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19 May 2013 Natalie Dormer vs Alice Eve

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CELEBRITY BOXING AFTER DARK

Posted by simguy on May 19, 2013, 12:42 pm

BEFORE: "A hard, hot beating," Eve beams in prefight, imagining what she'll do to Natalie. "She's simply not made of sturdy enough stuff to compete with women like me. I've brought in Ashley Madekwe as a dedicated Dormer-mimic, and the beatings I've given Ash in sparring only underscore my margin of supremacy over the type. She'll run, she'll foul, she'll go into her deep, dark trick-bag, but in the end, she'll sleep at my feet. Power will break her spell - depend upon it!"

Dormer cool, composed, following an eye-opening performance against highly-touted Emily Blunt...a win against Eve would push Natalie to the front of the UK import class. "It's important to put Alice in her place," Natalie acknowledges at podium. "With both Eve and Blunt in my back pocket, I'll have a strong mandate to move against any woman I wish. If she believes Madekwe prepares her for me, she'll be sorely disappointed...Decesare exposed Eve as a fat, pampered blonde who does well toe-to-toe, but who looks lost and confused in any other circumstance. I will simply deny her comfort, and force her to fight on ground of my choosing. She'll be beaten, and soundly - body and soul."

Eve in full Star Trek promo mode - showcasing the black starfleet fighting bra and panties; hot pink gloves; perky blonde bob. Dormer in baby blue bikini top/navy bottoms/white gloves; long blonde hair in soft, unruly curls.

During R1: Eve rowdy out the gate, stiff-arm jabbing Dormer to ropes; beating her a fat right hand to midsection - bunching Dormer's buns up into cables; battering at Natalie's back as Dormer cowers left-shoulder-in-ropes. Dormer gasping, managing to tie up around Eve's strong hips; ref issues break; Eve all blazing-eyes, bared teeth comes roaring back in. Dormer windblown, face-in-gloves as a smashing right to left shoulder turns her into right-side-first to ropes. Extra right hands bash down upon Nat's upperback, then Eve's bodying up, pancaking Dormer deep to ropes, pushing off, punching at her gut and hips hup-hup-hup. Dormer open-mouthed, tempest-tossed...she hangs on for ref's break, buying herself a moment's peace, then Eve's hurtling in again. Waves of Alice Eve - an onslaught of jiggling tummy, jug and thigh; smashing rights and lefts; brawny body-presses. Dormer ragdolled, just trying to cover up her head - she's completely overwhelmed, pummeled along the ropes to the corners, beaten thickly in her tummy and ribs until desperate clinches bring the ref in. Eve laughing down the stretch, treating herself to Natalie and loving it - finishing up brutal strong with a series of shoving left forearms kneading her rivals breasts. Bell: Dormer blinking back tears, looking frazzled and ass-kicked...Eve STRUTTING hands high to corner, face a-glow with supremacy through 1.

R2: Eve wading out all cocky-grins, taunting eyes: Natalie glaring with concentration, establishing position midring with quick-frisking left jab. Dormer pivoting clockwise while bobbing on the spot, turning Eve's right flank. Nat willing to trade in spots - punching hot right/lefts with Eve - but Dormer pivoting-out rather than lingering, jabbing Eve into stalking earmuff as Alice shifts-position. Eve gradually poked into compliance - following Dormer around the ring, troubled by the lithe, circular footwork and abrupt, pinpoint punching.

R3: Natalie boxing from the clockwise pivot, but Eve rushing her to ropes a minute in, shoving Dormer into position to receive a battering. Eve healthily about her her rival - reaching under Dormer's arms to ragdoll her upright; lowering-head to pump tummy right/left/right; throwing that left forearm into Dormer's tits to reset. Natalie submerged, getting thumped, but final minute: scraping left uppercut buys space; wide, whacking left across the trunks bunches Eve up "UHH-H!" Alice face-pinched, falling into Natalie's embrace: Dormer expertly twisting Eve into ropes, bodying her upright, then feeding her a brace of stout right forearms to breasts while cradling Alice's shoulders in crook of left arm. Ref issues break, but fight has changed...Eve anguished, cringing; Dormer with blonde strands sweeping across hungry eyes...she goes right at curvy blonde blonde paunch - pumping in right/left/right/left; falling in with left shoulder to stack, then tucking an extra left tuff to trunks while shielding the ref from view. EVE GOES DOWN! Low blow drops Alice groaning to all fours...Dormer smirking her crooked little grin as oblivious ref issues count...Eve saved by the bell, looking shabby as she's helped to her corner for repairs.

R4: First two minutes hotly fought - Eve baring her teeth, eager for payback - her jiggling, brawling rushes met by a stream of jabs/smooth right/lefts in tight as Dormer trades, then sidesteps. All even going into minute 3: Dormer flashes that slick left uppercut, scraping it along Eve's high guard, then doubles into a wide, slapping left hook that takes Alice heavily in her trunks. Eve bunching forward "UHH-H!" while Nat sidesteps-clockwise...Dormer smirking as her jab seeks out Alice's breasts, punishing them POPPOP...POP. Dormer elbows in/hands up, feet nimble as she works her clockwise circuit...Eve fretting, stalking cautiously, but unable to close now...Natalie jabs-jug with impunity, dropping in the odd tasty right hand to really set that a rack a-humming at bell. Dormer cutting her eyes to the side as she passes a hot-and-bothered Eve...Natalie smirking with confidence through 4.

R5: Early pressure from Alice fizzles when she can't pin Dormer to ropes...Natalie slick, supple, showing flashes of Olivia Wilde as she dips the left shoulder, pushes it into Eve's guard while pivoting counter-clockwise around her, then strapping the left hook to Eve's waist as Alice shows earmuff. Natalie left jab a constant menace - keeping Eve covered up, scoring upon Eve's breasts, setting up choosy right hands head or breasts. Dormer easy-breezy late - in control with the jab, she'll pivot clockwise to turn Alice, then fetch a hot right/left combo to paunch - really snatching at belly meat, bringing the mitts back quick to reset as Eve grunts in receipt.

R6: Early pressure from Eve: Dormer fading back, sidestepping, using the ring until Alice's tempo slows, then it's Dormer dictating midring. Eve grumpy behind her mitts, constantly encroaching in earmuff, but not getting atop her elusive foe...meanwhile Dormer's circling in either direction, using a clever left-shoulder nudge to pivot off, fitting Eve for streaming combinations off that snake's tongue jab. Dormer pasting the paunch right/left - really spanking tummy with authority. Dormer dominating Eve's jugs with the jab, then punishing them with the odd raking right...Alice distraught at these touches, momentarily on her heels when Natalie's scoring. Dormer flashing that left uppercut to scrape across Alice's guard, freezing her for the wide, limber left follow-up that cuffs tummy or trunks. Down the stretch, accumulation has Eve wobbly-butt, trudging forward into clever abuse...Dormer walks her into cute right uppercut off the back (right) leg, then doubles the right into a scooping tummy-shot and EVE GOES DOWN! Alice sobbing down to knees-and-face, cuddling throbbing guts as Dormer struts away SMIRKING.

Lot of sour expressions in the audience: Blunt sitting with arms rigidly crossed; Beckinsale frowning; Madekwe curious, calculating.

R7: Natalie circling, working behind the jab, keeping Alice covered up. Eve trudging forward but VERY reluctant to close - she's blocking shots, but offering little in response through 2 minutes. With the round locked up, Dormer's feet grows wings...she dances about the ring, feinting and changing directions, smirking at Eve's stomping pursuit as Alice tries in vain to bring battle.

R8: Better pressure from Eve early sees her batter Dormer's defences along ropes, but a minute in, clever Natalie flashes the left uppercut to guard/lashing left to trunks, bunching stricken Eve up while Dormer escapes past Alice's right flank. From there, Eve is tentative on approach, basically walking herself into Dormer's hair-trigger punches. Natalie's smirk never leaves her face: she kisses jabs/right hands off the Eve front; pivots clockwise around cuffing hooks to right ear; picks up rack or chin with those cutey-pie left uppercuts from lead (left) plant-leg. Eve put wobbly-butt at several points...curvy legs taking Dormer's power, but Alice is a confused beauty, never able to bring her beef to bear.

R9: Natalie runs - her smirk goading Alice into headlong pursuit. Eve bull-like, getting sidestepped and turned - often ending up face-first in ropes as Natalie executes nimble escape-steps. Spots of efficacy for Eve sees her bash at Dormer's shoulders or flanks, but Natalie's simply denying battle, taking no chances with her powerful foe, willing to trade points for time at this juncture.

R10: Same again - Dormer a maddening ghost, fading away from Eve, turning at the ropes, pivoting and sliding from spot to spot. How Alice wants to engage! Eve almost crying from frustration as she stomps after Nat all jugs a-jumpin' - swinging heavily at Dormer's supple chassis, but never able to pancake her to ropes for serious punishment. Dormer sacrifices another round, taunting Eve with her eyes at the bell...comes back a comfy UD10 duke, Natalie Dormer.

After: Eve touched up for another loss by a sleek, clever stylist...Natalie GLOWING in the aftermath of taking apart another important rival. "First Emily, now Alice," Dormer smirks, "as I promised. "Eve made her reputation on mediterranean beaches - her feet are calibrated for sand, not canvas...it was the easiest thing in the world to beguile her tonight, work angles on her, and paste her for points. I'm a potent force in the bantamweight division. Alice Eve won't be the only stunned, heartbroken starlet by the time I've made my mark."