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9 August 2013 Rachel McAdams vs Carmella Decesare

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Posted by simguy on August 9, 2013, 9:20 am

BEFORE: "People are kinda surprised that we've never tussled," Rachel says in prefight, "but it makes sense actually. Coming up, Carmella had her rivals, I had mine, and there wasn't a lot of overlap. She was a sex-pot playboy fighter - I'm an A-list actress...you don't really see those fights getting made all that often. Now though, it's different. Carmella's got a serious, legit, winning veteran record with tons of good scalps on it. She's got a title under her belt, and she's been on Foxfire's 'want' list since Laura dropped to bantam, so you can see how she'd become more attractive to me. NOW this is a fighter I feel I want to prove myself against. We're in a race for 40 wins. There's a challenge there that wasn't part of the Decesare package a few years ago, and that's a real credit to her."

Carmy poised, equally cordial at podium. "We had assumed that any threat from Foxfire would come from Laura," Carmella acknowledges, "you know - me vs Laura, Rachel vs Scarlett...but it's very intriguing to me that I'm getting a crack at Mac. I've been competing against women like Laura Vandervoort my whole life, but the Rachel McAdamses? It's like she said: not a lot of overlap. But she's a better fighter than Laura: more dangerous. Smarter. Tougher. I'm thrilled to be at the stage of my career where Carmella/Rachel is just as marketable as Carmella/Laura - and for two completely different reasons!"

Carmella in fighting pink bikini, little white belt on the bottoms; small white gloves; white soft-leather boxing booties to mid-calf; long dark hair loose. Rachel in similar style of bikini in baby blue; same boxing booties; same small white gloves; auburn hair in bouncy curls, loose.

During R1: Girls touch left hands, spread into wide stances; Rachel stoops to jab Carmella's tummy; Carmy swipes left hook across top of Mac's ducking noggin. Clockwise rotation in easy, loping pivots - Decesare picking her left elbow up high, knock-knocking her jab from elevated angle, right hand loose around her chest. Rachel bobbing with her pivots, changing levels, trying for Carmy's toned gut with range-seeking jabs as both girls use the ring. Minute mark, Carmella changes direction, shifting to her right while hooking for chin from the extended-arm look - Rachel catches it clean, stutter-steps on the spot, THEN FLOPS TO ALL FOURS! Carmella delighted - jogging to neutral corner with a coltish prance, her heels kicking her own buns en route. Rachel up, swooning, looking dazzled...Carmella wades in after 8 to finish, but finds PLENTY of redhead there waiting. Rachel's first raking hooks enough to convince Carmella to hang back...brunette well outside, menacing enough to keep Rachel ropeside, but not engaging her in reckless free-for-all. Cat-and-mouse ensues - Carmella stooping, reaching in to nibble at tummy via the jab; jabbing up into the air as a feint, then stepping in to jab Rachel's face; doubling the jab face/body, then leaning back out of range of Rachel's still-spicy hook. McAdams frazzled - lock of auburn hair across her left eye...she's getting touched up, but presenting a formidable-enough front that Decesare can't go all in.

R2: Decesare out in that loping, clockwise rotation - left elbow up high, arm pre-extended for very short knocking jabs or cuffing palm-down hooks. Rachel wary of the lankiness now - energetically bobbing; stepping out to walk to her right, forcing adjustments on Carmella. Midway through, Rachel breaks the stalemate, lunging up out of her crouch with a sweeping hook, juuuust brushing Carmella's lips, making her lean back in alarm. Follow up right from Rachel a vicious tomohawk chop - straight-arm whack across the chin delivered in the horizontal plane and DECESARE'S ON HER BACK! Carmella picking her head up rickety off mat, blinking in confusion, legs stiff...she catches a torrid crack, and Rachel adds injury to insult, jogging to neutral corner with the same cheeky kick-step as Carmella had used! Decesare wobbly-butt, badly hurt: she sets up woozy pocket, but offers only a desperation earmuff-front when Rachel comes a-callin'. Rest of the way a savage beating, Rachel to Carmella...McAdams lighting up brunette flanks via rapid-fire, batting lefts and rights - small mitts biting into toned body-meat and arms. Rachel's body tense, back glistening with sweat as she puts the work in...Carmella's trim legs hold her up, but she's a stunned, throbbing beauty at the bell.

R3: Clockwise rotation - the herky-jerk head movement and body-jabs from Rachel; the high left arm-slot for Carmy, the short palm-down hooks and chippy jabs. Both girls gradually mixing in more right hands - Rachel's that whistling, straight-arm hack delivered as she's dipping torso-left, trying to clip Carmy on the chin again; Carmella's a slinging blast either straight to chin, or whipping wide to redhead lats. Spicy stuff both ways - the bright PIK! PAK! of small mitts sounding out loud on firm bodies...Rangy Carmella's probably nipped Rachel for close points through 3.

R4: Similar negotiations, but this time it's Rachel double-jabbing her way inside, working to the Decesare breadbasket hup-hup-hup in spots. Carmella keeping mitts at cheeks, giving away tummy and attempting to step-back for range - she's trying to walk aggressive Rachel into the check left hook or bolo right uppercut off the right leg. Mac sees the traps, dares them anyway...she's taking risks to crowd Carmella, work the abs/ribs/jugs in volume.

R5: Carmella gets in a rhythm - jab-jabbing from the high-elbow; chipping little palm-down hooks, pivoting left around the scores; leaning in to supple right crosses; keeping weight on that lead left leg to really strap a swinging left hook into Rachel's midsection or ribs. McAdams cringing, exhaling hot through pursed lips...she's trying to bull her way through this, but it's not working: Carmy's hitting too hard. Decesare just working the progressions - keeping Rachel off with the jab, stepping in when it suits brunette, strapping and whacking lanky, head and body. Mac belted to ropes where she digs in...Carmella knock-knocks with the jab; flares that rubbery wide right buggywhip to flank-ribs; rangy-jabs those jugs; flares her left hand out wide and really straps it in thick behind Rachel's right elbow. Carmella coaxing supple leverage out of her sinewy limbs...Rachel in distress, legs cramping up and MAC TAKES A KNEE! Rachel blinking back tears...she's heard of Carmella's lithe power, but now she's had a good licking dose of the stuff. Decesare all eyes a-blaze, stepping in to continue her work, but Rachel gambles in the pocket, sweeping wide lefts and rights over the top while dipping down to drag 'em across...whistling power shots spook brunette back out of range, buying Rachel time to recover. Bell: girls exchanging seething looks...Rachel clearly not the type to just cave in after being dropped as Carmella can't finish once again.

R6: Rachel aggressive to open, trying to impose her will...she's foiled by Carmella's loping, sinuous pivots, pesky jabbing, and slinging, sidearm rights! Mac bobbing and weaving, trying to apply pressure of the middle...Carmella sidesteps right for an oblique angle to Rachel's left - brunette just chipping that high-angle palm-down hook onto Rachel's chin and MCADAMS GOES DOWN! Dreadful knockdown - Rachel's legs stiffening up, pitching her to her face - Carmella all business this time to neutral corner, anxious to see if the KO will take. RACHEL BEATS THE COUNT! McAdams reeling into ropes, thighs trembling, hair disheveled...she's a hot mess, but she tells ref she's good to go. ON COMES CARMY! Decesare loping in, setting up in wide stance...weight's on lead (left) leg as she bats and lashes away on wilting redhead. Just a constant, lanky stream of punishment from Carmy...jab, jab, jab off the shoulder, punching at Rachel's face or breasts; sweeping sidearm right across the mouth; dip-n'-dig left hook flared out wide to ribs - Carmy popping hips-right and really slinging it home; sweeping sidearm right pounding Rachel's gut or hip; recovery behind that jab up top pop-pop-pop; repeat. Poor Rachel! It's all too much...MacAdams staring into withering abuse - her hands up, palms up as she leans back into ropes...Carmella not flurrying exactly - there's a rangy deliberate feel to the work, a strapping heft - yet the volume is overwhelming. Rachel battered in-situ, then finally sinking to her right knee, tears overflowing the banks of her eyelids...she's hurt, crippled to the body, busting up about the face. Rachel rises, takes 8, and Carmella is upon her with the same relentless, lanky stroke, working Rachel upstairs and down, snap-snatching mitts off meat, leaning in and out on long, sinewy legs. Foxfire girls ashen-faced, watching Rachel take a beating like never before...it's heartbreaking. Carmella whipping a wide, lashing right/left to body, cutting at Rachel with palm-down delivery...redhead legs buckle, sitting Rachel groaning into ropes. Carmy bends into a slinging right scoring flush against Rachel's face, knocking the head back over ropes, dimming the eyes...McAdams going down and to her right as a rangy hook just kisses across her left ear. Rachel on her right hip, leaning weight onto both hands out front, her right side parallel to ropes, head bowed, tummy panting in and out. She sits there in stupor, throbbing in pain as 10 count passes her by. KO6 Carmella Decesare.

After: Decesare strutting the ring hands high - not rubbing it in here, but glowing, feeling the moment: claiming Rachel McAdams a tremendous achievement to the willowy-Playmate-who-could.

Hayden holding her face in both hands, staring into the ring. Laura stoic, arms crossed in her seat. Carter pursing her lips, glaring at Carmella. Winstead all wide-eyed, giving her head little shakes as though she can't quite believe what she just saw. These girls are rocked by what happened here tonight. Rocked.

"You know, for me, this is right up there with winning the title," a weary, but exultant Carmella says in postfight. "End of the day, it's not the numbers, it's the names. When people look back on my record, they're going to see that on one shining night, Rachel MacAdams couldn't go the distance with me. They're going to know how legit I was, how special, and they're going to realize that I belonged with the best girls of my era. I belonged because I fought my way into the discussion, and I wouldn't let anyone tell me 'no'. Rachel's a girl who never really had that struggle for acceptance, and maybe that was the difference between us tonight!"