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28 February 2014 Margot Robbie vs Sofia Vergara

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Posted by simguy on February 28, 2014, 2:44 pm

BEFORE: Confident matchmaking and a throw-back "battlin' bombshells" type fight has Margot in expansionary mood: Vergara not the type of name you see on the "want" list of most bantamweights. "I blew Meghan Markle away," Margot reminds the press in prefight, "and when I sat down with my team to go over the fight, we all realized that I'd had a breakthrough. We started tossing around opponent-names that had never come up before, and it was so exciting to see doors opening up like that. When Vergara came up, I was like 'HER', because Robbie/Vergara has such a classic-hollywood look to it. And Sophia's got legit big-jug sock - she's got Kelly Brook power, so it's like an upgrade from Markle in a lot of ways. I can't solve Sophia the way I solved Meghan, so whatever happens, I'm going to grow in this fight!"

Vergara dropping down from lightweight to the bantam limit...veteran Latina not too concerned about fighting on Margot's turf. "When you have the opportunity to capture one of the most gorgeous blondes in boxing, you take it," Sophia shrugs. "I don't believe any bantamweight can take my punch. It's really that simple: as soon as Margot makes a mistake, I will check her chin, and her legs will fail. She's not rated to for Vergara-power, and I'll be more than happy to add her to my trophy case!"

Margot in retro-style royal blue bikini; white gloves; blonde hair in party-tangles about her shoulders. Sophia in white bikini with tan-suede strings; white gloves; black hair in hot-blooded tangly-curls.

During R1: Margot frisky, up-tempo at the open. Blonde fronts on her brunette, batting away brisk rights and lefts to either ear, forcing Sophia into earmuff midring. Robbie leans in close, head on Vergara's raised guard while hands pump tummy hup-hup-hup, then graduate up-torso to pound-jug hot left/rights with thumbside-up delivery. Vergara shaken in the pocket, but taking it well - she responds via clubbing hook to jaw/wide right hand to lats, then Margot takes over with her busy, heartfelt flurries. Back and forth like that - Robbie all a-jiggle with constant output, interrupted in spots by Vergara's thudding single-shot power.

R2: Same again - Robbie trusting in volume to keep Sophia bottled up - blonde girl batting away on her brunette; Vergara hunkered down in earmuff, waiting her turn. Down the stretch - Robbie's chugging two-fisted rack-attack has Sophia sputtering: short follow-on hooks to chin tug Sophia off-balance, causing her to stumble-step in fence-post holes. Robbie with a hard-working curl over her left eye as she jabs Sophia's face to reset, then leans into a hot right cross to chin, punching Vergara's face back, putting her wobbly-butt at bell.

R3: Sophia shrugs off Robbie's power, wades back in for more toe-to-toe. Ripping stuff - Sophia BELTING Margot wicked right hands to waist; hooking Margot's chin or chest; walking her down as blonde girl gets slugged out of position. Margot crossing right wrist over left at her chest, bodying into Sophia to budge her back, but Vergara won't be pushed around - Colombian vixen banging back hard to waistline, then roaming up top with either hand. Margot clobbered about the ring, showing good fortitude, but she's not as effective moving backwards.

R4: Hot-tossing two way as women continue to square up and slug. Methodical turn-taking - one girl in earmuff while the either belts her body, or crashes through with a right hand to chin. Fighters stumbling about in a phone-booth - neither girl clinching, but each with a pretty way of touching at the other's arms or guard before getting off strong. Wicked back and forth shellack - something's gotta give...eventually that thing proves to be Sophia Vergara's legs. No one punch does it, but late the round, Sophia staggers out of the cauldron with a moist expression, stumbling sideways until right shoulder hits ropes. Margot all blonde-on-a-mission wades in, crowds close, hooks Sophia's tummy, hooks it again - blonde girl just twitching those shots across gut, no backswing, forcing groaning brunette to tie up hurrrrt.

R5: Sophia shakes off Margot's power, gets right back into blonde's face. Vergara pate-to-pate, lashing the body/flanks rich, thick rights and lefts, stepping-with as Robbie gives ground, hooking blonde tits en-route, then getting pate-to-pate again. Robbie distressed, on her heels much of the round...blonde girl having a little luck with left uppercuts off her right (back) leg as Sophia's coming in, but Vergara too determined to be discouraged.

R6: Margot pours herself at Sophia, overwhelming brunette with batting wallops ears-and-flanks. Vergara swept to ropes, unable to respond - it's Margot in all glory, blonde curls in her eyes, teeth bared, buns ringing as she belts away alternating lefts and rights, gloves spanking off prime Colombian beef. Steady bracing has Vergara sagging butt-first in ropes, guard growing shabby...Margot's short right hands start crashing home to chin, loosening Sophia's legs, robbing Vergara of mobility. ROBBIE ROMPS TO JUG! Torrid assault to rack beats apart Sophia's guard, laying absolute waste to one of the proudest racks in boxing...Vergara whining, tying up for ref's breaks, but Margot won't be denied. Job of work for Robbie to push her way clear - jostle Sophia to reset - then slam away robusto...blonde girl systematically working upstairs and down, giving Sophia the beating of a lifetime. Vergara ragdolled, helpless against blonde hurricane, but clinching in spots, surviving. Bell: Vergara throbbing with hurt, dark curls in her eyes, mouth open, but she never goes down and certainly doesn't submit...Robbie trembling, arms limp at her sides en-route to her corner.

R7: Robbie's all punched-out and Sophia wades in for pay-back! Vergara bracing Margot on ropes now - palming blonde shoulders; stooping forward to heave haymakers to body; reaching under Margot's arms to chest her deep to ropes; pushing off on Margot's face to reset. Blonde girl ragdoll, absorbing the hardest blows of her career...Margot sleepy in the pocket, trying to keep dukes at her eyebrows as she rolls groggily side to side, tempest-tossed. Vergara pours HER heart and soul into the assault, slamming away to glory on Margot, but as in Robbie's case, all that shellack doesn't yield a knockdown or submission. Bell: Vergara sobbing for breath, magnificent chest heaving for air, hands on hips as she strides back to corner; Margot blubbering, hugging her body en-route to her stool...it's a battle of wills from here on in.

R8: Margot changes tack, sets up behind the jab! Robbie still stiff with hurt, going to fundamentals to reboot herself. Elbows in tight, dukes up - the right at Margot's cheek; pumping rhythmically out - spanking off Sophia's raised guard, or knocking at her pate. No-nonsense clockwise shift for Margot as she turns her foe...blonde girl just regrouping here, fighting to control, not harm. Vergara regrouping as well, but doing behind her defences...judges award the shutout to Margot as she's the only one getting off.

R9: Margot back to the jab, but putting punches together off it, increasing her intensity...youth becoming a factor as Sophia can't match the pace. Strong, straight punching from Margot outside - jab/right cross penetrating guard, punching back Sophia's tired face; limber left hooks off the lead (left) plant hook reaching round Sophia's elbow to spank flank. Off the clockwise pivot, Margot's turning Sophia into the left uppercut - blonde girl mining chin with that punch, but then tidying up right/left on jugs as Vergara lingers hurt on the spot. Brunette gradually wearing down - bravely facing into the punishment, but not answering it...constant beat of Margot's fists finally pays off. Down the stretch, short right cross pounds round the side of Sophia's raised guard, turning her to her right; muscular left hook takes Vergara to tummy - Margot getting it from a position just off Sophia's left hip, really twisting-torso to sink it in deep. Sobbing gasp from Sophia as she cringes on the spot, then eases herself to all fours, rather than stand and take more Margot body-wallop at bell.

R10: Margot excited to finish, but lacking the reserves to do so...she braces Sophia at ropes, but in the ensuing toe-to-toe churn, it's Vergara getting the better of it. Blonde girl facing-in and working, but she's giving up chin - Sophia clipping away as she twists left-and-right in the pocket, just kissing short shots off Margot's face. Robbie beating back hot left/rights to waistline, cleaning up jug, but the tempo's too slow: Vergara able to cover up, block a lot of blonde shock, then answer back clean. Bell: women exchange exhausted hugs of mutual respect - comes UD10 Margot Robbie.

After: Robbie polishes up her bombshell brand with a big win - claiming a zoftig victim in crowd-pleasing fashion. "Sophia's there to be hit," A punished Margot relates in postfight, "but trouble is, she takes a great punch. I'd have finished off normal bantamweights in the first half of that fight, but Sophia was just too damn strong. You really have to invest in her, get quality work done, if you want to get her beat. Got the W, and I'm feeling awesome...I feel like you can put me in with anyone these days, and I'm going to find a way to win!"