up the remains, but Becky won't go. Down the stretch, girls are trading raucous right uppercut/left hook sequences and CINDY'S KNEES BUCKLE! Becky off the ropes nostrils flaring as Crawford staggers away forlorn: brunette covers up shellshocked as blonde steps-to. Cindy beaten length o' the ring to sit shabby in ropes, sopping it up from a snarling blonde who's just a-SLOPPIN' on the hurt at the bell. Ref has to pull seething Becky off wilting Cindy...fight comes back UD10 Rebecca Romijn!

After: Becky roaring; Cindy stunned, moping off to her corner in shock. "Hammering Cindy Crawford makes me the best welterweight in boxing," Proclaims a scuffed, but overjoyed Rebecca in postfight. "I battered a legend tonight - got into her and dug up the quit. And it's only the beginning!"