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5 May 2012 Kate Upton vs Marisa Miller

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Kate Upton 03.jpg Marisa Miller 03.jpg

Posted by simguy/Dradis wrds on May 5, 2012, 8:59 am

BEFORE: A sign of the times: the prefight press conference room is filled with matte photographs of various large sizes of the cover photo from Sports Illustrated’s 2012 Swimsuit Issue, either hung on the walls like works of art or proudly displayed on easels for all to see. Kate’s smiling, very proud of herself as she stands next to one copy after another and mimics the cover’s pose – she’s determined to remind everyone of her dominant position in the modeling industry. “I’m the future of our business,” she boldly proclaims, “I intend to usher in this new golden era by tossing out the old. Marisa should be thanking me for this. It’s not every day someone as washed up as her gets another minute in the spotlight.” Miller showing barely concealed displeasure and contempt for the younger upstart in return as she attempts to downplay Upton’s meteoric success: “I’ve seen plenty of ‘Kate Uptons’ come and go over the years. They’re all the rage one minute then completely forgotten the next.” Kate in brown and red string bikini from the SI cover; black gloves; golden hair loose and tussled. Marisa in purple bra-style bikini with gold hoop connections from Jan/Feb 2012 Women’s Health; black gloves; hair loose and tangly.

(Kate: http://img16.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=108556836_si_2012_swimcover_122_27lo.jpg)
(Marisa: http://img45.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=108557306_marisa_miller_women_s_health_magazine_january_february_2012_issue_ADCLZMr_122_29lo.jpg)

During R1: Masterful ring generalship from Marisa at the onset – she’s loping about the perimeter, easing herself back to the ropes then circling wide to the adjacent side of the ring. Upton comes straight forward showing little to no finesse at all – she wants to turn this into a phonebooth brawl, but raw enthusiasm is no match for Miller’s comparatively adroit footwork. Marisa’s calm, executing her game plan perfectly as she walks Upton into harm, punching at the younger blonde’s face or tits with a snappy left jab or hooking at her flanks. Marisa’s more confident after the first minute and stops her backpedaling to exchange punches – brief flurry sees both blondes land as Miller takes Kate’s flanks with a left/right/left combo while Upton leads with a left hook to the ribs then plows in with a right cross to the chin, followed by a second… MARISA’S HURT! Miller stumbles backwards, buzzed as trade of punches goes Upton’s way – she gets shoved back into the strands as Kate lays siege! Nothing pretty or elegant about the work as Kate straps away with thick, powerful lefts and rights to Marisa’s midsection; Miller’s cringing, absolutely sick about it as she’s getting pounded like a heavy bag. An uppercut splits Marisa’s gloves and finds her chin, snapping her head back and leaving her sagging butt in ropes; her guard likewise starts to wilt as a quick left-right hook combo to the temple and cheek rock her head to and fro. Kate grins as she helps herself to Marisa’s jugs, reveling in the misery she’s causing the older blonde as she pounds them flat against her chest with a series of hooks to their sides. Marisa’s eyes go glassy as she’s rocked by another uppercut to the chin… Kate measures her for a right hook that SLAMS into her jaw, swiveling her head in picturesque fashion! Miller slides to her right off the ropes and falls to the canvas on her side parallel to the ropes with her back out to the crowd… Marisa’s able to lift her groggy head up and prop herself up on her forearms, but she’s too far gone – she tries but is unable to even make it to all fours as the count passes her by. Gobsmacking KO1 – Kate Upton!

After: Kate giddy with triumph as bell rings – not only has she solidified her claim at the top of the model food chain, but it takes her less than three minutes to confirm that she’s also the hardest hitting one currently in the business, perhaps even in the industry’s entire history. “She quit the moment my right cross found her,” Upton explains in postfight, “Nobody expects to get hit like that when they sign a contract with Victoria’s Secret or Sports Illustrated. Nobody. I’m bringing them all under my thumb. Starting tonight.”

Marisa’s despondent, still trying to recover her senses on her stool when Kate comes for her – younger blonde yanks older roughly up to her feet for a walk of shame! Ladies are side by side as they circle the perimeter of the ring at a leisurely pace, Upton with her arm around Miller’s waist – she’s smiling and waving proudly to the crowd as takes her time and she shows her beaten foe off like a trophy for winning a beauty pageant.

The two blondes eventually return to Miller’s corner where Kate shoves her up against the turnbuckle: “Corner or midring?” Upton asks. Marisa’s distraught, struggling to hold back the tears and doesn’t answer – Kate secures a grip with both hands around the back of Miller’s head and pulls her face down into the waiting embrace of jug. Marisa writhes as she pushes at Kate’s flanks and struggles to escape – she’s desperate to find anything that isn’t hot, sweaty flesh, but Upton’s arm around the neck and hand in hair are secure. Kate’s savoring every second of this as she squeezes tighter and tighter with her arms – she’s enjoying the muffled cries from Miller that only she can hear.

Finally Marisa’s legs start to buckle: Kate releases and gives her a good shove on her back out of the corner. Miller stumbles forward and collapses to all fours in the ring’s center – Kate saunters over at an unhurried pace and places her boot on Marisa’s ribs and pushes, rolling her onto her back. Easy task for Upton to straddle Marisa and pin her wrists to the mat above her head; Kate bends down and drops her magnificent chest onto Miller’s face as she begins the smother anew. Poor Miller! She’s kicking weakly with her legs and writhing desperately to get off her back, but there’s no escape: Upton continues to pour it on with jug as Marisa’s struggles fade until her body finally relaxes in unconsciousness. Kate smiles as she releases and sits up to admire her handiwork – a perfect picturesque pose to top off a perfect night