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16 February 2014 Rachel Nichols vs Bar Refaeli

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"FOXFIRE AT THE ICE HOTEL"

QUEEN OF THE ICE HOTEL BOUT

Posted by OddManOut on February 16, 2014, 3:05 pm

Rachel: "I lost my Lightweight Title. I am not about to lose the Ice Queen title, too. Besides I just love to stuff snow in the other girl's bikini and then throw her in a big fluffy drift of snow. The look of misery really makes the whole evening worth while. Seeing that expression on Bar Refaeli's face will be especially heart-warming to me."
Bar: "There's a way things are supposed to be done at the Ice Hotel. Rachel proved she didn't understand that when she defended it outside the Hotel. Her legs won't hold up in the cold, she'll have to face me toe-to-toe, and we all saw how well she stood up to that."
Bar in dark sable bikini; seal-skin and fur moccasins; seal-skin mitts; long blonde hair loose, straight down her back. Rachel in tan leather bra & loincloth; moccasins, seal-skin mitts brunette hair back in bun.

R1: Rachel boxing behind the jab, Bar covering up, trying to time her punches, attempting to hurl right hand counters to the body. Just after the minute mark, Refeali finds the range. Slamming right to solar plexus jolts Nichols upright, gives her goggle eyes, while she's dealing with shock, Bar reloads, puts another right hand to chin and DOWN GOES RACHEL! Refaeli giddy as the Queen is rolling around on her back, trying to shake off hurt, bouncing in the corner. Shaky 8 as Nichols hauls herself up by the ropes. Bar driving out of the corner, backing the redhead up with the heavy jab, then salting away the harm with the swinging right hooks.

R2: Rachel aggressively at Bar with a one-two up top. Refaeli pivoting to her left, weight planted on her front foot, she sweeps a big, cranking shot, taking Nichols in her waist. Rachel grunting, tight-lipped, they trades blunt right hands up top. Rafaeli absorbs her first chin-check, dips her left shoulder, rips hook-to-abs once again. Rachel sails into the midsection with a thudding series of long-armed rights and lefts - just galloping up and in. Bar hooks at Nichol's breasts, then brings her elbows down, protecting her ribs. Rachel squares away, rings a right/left off Bar's hips, then brings her mitts back to her chin, leaning forward, head to head with her blonde now. Grueling tit for tat evolves as Refaeli firms at the apron, quick-snatching at Nichol's torso with either mitt, then reforming guard with dukes under her chin. Rachel banging the flanks, then coming up top with rigid left uppercut and pounding right cross. Bar clubbed to a seat on the canvas along the ropes, but rallying well as she snaps Nichol's head back as they close. Down the stretch, Rachel unleashes a series of torrid hooks, raking Bar across her breasts and taking her breath away. Refaeli swooning, eyes staring at the bell as Nichols finishes up strong.

R3: Rachel stakes out midring early behind a fearsome jab, forcing Bar to duck-and-cover. Nichols deploying vicious right hands to Refeali's left flank - tight-arc roundhouses with plenty of hips and legs behind 'em, knuckles plowing in flat. Rachel walks her prey down, staying in touch with thrusting poke from the shoulder. Stalking patiently, in the first seconds of the second minute she suddenly hops forward, twists her torso to the left, leaning into the short right hand to Bar's gut, pounding the breath from her. Refaeli moaning, hugging her body and COLLAPSING TO HER KNEES! Up at four, backing shabby to ropes, Rachel right on top of her. Bar rudely battered for a few moments, but she rallies: withering trade develops as the blonde's slinging back from her hips, rocking Nichols in turn. Crowd roaring as tall, strong beauties set themselves and slug toe-to-toe: big, caroming blasts bounce off skulls, flatten jugs, thump against ribs in shellacking melee. Both girls wobbly butt, stunned at the bell, but Bar's back still on the ropes leaves no doubt it's Rachel's round.

R4: Thumping walking jabs drive Rachel to ropes, sullen as her ass begins to get kicked again. Bar squaring up big girl at ropes, hands loose at her chest. She feeds Nichols hard, patient jabs to get her covered up, sitting in ropes. She loops the wide right round the Queen's left elbow, beating her thick to body. She crowds in close, getting her shoulders against Rachel's breasts while compressing against the ropes. Nicholsn attempts to tie up and wrestle her way on top, but Bar's too strong leads to a lot of over-under clinching postures with girls writhing belly to belly, each trying to swing the other round. Bar maintaining top position for the most part. Round ends with a deeply satisfied Refaeli riding her left arm across Nichol's shoulders while crowding the Queen into ropes and packing tummy full of shoving right hands at bell. Rachel left sitting in ropes, hugging her tummy, sweat-soaked hair dangling down in front of her eyes.

R5: It's been over two years since Kelly Brook lost the Ice Hotel, but one could be forgiven for not noticing the difference. Girls circle slowly, Bar swings a thudding right hand into Rachel's left side ribs, forcing her to back out, cover up face-in-gloves. Refaeli's eyes light up, she leans in close, swings another thudding right into Nichols' back. She doubles the right into a carving uppercut that splits Rachel's mitts, sending her reeling into the ropes. Bar wades in, pawing the left to measure; swinging that thick right hand in wide to waist, then laying in close, putting left shoulder on Nichols to pin her down, while hoisting rangy lefts and rights to the body. Rachel digs in, keeping hands up, jerking the left uppercut to Bar's tits; cuffing the right to her jaw. Refaeli ignoring her opponent's thumping work, refusing to budge. Bar atop Rachel, working her body with haymakers into gut/ribs/rack, then laying in with her left shoulder to crowd receipts. At the bell, wisps of steam can be seen beginning to rise from sweaty shoulders & backs. Fighters even at the halfway point, Bar pushes off with contemptuous eye contact, the Queen sullen, defiant.

R6: Brutal toe to toe affair continues. Top priority for Rachel is to keep the fight midring. She's jabbing stiff to accomplish this, sidestepping to her left, using the left shoulder to steer her foe. After that, work the body, digging in righty underneath Bar's left breast to good effect, usually outworking her blonde when the girls hup-it-up underneath. Refaeli refusing to back off or show any respect. Even when tagged, she'll slam back, looking to answer every punch. Rachel classier in approach, more accurate, but she's getting all scuffed up as she pulls ahead, Bars making the rounds expensive.

R7: Bar's lips curling back off her teeth in a fierce snarl as she jabs at Rachel's eye and mouth on approach, busting pretty brunette up. Nichols bravely trudging through it, falling behind early, but making it up when she's close enough to slam away to Refaeli's ribcage. By the third minute, Rachel's taking the fight away from Bar: blonde backing away gutshot, moaning in pain, elbows in tight to protect throbbing ribcage. Nichols steaming forward, chin wide open as she wades in, but she's got Refaeli cringing, suffering badly on ropes at bell.

R8: Bar resuming her stance, dukes up, ready to bang away some more. Rachel reaching in, stepping close, slamming away after first disrupting Refaeli's guard. Women wander around the ring: Rachel advancing, Bar retreating sullen. Nichols constantly at her girl, banging her body, clipping her chin, strapping away thick to jug. Refaeli walking Rachel into preemptive shots in spots, but the Queen is busier, more aggressive. Late in the round, Nichols is grinning as she systematically pushes forward, whacking sidearm right hands over and over to Refaeli's waist as she retreats. Bar striken at the break, stepping gingerly back to her stool, Rachel breathing hard but loving the sight of blonde's stumbling backside.

R9: Rachel's eyes are fierce as she pumps her jabs, pivots to her left. As she closes she leaning into a right cross, threading between Bar's mitts, pounding back challenger's face with bright spank. Refaeli's dukes at temples as she tries to ride it out, but Nichols jabs lustily at tummy, neatly sidestepping and prying at her foe's resistance. Minute mark, Rachel doubles the jab, leans in and catches all of Bar's chin with a right hand and Refaeli SCOOTS TO HER REAR-END! Blonde girl distraught, shouting "NO!" half in tears as Rachel trots all grins to neutral corner. After the 8 - girls resume at midring: Nichols alert, hungrilly jabbing, then drilling in her right hands. Predictable stuff, but Refaeli still shaken up, and Rachel's starting to pound away at her beautiful face with impunity. More rough moments for Bar late as she's caught repeated right crosses to her chin, finishes up wobbly butt, stumbling forward hurt as Nichols' eyes dance at the sight.

R10: Rachel hands low, stepping-to her blonde, looking to strap her with wide punches. Refaeli stands her ground, striking back up the middle, then CATCHES NICHOLS A HOOK! Tidy shot off the slip, swivels Rachel's head, beating her own hook, she corkscrews on the spot and STAGGERS BACK TO THE ROPES! Nichols sputtering, stutter-stepping to a seat in the strands - tears welling up as she hears Bar's excited screeching as she bears down on her crippled opponent. HERE COMES REFAELI! Blonde girl unleashing, giving Nichols no chance to breathe - hooks and crosses batter Rachel upright at the ropes, covering up face-in-gloves. Bar pounding, pounding, pounding, backing off then shouldering her prey back in the strands to avoid ref's breaks and resuming the battering. Poor Rachel desperate to bring battle, can't get off - she's stymied to the bell. Nothing but a knockout could overcome the deficit but Rachel can't get off her stool to come out for the announcement that she retains the title by UD10.

After: Bar stamps her foot in frustration, ducks through the ropes and stalks out of the ballroom. The crowd parts to let her make her way unimpeded. Rachel still clutching her battered ribs, looks like she might allow the former Queen to make an unimpeded exit, until she sees Mary Elizabeth Winstead ringside, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Willing herself to her feet, she breaks into a jog after her blonde.
Moccasins quiet on floor, letting Nichols tackle her into the snow bank from behind. Rachel straddles her prey, gets a grip on the back of Bar's head, pulls it back and smacks it into the snow a couple of times. She pulls the back of Refaeli's bikini out with one hand, then uses the other to grab a handful of snow and stuff it down the back before snapping it back in place. Rachel hoists herself up, then accepts the black fur wrap and makes her way back into the Hotel, not looking back at her vanquished foe.