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7 Dec 2008 Marissa Miller vs Giselle Bundchen

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VICTORIA'S SECRET BOXING SPECIAL

Posted by simguy on 12/7/2008, 12:45 pm

Before: Girls fighting for functional control of Victoria's Secret - but both also represent a variety of commercial interests, making the fight the center of lucrative ad campaigns. Gisele the long time queen of VS, but Miller's determined conquest of Bundchen lieutenants Lima and Ambrossio have seen the American making a strong move to claim the throne. "The Brazilian girls have been on top long enough," says free-spirit Marissa in prefight. "I've proven I'm better than the breed - but until I decisively crush Gisele, people are going to doubt me. I'm stronger, better trained and more competitive than Gisele - period." Bundchen in black bra and low-rise, boy-leg panties; standard white boxing boot; black gloves. Marissa in leopard print bikini with boy cut bottoms; black gloves; standard black boxing boots. Both girls wearing hair in surprisingly hard-working ponytails - scrappy bangs framing beautiful faces. Scene at the weigh in typically hardhearted: when one is on the scales, the other stands nearby, arms crossed, scowling in harsh appraisal, scanning for any microscopic flaw. Both tall girls coming in as slender bantamweights.

During R1: Marissa leggy - loping to either side, looking Gisele over. Bundchen more grounded - prowling, crouching. Both girls keep dukes up, elbows in: Marissa's torso more rigid as she hops around, ponytail tossing; Gisele glaring, crouching, showing a flat-footed, supple-torso approach. Both girls show well-schooled, if robotic jabs: Gisele standng up, stepping into hers, knocking Marissa's head back early. Miller also with professional poke, stepping and driving to Gisele's mouth. When they close to distances inside jab-range and attempt to flurry - both have a tendency to slap and push, becoming amateurish. Gisele's pressure decisive until late: Miller gets off a sharp one-two in dying moments, scoring bingo on the chin, dropping Gisele to her buns. Bright smile Marissa at bell: she's stolen the round as fuming Bundchen gets up, dusts herself off.

R2: Gisele spooked; Marissa probably the hardest hitting VS model, proved it in the first. Miller stalking at the hop, eyes bright as she walks her foe down. Bundchen weaving low to her left, getting under Miller's straight one-two; MIller dipping to HER left, digging a rigid, slender-limbed hook in above Bundchen's right hip as G's stooped forward. Both girls relatively slow, underpowered at the height, but pleasing to the eye, taking care to place punches and execute text-book form when they can. Bundchen keeping arms in as she torso-weaves: she answers Miller's rigid hook-to-hip with an occasional left uppercut to midsection, testing flat blonde waist. Good, committed digging: both girls rosey cheeked, angry-eyed as they take slender-limbed inventory of the other's svelte torso.

R3: Gisele weaving in, bending low - taking Marissa's hook in the right flank, but now actively answering up the middle. G pumping single right hands into Miller's midsection - standing up, drawing right elbow back, plowing the punch home: Bundchen baring her teeth, snarling prettily as she scores repeated tummy strikes. Discouraging effect on rival super-model: Marissa frowning, giving ground: she's drawing elbows in, protecting her middle more than punching now. Gisele able to come forward, step in her jab to Miller's face: American scuffing up under increased Brazilian aggression.

R4: Gisele jabbing VERY effectively - knocking Marissa's face back, forcing her into gangly/stumbling retreat. Miller disorganized from firm Brazilian poking: Bundchen walking Miller down, jabbing her into confused peek-a-boo stances, then plugging lanky at Marissa's tummy. G drawing her elbows back, then driving dutiful, slender-limbed lefts and rights to Marissa's waist. Bundchen glaring, eyes hard as she works to Miller's willowy midriff - Brazilian ponytail tossing side to side with the rigid digging. Miller whimpering, backing to ropes: tears stain her cheeks when she emerges from her earmuff to hook at Gisele's waist in reprisal, then Marissa covers up quick as Bundchen's loading up. Orderly turn taking - Gisele reducing Marissa on the apron: both girls covering up to receive rather than attempting to punch-with. Bundchen much the better of the two, steadily applying herself to Marissa's waist, buckling American knees by the bell. Bundchen wheels on her heel: PONYLASH! Marissa blurting in outrage as Brazilian breath-of-blonde whispers across her eyes; Bundchen grinning wide en route to her corner. During the break - Miller cries quietly as enswell is rubbed hard under her left eye.

R5: Marissa grits her teeth - works a rigid left uppercut up into Gisele's sternum; compliments it with a scraping left hook in behind Bundchen's right elbow in early action. Gisele pouting, but taking her punishment: when it's her turn, she's plugging those exaggerated, pumping body blows into Marissa - backing her up - then jabbing her face as Miller retreats into effective poking range. Miller firming, more combative - tears flow freely when Bundchen beats her middle, but American lass proving plucky. Gouging left uppercut to Gisele's solar plexus has HER snivelling - both girls bravely persevering despite rude treatment. Miller loading up her right hand, then thrusting it to G's head: bendy-backed Brazilian still slipping underneath that shot, robbing Marissa of her best weapon. Round ends with a stricken Miller helpless at the ropes, mouth wide open as Gisele plugs a trio of those awkward right hands flat-knuckle to tummy. Miller blinking back tears, hugging herself back to her corner: Gisele beaming, owning her rival through 5.

R6: Spirited jabbing midring as both girls stand ground, step in, and score to offending faces. Miller proves more determined, forcing Gisele to step back at last: Marissa hopping forward in her stance, looking for more Bundchen. Marissa leans into her first long, sloping right hands ticketed for Giselle's midsection: she's either scoring loudly to lean Brazilian beef, or pasting G on the hairline if Bundchen tries to duck down. Gisele disorganized, confused - she's backing away in disarray, getting her face knocked about by Marissa's constructive jab. Miller so pretty with her little brow furrowed, bringing her mitts back to her chest, hopping forward with that animated ponytail: she's more and more aggressive with Gisele. Brazilian sputtering - sliding along ropes, frequently covering up face-in-gloves and stooping forward: Miller upright, digs crook-armed left hooks in above exposed hips as lanky Gisele cries out into her palms. Bell: Marissa has to be pushed back; she won't stop hooking at helpless Gisele as Bundchen sits weeping butt-in-ropes.

R7: Bundchen's head straight back from Miller jabs: American extending nicely, prodding Gisele backward. Miller drawing the right hand back, stepping in and slinging it forward: telegraphed perhaps, but packed with willowy leverage when Marissa steps into it. Second minute sees Marissa drive home a single right to Gisele's dainty chin - punching Brazilian a quarter turn to her right, staggering her. Bundchen dazed, slaps back a right and a girlish left: her form's abandoning her when she's hurt. Gisele upright, slapping awkwardly with both hands with her eyes closed, head turned slightly to the right. Miller all eyes-wide, extends left to Gisele's chest to range-in, then drives in that straight, slender right, once again connecting to point of Brazilian chin. Bundchen badly knocked - she stumbles about, then flops heavily to her backside-and-elbows. Gisele snivelling, rolling over right hip to her knees...but she pitches face-first into ropes, sprawling over bottom strand. It's over...G can't beat the count: Marissa takes it KO7.

After: Changing of the guard at last; Americans throwing off Brazilian oppressors at Victoria Secret. Miller's friends on the VS roster quickly flock to her, hugging and petting beautiful blonde in her moment of triumph. Gisele sitting up at ropes, face and hands against her raised knees, unable to face reality. Reality comes to face Gisele however: Miller-and-posse eventually pull G up by her gangly arms; special red-and-black Victoria's Secret Christmas body saddle presented. Gisele stoic as she's strapped in - at least until belly strap is cinched tight - then Bundchen's tears flow fresh. Beaming Miller mounts, kneeling jockey-style into the pads above Bundchen's hips, waving regally to fans as Gisele stumbles forward. Bundchen's long, trim legs not up to the task of parading Miller around - G ridden to canvas in short order, lying on her side and blubbering as Marissa struts it up. "I definitely own Gisele in the ring," a confident Miller gloats in postfight. "Now I'll just roll her up on carpet, and my conquest will be complete