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18 April 2014 Piper Perabo vs Natalie Dormer

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Posted by simguy on April 18, 2014, 1:26 pm

BEFORE: Lots of aggressive chesting-up in prefight - Natalie smirking in Piper's face, keeping Perabo at a low boil throughout proceedings. "I feel as though I'm fighting two women in Piper Perabo," Dormer smiles at podium. "Piper and her fat caboose! I've seen junky trunks in the ring before, but Perabo really does push the boundaries of acceptability. I might suggest 'road work' to her handlers - a time-honoured boxing tradition that all serious fighters observe. Still, this is Piper Caboose vs Natalie Dormer after all...chances are ANY conditioning program spent on Perabo would be a wasted effort, considering the skills-gap."

"She gets under your skin and festers there," Piper admits at podium. "She knows damn well I run, I train hard - everyone knows I'm one of the hardest working girls in boxing. Natalie though...she finds something on you - some sensitivity - and she just digs in, picking at it and picking at it...I honestly don't know how Rampant stands her toxicity. I know how I'M gonna deal with it though. Knocking her cold is going to the best feeling of my career!"

Piper in white bikini top/navy bottoms; small white gloves; curly blonde hair in frisky pony with long bangs draping cheeks. Natalie in forest-green bikini; small black gloves; blonde hair in loose curls.

Natalie a right little brat walking to the ring to Sir Mix-a-lot's "I Like Big Butts"...grinding on Piper's last nerve. During stare-down, you can see it: Dormer gazing into Perabo's eyes, smirking smugly at her...Piper smouldering, lips pressed tight - already fighting to control her emotions.

During R1: Piper bob-and-jabbing on approach, negotiating distance. Natalie in loose configuration - right near her chest, left at her hip...she's hopping to her right, pivoting to her left, giving Piper angles. Natalie's timing Piper's approach, clouting her a pre-emptive lead right to face; hook-and-pivoting left, that left fist digging at jug to turn Piper midring. Sometimes Natalie just slides back, walks Piper in, then fits a short left shovel-punch deep to paunch, tying up before Perabo can answer. Bell: Natalie demure, eyes dancing...she's got Piper on a string through 1.

R2: Same approach from Piper P: bobbing head; stubby jabs; scooting footwork to get her close. Nattie D sidestepping, chipping away from angles, but getting hit thicker about the middle now - Piper getting into British waist via wide left hooks/straight right hands. Down the stretch, series of knocking jabs to pate drives Dormer ropeside: she covers up earmuff, stoops forward as Perabo steps-to. Nice thumping clean up for Piper - right hand at cheek as she crowds close, pops hips-right and really rips hooks in behind Natalie's right elbow for points.

R3: Same again - good tempo - Piper applying constant pressure with her legs; Natalie sidestepping, fitting Piper for left uppercuts chin or tits, dropping in the odd tasty right cross. Perabo taking Natalie's pop in stride, gradually forcing Dormer to ring aprons, then bodying her to ropes...final minute a tummy-to-tummy struggle won by Piper as she pins Natalie down, crams her tummy full of right hands to bell. Dormer disgruntled, offering the ref suggestions on how to improve his performance.

R4: Natalie jabbing-with, pivoting clockwise around a planted left heel...Dormer looking for turning-battle midring. Minute mark, Dormer with a GORGEOUS left uppercut as she's pivoting-left, picking Perabo up to chin, leaving her swaying out over her feet! Natalie's eyes lights up at the sight of Piper's distress: Dormer quick-pouncing in a chopping right hand to Piper's right ear, then kissing an extra left uppercut off that right cheek. Perabo wobbly-butt, stumble-bumming around to face up to Natalie: Dormer openly grinning, dipping her left shoulder, shrugging home a hurtful left uppercut to Perabo's jugs. Pate to pate, Piper hurting - Natalie crowds in close, rolling her shoulders, lapping her mitts at Perabo's tummy until Piper pitches forward to clinch. Ref's break frees Natalie: she circles to her right, eyes bright - back-handing left jabs to Piper's forehead as Perabo's trying to encroach. Swinging left hook from Piper's crouch claps at Natalie's chin, spooking her backwards...Piper hurt but dangerous enough that Dormer keeps her distance, uses her legs to run the clock.

R5: Natalie sidestepping early, looking to clip Piper from angles: Perabo applying increasing pressure, getting on Dormer, jabbing and bumping her to ropes. Minute mark on it's Natalie under siege: British girl dukes-up, elbows on, exhaling through pursed lips as Piper revs it up. Perabo a little blonde bully in the pocket - bumping her head into Natalie's guard, bumping the left shoulder/extended left elbow into Nat's body to keep her stabilized. Then the hooks - OH, the hooks - Piper just popping hips-right and reefing left hands to Natalie's right hip/flank, digging in deep behind Dormer's right elbow, or just bashing the bicep. Natalie grimacing, hunching forward to push Piper off by her face or shoulders, but Perabo won't budge, staying on that body like a champ. Natalie cringing down the stretch, reaching under Piper's arms and tying her up: Perabo writhing in the grasp, shimmying free of Natalie's clutches, then banging away to glory downstairs. Bell: seething eye contact Piper to Natalie; Dormer with frazzled blonde curls in her eyes, lips parted, hugging battered ribs as ref steps in.

During the break, Rampant cornermen apply ice to Natalie's right side and arm: Dormer's eyes narrowed in pain as she stoically stares into space throughout.

R6: Piper pours up the middle like water through a dam-break: Natalie swept to ropes by curvy blonde flood. Oh the bumping, the bullying, the hooking of the ribs, the bodying-up. Perabo just all OVER Nattie D - reaching under Dormer's arms, driving her deep to ropes, shrugging her off, then beating her ragdoll. Dormer wretched, legs paralyzed...she's cringing forward in earmuff, trying to keep her guard together, but pulverizing hooks to flank shake her up, allowing Piper to reach in, get chest to chest and stack Nat upright all over again. Perabo's curvy legs stamping, powerful backside shuddering side to side with the effort of managing Dormer - it's Piper at her thumping best. Natalie breaking down, cringing in receipt, sniveling...she takes a knee at the end of two minutes, hurting and trembling. Dormer up for her 8, trying to leg away to her right, but Piper scoots in, shoots the waist, tackles Nat to ropes and piles on. Perabo thick and strong to bell, bumpin' and sluggin' until ref pulls her off from behind. Camera lingers on a stone-faced Emily Blunt who's trying hard not to show either the delight or concern she's currently experiencing. Finally Blunt offers a curt "Come on then, Natalie," at normal speaking-volume. "There's a girl."

R7: Natalie: baleful-eyed; curls loose across her nose, cheek; expression all determined-girl off her stool. Dormer butting shoulders with Piper midring, then digging left uppercuts to body, trimming Perabo to sternum/tits. Piper knows Natalie's looking for respect and breathing room: offers her neither. Perabo smashing short, hacking right hands in above Natalie's left hip; trading left hooks/uppercuts to midsection tits, and gradually, painfully, Dormer gets eased into retreat. Takes two minutes of shoulder to shoulder slugging for Piper to put Natalie's butt in ropes, but once there: Dormer covers up, sitting in cables as Piper gets strong. Perabo pouring it on - leaning in close on left plant-leg, using the right hand to push at Natalie's head or shoulders while reefing home hooks to flank. Bell: Piper pushes off all cute-and-big, puffing hair out of her eyes; Natalie groaning, miserable, taking it hard to the body from Piper through 7.

R8: Natalie jabbing Piper on the way in; sliding the left hand over Piper's right shoulder, dragging her close; fitting the scooping right to Perabo's trunks while folding her into clinch. Ref slapping shoulders to break - completely oblivious to Briton's clever machinations: Dormer able to take initiative as Perabo's grimacing. Girls coming together - Natalie managing the approach with her jab, then scooping right hands to tummy, tying up thereafter. Piper ensnared in headlocks, tied up around her elbows, walked around in the clinch until ref frees her: Dormer imposing will with sweaty punch-n'-clutch, executing to perfection. Boos from the crowd making ref suspicious...he knows Natalie's taking frequently liberties with that low-slung right hand, but can't seem to catch her in the act. Bell: Perabo shopworn, disheveled en-route to her corner; Natalie worn down, but firming.

R9: No nonsense from Piper P: she scoots close, reaching under Natalie's arms midring, then it's all legs straining, buttocks shuddering as Perabo muscles Dormer to ropes. Natalie grunting with effort, trying to toss Piper to one side and get out from under, but Perabo won't have it: Piper with right leg well back, pushing off that foot with all her strength, bunching up the buttock with effort. From there, it's a matter of processing Natalie - compressing her, beating her tummy and ribs, working her tits. Dormer getting ragdolled, crying out after any especially thick lick...she's desperately trying to push Piper off by her face, but it's not working. Perabo SO stubborn - just pushing her way past Natalie's writhing, shoving the girl down, beating her in earnest. It's all too much...Natalie's head lolling, eye lashes fluttering...she's just deadweight being stacked and propped, then clobbered with mercy. OH a hard, drifting right cross to chin loosens Natalie terribly, sagging her helpless against ropes. She's sitting rump-on-rope, propped up by Piper's left hand in the chest, facing stupidly into plowing right hands until the REF STEPS IN! Natalie cradled to safety, drifting into KO'd slumber with cheek on ref's chest. TKO9 Piper P.

AFTER: Usually gracious Perabo lingers at the ref's back, still seething with Natalie hate - Piper trying to get a good long look at Dormer being docile. Eventually Perabo stalks off to her corner for hugs and back-slaps. "I just wanted to end her career," Piper says furiously, eyes blazing. "I've never felt that way before, but I'm not apologizing for it. I kept stacking her up because I didn't want her quitting - I didn't want her getting off cheap. I had something to give her, and I wanted her to get every last bit of it - everything she had coming. You know, I hope I beat some respect into Natalie Dormer, because girls are sick of her attitude. A lot of people are super-happy tonight - even girls I don't normally hear from were telling me to kick her ass!"