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24 March 2012 Blake Lively vs Tricia Helfer

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Posted by simguy on 3/24/2012, 9:25 am

Before: Testy prefight sessions...Lively taking a page out of the Swanepoel playbook; getting into Tricia's face at every opportunity. "Helfer's clock is ticking," Lively says in prefight. "She can't hold back women like me forever. She's slower than she's ever been; she's more hittable; more vulnerable. She's won a lot of fights, but you can't beat father time, and guess what? He's in MY corner!" Helfer serious at podium, recognizing a type-rival when she sees one. "Blake's always looking for a way up the ladder," Tricia says in rebuttal. "She's one of the most opportunistic and ambitious girls out there, and that makes her dangerous. She's not a great in-ring fighter though. Lacks consistency, and I think, lacks toughness when the chips are down. I'm defending my turf here - whether it's Strahovski, Swanepoel or this girl...when a tall, cool blonde steps to me, looking to make her name by taking mine? It's on guys. It's on like Blake Lively's never seen it before." Blake in black bikini; long blonde hair all a-tangle; small black gloves. Tricia in black lace push up; leopard print bikini bottoms; small black gloves; long dirty-blonde hair in tangly-curls.

During R1: Midring, counterclockwise rotation in long, loping pivots. Tricia elbows in, hands slightly out to either side in gull-wing aspect; Lively scowling, lifting left hand up from thigh to paw the air out front; right arm held akimbo, the mitt hip-high. Lively looking to paw-left, then try for Helfer's sleek ribcage via straight right. Trish backhanding out the jab in pesky little flicks; swiping aside Blake's right hands with the left; sidestepping-right to keep things tactical. Lively making the fight - rarely connecting flush, but judges note her angry snarl and heartfelt attempts to touch Tricia stiff...Blake takes points on aggression while Helfer conducts recon.

R2: Blake emboldened, hopping in on Trish to slug: Helfer forming calm earmuff, leaning into the arc of Blake's wide shots, avoiding the power sweet-spot. Tricia supple and sneaky - leaning forward over left leg, keeping dukes up/elbows in...she's letting Blake slop away, then digging back harsh, jagged left uppercuts to tummy/ribcage; clapping wide, sidearm rights to waist - taking the steam out of young blonde legs. By the half way point, Blake's mouthbreathing, wincing with body hurt; by the final minute, Tricia's crippling Blake, licking shots to body to get Lively stooping forward face-in-gloves. Final moments, Tricia in front of Blake, lathering her thick, rangy right/lefts upon sinewy lats, or cutting Blake palm-up lefts across the tummy. Bell: Lively wobbly-butt, blinking away tears...she gets a very hard-hearted look from Tricia as blondes pass en route to respective corners.

R3: Tricia bedeviling Blake...Helfer flat footed/bendy backed - leaning in on front (left) leg in search of short left uppercuts, or looping rangy right hands over the top. Dipping and twisting, Helfer weaves receipts; pivots counterclockwise; slips and bobs on the spot, then paints Blake across the ribs/tummy/cheek. Lively combative though - lips curling off teeth, she whirls punches, finally catching Helfer tuff in her body/upside the head as things get sloppy late.

R4: Lively slugging her heart out; Tricia bobbing on the spot, getting inside and underneath Lively's long-limbed wallop, FEASTING on lithe young ribs in receipt. Glorious dip-and-dig uppercutting off the front (left) leg for Tricia - fitting small-glove lefts and rights into rib and tummy meat, parting Blake's lips in pain. Feisty Lively finally breaking off her attack to shy away, bringing elbows in to protect her midsection...she sags into ropes, forms face-in-gloves and takes it tuff as Trish steps-to, whirls 'em in. Helfer hard-hearted on Blake - long arms lashing Lively to either flank, fists biting in palm-down as Tricia's dipping side to side. Bell: Helfer all nostrils flaring, straightening up to give Blake a withering glare...Lively hugging her ribs, showing how-could-you eyes as ref moves in.

R5: Tricia nibbling and vexing outside, turning Blake midring in counterclockwise circles - jabbing her into earmuff; lashing her wide, palm-down rights in the left flank; weakening her legs, then directing her to ropes. Trish lanky, but measured - keeping elbows in; scraping uppercuts to face; dipping n' digging left hooks tuff to waist - just systematically working Blake over. As Lively grows discouraged/hurt, she forms face-in-gloves, putting her flanks on sale as she lolls forward. Tricia obliges, pasting away wide, lathering rights and lefts, working hard to put every scrap of leather she can onto Blake by the bell.

R6: Better stuff from Blake - she's riding her forearms into Tricia's shoulders, bumping guards with her, then slugging - digging away on ribs and shoulders to rangy effect. Helfer so thoughtful here - bobbing on the spot with weight on left (front) leg; keeping elbows in tight/fists at her cheeks, looking for spots to dig and swipe at. All even till late: Tricia in close, shrugs a short left uppercut to chin; doubles down to dig left to liver; shifts weight to right leg and clips the right uppercut to chin, putting Blake wobbly butt at bell.

R6: Perfect - absolutely perfect bob-and-dig left uppercut from Tricia - she slips in under Lively's right; snatches the left fist tart off Blake's solar plexus and DOWN GOES LIVELY! Blake breathless on all fours, mouth wide open for breath, eyes shut tight in gut-shot agony...leggy Tricia gazes down on the strut-past. Lively bravely up at 8, sniveling with hurt, but game to continue. Helfer assumes control at ropes - supple at the waist as she bobs and slips on the spot, constantly weaving her torso for better angles on Lively's ribcage. Wicked, slicing punches from Tricia: palm-up left hooks laying tracks across Blake's tummy; wide, sweeping rights burying themselves PAK! in Blake's leftside lats; slinging hooks tucking in tight behind Blake's right elbow. Lively breaking down, but long legs propping her up at ropes: ringsiders cringing whenever she shows face-in-gloves, prompting withering fire from Tricia against both flanks. Bell: Helfer breathing hard, but feeling her oats...she pushes up off Lively without cause, turning away as Blake's bleating in protest.

R7: Blake hurt, approaching behind tight earmuff...Tricia slides in close, fitting her left in behind Blake's right elbow to buckle Lively's knees early. Blake gasps, folds forward into Tricia: Helfer's left hand curls round behind Blake's head, pulling down while right hand whaps palm-down licks above Lively's left hip once, twice, then scraping right uppercut splits Blake's mitts. Helfer's left hand resecures Blake's head, puliing it down...Tricia's right slaps away palm-down behind Lively's left elbow once, twice, thrice and RIGHT UPPERCUT Tricia Helfer! Blake's head flops back - lashes blinking, lips parted, knees a-knocking...Lively reforms face-in-gloves, but she's all leg-shabby now. Tricia: left hand in behind Blake's head, pulling her down/turning her counterclockwise while hacking wide, palm-down rights to flank...ref barking about the blatant holding and hitting, so Tricia rocks Blake upright via the right uppercut, releasing the head. Lively staggering into ropes, dazed and bitter with punishment...she forms face in gloves, slumping butt-in-ropes. Trish steps-to all loosey-goosey, no longer fearing Blake...Helfer in wide stance - touching her jab to Blake's mitts; lashing Blake that hateful, rubber-hose right hand wide to the lats; slicing that palm-up left across Blake's tummy; bouncing the right uppercut off Blake's mitts; digging the left in tuff behind Blake's right elbow. On and on - one limber blonde girl working another over with the special thoroughness reserved for glamorous blondes of this type; small mitts biting at tender meat - digging in - bouncing off and DOWN GOES BLAKE! Lively jack-knifing into canvas with gloves still at her face...she stretches out on her tummy, long and helpless at Tricia's feet. KO7 Tricia Helfer in succulent fashion.

After: Blake weepy in aftermath, cringing as her ribs are inspected: Tricia deliberately going at the younger girl's body to make a statement. "I've come to body-punching late in my career," Tricia admits, "but I'm really loving the strategic possibilities it's opening up for me - especially against younger girls like Blake. Lively was very accurate against Theron, but she couldn't hit me with that stuff - left a lot of openings for me to exploit. I think I knew I had it when I put her down...that was a gorgeous, tucking lick - I just knew I'd gotten in deep and her legs just weren't right afterwards. Then it was just a matter of working hard enough to get the stoppage: didn't want to carry this girl to the finish line. I think people needed to see me standing over her at the end, just to underscore the point!"