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14 May 2010 Marisa Miller vs Bar Refaeli

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Supermodel Superfight

Posted by simguy on 5/14/2010, 1:52 pm

BEFORE: "I'm SO glad Bar battered Brooklyn," Marisa says emphatically in prefight. "I have no respect for Decker as a fighter - so if she had exposed Bar, it would have taken the charm out of this fight for me. Now, I've got an unbroken, very physical model in front of me, and I'm excited by the challenge!" Bar down twice to Decker, but showing grit in coming back to stop the young phenom - she's anxious for a clean sweep of American blondes. "Marisa is the jewel in the crown," Bar says, eyes dancing at the thought of a jewel heist. "Taking her means taking charge of the supermodel category. I am the best: there is no other: Miller will go down as Decker did." Marisa in brown bikini bordered in teal, with teal strings; white gloves; hair in messy ponytail with bangs like blonde brackets framing face ( ). Bar in pale blue bikini with floral print in yellows/pinks/mauves - white gloves; hair loose, straight. Malibu beach setting - standard ring set up before bleachers - Miller denying a sand-surface to Bar.

During R1: Miller hopping leggy round the perimeter - looking her girl over. Bar stalking in limber crouch, hunting for Miller's sinewy midsection/ribs via pawing lefts and hurling right hands. Miller's limber mobility keeping her out of danger: she's pop-popping both hands off Bar's pate and face - pokey straight combos just scoring points, not hurting. Rafaeli turning, following: Israeli blonde applying pressure but not cutting off the ring - walking into tattooing pokes as a result. Spirited moment late as Miller stands her ground - Bar finding her with a spearing palm-down right in flat midsection - Miller answering immediately with a right hand she pulls back on first to reload, then pounding it loudly off Bar's brow at bell. Round to Marisa - Rafaeli unable to negotiate range.

R2: Bar with a bit more luck - walking Miller down early, leaning in to pour the right hand into Marisa's lean midriff. Clawing hooks from Bar scrape across Miller's jugs, spooking her into ropes: Marisa wide-eyed, running the perimeter early to shake pursuit. Middle minute - Miller jabbing Bar into compliance - American beauty loping left around a series of drilling pokes. Final minute, Marisa discourages Bar to the body: Miller dipping left shoulder, gritting teeth as she jerks the left uppercut into Israeli breadbasket, rewarded with a gush of moist breath as Bar gasps in pain. Marisa able to step forward, punish Rafaeli's plump jugs with pinging left/right criss-crossing burst. Miller lighting Bar's tits up BING! BING! BING! casino-style.

R3: Bar very determined to get to Marisa's body - pawing the left to find Miller, then leaning into straight, wide, or scooping rights to bang blonde ribs/waist. Miller grimacing, buckling at one point: Bar finally wobbling Marisa's long, sinewy legs. Half way through, Bar loops a wide, sidearm right up top, stroking Miller ear-to-chin: Marisa rocked again, staggering away all blinking in shock. Ropes: Miller desperately exchanging - digging hup-hup-hup to Bar-belly; pulling her torso back to slip chin-music, then; leaning back in to fetch Bar right hands to chin. Rafaeli smote, but hanging tough: she gobbles up Marisa's heat, punishes her resolutely to ribcage, and rocks her one more time a swinging right to jaw. Bell: Marisa sagging all loose and blinking into ropes, hands at waist: Bar smoldering, hungrily looking Marisa over.

R4: Marisa loping in wide circles, using her legs: Bar applying more and more pressure, walking Miller down. Marisa getting the best of it: tattooing Bar those frisky, straight left/rights; catching Bar pull-counter right hands off a sinuous torso-roll; digging up into Bar's sternum via rangy left uppercuts. Miller moving after punching, showing respect: she's touching Bar up here, luring her round the ring. Down the stretch, Marisa leans in with decoy right hands up top, setting her torso forward for vicious, fish-hook left uppercuts to Bar's chin. Rafaeli picked up, rocked, but unhurt: Israeli walking through Miller's power, though unable to answer back.

R5: Miller urged to "touch Bar in the body" to slow the pursuit: both blonde actively engage in body-hunting tactics. Bar pouring right hands out of that crouch, really driving into Miller's lean torso, or scooping up that flat tummy: Rafaeli showing wonderful determination to humble Miller's midsection. Marisa more angular, abrupt - dipping the left shoulder to gut Bar left uppercuts, then jabbing her while disengaging. Punishment about even for two minutes: Bar separates herself late with some sidearm buggy whip right hands delivered in above Miller's limber left hip. Marisa crying out, stumbling away from these blows, drawing elbows in to protect her throbbing ribcage. Bar's eyes: hungry. Miller's eyes: How-could-you?

R6: Bar single-minded...stalking Marisa...crouching forward...locating her with pawing left hand...driving into Miller's midriff righty. Maris grimacing, loping away from ringing body-connects: she eventually gains midring, jabbing Bar into compliance, slowing the pursuit. Marisa pivoting left around left jab; dipping left shoulder to jerk in left uppercuts tits or chin; dropping the occasional sliding right hand up top. Miller also setting down in spots - really trying to get respect - she'll step in short, pounding rights flat-knuckle against Bar's breasts, humbling them. Bar scuffing up, getting out-touched, out-boxed again, but taking Miller's pokes well..At the break, Bar stations herself out front of Marisa's corner, executing a sinuous little shimmy-dance on the spot...there's Bar running her hands through her hair, then up into the air; tossing her head side to side in provocative fashion; undulating her hips. Marisa fuming - ref forced to escort defiant B back to her corner.

R7: Miller hard-eyed, tight-lipped - stepping in off her jab rather than circling, looking to plow home that short right hand flat against Bar's insolent breasts. Rafaeli smote, but answering: Miller taking wide, ringing rights upside the head; straight, pounding lefts against her own breasts as models take turns clobbering each other. Slender limbed walloping much to Bar's taste: Miller visibly unraveling as Bar lands wide-right to jaw, then wide-left - unhinging Marisa's knees. Follow up looping right wide to jaw stuns Marisa, sweeps her to right and DOWN TO HER KNEES! Shout of pleasure, Bar Rafaeli at the sight. Miller up like a newborn deer standing on a frozen pond: shabby, swaying at ropes. Bar striding in: fat right hand wide to the ribs; pushing left stabilizing Maris in her chest; wide clapping right upside the head and DOWN GOES MILLER! Laura Vandervoort bouncing in her seat, clapping her hands in excitement; slit-eyed Gisele pursing lips in cruel satisfaction; Lima on her feet, whistling and pumping fists; Decker shouting "FINISH HER OFF!" On and on - most of the vixens in the audience loving the sight of stricken Marisa. Bar grinning, bodying up to stack Miller: hellish beatdown inflicted as Rafaeli loops home walloping haymakers from both sides. Miller bashed about her head and shoulders; propped up as she's wilting; pounded chugging right hands up into jug. Down the stretch, Miller woozy, eyelashes fluttering, body loose against the ropes...Bar's left hand reaches in to pull Miller's left arm forward by the elbow, exposing Miller's slender body to PUMPING right hands. Bar just shoving righty into helpless Miller...poor Maris sobbing out - blonde bangs in her eyes and MILLER GOES DOWN! Legs shut down...Miller sobbing on slim haunches, back resting against ropes...bell sounds as Bar's bellowing down "Zolst vexel vie ein tsible mit coppen drerd!" Ref pushes her back with a stern: "watch the yiddish, Bar!"

R8: Marisa badly shaken, rickety off her stool: leggy beauty has little choice but to slug as fresh Bar pours forward. Maris lifting a weak right uppercut, gets CRUSHED a swinging right to jaw...Miller clattering sideways, hitting ropes in stupor. Big-grinnin' Bar wading in - helping herself to hungry mitt-fuls of Marisa's jugs as poor Miller slumps-n'-pouts. Bar reaching in with left hand to secure Miller's left elbow again - pulling forward to expose body for more shoving right hands. Workmanlike stuff - ref finally slapping the hold-and-hit apart, issuing more warnings for Bar. Down the stretch, Miller's legs rubbery, but firming: she trades ragged with Bar, clipping chin even as her breasts and skull get ROCKED by big-swinging Rafaeli. Bell: Bar still blastin' away, hair in her eyes, big toothy smile in place as ref bodies her off sleepy Marisa.

R9: Miller even shabbier off her stool, stumbling hurt to midring, digging in to engage. Bar heaving lusty: wide rights and lefts slamming against Miller, or wrapping 'round her shoulders/head, dragging her to one side or the other. Miller stumbling, but slugging her heart out - placing shoving right hands in Bar's ribs, or blastin' em' flat to breasts; slapping Bar wide left hands upside the head. Stumbling hammer and tongs sees both beauties lit up and put wobbly-butt: Miller's straighter punching, and better willowy torso movement actually see her get the cleaner touches. Bar still very aggressive and swaggering at bell, forcing eye contact and daring Marisa to chest-up as ref moves in.

R10: Similar stuff - Miller too banged up to do much more than move her hands and look to outwork Bar: Rafaeli smelling knockout, swinging crazy licks from her pockets. Miller stabilizing: she's pre-empting Bar with straighter punches - frequently aborting Bar haymakers on the launchpad. Bar losing her footing as Miller rings up chin with either hand: Rafaeli blinking, looking a little confused as Miller pokes and pounds away. Down the stretch, slender-limbed beauties trade wide, clapping hooks/straight, drifting rights - each face-pasting the other senseless as crowd's roaring on it's feet. Bell: girls still plowing away loose and mindless - exhausted models intent on pounding offending faces at all costs. Comes back a heart-pounding draw as Marissa wins the majority of rounds, while Bar makes up ground with knockdowns!

After: Bar screeching at Miller, pushing against officials to get at Marisa. Marisa puffy-faced, sleepy, but snarling back: Miller's never backed down from another model in her entire life, not about to start now. Crowd in an uproar - fist-fights breaking out between tempestuous models as scoring polarizes an already fractured audience. "I saw it for Miller," Vandervoort tells BLONDE! Magazine. "She was classier, tough when she had to be, and I think she took Bar to school in a lot of the rounds." Bundchen outraged, calling Miller a "Pampered slut," and demanding the judges "be shot." Bar herself perhaps the most vocal, stating in postfight: "I destroyed Marisa Miller in the 7th round of this fight. Three times I knocked her down - each worse than the last: there can be no question of which of us proved superior today. Bar Rafaeli broke Marisa Miller on this date: she will never be the same!"