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23 October 2011 Cat Deeley vs Candice Swanepoel

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Posted by simguy on 10/23/2011, 11:30 am

BEFORE: Marketing guys trying to shape a classy promotion to play up the willowy blonde elegance of both women...all fine and dandy until Candice elects to slap Cat's face in the duo's first public appearance together. "Her voice drives me crazy!" Swanny complains at podium. "I couldn't understand a word she said, then I'm like: 'screw this, I'm slapping this tramp'. It's stupid: she's ugly; I'm gorgeous - why SHOULDN'T I slap her? She's just lucky I didn't strap a leg triangle around her body and squeeze her out!" Deeley forcibly restrained when Candice suggests use of her legs to subdue Cat...it's obviously a bone of contention between them. "I will punch Candice helpless," Cat says, nostrils flaring. "She's an intolerable, loudmouthed little slut, and I cannot WAIT to see her cowering in the face of my slugging! And after, if she's still wiling, I would be MORE than happy to show her a thing or two about body-triangles - at her convenience!" Black bandeau bikini for Deeley; long blonde hair in tangly waves; small black gloves. Swanny in VS push up with tiger-print cups/black straps; black bottoms; small black gloves; hair in golden ringlets.

During R1: Odd, stiff legged look for Candi...chin tucked, slight forward stoop; right hand tight between her breasts, left at her tummy. She's jabbing the left hand down into Cat's belly - scuffing at it, nibbling it - then whipping the right out and around, lashing it palm-down to Cat's left-side ribs or hip! Wicked, smiting blows bringing gasps of pain to Cat's lips, but she's soon digging in - DEELEY in a stiff legged, slugging stance - double-pumping her jab to Swanepoel's breasts or tummy, then leaning in to slant straight right hands down into midsection as well. Bitter, small-glove clapping back and forth - Swanepoel landing the harder blows with that lashing right, but Cat more diligent, busier, sticking and poking away on Swanny's torso for points. Bell: both girls blinking away tears, bodies blossoming in bright, shiny pink hues from withering, long-limbed spank!

During break, Candi's corner wants her to use her world-class legs and box, but lithe blonde vixen waxes petulant, snarling: "No! I want to punch at her!"

R2: Candi back out in the stiff-legged slugging look - jabbing the left out with a 45 degree arm-angle away from her body, nibbling at Cat's belly to locate her, then LASHING her that hateful, palm-down right in the flank! Deeley crying out, cringing to her right...she's bringing both elbows down around her hips, crossing wrists at her chest/tummy to protect the body. Helps to block some of the hurt, but Swanepoel SO insistent - stalking Cat in counter-clockwise rotation, single-mindedly going after tall blonde torso. Cat reaching to grab with her small gloves at Candi's wrists or inner elbows - leads to some crowd-pleasing slender-limbed pushing and pulling as girls tug each other about. Bell: Candi well pleased with herself - golden curls in her eyes; sheep-eating grin on her face as she executes a comically exaggerated catwalk prance-step back to her corner. Models in the audience laughing and clapping - they get the joke.

R3: Candice obsessed with chopping her rival down - Swanny setting herself to lick the body, getting after Cat with grim determination. Swanny generating vicious torque from supple hips - whiplashing the palm-down right onto Cat's ribs, then twitching back the other way to strap her a palm-down left across the tummy. Cat baring teeth, joining in the fun: SHE'S focussing on long supermodel torso in reprisal, trying to smite and chop at Candice in kind. Deeley with the right fist balled at her breast - she's stepping in and rotating a plowing, flat-knuckle right to Candi's midsection, frequently winning gasps of hurt from the Victoria's Secret phenom Odd to see tall, willowy girls commit this way: neither girl using her legs much - each just jabbing left hands down to locate opposing tummy, then slopping on righty. Sunburned pink look to ribs/tummy/flanks/hips...girls just lashing each other without pity in bitter give and take.

R4: Deeley timing Candi to good effect here...Swanny reaches in the body jab, cueing Cat to punch a straight right into Candice's jugs over the model's outstretched left. As Swanny grimaces, pitches the straight right in reprisal to Cat's jugs, Cat lashes the palm-down hook in underneath Candi's right, scraping her ribs. Swanepoel gasping and whining prettily: Cat's getting the better of her, really denting toned flesh with small-glove body work. Down the stretch - girls feel for each other with extended lefts out to opposing bellies, then hack at each other's left hips via whippy right hands...Swanny's knees buckle; she stumbles into ropes with an agonized expression, taking a slapping right hand clout across the mouth, followed by a shaving left across the left cheek. Ref's moving in to enforce the bell, but not before Cat can slap her open palm down upon Candi's defenceless breasts like she's killing a mosquito.

R5: Candi with a history of responding well when hurt: she comes back at Cat with renewed vigor. Deeley shutting her eyes tight and sobbing when smote by Candice's merciless palm-down rights...Swanny just bending her back, leaning in and twisting torso-left to sling those babies in. Deeley still catching Candice with a variety of nice body punches in return - right uppercuts/scraping left uppercuts/even batting lefts and rights in flurries to tummy - but Swanny's will prevails. Both girls tender to the touch on their stools: Deeley cringing when her ribs are probed, her right knee jerking up on reflex.

R6: Pendulum swings back the other way: Deeley getting the better of bitter trade as lithe girls continue to lash each other to body. Hateful stuff from Cat - her small-gloved left hand will grip at Candi's inner left elbow, holding her steady for big, tanning strokes with the right hand above left hip. Poor Candi wailing in pain, turning her back into the blows, throwing her head back, arching her back to bring the ref in...Deeley disgusted at the histrionics, complaining: "That's just super-model crap" when ref warns her for back-hitting. Deeley reaching in to grab Candi's slender wrists, wrestling her to ropes, pushing her sideways, then whapping her on the back with sweeping right hands, causing Candi to blurt out in shock...more ref's warnings for angry Cat. Swanny blubbering a little, reaching under Cat's arms to tie up: ref issuing breaks as British girl imposes will. Bell...Swanepoel sniveling, traipsing back to her corner when an enraged Cat Deeley moves in from behind, takes a generous helping of damp blonde ringlets in both hands and REEFS back on Candice's head/neck! Swanepoel lurching violently backward, thrown to canvas - ref jumps in as both corners storm the apron in howls of protest. Fight delayed as Candice is given time to have a good cry, then dry her eyes: Deeley besieged by boos as Swanepoel expertly milks crowd sympathies with her supermodel wiles.

R7: Candice FURIOUS with Deeley, whipping her around the ring. Cat panicked, yelping and crying out as she's battered and lashed about both flanks...Swanepoel just baring her teeth and bending into healthy cuts from both hands. Arcing, palm-down lefts and rights scythe into Cat's trembling torso, carving at her tummy; smashing at her ribs/flanks. Deeley distraught, just tying up to hang on...Candice so frustrated with the clinching, she heel-stomps Cat's bare toes at one point!

R8: Cat demoralized, mouthbreathing...she's rotating counterclockwise as Candice steps-to and stays on that body. Candi's bread and butter that wicked, carving palm-down right hand wide to the flank - small glove just biting in PAK! on impact, digging for quit. Minute mark, one such lash visibly buckles Cat...she's desperately hurt, trying to reach for Candice's inner elbows when Candi pulls the right elbow back, whirls the right up and around, smiting Cat ear-to-chin on left side of her head! DOWN GOES DEELEY! Cat sputtering to all fours past Candi's left flank...Swanny with withering glare, then a pretty catwalk-strut to neutral corner, relaxing with arms out wide to either side as she grasps the top ropes. Rest of the way all Candi getting at Cat...Swanepoel using that small-gloved left to grab Cat's bandeau, tugging her hither-and-yon for clapping right hands upside the head, or palm-down to the body. Vicious stuff...poor Deeley reeling around in the grasp...ref slapping Candi's hand away from Cat's top, but Swanepoel making good use of black bandeau to stabilize and control her rival.

R9: Heart's gone out of Cat Deeley - she's pressed to ropes, whining and grimacing, fretting at Candi's left hand with has a tugging overhand grip on black bandeau. Swanny pushing and pulling on Cat's top to jostle her, set her up for sweeping rights...Deeley whining, trying to free herself, trying to slap back, but getting bullied here.

R10: Cat gets back to double-pumping jabs to Candi's jugs...helps to restore more of a punching look as girls rotating counterclockwise midring. Swanepoel still the aggressor - jabbing for tummy, but now hooking off her jab to punch at Cat's teeth...and that heartless palm-down right is still slamming into flank PIK! PAK! Deeley unraveling, but competing...stubborn Brit forces Candice to beat her to the finish line. Comes back UD10 Candice Swanepoel!

AFter: Swanny lifting her mitts and grinning in exultation...after a close, see-saw first half, that systematic, vicious persecution of Cat Deeley's torso simply dismantles the British threat over the long haul. "I didn't want to box with her," Candice says in postfight, shaking her head in emphasis. "I wanted to hurt and dominate her. Only the body would do for me tonight - I knew if I punched at her chin that she would go out: I didn't want that! She totally pulled my hair! She HAD to suffer for that!"

Interesting sidebar - female reporters for BLONDE! Mag and FIGHTING INGENUE get into an in-ring fist fight trying to get exclusives from Candice...perhaps the first time that's happened, at least publicly. Tawny fighting ingenue girl eventually mounting her BLONDE! Mag rival, delivering several drifting right hands while left hand tugs up on the girl's blouse before officials intervene. Disheveled, blouse-torn Fighting Ingenue vixen just goes right on with her questions while defeated BLONDE! girl gets smelling salts in the background