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23 January 2013 Clare Bowen vs Emilie de Ravin

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Posted by simguy on January 23, 2013, 9:10 am

Celebrity Boxing After Dark

BEFORE: Emilie getting all pushy/pouty with Clare, Dani Harris, Hayden - just about any Foxfire vixen she can chest up on...De Ravin's a vixen on a mission. "It's totally unacceptable to me to have Clare fighting in the FCBA," Emilie states at podium. "To me, Foxfire's enabling of Bowen amounts to a declaration of war, and if they're not careful, they're going to have one seriously pissed off 'li'l woodchippah' chewin' her way through their line up! I'm going to meet Clare at the shoreline and make sure she can't get a toe-hold on my beach!"

Bowen all fired up: nobody's as motivated to beat her as Emilie. "I knew when I started this odyssey that mission 1 would be dealing with Emilie," Clare frowns prettily at podium. "To be honest, she hasn't done much to represent Aussie fists at flyweight, and there IS room for two, but she won't have it. To her, it's me or her, and that's that. I'm fine with those terms, and when we're done, I'll have more than a toe-hold on her beach: I'm gonna take the whole damn thing!"

Clare in gun-metal blue fighting bikini with twist-tied halter top and rugged, tuggable bottoms with lots of hip coverage; small pink gloves; short pink UGG boxing booties; platinum blonde hair long and curly. De Ravin showing a yellow twist-tied top; ever-green bottoms with twist-tie sides; small black gloves; short tan UGG boxing booties; brown Once UPon A Time locks in loose curls. During staredown, Clare FUMING, nostrils flaring; Emilie in an actual fighting-stance throughout, peering over her raised dukes and refusing to touch-gloves!

During R1: Emilie steps-to, beats tar out of Clare in a thumping first. Brisk stubby jabs/ringing right crosses to chin punch a startled Bowen to ropes: De Ravin pushing in, jostling her girl then putting her in the "wood chipper". Bowen forms tight earmuff/elbows in tight...De Ravin stooping forward, whirling either hand in palm-down arcs, pounding hips and lats PIK! PAK! PEK! then pushing Clare's shoulders to reset. Bowen's curvy legs holding her up...she's just sitting and soaking on ropes like she doesn't have a choice, keeping her guard tight rather than attempting clinches. Result is bell to bell beatdown...Emilie just pinning ears back, having a romp...by the end, she's burying wide palm-down, swinging right hands into Clare's left flank - de Ravin's right foot skipping happily up off canvas she pours her back into strapping wallop. Bell: ref pulls seething Emilie off a trembling Clare...Bowen blinking rapidly en route to her corner, well-and-truly ass-thrashed in the first!

R2,3,4: Onslaught of Clare Bowen: curvy blonde cutie pours herself at Emilie de Ravin, seeking out and winning ruinous exchanges all around the ring. Clare bending into haymakers - overhand rights; free-swinging lefts - getting her back, buns and legs into robust slugging that Emilie simply can't stand against. Crashing punches head, breasts and gut beat de Ravin out of her positions...it's just wave after wave of Clare - her teeth bared, eyes blazing. Emilie shellshocked, wilting...she backs into ropes and slumps face-in-gloves under thudding abuse, taking blows upon her flanks/waist, then groggily tying up for ref's breaks. Emilie's face all cranky and disappointed - even when she's digging right hands into Clare's breadbasket from messy clinches...all the angry enthusiasm is on Bowen's side as she takes all 3 rounds with the same effervescent fury.

R5: Emilie stems the tide, admitting to herself at last that she's losing the face-first brawl with her rival. De Ravin issuing stubby, pre-emptive jabs to on-rushing Clare, slowing Bowen's advance; taking half-steps back to coax Clare into an extra stubby jab or palm-down hook - Em getting left elbow up as she turns hooks over smartly to blonde head. When Bowen finally penetrates, she's greeted with a shoving little right uppercut in her bosom; by the time Bowen gets her hook off inside, she's taking one as well - Emilie punching-with, then tying up before Clare can impose herself. Crafty trap-boxing walks Clare in, touches her up, bogs her down as Emilie records 5th round points.

R6: Brutal pate to pate fighting in a staggering path all around the ring. Girls start out rubbing hairlines, fists curled into chins - then they pull back to swing away lusty with either hand. Ferocious, free swinging roundhouses and uppercuts - girls taking turns pasting each other wobbly-butt, then resetting pate-on-pate, panting in the pocket until the next eruption. Down the stretch, it's Clare separating herself - trudging into Emilie's paunch via pumping rights and lefts...de Ravin giving ground with a cramped, sulky look, hitting ropes ragged and setting herself to punch. De Ravin caught trying to exchange with her weight on her heels/butt on the ropes...Clare just bracing her feet wide, feeding her rival bashing rights and lefts - twisting her compact torso into the swings. De Ravin battered senseless - waving back don't-hurt-me punches as another woman claims rack and face with savage abandon. Bell: De Ravin stunned, stooping forward off the ropes with hands out front, waist-high, lips parted in stupor as Clare angrily stomps away all chest-heaving, nostrils flaring.

R7: Emilie fighting hard to take canvas from Clare...De Ravin getting inside, crowding Bowen, preventing Clare from winding up and heaving punches like she has been. Squirming in half-clinches - Em does a good job of getting her left arm in under Clare's right, then feeding blonde-girl stuffing rights to tummy, or kissing 'em short across chin - always stumbling around in the grasp to smother receipts. All de Ravin in the slop, but down the stretch, ref issues breaks, pushing li'l battlers apart...Emilie trying to resume position walks into a swinging overhand right that has her swaying in the wind midring! Bowen sees de Ravin stepping in fence post holes: Clare regains her balance, crouches, and jumps up into Emilie's chin with the world's shortest left hook, DROPPING EMILIE TO HER BACK! De Ravin spellbound, gaping in wonder when she picks her head off canvas...furious little blonde hits mitts together, stomps to neutral corner as Emilie gingerly regains feet at bell. Curvy power steals the round for Clare: Emilie having a hard time keeping herself composed during the break.

R8: Clare smells blood, shows great killer instinct off the bell...she wades into looping power shots, always propelling herself forward, swinging for the fences. Emilie distressed, leaning away/backing up from the power...she just gives Clare more and more latitude to be relentless and at the minute mark: DE RAVIN GOES DOWN to a belting right across the mouth! Emilie dropped to her glutes this time, picking herself up shabby...she digs in at ropes, showing a determined mitts-at-cheeks front as HERE COMES CLARE! Bowen wades in to finish, but Emilie won't provide satisfaction...FURIOUS pate-to-pate give and take as li'l sluggers take turns beating hell out of curvy bodies/bouncing haymakers off head-and-shoulders. Bell: both girls wobbly-butt, staring and seething - ref pushes Clare back to enforce break.

Rd9: Grim blonde advance on stubborn - but wilting - brunette: De Ravin hunching forward behind her mitts, slugging-out the exchanges, but as punishment accrues, it's Emilie stepping back, Clare wading forward. Advance is slow, bitterly contested: Emilie never vacating a position until she's soundly beaten body and head - always exacting a heavy price for real estate. Give Clare credit - she's getting hit a ton - even absorbing shrugging left uppercuts to jug - but her will's prevailing as Emilie just can't slug her way to glory.

R10: Bitter slugging now groggy/sloppy at times - both girls worn down by non-stop work rate and grinding punishment. Fighters laying in mouth-on-shoulder, feeding each other stuffing little right/lefts to paunch; picking each other up via the tight right uppercut. De Ravin showing a little class and experience inside, turning Clare with little pushes behind the elbow, unsettling Bowen's balance at times. Emilie digs out a slogging 10th, but she's bleak-eyed at the bell: she knows it's coming back UD10 Clare.

After: Bowen bouncing on the spot when her hand is raised - SO pretty and giddy: other side of the ref, Emilie downcast, looking sweaty and beaten as she tries not to cry. "Mission accomplished!" Clare grins in postfight. "Emilie wanted to deny me; I wanted to take from her...obviously we both couldn't be satisfied tonight. I'm on the beach now, pushing Emilie back, and it feels GREAT! She's tuff: when I started getting into her legs, I thought she might quit, but she never did - she never stopped competing. I do respect her as a fighter and I hope she's ready to reciprocate. There IS room for the both of us, but if she can't accept that, I'm more than willing to take even MORE territory from her!"