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24 January 2014 Meghan Markle vs Margot  Robbie

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Posted by simguy on January 24, 2014, 10:01 am

 

BEFORE: "I plan to dictate to Margot in this fight," Meghan says in frosty prefight. "I'll jump on her, hurt her early, finish her. She won't be able to breathe, and when girls can't breathe, they panic."

Robbie shrugging off the threats - beautiful blonde growing in confidence following the buzz for Wolf of Wallstreet: Margot starting to show a little movie-star swagger these days. "Meghan fights - and talks - too big for her own good," Robbie chides at podium. "She has the slender lines of a boxer, but she elects to close and scrub - to her detriment I might add. I'm the bigger puncher, the stronger-bodied woman. My legs won't buckle at her best; hers will fold when I land mine. She simply cannot stand and trade with me - I won't allow it. She can plan all she wants: pretty tough to execute when you're asleep on your back!"

Meghan in white cashmere crochet bikini; white gloves; long black hair in loose tangles. Margot in fun retro royal blue bra-style bikini; white gloves, shoulder length blonde hair in haphazard tangles.

During R1: Meghan hops in frisky - batting out left jabs en-route. Margot forms rigid high earmuff, elbows away from her body, blocking poke as she retreats in good order to ring apron. Meghan graduates to lathering body-scrub - revving up the volume to spank lefts and rights against Margot in the horizontal plane, hands thumbside-up on delivery. Meghan: teeth bared, eyes blazing. Robbie: calm, but buffetted, keeping her dukes up as Meghan's mitts spank-and-bounce off luscious blonde targets. Markle's mitts really cleaning up Robbie's ribcage - biting into lats, bouncing off as Meghan's following through. The odd curling hook or right hand gets into Margot's jugs either up the middle or round the side...blonde girl sputtering in receipt, retreating on a line along the ropes, her left flank to the audience as she backs into corners under assault. Down the stretch, Meghan mixes in jarring right uppercuts, splitting Robbie's mitts, picking up her chin. BLONDE GIRL STARTLED! Margot a little shellshocked, paralyzed in the final moments...Markle able to belt away to glory, pounding body/picking up chin to bell. Markle stomping all angry-butt to her corner, dark eyes ferocious after another trademark quick start. Robbie taking the punishment well, but a little wide-eyed...she's tingling all over from Markle's work, walking back to corner hands-on-hips, taking a few deep breaths to center herself.

R2: Robbie out in high earmuff again, but determined to trade: leads to spicy engagements as Meghan's still in whirling-mitts mode. Buffetting lefts and rights spank against tanned blonde shoulders/firm blonde flanks...Robbie sturdy in the pocket, sponging it up. Margot timing her brunette, then catching her muscular little left uppercut counters from the high guard; dropping the right from blonde temple to chop at brunette jugs - Margot always quick to bring her mitts back to guard. Thudding Robbie power compensated for by Markle's lathering volume - lithe brunette just lathering away, following blonde girl as Margot stumbles about in random patterns. Late the round - looks like Markle's got the points locked up when Robbie dips in close to carry an evil right uppercut deep to Meghan's breadbasket. Brunette bunches forward "UH-H!", stops punching: Robbie takes over. Margot hooking Meghan with a high-elbow delivery, batting Markle upside the head into ropes: Meghan forming high-earmuff as she's thrown onto the defensive. Final seconds see a very methodical Margot tip-tap-tip light lefts and rights straight at the Markle front, then CHUP! Margot leans in to bury the left hook behind Meghan's right elbow. Markle sobbing out, knees buckling: Margot able to straighten up into a series of jerking left uppercuts in close, picking up Meghan's breasts, leaving her awe-struck at the bell.

R3: Markle pouting, hurt, but trying to maintain the initiative...she's hopping to midring, pushing out the thumbside-up jab bip-bip-bap, then fitting Margot for a biting right to lats/curling hook to tits. Margot sponging up Meghan's spank in earmuff, waiting her turn, then neatly taking Markle to chin via the short left uppercut. Brunette's knees give way - her eyes suddenly moist with how-could-you tears...Markle sputters backwards to ropes, forming desperation earmuff. Robbie steps in strong, plenty of time on the clock: methodical blonde girl goes about the systematic task of reducing her brunette. Jolting left uppercuts pick Meghan's face up off her gloves, sending tremors down trim legs. Thudding, heartfelt rights take Megs in her ribs or tummy - Margot getting in there with a roundhouse delivery, then recovering with a stubby-jab up top to suppress counters. Meghan stumbling along ropes, trying to shake the pursuit: Margot calmly walking her brunette down, staying in front of her, punishing her. Final minute - left uppercut between the mitts ROCKS Meghan, draping her spellbound and blinking against ropes. Markle's hands drop to her chest as she sways on the spot: Robbie turns a perfect, tight left hook across the chin, snapping Meghan's head violently to-and-fro, cutting power to Meghan's legs. Markle ragdolling forward, crumbling in stages onto her face: light's out Meghan Markle as Robbie struts away the KO3 victrix.

After: Crunching display of dominant sock tonight by Margot - gorgeous blonde overcomes a furious start by her equally lovely brunette counterpart to break Markle's heart in three. "We knew she couldn't punch with us," Robbie shrugs in postfight, conveying amazement that Meghan even tried, "I'm just too curvy! She kind of outworked me early, but when I realized I wasn't badly hurt - really I was just kind of tingling and stung a bit by her power - I knew I could go over to the offensive sooner rather than later. 2014's a fresh new start for Margot Robbie, guys. I'm hungry for gold now, I know I can beat every single big-bantam who's out there, and I say line 'em up and let me at 'em!"

 

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