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10 May 2013 Emily Blunt vs Natalie Dormer

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Posted by simguy on May 10, 2013, 11:13 am

BEFORE: UK superfight transported to US shores...important for both girls to establish supremacy in this first meeting. "There's a lot at stake," Blunt acknowledges. "We both want to move against Beckinsale with authority, but to do that, we need to have a mandate. I'm generally held to be the most skilled boxer to come out of the UK since Becks herself, so I expect to sweep Dormer aside, but she's a nasty piece of work if you're not familiar. Handling her will take judgement, a firm hand, and a hard heart - qualities I have in abundance, thankfully!"

Dormer flashing her crooked grin and seductive gaze throughout pre-fight festivities...curvy briton a feared international Apartment Wrestler, but how will her skills translate to the ring? "Blunt will suffer," Natalie smiles confidently at podium. "I don't deny her skills, but she and Beckinsale both are very conventional fighters...I am not. She's a girl in over her head and she doesn't even know it yet. She will."

Blunt in lavender camisol and panties; black gloves; shoulder-length blonde tangly-curls. Dormer in black lace bra and panties; black gloves; long light brown hair loose/straight.

Healthy european contingent at ringside tonight - Frege, Beckinsale, Brook, Pene Cruz, Emilia Clarke, Ageyeman, Madekwe...quality of match up lifting all the import boats tonight.

During R1: Blunt immediately establishing her jab/volume-punching pressure - she's quickly at Natalie, raking combos off the jab. Blunt working from wide, springy stance, dukes at cheeks - she keeps right hand at jaw while jabbing; then she's batting hooks against Nat's rack; then she's chopping a sidearm right to Natalie's leftside flank-rib; finishing up hook-in-paunch. Dormer flat-footed, creep-stepping, supple at the waist as she rolls-torso in the pocket. Dormer happy to let Blunt get off - Nat looking for counter-punching opportunities out of her bob-and-weave routine. Work-rate gets it done for Blunt - she hounds Dormer around the ring, touching her upstairs and down (though never hurting her): Dormer's receipts, while heavy, a few and far between.

R2: Blunt chopping in the one-two, then bat-bat-batting left hooks - she's belting Dormer's jugs and face, sending her reeling to ropes early. Blunt hopping in, driving straight right to gut; straightening up into short hook...Dormer stunned, sitting in ropes, trying to cover up. Hacking right takes Nat above left hip; short left uppercut kisses chin; short right uppercut clips chin and DOWN GOES DORMER! Natalie in swoon, really lit up...Blunt all furious-and-pretty on the strut to neutral corner. Dormer beats the count wobbly-butt, sitting hurt in ropes, digging in...HERE COMES EMILY! Blunt scowling, stationing just to Natalie's left-of-center - Emily's vicious elbows-in-and-down hooks chopping jug and tummy; Emily's short-hack rights taking Dormer upside the head. Poor Natalie! Lovely young Briton stricken in the pocket, really getting thrashed...she rolls to her right, putting right shoulder against ropes, presenting left flank while cowering in max face-protect. OH HOW EMILY BEATS NATALIE! Rights taking Nat in the back; lefts digging up paunch...poor Dormer cringing, sagging into ropes and TAKING A KNEE! Natalie blinking away tears, getting her ass kicked like never before...another angry-butt stomp to neutral corner for Emily, her eyes all "FINISH HER". Dormer rallies off the deck, sagging against ropes again...on comes Emily for more bat-and-lather. Dormer bobbing in the pocket, getting raked, but she tucks left hook to trunks, bringing Emily to a halt with a shout of shock. Dormer easing left shoulder into Em's guard, nudging her counter-clockwise as Nat circles off the ropes: extra left hook digs at Emily's waist, keeping her stooped forward. Shifty right uppercut inside scrapes pate on Emily; shrugging left uppercut claims Blunt's jugs, then Dormer's tying up, bodying Blunt to ropes for break. That's the gist of it - Blunt visibly diminished by the hard low-blow, labouring to keep it together - Natalie able to punch-and-clinch, piling Blunt into ropes for ref's breaks, managing the action to the bell.

R3: Girls close - Natalie slips in under Emily's straight one-two: left hook counter to trunks bunches Blunt up hurrrrt as Dormer takes initiative. Natalie hungry-eyed, hooking Emily in behind right elbow, then stooping, putting left shoulder into Em's guard, pushing her up/nudging her counterclockwise. Dormer hooks the waist THICK - really strapping the meat; right uppercut scrapes against Emily's raised guard, keeping her defensive. Supple, heavy handed hook whacks in behind Emily's right elbow again, then Dormer's lowering left shoulder, pushing Emily up and back again, hooking her trunks with impunity as ref's out of position. Blunt gasping, teary-eyed, she tries to slug-righty, eating a drifting right hand to chin in trade: THERE GO EMILY'S LEGS! Well-conditioned Blunt stepping in fence-post holes, hands drooping down, torso lolling forward...Dormer edge in, hooks the liver; cleans up breasts with a second hook; chops right hand close to chin, sending Emily reeling sideways to ropes. Blunt shabby, forming face in gloves as she sags ropeside...Dormer crowds close, carrying her left hand deep to trunks, then doubling up hook to waist in under the elbow, making it all look nice and legal. Blunt loose in her stance, hurt - Dormer's shrugging left uppercut parts the guard, picks up face and DOWN GOES EMILY! Graceless collapse for an elegant girl - Emily on her face/chest/knees, rump-high...Dormer laughing as she turns away, because that's KO3 Nat Dormer!

AFter: If Emily Blunt is next-gen Kate Becks, Nat Dormer might just be next-gen CZJ...crafty wrestler-turned-boxer uses supple defence, heavy hands off the counter, and liberal measures of sharp-practice to break Emily down in decisive fashion. "I'm better," Natalie shrugs, flashing that crooked grin. "Emily needed sorting; I sorted her. Don't talk to me of low blows and such: talk to me about toughness and determination. Talk to me about class and execution. The better woman won tonight - the lesser woman sits across the ring in tears, whining about what might have been. Clearly, the woman quite simply failed to compete at my level - all the rest is simple distraction."