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13 May 2010 Brooklyn Decker vs Bar Refaeli

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BOXING ON THE BEACH

Posted by simguy on 5/13/2010, 12:27 am

BEFORE: Decker ignoring strict "hands-off" order from Marissa Miller regarding Bar Rafaeli: bratty Brooklyn delighting in defying Ms Miller and jumping the cue. "Marissa got lucky against me in our fight," Brooklyn contends in prefight, "that doesn't give her the stroke to order me around. I'm going to take Bar apart, and if Marissa doesn't like it - she knows where to find me!" Rafaeli amused by warring rival blondes, and only too happy to stir the pot. "I heard that Marissa wanted to fight me first," Bar admits, "but Brooklyn's tastier in my opinion. Decker will make a nice debut tune-up for me, and position me to conquer Marissa as well. Taking down the both of them will make me Top Model, which is what I am anyway but you know: girls won't admit it until you've pasted them out!"

Brooklyn in yellow bikini; white gloves; wet hair: http://www.hollywoodtuna.com/photo.php?id=brooklyn_decker_bikini_8&title=Brooklyn%20Decker%20Pictures&loc=3

Bar in hot pink bikini; white gloves; wet hair: http://www.hollywoodtuna.com/?p=5413&folder=96

Fight is on private Malibu Beach (also ignoring strict Marissa Miller instructions to get permission first) - outdoor ring set up directly on sand. Outside ring, sitting in sand is black Victoria Secret Body Saddle: VS girls and other models among those in attendance.

During R1: Girls pouting/scowling prettily - slowly stalking each other, circling. Brooklyn opens festivities with wide, belting rights - clapping Bar upside the head, sending her baby-stepping sideways. Rafaeli sputtering, slapping back: Brooklyn bravely faces into punching to maintain her own waling ways. Bar clapped right/lefts upside the head: Brookie landing with straight, stiff arms, really shocking Bar and DROPPING RAFAELI TO HER BUNS! Bar up, snivelling and frightened: she takes her 8, and covers up face-in-gloves as Brooklyn pounces. Decker snarling prettily, swinging away straight-arm rights and lefts, slender limbs shivering as she beats Bar's flanks as Rafaeli stumbles about. Torrid stuff - Brooklyn uncontested, treating herself to Bar's sleek ribs: Rafaeli sobbing into her mitts, suffering a terrible shellacking. It's all too much: Bar's legs give way, spilling her to all fours: crowing Brooklyn strutting in sand, blowing kisses - still a minute on the clock as blubbering Bar picks herself up. Brookie closes, pushing Bar to ropes and DECKER WANTS JUG! Brooklyn all up in Bar's rack via galloping, gangly rights and lefts - Decker's elbows drawing back to load up her shots as she pumps 'em in. Bar bleating in pain, sagging on ropes: Rafaeli distraught, absorbing jug-leather...Brooklyn banks a little insurance late, forcing ref to pull her off.

R2: Brooklyn grinning fierce, dukes at her chest as she walks Bar down. Rafaeli pouting, shying away to her right, cross-stepping in sand. Girls trade swinging rights - Bar gutting Brooklyn; Decker skidding her mitt across top of Bar's scalp. Bar snarling now, shoving a right into Brooklyn's jugs, then plowing a straight left to Decker's mouth, turning her chin aside. Brooklyn staggering backward - going from marauding conqueror to confused little girl in a heartbeat: now it's Bar rampaging forward, baring her teeth and swinging wild. Walloping right clouts across Brooklyn's pate; shoving left uppercut takes her in the tits: Brookie howls in pain, crossing wrists at jugs and stumbling hurt into ropes. Bar loping in - crowding close as she carries a right deep to Brooklyn's midsection, doubling blonde up. Bar palming biceps, stacking blubbering Brooklyn upright: clapping right across the face turns Brookie's head hard to starboard - eyes shut tight, mouth open "AHH" Decker hurt, swooning...she covers up face-in-gloves, but Bar won't have it - Rafaeli reaching in under Decker's arm to wrestle apart the guard. BAR WANTS JUG! Rafaeli in there chugging away all lanky - hoisting her fists up into Brooklyn's jiggling goods. Brookie bleating, slumping in ropes: she's helpless, taking it to rack as Bar pours it on...ref steps in as poor Brooklyn's not answering, sending Rafaeli into crazed, bounding hysterics. TKO2 Bar Rafaeli.

After: Brooklyn sobbing piteously: pretty blonde gets off to a blazing start, but Rafaeli's made of sterner stuff. Gloves off - Decker forced to wear the body saddle - strapped in about her belly/between her legs...slender shoulders pushing into the padded straps as Bar mounts up for a quick trot in the sand.

Beach party immediately follows the fight - complete with bonfire and live band. Poor Brooklyn forced to wear the saddle all night - providing Bar with transportation where-ever/whenever Rafaeli require