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22 August 2014 Emily Ratajkowski vs Natalie Dormer

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(Writing: Rampant Fighting; Results: Lookout)

Posted by Rampant Fighting on August 22, 2014, 4:01 pm,

A debuting Emily Ratajkowski likely pushed close to the FCBA’s boundaries for acceptable behavior before being stopped late, in a visually striking affair that rarely appeared under the referee’s control. But while there will no doubt be a chorus of outrage from certain quarters, Ratajkowski turned plenty of sceptics into believers on the strength of her effort here.

The usually coquettish Dormer had been strangely earnest in her pre-fight talk of acting as a craft, and her frank dislike for women such as Emily and Olivia Munn, who came into the profession untrained and were, as she put it, ‘more interested in sexting in their trailer between scenes than in learning how to get better.’ For her part Ratajkowski laughed off the criticism as dumb. ‘Acting isn’t brain surgery. I can’t help Natalie being jealous of how well my career has been going. I don’t know, maybe she just needs to take more classes?’ But the fight had a strangely inverted dynamic, with Dormer in her white cotton underwear and waves of blonde hair looking positively angelic across the ring from Emily’s tanned and oily curves, wet black mane, black mesh bra and thong panties.

Ratajkowski’s body has the proportions of a cartoon drawing; impossibly pouty lips perched above impossibly large tits above impossibly pinched waist, and early on Dormer homed in on those first two as if she had been given a camera and asked to shoot a spread for a men’s magazine. Fans of Dormer’s signature smirk were in their element. But at the start of the fourth a Ratajkowski straight right caught Natalie getting too casual with the jab, hitting her flush on the chin. If Emily had been a more polished boxer she would have finished it then, because Dormer was well and truly buzzed, barely able to get her gloves in front of her face and her backside propped on the second rope for support. As it was, she succeeded in tying up Emily’s arms and buying herself precious time to recover. It appeared that she would get out of the round okay, until the bell rang, and instead of disengaging Emily leaned in for a kiss.

Imagine the slack-jawed expression of someone who’s just watched their pet cat ascend three feet into the air and fly laps around the living room – that was Natalie’s face after the referee pulled Emily off her. Come the next round and suddenly there were oodles of doubt in her step. By contrast, Ratajkowski’s movement was more purposeful – finally, she had a plan. Time and again, she slipped her way inside and wrapped herself around Natalie’s torso, clinging to her foe like a limpet, not so much punching as forcing Dormer to writhe to get free. She grabbed big impudent handfuls of Natalie’s ass, and when she did punch it was mostly to the back of Natalie’s head, seemingly with the aim of forcing Dormer’s face down into her cleavage. All in all it was closer to a seduction than a boxing match.

If that was bad, it got humiliating for Natalie in the sixth. Dishevelled and flustered and with her cotton vest soaked in sweat and oil from the constant contact with Emily’s body and her bottoms askew from the groping assault on her rear, she stumbled to her knees trying to escape another Ratajkowski lunge and saw it scored as a knockdown, then was legitimately hurt by a slapping left to the face. Rarely can a walk back to the stool have contained as much hip swivel as did Emily’s right then. Realistically, it couldn’t last, and it didn’t. Near the end of the seventh Dormer finally managed to create some space to operate, shoving her way out of Ratajkowski’s embrace long enough to land a sharp combination to the head that put Emily down. Things were slightly easier after that, but even then, it wasn’t until two rounds later that she was able to force a stoppage, and that only after Emily had proved surprisingly effective in the more conventional fighting.

Once showered and changed and with the win safely secured, Natalie was not surprisingly defiant, but this was not a performance to worry the Emily who most frequently occupies her thoughts, even if the finishing burst, a tremendous flurry of punches that beat Ratajkowski defenceless, was impressively energetic for so late on in the fight.

(Dormer beats Ratajkowski TKO9)