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5 September 2010 Marisa Miller vs Candice Swanepoel

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Posted by for simguy on 9/5/2010, 9:45 am

 

 (Results by Simguy/Written by Simgrrl)

Before: Marissa Miller looking to put her foot down, show another upstart blonde who's the top cat FCBA model. 32 y/o Miller with a 5-2-2 record in nine fights; young gun 22 y/o Swanepoel, 0-3 (including an exhibition). Aside from the ten year advantage in age, Candice Swanepoel also has a slight 2 inch, height edge. The biggest difference is that while Miller has fought (and beaten) models like Adrianna Lima, Brooklyn Decker, Giselle Bundchen and Olga Kurylenko - and has two draws with Bar Rafielli - Swanepoel's entire resume is an exhibition with Charlize Theron ( working her way into shape after her 'retirement') and two losses to Maria Menounos! Not exactly 'Murder's Row' for either, but definitely far stronger comp for Miller...by far!


"I don't know what's going on with her," Miller sighs happily the day before the fight at weigh-in. "They're pushing her hard; I don't know if it's because Charlize is playing the 'South African' card or Candi's just anxious to make some kind of mark for herself. She's made no secret she wants to get out of modeling and into acting - maybe she thinks a bent nose, a cauliflower ear and scar tissue on her brow will get her an Oscar. Hell, it worked for Kidman and Theron, didn't it?"


Candice all perky, pretty, primping and (maybe) a little pompous, in her media session. "This will be a breakout fight for me," she says breathlessly. "I mean, Marissa has been like an icon in the business for years and years. I remember seeing her pictures in magazines growing up and thinking 'I want to be like that'! She's fought a bunch of older fighters like herself, but I really doubt she can keep up with my speed in the ring. But don't worry, I won't bust her face up; you paparazzi can still get some great pics of her stretched out flat on her back; her bosom heaving!"

During R1: Swanepoel advancing behind high guard - hands wide...too far apart. Miller pinpoints a single straight right BINGO; catching Candice's chin full on! BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Swanepoel's head snapped back; she stutter-steps; then drops straight down on her cute, Victoria's Secret worthy butt! Seconds into the fight and Swannie's sitting down, legs spread in a wide V; blinking in disbelief. She rolls over to all fours, crawls to the ropes, then laboriously hauls herself to her feet; swaying as the ref checks her gloves. Candice nods, "'m OK" and slaps her gloves together as if proving it. Swanepoel surprisingly combative coming off the canvas; her guard high and tight; feet squared up; facing Marissa with a grimace pursing her lips. Miller circling, sticking the jab, right cocked menacingly as she takes a minute to reorganize before unleashing on the crouching blonde. Miller pouring herself onto Swanepoel behind a blizzard of jabs. SWANNIE'S HURT! Candice rocked again by a long-range right from Marissa Miller, knees buckling, arms wrapping around Miller's torso. The two models tangle breast-to-breast, belly-to-belly, pelvis-to-pelvis, thighs-to-thighs; Swanepoel's cheek on Miller's cheek as they waltz around a couple of turns before stumbling into the ropes where the referee has his hands full (lucky guy!) separating them at the bell. Swanepoel swaying unsteadily back to her corner, Miller frowning at her inability to finish off the wounded South African beauty.

R2: Miller still working behind the jab; setting up a long, elastic, right hand; threading it right up the middle of Swanepoel's porous defenses to put a shimmy in Candice's long, sinewy, legs...again. Swanepoel put wobbly-butt early once again and like most models, when she can 'front run' Miller's hard to beat. Swaying Swanepoel suffers another long, hard, beating; butt-in-the-ropes; body hunching forward, face-in-gloves as Marissa Miller lays the smack into her long, lean, body with hard-hearted, brutally lanky blonde efficiency.

R3: One more time! Marissa Miller getting on her girl quickly, finding a home for her long right hand - poking it between Swanepoel's gloves; snapping her head back. Swanepoel rocked, hurriedly trying to leg her way out of danger, only to have Miller cut off the ring on her; box her into a corner and lash up and down both flanks of that lean, blonde, body. Miller has her girl stepping in fence post holes by the end of the first minute. With Swanepoel hurt, it becomes a simple matter of one lanky blonde systematically cleaning up on another lanky blonde for the rest of the round. Swanepoel showing her sturdiness; taking everything Miller dishes out without bending a knee; even striking back in spots, fitting a left hook in under Miller's right as she extends, but she's got no defense against Miller's right hand!

R4: Shutout Miller! Blonde getting methodical once she has a comfortable lead - stalking with long, loping, strides, circling Candice like a lioness stalking a wounded wildebeest. Envious(?) Miller certainly not neglecting Swanepoel's nubile young body; working long right hands down into that tight, taut, midsection; going back upstairs to feast at the buffet of Swanepoel's reddening face. Marissa working up and down Candice's body; never letting her get comfortable; never letting Candice establish a tight clinch - fighting from well outside; a straight left jab setting up that long right hand again and again. Swanepoel a real trooper, however: taking her beating, but staying fiercely; stubbornly, resistant to Miller's (almost casual) smug superiority and whenever Miller eases up on the gas, Swanepoel's launching her own looping, overhand right but she can't sustain any offense in the face of Miller's constant rat-a-tat-tat.

R5: AGAIN Miller slides home an early long right hand right up the middle...either Swanepoel can't read it or she's too groggy to stop it! Miller calmly cleaning up on Candice this round; building on her comfortable lead without taking chances. She's got her girl well subdued and she's not risking anything. Boring, but smart action. Swanepoel still showing signs of life; firming up in the final minute; avoiding the shutout with heartfelt lanky slugging with her butt stuffed into the ropes in her own corner. Swannie's not winning the fight, or even close to it; but she's showing spunk and her resolve is winning hearts and minds of fans who get something resembling a 'contest' in this stanza.

R6: Miller dials it back a notch. Marissa still dully methodical; clearly more interested in chalking up a win rather than showing off - circling well outside; spearing long, crisp, right hands into Swanepoel's body, then head, then body again. MM putting her foot down this round, punishing Candice's perky bosom with the jab, jab, jab; then snapping her head with that long right hand yet again. Swanepoel's face starting to bust up; her body language forlorn. She's laboring now, struggling hard not to snivel - fighting on pride - but her legs are rubbery and her early good form becomes more and more shabby as the damage to her proud body accumulates.

 

Re: PPV: Candice Swanepoel vs. Marissa Miller (CONC)

 

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R7: Miller up-tempos again! Early, sustained, long hard, straight punching by Miller quickly reduces Swanepoel to a stationary target; one Marissa Miller circles like a hungry shark; jumping in for a little nip at a hard nipple here; a big bite of bulging breast meat there; a hunk of jiggling haunch as Candice stumbles facefirst into the ropes, draping herself over the top rope, arms dangling limp outside. If Swanepoel were swimming, other fighters would be climbing into the ring, attracted by the 'blood in the water' aspect of this one-sided demolition. Miller one leggy, limber blonde, slowly circling, taking apart another leggy blonde in heart-breaking, deliberate, fashion. It's the kind of show you expect from a model, a lifeform even more notorious than actresses for not giving a break to the competition! BLOND GIRL DOWN! Miller finally puts an end to Swanepoel's evening in the second minute; a combination of sharp jabs mixed with hard, drilling, rights - again coming up the middle between Candice's fluttering gloves. Swanepoel wilts to her right, then crumples like a puppet with the strings cut. KO7 Marissa Miller who stands over Swanepoel's broken body, watching as she slowly rolls onto her back, her near arm flopping limp off her chest to the canvas between Miller's widespread feet. The referee - who in hindsight admitted he probably "should have stopped it earlier" doesn't bother with a count, just points Miller to her corner and waves his arms overhead. Miller kicks Swanepoel's gloved hand to her side as she steps over her and catwalks to her corner with a toss of her blonde hair; head held high.

After: WALK OF SHAME? DUH. These are models. It's not only expected, it's practically mandatory! Miller - unwilling to risk heavy fines or sanctions from the Model's Guild - doffs her gloves, turns, and heads resolutely over to where Sharon Stone is struggling to hold Swanepoel's tight young butt on her stool as she slumps limp against the turnbuckles. Miller elbows Stone aside, and after a brief resistance, Sharon steps back, according the victor her 'due' - knowing that sooner or later she's going to want Swanepoel to do the same to another unfortunate. Veteran Miller doesn't disappoint her fans, bending down, wrapping her arms around under Candice's arms, heaving the limp bodied blonde up onto long, limber, unsteady legs. Swanepoel's head nods forward, cheek on Marissa's shoulder; unresisting, almost uncomprehending. Miller reaches behind Swanepoel with her right hand, takes a firm, tight, grip on the right hip of her Victoria's Secret sheer panties, then jerks up - hard - pulling Swanepoel's body into an open-mouthed, tippy toe, forward tilting, aspect. Holding Swanepoel's near (left) arm across her own tummy, Marissa gives Candice's tugged-tight panties a tug and starts her stutter-stepping beside her toward the next corner. At each of the four corners, MM leans Candice into the turnbuckles, arms limp over the top ropes, head pulled back by the hair. Then Marissa conducts a point-by-point analysis of Swanepoel's flushed, bruised and battered body side-by-side with her own still flawless figure. Young ingenue brushing tears from her cheeks as she's paraded, displayed and (unfavorably) compared body-to-body to that of a woman who was her childhood idol. Once she's satisfied that Swanepoel has been properly 'chastised' Miller takes her back to her corner and leans her forward on the turnbuckles in front of a stoic Sharon Stone. Grinning, Miller gives Swanepoel's tight bottom a couple of spanks, then turns and struts away smiling.

In her postfight interview with the media, Miller brays in the wake of this one-sided poleaxing, getting all smug and feeling superior...not just to Candice Swanepoel, but to all the other models in and outside the FCBA. Even Miller has to admit, when prompted by a questioner, "Yeah, the girl was 'plucky' but you need more than pluck and luck; this is a woman's game and she's still a girl."
In her fourth straight defeat, we indeed saw "pluckiness" from Swanepoel but the girl absorbed some terrible punishment in this fight (especially for a model). In the aftermath, Ginny's gonna have to be rethinking her "plan" for Candice's development - hopefully before it's too late!
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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