Posted by Simguy on 7/10/2008, 11:23 pm.

Before: “There’s a difference between ‘mean’ and ‘tough’,” Cindy reminds reporters in orefight, “Just because Naomi’s good against hair dressers and personal assistants doesn’t mean she can handle herself when the other girl punches back. The truth us—there’s really only a couple of ‘super’ models: me, maybe Tyra. Somebody like Naomi is just riding on our coattails—she doesn’t belong in the same ring as me.” Campbell snarling in response—she’s heard Cindy’s famous solo-supermodel rant before. “Battering Crawford will be a privilege,” says Naomi. “Next to that cow Theron, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather destroy,” Cindy in leopard print bikini; black gloves. Naomi in black bikini; gold belly chain; white gloves; long hair tied off her face, tumbling down her back.

During R1: Cindy in wide stance, right hand at her cheek as she pumps long, stiff stick onto Naomi, Jarring blows—Cindy stepping in her jab, then sliding back a bit—changing up her distance. Crawford shifting to her left, turning Naomi midring, dictating terms. Campbell always willing to sacrifice defense for power: handfs’re low-slung—left at her hip, right at her chest—she’s turning, glaring, looking to sling away haymakers. Crawford touching Naomi in the midsection very deliberately: sudden, sidearm rights clouting against Naomi’s rib cage, winning grunts from Campbell. Orderly first ti Cindy as she keeps Naomi’s feet moving.

R2: Campbell letting her hands go, spooking Cindy into retreat with slinging right hands from odd angles. Naomi lunging forward—twisting side to side on her hips as she lashes wide lefts and rights, Cindy blocking shots, backing away and turning—she’s doing a good job of avoiding Naomi’s wrath; doing a poor job of striking back in kind, Campbell can’t find the sweet spot on Cindy—but it’s robust, pursuing shellack bell to bell as Crawford goes defensive.

R3: Cindy with a crisp, smooth one0two up the middle, punching Naomi very hard to chin: Campbell covers up, knees bent as Cindy rotates right. Crawford patient—sees she’s got to Naomi—now she consolidates, More jabs jeep Campbell covered up. Tasty, spanking right hands whack against Naomi’s ribs, taking her heavily just underneath left breast. Stepping left, Crawford will double her jab body and head--confusing Naomi, keeping her on her back (right) foot. Campbell turning, sullen, leaning in and sweeping overhand rights at Cindy: nothing Crawford can’t manage.

R4: Naomi aggressive—reaching the left hand out to paw at Cindy, measuring distance—then pouring over the top rangy right hands. Cindy backpedalling, covering up to block the shots: she’s getting stampeded to ropes, unable or unwilling to punch-with, Naomi able to square away and do some damage: succulent, lashing whacks applied back and forth across Cindy’s waistline as supermodel stoops forward behind her gloves, Crawford offering fight’s first clinches, pulling Naomi in, resting against ropes for ref;’ breaks. Campbell warned for elbowing and throwing shoulders in the clinch: Naomi shouts at the official to “mind her holding!”

R5: Classy shutout, Cindy C, Wide-stance boxing behind the jab, complimented by judicious punch-n’-clutch to smother Naomi’s receipts. Crawford wheeling to her left, really driving both a nice jab and a healthy straight right hand down into Naomi’s breadbasket—Cindy conscious of the need to wick away Naomi’s rangy power. Campbell mouth-breathing, looking cranky—output drops as Cindy’s body-touches start to weary the hard slugging Brit.

R6: Cindy backing away from Naomi’s free-swinging headshots early: Crawford using the ring, drawing Naomi in, letting Campbell spend up some energy. When Cindy counter-attacks, it’s with the jab—punching Campbell’s face to restore order, then touching her midsection to get work done. By the final minute, Crawford’s regained control—pumping the jab; whacking single sidearm rights to the ribs; driving in a twisting straight right down into the stomach to back Naomi up. Bell: Naomi ragged, mouth wife open as she drags in labored breath; Cindy relat8vely fresh, in command through 6.

R7: Bully’s breaking down: Cindy continues to circle and work her girl. Crawford able to work out if the wide stance—stepping in and out, pivoting ‘round: Naomi increasingly reluctant to throw, electing to keep her elbows in close to throbbing midsection. Cindy’s jab penetrating up top, pounding a sleepy look of despair onto Naomi’s face; right hands continue to smite at the chocolatey goodness of Naomi’s torso, Crawford continuing to employ clinches after scoring: now she’s walking Naomi back in her grasp, pinning her down at the ropes, being physical with her. Campbell whining incessantly ti the ref—citing Crawford’s rough-house,

R8: Midway through, driving straight right to the sternum buckles Campbell’s legs: she cringes, backs away stricken as her psychological levee breaks. Cindy hopping forward in her stance, eyes bright—she tries another right hand straight to the midsection, then a dip-n’-rip hook to the waist. Shifting weight to her right foot, Cindy pulls a swatti9ng hook across Naomi’s mouth: Campbell spills into ropes, eyelashes batting out a S.O.S. Pawing jab to the face brings Naomi’s hands up; pawing jab, pawing jab, then a BOOMING straight right down in the body—Cindy driving through with the shoulder, bending her frame into the shot. Campbell shudders, sits into the ropes, then tumbles to all fours, sobbing  for air. It’s over—walk-away body shot leaves Naomi paralyzed! KO8 Cindy Crawford.

After: Crippled Naomi gently scooped up and walked to her stool: Cindy applying discipline and class to the problem of Campbell’s raucous, often dangerous brawling tonight. Gloves removed, Cindy C shows ‘em how it’s done: true supermodel walk of shame as Crawford pulls a sniveling Campbell up off her seat. Right arm around the waist—Cindy waving regally with her left hand, slow-strutting conquered Naomi to all four corners. Campbell still wincing, blubbering—bully badly beaten tonight—causing many a ring-card girl, secretary, assistant, waitress and other menial to stand up and hoot with glee at the sight.

Reposted by Archer 3/15/14.