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20 May 2013 Morena Baccarin vs Natalie Dormer

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CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on May 20, 2013, 6:59 pm

BEFORE: "The second I saw her, I knew I wanted her," Pixie-cut Morena shrugs at podium all low-key and mysterious. "Forget the fact that she's cast some kind of spell on you guys, the officials, and FCBA judges; forget that she's a 2-fight tramp who's being treated like another Theron in some quarters - those things are just icing - those're just little value-adds that make popping her bubble all the more attractive to me. Some girls you do not simply sidestep - you take your time, and you savor their subjugation. That's Dormer for me, guys. Hate at first sight."

Natalie showing her trademark small-mouthed smirk/siamese-cat eyes as Morena's speaking: pretty clear the feeling's mutual. "I think I could tell from your spellbound silence during our weigh-in that something's special about this match up," Natalie smiles in rebuttal. "She's a pretty bauble perhaps - hardly a career-maker, but she's right: some opportunities you do not pass by. She's lovely, and I will have her, and I promise: the destruction of Morena Baccarin will be the most exquisite sight you see in a boxing ring this year. Depend upon it!"

Baccarin in cotton two piece undies - black, wide white elastic waistband; small white gloves; glossy black pixie-cut hair. Natalie in baby blue bikini top/navy bottoms; small white gloves; long blonde hair in unruly curls. Staring eye-contact between the two during ring instructions worth the price of admission: battle of beautiful wills in evidence before first punch is even thrown.

R1: Girls circle-in supple as leopards...Morena stoops forward on lead (left) leg; right hand tight to cheek as she laps the left hook once, twice to Natalie's gut. Dormer scrubbing straight right/lefts at Baccarin's head/shoulders in response - Nat fighting with elbows-in/hands up, chopping her shots. Nat steps away, issuing check jabs: Baccarin snake-weaves the poke, crouching in on front leg to pump hooks again, keeping right hand to cheek. That's the gist - Baccarin forcing Natalie to fight at a higher tempo than did Eve, walking her down and hunting the body: Natalie scrubbing away both hands in receipt - withdrawing in good order, setting herself to work. Down the stretch, Natalie glides well out of range for the first time, coaxing Morena to walk in...Dormer timing her brunette, shrugs a short left hook tight to chin, clipping Baccarin before she can hook body, shunting Morena off-balance to brunette left. Baccarin startled; Dormer smirking, stalking late - blonde girl winning the round on the strength of that one firm clout.

R2: Supple action in the trenches as Dormer stands ground, allows Morena to close, then fights with her on the inside. Girls fighting mitts-at-cheeks, actively bobbing in the pocket - Dormer rough with that left shoulder bumping and nudging; Morena not shy about showing a little pixie-cut billy-goat action with her head. Nat crowding close - temple to temple with Morena: blonde shrugs a supple left shoulder, picking Baccarin up a little left uppercut; shrugs the right shoulder, nibbling Morena's chin the right uppercut, then Nat covers up. Morena crowds close - pixie-cut head pushing at Natalie's mitts while left hand delivers a whacking left hook CHUP! to waist. Back and forth - girls bobbing and rubbing, keeping elbows in, steadily working each other over all bendy and efficient in a phonebooth. Punch for punch, it's Natalie...never really rocking Baccarin, but those short-shrugging uppercuts claiming a steady toll of breasts and chin, backing brunette around the ring as Morena grimly digs-home the receipts. Bell: Natalie smirking, hair across her nose as she makes glittering eye contact...both girls know Dormer's outworked Morena at Baccarin's own game.

R3: Morena spitting the jab; bobbing into Natalie, levering her up with the left shoulder, then ripping her the left hook thick to waist. Meaty, thumping contact has blonde girl frowning as she issues one-two in receipt. Baccarin with nice bobbing head-action - that right hand tight to her cheek - she's not getting hit, meanwhile she's doubling up hooks, batting on Natalie's torso. Blonde girl withdraws, looking cranky: Morena steps-with, jabs jug; dips under a slapping Nat right, fetching blonde girl two more lapping hooks to ribs. Dormer fades to ropes, setting up tight elbows-in earmuff pocket: Morena steps-to, crowding with her forehead on Natalie's mitts while pawing hands on Dormer's shoulders. Supple body work from there - Morena whacking left hooks behind right elbow; chopping righty to left ear; seeking jagged left uppercuts neat between the mitts. Dormer under intense pressure - the PIK! PAK! PEK! of Morena's small mitts on blonde body a constant refrain. Midway through, Dormer trying right uppercuts off the ropes, gets NAILED a chopping right cross: Morena's eyes dancing as Natalie's legs give way, slumping her into ropes! Morena HOT to the midsection - chopping across paunch left/right; hesitating on left leg before catching Natalie a pinpoint left uppercut to chin. Dormer staring, sprawling on ropes...she's hurt, turning her left shoulder into cables, cowering on the apron! Morena looming over Natalie, baring teeth...brunette chopping little palm-down rights at Natalie's right ear/hooking Natalie between the shoulder blades and BLONDE GIRL TAKES A KNEE! Dormer blinking away tears, getting herself together: SMOLDERING look of supremacy as Morena gazes down before turning for neutral corner. Final minute mop-up - Dormer stooping forward face-in-gloves, butt-in-ropes, giving away flanks and tummy on the cheap as Morena squares up, stays supple, and lashes licking strokes from either hand to bell. Morena strutting away, showing her own demure smirk en route to corner: Dormer frazzled, furious with her seconds during the break.

R4: Morena so comfortable inside - scrubbing tousle, bumping guard as girls bob in respective pockets - each showing tight mitts-at-mouth configurations. Morena dipping side to side, fitting left hooks behind Natalie's right elbow; chopping right hands at Natalie's left-side lats or ear, then shrugging tasty little left uppercuts jug or chin. Dormer grumpy in the pocket, getting touched up, but crowding close - she's active with the left shoulder - always trying to bob beneath Morena and bump her back a step. All Baccarin for two minutes when Nat shoulder-bumps brunette outside...Dormer leaning forward, right arm straight out to the side...she sweeps a sidearm right to Morena's jaw, catching brunette staring and DOWN GOES BACCARIN! Morena bludgeoned to her back, writhing in pain before struggling up at 8...Baccarin's desperately hurt and hungry for pay back! Blonde girl wades in against crouching brunette earmuff-front...Dormer crowds close, shrugging a left uppercut to chin in tight, then lashing a wide left across Morena's trunks, sitting sobbing brunette in ropes! POOR MORENA! Baccarin crippled...Dormer tilts weight to right leg, jams a little right uppercut between the mitts, then hooks the hell out of Morena's tits! Pixie-cut brunette falling apart, reaching to clinch: Dormer fending Morena off with the chickenwing left elbow, picking her up a carving right uppercut inside, popping Baccarin's head back! Wide, buggywhipping sidearm right hacks across Morena's trembling gut; vicious, snatching left uppercut snaps hot off the Baccarin breadbasket...Morena tumbling forward, embracing Dormer as blonde-girl backs up in good order, rolling both mitts tits and chin, TITS AND CHIN! Baccarin stumbling, then TUMBLING FORWARD, rolling onto her back all eyelashes fluttering, lips muttering as Natalie staggers away. IT'S OVER! Morena B can't get off her back...that's KO4 in shocking fashion, Natalie Dormer!

After: Natalie fascinated by the sight of stricken Morena - circling stricken brunette, gazing down at the beautiful rubble...Baccarin fortunate indeed they aren't apartment wrestling as Dormer has the look of a merciless carpet tormentress here. "Everything I'd hoped and more," Natalie purrs in postfight. "The sight of her stretched out, helpless before me...that buoys me in ways I cannot describe to you. Yes, she fought well - she hurt me, but it meant nothing. She hurts: I finish. It's why I'll be a champion before long and Morena will always be the beautiful bauble one collects on one's way to the throne