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09 February 2013 Title Ch Emily Vancamp vs Carmella Decesare

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Emily Vancamp 07.jpg Carmella Decesare 06.jpg

UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by simguy on February 9, 2013, 10:45 am

BEFORE: Cold glares from EVC; cool confidence from Carmella...Decesare not afraid to bet on herself and take those underdog odds. "Bendy beats rigid," Decesare shrugs, dismissing Emily's style with a gesture. "Emily's a good fighter, but she got over on a tired Eliza Dushku, and none of us fighters believe Vancamp's ready to rule with an iron fist. I keep going back to the Ashley Madekwe fight, where Emily had trouble with tall-and-bendy and got herself knocked out...I honestly think this is going to be the same deal. She doesn't have length on me; she's not faster, doesn't hit harder, and the bottom line is, I've got over 50 fights that say I can take this girl down. I'm not just 'happy to be here'. I'm prepared; I'm hungry, and I'm determined to bring home the gold!"

Emily non-plussed by Playmate confidence...blonde girl justifiably proud of her own accomplishments, riding a rising tide of momentum in and out of the ring. "Tall-bantam is my domain," Emily shrugs, dismissing Carmella with similarly expressive shoulders. "Everyone knows Ashley was an aberration - if Carmella's coming in thinking that will have any bearing on this, she's going to be SO heartbroken come the night. I AM going to rule with an iron fist. I WILL clean up tall-bantam, then reduce the other pockets of resistance...by year's end, Emily Vancamp will take her place alongside history's most dominant bantam champions, and Carmella will be a footnote on my wiki page!"

Carmy in pink punching bikini with little white belt; white gloves; long black hair loose/straight. Emily in matching cut of bikini in vivid royal blue/little white belt; white gloves; long blonde hair in tangly Revenge curls. Ring instrux: Emily beaming her death glare; Carmella gazing back all "am I supposed to be intimidated?"

During R1: Brisk, spitting jabs from Emily as she shifts clockwise in wide stance, ferreting out Carmy's face and breasts. Decesare relaxed - right loose at her belly/left dangling...she's tilting torso-away from Em's pepper-pot poking; rolling underneath; coming up inside to capture Emily in tummy-to-tummy clinches for ref's breaks. Brunette successful breaks blonde rhythm - midway through, Carmella slipping and rolling all supple as an otter in the pocket, making Emily miss then PASTING blonde-girl a looping overhand right upside the head. Quizzical stare from Emily as legs fail...she sputters to her right all hurt and stumble-bummy, forming a hasty earmuff as Carmella goes over to offence. Lashing whacks from Carm as she roams to her right in wide stance - reaching the left to touch at Em's guard, then stroking her vicious buggy-whip sidearm right hands to left flank. Champ's legs hold her up, but the knees DO buckle...Emily grunting in pain behind her mitts, sponging up hateful body licks through 1.

R2: Carmella attempting to capitalize - stepping in strong with left hand securing Em's right bicep; right hand lashing whippy in above blonde left hip, forcing Vancamp clinches early. Emily weathers the whacking reasonably well - minute mark, she's back in wide stance, spitting multiple, stinging jabs up top while rotating clockwise, then leaning into spearing straight rights slanted down into Carmella's body. It's the right approach - Carmella unable to move to her right, being dictated-to as Emily steers Decesare clockwise, scoring heavily to tummy via rangy right hands. Down the stretch, a crashing right to belly cramps Carmella up all stricken and hurt; step-and-poke lead right hand pounds the Decesare face back; follow up right pounds-face again...DECESARE'S DOWN! Emily all fierce and smoldering gazing down at her handiwork before strutting away all leggy blonde badass to neutral corner: Carmella a wincing wreck, picking herself up for a shabby 8.

R3: It's Emily from that wide stance, spitting jabs in clusters; seeking stiff straight rights to body: Carmella in loose, limber stance, shifting to her right, dragging that lead (right) foot - dipping and rolling her torso to make blonde girl miss, then either tying up or slugging off the counter. Both girls having their moments through 2 minutes, but down the stretch, exchange in CRASHING right hands seems to go Decesare's way, even though Carmella's startled after collision: Emily's legs buckle, spilling her out of orbit, putting her on the defensive. Carmella stalking cautiously, lifting up-jab off her hip to force Emily into earmuff, then salting away points via sidearm buggywhip rights across taut blonde waist. Bell: Emily frowning/wincing...Carmella proving effective getting her bendy back into whippy body shots through 3.

R4: Similar stuff - both women enjoying moments of supremacy fighting their fight: boils down to the final minute where Carmella's able to impose will. Slipping inside Emily's piercing jab, Decesare's able to lift the right hand off her thigh, slot it heavily to chin - seemingly catching Emily punches blonde-girl doesn't quite see. Vancamp's right (back) knee buckling, sending her stumbling away...her one-twos in receipt look frazzled and pushy in comparison with Carmy's vicious, bendy leverage on HER right hands.

R5: Carmella pushing her luck - trying to get big up the middle and slug it out...Emily creating distance with the spitting jab up top; maintaining wide stance via great footwork; punishing Carmella amidships with that harpooning right hand to tummy. Drilling, spanking contact takes accumulative effect on Carmella: she's disheveled, grumpy out on the end of Emily's punching, and worse - attempts to withdraw lead to even harder blonde punching as Vancamp steps-in with authority. Down the stretch, consistent, patient pursuit hounds Carmella to ropes: Emily SPANKS a right hand off the midsection, bunching Decesare up hurt; blonde girl keep weight on left leg, pops hips-right to sling a succulent left uppercut to sternum, ejecting Carmy's mouthpiece out "POOH!" Deech bad-hurt, cringing from blonde body-work...butt-in-ropes, Carmella forms earmuff, but Em straightens up into brunette chin with a short left uppercut, leaving Decesare spellbound at bell! SMITING RIGHT HAND LATE, EMILY VANCAMP! Snarling blonde girl punishes Playmate Puppies like a champ - pouring a right hand across them both, leaving Carmella wilted and gobsmacked in ropes as ref moves in hot.

R6: Carmella trailing a broken wing in front of Emily, showing a face that seems to say: "You got into my rack and now I'm so discouraged"; dragging that lead (right) foot in retreat - hands dangling at tummy or sides. Emily grimly forward, looking to shoot one-twos to chin, but clever Carmy too bendy for that - tilting torso-away to make blonde come up short; rolling underneath to either carry heavy, slinging right hands to gut, or rising into wriggling clinches. Vancamp trying to be aggressor, but getting countered and tied up...Decesare calling on all her experience to bog young champion down here. Rotating counter-clockwise, Carmella bringing the left off her hip to spurn Emily's jugs, bringing hot-punching reprisals as blonde seeks justice...Carmella starting to establish her distance, make Emily miss then MAKE HER PAY! Trade in crashing right hands goes Carmy's way as she smashes Emily on the chin...blonde girl wobbling to her right blinking and confused, trying to find her feet...Decesare hops into position with hands low; slops a limber right wide to hip; throws the left chickenwinged elbow into Emily's tits to sort; curls a rubbery right uppercut in close to chin; tosses a bruising left shoulder into Emily's tits; lashes a looping right upside the head and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Vancamp stroked rump-high to knees-and-elbows...she's a stricken, sniveling beauty, hair obscuring right side of her face as she struggles up to beat the count! Emily shabby with hurt, swaying on the ropes, Carmella wades in and gets bendy on a blonde girl! Carm reaching to push her left into Emily's face or raised guard, then LASHING her across waist, or WALLOPING her upside head. Emily devastated, absorbing willowy shellack, sputtering to her right along ropes with Carmella shadowing every step. Em already in a bad way when Carmella steps in close, carrying a bolo right hand DEEEEP to blonde belly...Emily crying out, pitching forward into Carmy, draping arms around Carmella's neck. Decesare hands-free as her left hand rides on Emily's back...brunette hoisting workmanlike rights up into blonde midsection, punching Emily up onto her toes as she's hanging on! BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Vancamp's legs finally way, spilling her knees-and-face to canvas...she's gut-wrecked, sobbing as she crawls forward, tracking her cheek along canvas. It's over! Ems can't get off her knees - it's KO6 for the winner and NEW bantam champ - Carmella Decesare!

AFter: Carmella swarmed by stablemates; blinking away tears...long hard road finally pays off in a bantam championship! "So, so thrilled to have beaten Emily!" Carmy gushes in post-fight, hosting belts on slender shoulders/waspy waist. "You know, when I started this journey, I knew I COULD be champion one day - I knew I had it in me, but so much has to break right, and I never really had the kinds of opportunities Emily's had early in her career. But the advantage is, when I finally got a serious shot, I came in a 50+ fight veteran and I knew what I had to do. This was no accident: I've been in the trenches for years, slogging it out, getting knocked down, dragging myself back up...the moment came and I was ready, that's all I can say!"