WEEKEND PPV

Posted by simguy on October 4, 2013, 9:19 am

BEFORE: "I think Natalie's surprised a lot of people over here," Olivia admits in prefight. "Usually when British girls come over for the first time, they're carrying an extra inch or two of chub, but Nat and Emily both are in the kind of condition you'd expect from top competitors. It's always fun to test out exciting new prospects - I'm looking forward to Dormer's game!"

"Olivia hasn't been dominated in the ring in some time," Natalie assesses at podium. "I'm going to change that. I am not an 'exciting new prospect': I'm an elite level fighter who is more than capable of handling Olivia-Wilde competition. Should Emily - somehow - defeat Kate, it will be incumbent upon me to beat a woman of the same or superior calibre. Olivia keeps me on pace as it were, which is all I require from her."

Natalie in soft blonde Elementary curls; midnight blue bikini in satin finish; small powder blue gloves. Olivia in electric blue Turistas bikini with a bit of hip on the bottoms; small black gloves; devil-may-care ponytail with messy-curly bangs framing face.

During R1: Counterclockwise rotation - Olivia with left at her hip/right under her chin/left shoulder pointed at Natalie. Dormer dukes up, crouching as she steps around, doubling up the jab, bobbing her head. Olivia on her toes, spitting quick up-jabs from straight, springy legs - looking to jot a swift right onto Natalie's chin. Dormer jabbing to set up a tuff, swinging right to Olivia's left hip/flank - small glove chopping at Wilde's middle early. Midway through, Wilde with a series of nimble jabs/crosses/hooks scores in quick succession, driving Natalie to ropes...Wilde about to hop in a hook to tummy when Dormer laps her mitts right/left off Olivia's trunks, pitching Wilde forward into Natalie's arms for ref's break. Upon resumption - Dormer able to resume offensive operations...tactical low blow just meant to halt Olivia's momentum. Down the stretch - girls doing a lot of posing, staring, bobbing-on-the-spot...Nat feints, drives through on a sneaky lead right hand to chin, startling Olivia, sending her staggering into ropes at bell.

R2: Same cagey, classy stuff - girls rotating clockwise this time; both adopting a closed stance, right hands under chins, left hands at hips. Hot-n'-spicy up-jabbing as girls circle smartly on their toes - both women using a calm right hand to parry incoming poke. Both doubling up jabs to ferret out tummy; both slicing in sneaky, compact right hands, or palm-down hooks off the jab. Wilde making some headway, but just as Natalie appears to be unraveling: snik-snak low-blow bunches Olivia up "OH!" allowing Nat to tie up for ref's break. Down the stretch, determined rights and lefts to the body have Olivia grimacing...she retreats to ropes, left across her gut, right just inside left shoulder - Wilde tipping and twisting her body to slip Nat's punching. Blonde girl all business, squaring on Wilde - pushing the left hand onto Olivia's face to nudge her back, then feeding her a cracking right roundhouse just behind left elbow. Olivia gasping, folding forward to clinch: Natalie able to scrub a tightly-clipping right/left to jug just at bell.

R3: Girls circling counter-clockwise, just getting oriented, when Natalie gambles on a lunging lead right hand to chin, catching Olivia before she's ready, scrambling her on the spot. Wilde startled, forming earmuff: Natalie eases in close on front (left) leg, popping hips-right, and smirking confidently as she parks the hook deep to Wilde's trunks. Sob of pain, Olivia Wilde...she's cringing forward, still in earmuff, giving up her flanks and back to Natalie's belting mercies. Thudding abuse across kidneys brings the ref in hot - but Natalie seething, eyes blazing...she quickly disengages from the warning, gets back after her prey. Olivia circling to her right in retreat...she's wounded, eyes betraying her hurt...Natalie's walking her down, grimly going at body when Wilde backs into ropes. Good shove and slug administered by Natalie - she's pushing Olivia's shoulders to set, then leaning in close, fitting the right hand in snug behind left elbow; digging hooks to belly; nudging jug with a bully's left elbow. Wilde breaking down, showing earmuff, trusting curvy legs to ride this out, but late the round: Nat shifts to her right, hooks belly from the angle off Olivia's left hip; chops a hateful right hand down atop Olivia's lower back; hooks again with a wider arm-action, taking Wilde heavily to trunks. DOWN GOES WILDE! Olivia sobbing on all fours - she's hurt, in shock as Natalie struts past from behind, gazing down all smug at her accomplishment.

R4: Olivia frazzled, shopworn - Natalie quickly at her with that gambling lead right poke to chin; raking hooks as Wilde backpedals. Olivia attempting her billiard-ball bounce off the ropes, but Natalie captures her brunette, bodying her back down...blonde girl securing Wilde's right bicep in a clutching left hand while drifting-righty across the chops in close. Ref's break...Olivia staring glassily, stepping flat-footed...hard-eyed Natalie stalks her prey along ring apron. Dormer opening up as Wilde weaves-torso low, side to side: Natalie tracking with the jab; slinging a loose right hand across to skull; trying a limber left uppercut - very relaxed, rangy delivery, punching Olivia's moving head. Wilde goes wobbly butt as Natalie's accuracy proves decisive...Olivia sliding to her right along ropes, gets caught a lunging lead right hand to chin! Wilde's mouthpiece violently ejected off her teeth...she spills into ropes, head lolling, hands dropping and NATALIE UNLEASHES! Torrential downpour of blonde punches - Dormer baring her fangs, letting hands go in tight, scrubbing criss-cross patterns, shredding poor Wilde on the spot. Olivia's strong legs prop her up, but what a pasting! Ref lets it go for several long seconds, but a series of hard punches back and forth across the face brings him in. TKO4 in upset fashion, Natalie Dormer.

After: Stunning upset suggests that North American fighters still haven't grasped that Dormer's a win-at-all-costs import who will do whatever it takes...Wilde easily the best win on Natalie's already impressive resume. "A splendid trouncing," Natalie smirks in postfight, eyes dancing. "High quality performances against high quality competition is what makes champions. I controlled every aspect of the fighting against Olivia - outfought her when we fought; outboxed her when we boxed; overpowered her when it came to weight of shot. Her 'name' meant nothing to me once the bell rang: I took from her as I would from the cheapest extra at central casting. I simply refused to believe in the Olivia Wilde mystique!"