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27 February 2010 Olga Kurylenko vs Marissa Miller

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Posted by simguy on 2/27/2010, 10:16 am

 

BEFORE: Former SI Swimsuit cover winner and current Vicki's Secret strong woman vs reigning-and-defending Bond Girl...it's a rare Models Superfight for the FCBA. "Olga's been boasting about having 'Model Supremacy' for a while now," Marissa says in prefight, "and she HAS cut down some names - but she's steered way clear of the SI girls who could hurt her. I've wanted to make this statement for a long time: I'm better than Olga, and she needs to feel the truth of that in the ring!" Kurylenko all flashing eyes and meanspirited pouts: she's long hated the idea of Marissa Miller. "Finally," Olga sneers at podium, "I will conquer the so-called All American Blonde on her home soil. She has run long enough: I will treat her as I treated Krupa: harshly!" Olga in purple bikini with ring connections; small black mitts; hair in wild gypsy tousle. Marissa in pale blue bikini trimmed in white ruffles; small white glovs; hair loose n' tangly. Aside - Reigning and Defending SI Swimsuit cover champ Brooklyn Decker at ringside in a special throne for the occasion - eagerly anticipating the winner, if rumours are correct.

During R1: Olga leggy, coltish early - long tanned shanks hard with lean muscle. Miller loping after, hopping and shifting about in her stance - she's just whittling down the ring, looking to jab her quarry. Long lead left hands lick back and forth - limbs sinewy and lean: pretty faces are struck and scuffed as models target eyes/cheekbones/lips. Olga stabbing her jab down into Marissa's flat midsection - Miller soon following suit. Body jabbing leads to rangy left-hooking: girls turning 'em over palm-down, elbows high on follow through. Good, rangy back and forth a little too intense to be purely tactical: fighters really trying to do harm with sticky left hand techniques. Lone right hand thrown by Miller the difference: she times it over Olga's jab, chipping it off Kurylenko's chin, wobbling brunette knees for just a moment.

R2: Marissa loping, cutting off the ring: she's the aggressor, looking to impose wiry strength. Olga changing directions on the perimeter, trying to shake pursuit: lips curl back off clenched teeth as she tries to win initiative from the blonde. Stabbing, stiff left hands from both girls - bodies and faces struck: Miller generally punching her way forward, hounding Olga along the aprons.

R3: Olga pouncing Miller early - lathering at her flanks ringing, batting lefts and rights. Miller momentarily confused - covering up face-in-gloves to accept her thrashing. Marissa able to answer after Olga's assault: dip n' rip left uppercuts gouge at Olga's sternum, backing her off in pain. Marissa walking Olga down, leaning into sliding, smooth right hands: brunette spooked all the way to ropes, eyes wide and worried. Marissa moving to her right as Olga's sliding to her left: blonde leans in, buggywhips a sidearm right hand to Olga's ribs - winning a cry of pain from Kurylenko and slumping her in ropes. Olga forms earmuff, stooping forard behind her mitts: Marissa dips left, weight on left leg, pops supple hips-right, perfect breasts nearly pointing at the ceiling as she CRANKS that limber left up into Olga's ribcage! Sputtering/whining sob blurts past Olga's lips...she's hurt in her body. Marissa shifts long legs - touching knuckles of her left hand against Olga's raised guard, then leaning in to pour that long right hand neat between brunette mitts. Chipping, hard punch cracks face: Olga stooping forward, torso hovering out over her legs for a moment, then she JACKNIFES FACE FIRST INTO CANVAS! Olga poked out cold - KO3 Marissa Miller in diamond-cutting fashion.

After: Olga prettily knocked out - left cheek down, lips parted, eyes shut in astonishment: Miller gets her whole lanky body into a gliding right hand to end Kurylenko's night. "When I get all the parts moving at once?" Marissa beams, "baby's goin' nite-nite!" Olga brought around with smelling salts - jolting upright on her stool and blinking comically: moments thereafter, she's gathered up by a big-grinning Marissa Miller. SCALDING walk of shame for Olga Kurylenko - haughty Ukrainian vixen blinking back long-lashed tears...hated blonde arm around those polished brunette hips - Miller waving regally with her left hand, steering Olga around the ring, posing for a white shock of flashbulbs at every corner. Miller taking snivelling Olga for an unprecedented THREE circuits of the ring: Kurylenko weeping as the third begins, writhing in Miller's right arm...blonde girl force to give her rival a good hard shake to settle her down.

 

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