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8 February 2013 Claire Holt vs Margot Robbie

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Posted by simguy on February 8, 2013, 6:16 pm

BEFORE: "It's just so exciting to be fighting Big-Bantie these days," Margot gushes in prefight. "It might be the hottest space in boxing, with girls like me, Mumford and Holt all jostling for position; Michalka and Munn jealously guarding their turf; girls like Neve, Britney, Beckinsale all nervous about what's coming up...it's awesome. We've even got legendary veterans like Kelly Hu, I mean, it's a rich, rich fighting environment. Job 1 is getting Holt beat of course, but it's hard not to look ahead and be thrilled! I'm just loving that I'm right in the mix with these girls!"

Holt pursing lips/rolling eyes throughout Margot's enthusiastic speech...Claire making it vividly clear she's not impressed. "Honestly, I think it's adorable that Robbie has dreams," Holt smirks. "She can't possibly beat me - Phoebe T's told me as much...all that remains is to get in the ring and clean Margot up. She's right about the opportunities ahead, but they're MY opportunities. Margot's second class: I'm top-shelf, and once I've destroyed her, it'll be me in the spotlight...and I'm not one for sharing!"

Margot in canary yellow bikini; fun beach pony with messy bangs; white gloves. Claire causing quite a stir with her pre-fight bikini reveal - claiming her neon baby blue top and stripey bottoms to be the ORIGINAL Into the Blue suit worn by Jessica Alba in that movie - a claim hotly disputed by Team Alba. Subsequent investigation reveals the suit to be from Hurley's line of High quality replica battle bikinis - Holt completing the look with long, straight soft blonde hair (also recalling Alba in Into the Blue) and white mitts.

During R1: Claire prettily at Robbie midring - bumping left jabs to jug; fitting right hands to waist; crowding close chin-over-left-shoulder while pumping rights and lefts to paunch. Robbie grumpy, frowning early...Holt outworking her, tidying up the midsection, then bodying Margot back. Robbie's resistance stiffens late: she holds canvas via a series of short, hopped-in hooks...Claire forced to cover up earmuff, then grunting as Robbie crams home insurance hooks to waist at bell.

R2: Holt frisky again - jabbing jug; placing the right hand thick to waist or hip; hooking jug; drifting Robbie righty-on-the-chin when she backs away in distress. Holt happily outworking Margot then walking her down...wheels fall off late when reckless Holt brazenly walks into what she sees as a stumbling Robbie: Margot firms, jumps into a short left hook to chin and changes the fight. Holt spastic on the spot - back (right) leg stepping back too far, then way too far forward, then out too wide...she's hurt and Robbie jumps in with extra left hooks, clouting Holt to ropes. Bell sounds just as Robbie's leaning in close to snatch a vicious right/left off the waistline...Holt sobbing in anguish, hugging her tummy and complaining of late punching; Robbie shaking her head "No"; turning away rather than arguing the point.

R3: Robbie bobbing; jabbing from an approach-crouch; hopping the last couple of feet to carry short hooks into Claire, then brawling on the inside. Holt whining and pouting, but fighting hard...Margot able to come forward at some cost as Claire trades like a big-girl should. Crowd-pleasing, methodical bashing exchanges - fighters tossing compact rights and lefts, mitts bouncing off skulls and shoulders, or spanking loud on pecs, breasts or flanks. Each girl bending to get her back into right hands, or popping hips-right to get succulent leverage on hooks...good beefy thump sounding out from rival torsos. Robbie's will gradually prevails...Holt beaten from dug-in positions and driven back...she's on the verge of tears at bell; Robbie all sunny on the trot back to her corner.

R4: Claire first with her jab midring, knocking back Margot's head; feeding Robbie harsh right hands across jug; hooking at Margot's gut as her hands comes up to protect face. Holt swivel-pivoting clockwise around her tummy-snatching hooks...long blonde hair swishing across her backbone as she shifts about. Robbie turning, trying to hop into hooks, but Holt's jab a pre-emptive force, disrupting Robbie on the spot, then leaving her vulnerable to clean up spank. Nice minute-to-minute management of Robbie by Claire - Holt sliding around her girl, touching Margot up, keeping her off balance bell to bell. Holt SO smug at the break - sashaying back to her corner, preening for the crowd...display so irritating it even brings a frown to Margot's usually upbeat features.

R5: Grim, digging stuff as both girls settle into inside slugging: pate-to-pate; hands pushing arms out of the way; fists shoving up into trembling tummies and pain-wracked ribcages. Margot gradually getting into rhythm: she'll bump the left shoulder to Claire's tits; rip Holt's waistline a thick right/left; pick Holt up the short right uppercut inside; chop-jab or hook those tits while stepping forward onto vacated canvas. Holt bashing back in spots, but discouraged: this is Robbie at her curviest and most insistent.

R6: Girls crowding close, pushing in mouth-on-shoulder, working tummy underneath. Nothing fancy - both girls wearing pained grimaces as they lay in ear to ear, shoulders rolling compact, lapping wallop to offending breadbaskets and breasts. Gradual counter-clockwise rotation as girls push and slug - each just trying to wear the other out. Down the stretch, Robbie cringing, face pinching up...she's gasping as though low-blowed, but it's impossible to see. Ref issues break as Margot's clinching...Holt bright-eyed as a magpie picking at road-kill while Margot's wincing and pushing at her trunks...upon resumption, Claire able to body Margot to ropes, lay atop her and stuff her gut full of shoving right hands to bell.

R7: Something's changed: Robbie grimacing, visibly slowed...Claire now bringing the fight to Margot. Holt workmanlike behind the jab - ferreting Robbie out with poke; left hand reaching to Robbie's right bicep after jabbing, securing Margot for clip-across right to chin, then a brawny clinch. Margot disheveled, getting walked back in the grasp/stacked and jostled at ropes...Holt getting big on her girl, holding and hitting, tying up to smother. Margot absorbing consistent shellack with a grumpy aspect...she's pushing and punching in spots, still competing, but Holt more energetic, controlling things with smart punch-n'-clutch through 7.

R8: Claire catches Margot a short left hook to chin as Robbie's wading in...Margot stumbling away on her heels, lashes fluttering...she hits ropes in a fog and covers up earmuff! Holt grinning, crowding close, helping herself to tummy via cramming right hand...poor Margot bunching forward butt-on-ropes. Claire savagely at her girl - chin out over Margot's head - one forearm riding Margot's upperback while the free mitt slams away to flank - Claire shifting positions to punish both sides of Robbie. Margot's curvy legs hold her up, but it's a bad spot: Claire basically pushing Robbie's head/torso down, looming over her, feeding her devastating, workmanlike body, hip and kidney blows - Holt's back slicking up with slugger's sweat - buns shuddering side to side when she's ramming in thick punches that slam to a halt on Robbie's solid chassis. Bell: Holt panting from exertion, but proud of herself - she reaches under ruined Robbie, stacks her rough into ropes, palming her shoulders while searching glassy eyes for quit!

R9: Robbie bravely off her stool, but tragically shabby: face pinched, thighs trembling as she closes with her rival. Holt grinning as she pumps jabs to Robbie's face; drops the right cross to chin...Margot slugged onto her heels, stumbling back and to her right until ropes stop the free-fall. Margot digging in, trying to form earmuff: Holt steps-to, reaches in under Robbie's arms to wrestle apart the guard, then having a systematic go at that tanned breadbasket. Poor Margot! Robbie slumping in ropes, lips parted, eyes frowned shut as she stoops slightly forward...Holt clearing Robbie's arms out of the way then just beating her short, thick rights and lefts to tits/ribs/tummy - bouncing mitts off meat via short, thumping delivery. It's all too much - Margot absorbing; Claire setting strong, getting her buns and back into thudding strokes...Robbie drifts to hands and haunches, sobbing for breath as Claire stands, then tosses hair off her shoulder with practiced torso/head action. Margot blubbering, but refusing to quit...she pulls herself up off canvas, valiantly telling ref she's good to go...Holt wades in for another minute of processing as poor Margot suffers at ropes to bell.

R10: Claire stepping to her left, working the jab...Holt content to stay outside, touch her girl and cruise to the finish line. Robbie grimacing, hurt to the body and cringing, but she's trying to press the fight - turning-with Claire, stepping-to and engaging. Holt's clockwise movement carrying her away from Robbie's thudding hook...Margot forced to shoot a stubby straight right hand to chest instead, in an effort to cut off the ring. Claire with a sneaky right hand off her hip - pulling it up and chopping it to chin as Margot's wading in: Holt frequently able to tie up as a result, frustrating Robbie tummy-to-tummy. Final minute - Holt verbally taunting Robbie, pinpricking her jabs and straight right hands, then clinching as Margot comes forward...heartbreaking stuff as Robbie knows she needs to trade and Holt won't let her. Bell; girls're clinched; Holt gives Robbie a disdainful kiss upside the head before pushing away...comes back UD10 Claire Holt.

AFter: Holt SMUG with the verdict - smiling and waving with her right hand as ref's raising her left...Robbie all sweaty and beaten, sulking a little as some sharp-practice obviously got employed by clever Claire tonight. "Prove it," Holt laughs in post-fight when told of allegations regarding her 6th round low blow...score-cards even to that point: thereafter, Holt would win every round. "She's got a soft underbelly," Holt crows, "SO not my problem. If she doesn't want to get hurt to the body, maybe she should try sit-ups or something. Girls like Margot always think it's going to be them getting off and dishing out...they never imagine the other girl banging back, and when they do? Robbie caves. She's soft - physically and mentally - and I'm better. She can't handle that, so she cooks up phantom low blows...BOO HOO!"