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2 November 2012 Clare Bowen vs Emilia Clarke

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Posted by simguy on November 2, 2012, 9:50 am

BEFORE: "Get noticed" bout for two import-beauties in the crowded stocky/curvy class: both anxious to make a good impression at the other's expense. "I'm ready to go," Bowen (co-star of "Nashville", fighting out of Australia) gushes in prefight. "Obviously, I'm looking at girls like Kelly Clarkson and Hilary Duff; Elisha Cuthbert and Jennifer Love Hewitt...but if I want those fights, I've got to cover myself in glory first! I'll be punching to win on Emelia, and I can't wait to get started!"

Clarke (Danaerys Targaryen on Game of Thrones, fighting out of the UK) more reserved than bubbly Clare, though no less excited. "We're fighting for the exact same spot in terms of FCBA matchmaking," savvy brunette says at podium, "so I've got to separate myself from Claire. I feel I'm stronger and fitter than she is...I know a lot of great fighters have come from Australia, but I don't think Bowen's one of them. I'M stocky/curvy; she's pudgy and soft...I think that's going to wear on her as the fight goes on!"

Emelia in natural shoulder-length brunette hair loose; pale blue bra and panties; white gloves; short brown suede boxing moccasins with fringe. Clare in pink bra and panties; white gloves; platinum blonde hair in pretty Dutch ponytail; tan boxing UGG boots.

During R1: Willing tyros wade-in punching...Emilia landing palm-down rights to jug/swinging lefts to paunch, beating Aussie-blonde to punches, backing Bowen up. Clare firming at minute mark - exchanging shoveling lefts to paunch/right hooks to jug - Bowen a southpaw, but fighting so squared up she may as well be righty. Clarke getting out-hit, slugged into retreat as Bowen bounces forward. Energetic Clare outworking Emilia in crowd-pleasing toe-to-toe down the stretch - girls going at each other with palm-down rights pounding off face or jug, cleaning up hooks tummy or chin. Bell: buxom beauties continue to belt away - forcing ref to move in.

R2: Bowen driving Emilia back early, but Clare arm-punching/slapping...Clarke able to stay compact, take punches on her shoulders, then plow right hands thick to paunch/turn tidy hooks to chin and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Bowen on her buns, looking up all bedazzled...Clarke seething down, punching mitts together in furious pride at her first FCBA knockdown. Clare beats the count blinking and sniveling: EMILIA WADES IN! Clarke setting up in brawny wide stance - leaning in close to carry shoving right hands to belly; swinging wide right roundhouses loud to Claire's left shoulder. Clarke also showing a hard-heart - throwing the odd savage right forearm into Clare's jugs, bashing blonde-girl ragdoll back into ropes. By the end, Bowen in tears, visibly shaken by the rough-house; Clarke scowling like a bully, chesting up after the bell, bringing the ref in hot. During the break, trainer tells Bowen "There's no crying in boxing!" smartening ingenue up pronto.

R3,4,5: Steady onslaught of Clarke on Bowen...British girl driving her blonde to ropes and corners, pushing and a-punching. Nothing fancy - Emilia and Clare pushing hands and guards, swiping each other off-balance - constantly trying to drive the other strong-legged little beauty back. Minute after minute, it's Emilia who's more determined, stronger, sturdier - feeding Bowen a steady diet of tummy-pump, jug-mug, and wallops-off-the-top as blonde-girl covers up stricken. Bowen getting her ass kicked round after round, but being plucky and brave, still processing instructions on her stool through 6.

R6,7: Bowen driven back early, firming, holding, then steadily reversing all of Emilia's territorial gains. Sloppy in spots - girls pushing guards together, trying to jostle for position, then slug. Heavy, free-swinging rights to paunch get it done for Bowen eventually...Clarke grimacing, backing into ropes with stricken expression...Clare hops-to, crowding close with left hand on Emilia's right shoulder while packing Clarke's tits full of shoving right hands in close! Angry pushing after the bell as Clarke objects to Clare's insurance-punching/Bowen too excited to back off on timely basis.

R8: Sloppy push and punch all around the ring...girls frequently shoved off balance; belted about heads and tummies - it's fun, furious action between two pretty pouters. Down the stretch, girls grinding it up pate-to-pate, shoulder to shoulder, just hustling hup-hup leather into rival torsos when Emilia channels her inner-Khaleesi, popping hips-right and LASHING a withering hook clean to Clare's liver! Bowen instantly cringing, sobbing aloud in pain...she hugs her body, turns to her right, goes to her haunches - mouth wide open, eyes shut tight. Emilia frowning/pouting, stomping angry-butt to neutral corner...she stands there seething as blubbering Bowen beats the count like a little champ!

R9: Bowen hurting, wincing, shying away...she's not offering enough to keep Emilia off. Clarke friskily after wilting prey, bouncing mitts off head/shoulders; hooking tummy; pouring in rude palm-down right hands to Clare's fleshy chest. Bowen belted about the ring until a firm right cross turns her chin aside: BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Booming shot turns Clare 45 degrees to her right, drops her to hands and haunches...she's blinking away tears, but getting to her feet before Emilia can even get to neutral corner. Big, thumping clean up for Clarke as poor Bowen sits in ropes to soak. It's one li'l jiggler just belting away to glory as the other stoops forward grimacing behind her gloves, absorbing spank to bell.

R10: Lesson in energy management for Emilia Clarke...she's arm-weary and punched out, mouthbreathing off her stool...HERE COMES CLARE! Bowen snarling like a cute blonde little wolverine, driving Clarke to ropes and TREATING HER SHABBY! Clarke's turn to sit in ropes, cover her head and shout in pain as blonde-girl beats her without mercy. Bowen snarling as she reefs wide rights across brunette paunch; hoists left uppercuts to body; reaches arms in under Emilia's to wrestle apart her guard, then slams away raunchy right/left forearms to British jug, beating Clarke into shellshocked stupor! Emilia's curvy legs hold her up, but she's battered ragdoll at ropes - neither girl with the sense or experience to tie up when getting trounced ropeside! Bell: seething Bowen pulled off by ref...Clarke blinking away tears of hate, but it comes back UD10 Emilia.

After: Clarke drying her eyes, straightening her back...job well done as she beats back a determined blonde girl tonight. "As I thought," Emilia sniffs in postfight, "I'm much the stronger puncher, and tougher on the receiving end. I knew her tummy was soft - there was no time during the fight when I felt I couldn't hurt her to the body and take over the round. I feel like the only reason she got up from the knockdowns was because it was her pro debut, and she was too proud to quit: now that she knows how to lose, I'm pretty sure I'd stop her much earlier and easier if we fought again!"