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24 January 2014 Natalie Dormer vs Emily Blunt

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Posted by simguy on January 24, 2014, 10:04 am

BEFORE: "I have a special and particular talent for hurting Emily Blunt," Natalie informs the press with a sly smirk in prefight. "I've beaten her as you know - stopped her. Dominated her. Oh, there's been plenty of sour-grape pouring in the media about phantom low-blows or other sharp practices, but what I recall is breaking her spirit with withering body shots. And so it will ever be. Emily is not without her merits, but she is mine, body and soul - whenever we share a ring together."

"In my heart, I know I'm the better woman," Emily says earnestly at podium. "Natalie knows it too. She's sees my workouts, she knows my accomplishments, and she knows she can't match either. Natalie's frightened inside - that's what drives her. There's no true greatness in her, and she fears and hates the greatness in me. She doesn't sleep well before her fights. Her emotions torture her. For all her ability, she's a small, trembling little girl inside. I've seen her tricks and they won't work this time. This time, she'll take the beating I've reserved for her, and we'll go forward with a new understanding." Dormer staring in rigid hatred at Emily as the women exchange meaningful gazes: who knew Blunt had that kind of podium-venom in her?

Natalie in forest-green bra-style bikini; small yellow gloves; blonde hair in loose curls. Emily in lavender lace bra/dark purple velour-finish panties - low rise, with a boy leg; small black gloves; tawny-blonde hair in shoulder-length tangles. Glacial stare-down between the two actually lowers arena-temperature by several degrees.

Aside: Kate Beckinsale and entourage sit prominently at ringside - former "World's Sexiest" brunette taking an active interest in Dormer/Blunt.

During R1: Women waste no time testing one another, spiraling together in counterclockwise tracks, belting each other free-swinging lefts and rights underneath - the punches bouncing hot off firm ribcages/sternums. Fighters disengage, circle, then step back in - each spitting her jab to win initiative. Down the stretch, Dormer changes tack, sliding back in-stance, dragging lead (left) foot, walking Emily into a stiff check jab, the thumb of which manages to poke Em's right eye. Blunt startled, stooping forward in earmuff: Natalie shifts weight forward, dips the left shoulder to lap a licking left against Emily's trunks-front; dips right shoulder to pound a legal right hand to the line of Emily's trunks, neatly disguising the foul. Blunt groaning, stricken as she bunches up at bell: Dormer able to dig an insurance left hook in behind Em's right elbow before ref can jump in.

R2: Emily wincing, grumpy, right eye weeping: Natalie takes charge. More jabs for Emily - Dormer pivoting lithely clockwise - right hand up/palm out as she's lancing her left at Emily's blinking right eye. Blunt defensive, closing-stance to point her left shoulder at Dormer; rolling-poke with her shoulder; keeping hands up. Nat able to land sweeping roundhouse rights to Emily's back and left flank as a result - Dormer smirking cruelly at the flat smack of small mitt on Emily's toned flesh. Bell: Natalie making dancing eye-contact with the shutout; Blunt looking wounded, vexed through 2.

R3: Blunt recovers composure, ups tempo, takes the fight to Natalie's doorstep. Em stepping in stiff jabs body-head, driving Dormer backwards. Bobbing feints set up sudden right crosses - kissing across Dormer's mouth, spooking her into retreat. Pressure pins Dormer to ring-aprons where she hops to her right, trying to flank her foe, but Emily jabs-body stiff, shunting Nat to ropes for clean up. Methodical battering dished out all along the ropes - Emily tracking Nat with a high-elbow aspect, cuffing punches off scalp and guard as Dormer shows earmuff. Slap chop rights to ear; right uppercuts between the mitts punish Dormer as she's sliding to her right...Natalie visibly wilting under the constant beat of Emily's mitts. Down the stretch, ragged Dormer mouthbreathing, showing don't-hurt-me eyes: Blunt steps into a vicious right to body, carrying it deep into the Dormer breadbasket; hooks the right hip as Natalie sits crippled on bottom-rope. Bell sounds as Emily's stooping to lick an underhand right against her stricken foe: Blunt stopping the punch behind her hip as Dormer glares up, eyes shining with tears of hate. Ems strutting angry-butt to her corner all Girl-Without-Pity: Judges give Emily 10-8 without the knockdown, knotting the fight through 3.

R4: Natalie bearing her teeth, engaging Emily midring: Dormer willing to step in and trade. Both women spitting the jab for position, then getting legs and backs into belting body shots - rights and lefts rising up into offending torsos. From there breasts are hooked; chins are checked via hot-crossing right hands...withering, dangerous exchanges as the girls step in and out. Down the stretch, Dormer won't be denied: she steps close, keeping her elbows close to body as she whirls lefts and rights chest and head on Emily. Too much volume for Blunt - she's sent sputtering back on her heels, well-spanked by Natalie at bell. Dormer's chest heaving, damp curls across her left eye: she's baring her heart and soul tonight to get Emily beat.

R5: Natalie elevated last round; Emily answers. Blunt stiff-jabbing to prep, stabbing body/head. Hot-crossing right hands spook Natalie, forcing her into hurried earmuff fronts. Weight on lead (left) leg, Emily lashes hooks in behind Dormer's right elbow - Blunt popping hips-right, arching her back to sink 'em in deep. Dormer sputtering, stooping forward behind her mitts: Em scuffs the left uppercut across the guard; wedges a short right uppercut to Natalie's breasts; digs a left uppercut to Natalie's ribs. Dormer in stupor, baby-stepping forward into punishment: Blunt walking her girl in, beating her, turning her with a little side-step counterclockwise and placing fresh touches. Natalie shows heart by not going down, but it's a withering bell to bell beating that takes it's toll: Dormer open-mouthed, blinking back tears at bell; Emily cold-hearted, forcing bruising eye-contact.

R6: Emily pours it to Natalie: Dormer unravels. Natalie not punching; holding her hands at temples; absorbing beatings, then stumble-bumming along ropes to the next corner in line. Emily walking Dormer down - tip-tapping the jab to measure, then punishing Natalie a steady beat of lefts and rights. Uppercuts to body numb Dormer's legs; hooks and uppercuts up top buffett Dormer's guard, breaking it down, landing against Nat's face. Midway through it's too much - Emily just working Natalie over at ropes - Blunt's arms shivering as swinging body shots bounce off Dormer's forward-drooping torso and NATALIE TAKES A KNEE! Nat grimacing as "how-could-you" tears form...she's a cringing vixen getting to her feet for 8. Blunt pacing neutral corner - eyes hard with Natalie-hate...she's back on Dormer ASAP, lashing her methodical along ropes. Down the stretch, a bitter left hook digs in deep behind Natalie's right elbow, buckling her knees...Dormer tries to fight it off, but can't, easing herself in tears to all fours as Blunt steps back. Emily seething, snarling in triumph: how she's wanted to see Natalie hurting like this!

R7: Grim pursuit and punishment of Dormer as she stumbles corner to corner, hands up, absorbing, banging back in spots. Emily willing to be hit now in exchange for maintaining constant pressure. Blunt's tummy and ribs all tight and ripped, backside ringing as she's getting off in tic-tac-toe rhythm. Dormer occasionally falling back into ropes and sliding along them as though going down: Emily dropping her hands to her sides and walking briskly to catch up in these moments - Blunt very much the bully now. Bell: Dormer swaying on the spot, nose bloodied, face puffy - ref steps in because Emily's glaring eyes, flaring nostrils aren't to be trusted.

R8: Emily pouring it to Natalie, beating her terribly along ring aprons. Blunt upbeat, energetic, working - she's tripling up hooks to Dormer's body; dropping in spicy right hands up top; hooking the guard apart; slamming home right hands breasts or face before Dormer can recover. Give Natalie credit though: curvy legs hold her up even as she's stumbling from position to position; Nat punching back - digging her right uppercut to Emily's midsection; hooking-with up top. Dormer refusing to lay down, but there's no question Emily's just pushing her downhill through 8.

R9: Natalie wilting under Emily's opening barrage...Dormer tumbles to her right, sprawling on ropes, trailing her left hand on top strand to keep from going down. Blunt hops in to finish as Dormer firms: women exchange chopping right hands short to jaw and EMILY GETS ROCKED! Blunt tilting right-shoulder-first into ropes, eyes suddenly staring. Dormer out on HER feet, but squaring up, instinctively screening the ref with her back while hooking Emily sweetly to trunks! POOR EMILY BLUNT! Em sobbing out, pitching forward into Dormer's arms: Natalie bodies Emily into ropes; pumps the trunks hup-hup-hup left/rights, then finishes up a short left hook to chin, swiveling Blunt's head. Emily swooning, lashes batting, trying to drape her arms around Natalie's shoulders, but Dormer's pushing her off, pumping the tummy/trunks, then coming back up top hot. Blunt ragdoll, tilting this way and that as punches land, arms groping to push at Dormer, but it's all Natalie POURING at Emily and THE REF STEPS IN! Good lord - TKO9 in come from behind fashion - Natalie Dormer!

AFter: Emily blubbering groggy protests as she's cradled to safety. Dormer staggers away, breaking down as emotions over-take her...she survives a sustained onslaught tonight, stealing the fight from Emily's clutches in a savage brawl that leaves both women diminished.

After ref lifts Natalie's arm, and Emily's limping in a shellshocked daze back to her corner - Dormer follows her, taking Em by the left elbow, turning her around. Blunt initially confused, then clarity sets in. "Don't" she whispers.

"I'm small though, remember?" Natalie says, leaning in close over Emily's right shoulder as she speaks.

Emily: "Don't do something we can't come back from."

Dormer pauses, moving her head to stare into Emily's glassy eyes. Blunt's making good sense - Natalie can see that. Things are bitter enough between them. Makes sense to have one shred of decency between them - some tiny patch of neutral territoy - someplace they can go, when they need to back down from the brink in future.

Natalie takes proud Emily for a walk of shame anyway. Dormer tugging and positioning with a tight-lipped, grim determination, showing her trophy in all four corners; making a special presentation in front of a sour-faced Beckinsale. It's Cortes burning his ships so his men can't flee Aztec shores: there's no going back for Natalie and Emily now.