Post by caspian on Aug 12, 2017 7:10:32 GMT -6
2. Marisa Miller vs Candice Swanepoel
(Words: Cas, Results: Lookout!)
Marisa:
(39, 5’8, 7:12:2 FCBA, Free Agent)
VS.
Candice:
(29, 5’10, 15:29:1 FCBA, Foxfire Boxing)
BEFORE:
Battle of veterans never looked so sexy: Marisa in tight bikini, as pearly white as her teeth. She emerges from behind the velvet curtains, her toned body on full display, ready to rumble.
“We’ve brawled before, Candice and I. And though it was a long time ago, might I remind you that I f*cking whupped her ass..,” Marisa confidently processing to reporters. “Luck the draw that I get to knock those teeth out a second time.”
Well, Candice deserves a response and she can't wait, emerging out from between those curtains in a baby blue bikini and does a little dance routine that drives the crowd wild. Victoria’s Secret merchandise on full display here folks - don't forget to check out our pop-up store around next to the bar to purchase some of these fabulous ‘outfits’ for yourself.
Candice finally reaches the apron where a microphone is already waiting for her. “This message is for you, Miller: you beat me once - it’s not going to happen again.” She pauses as she eyes Miller, already warming up in the middle of the ring. “But my next message is for everyone else: we may be getting on our age, but don't you dare underestimate us. There's a reason we’re still walking the catwalk, whilst looking mightily sexy doing so!” Candice ends off with a wink for the crowds, before ascending the apron and into the ring.
Referee checks that their ‘equipment’ is in order, blushes when he has to inspect the rest of the girls’ ‘regulation goods’. “Take a picture, why don’t ya?” Marisa snarls as she catches him ogling her chest. Referee shakes his head vigorously before waving his arms to start the match without further embarrassment. Here we go with ten rounds and the second match of the evening!
Round 1:
What’s this? Marisa shaking her booty at the opening bell, in open taunt for Candice to ‘Bring it!’ The crowd loving the little shimmy of her hips, cheering wildly especially at the furious look on Candice’s face as the taunt seems to do its magic. Because here comes Candice, looking to put Miller down and finally gain her revenge… one two punch aimed at her head has little effect as the big blonde simply blocks them with her guard, fires back with a jab or two that land squarely on Candice’s nose. Candice goes uggh uugh as her head snaps back in pain, before subsequent blows are absorbed by her raised forearms. Miller continuing the taunting, smiling sweetly and shouting, “That all you got?” before her face is buried inwards by Swanepoel’s fast right hand as she steps in mid-sentence and POWERS home a message to Marisa that she won’t be underestimated this time. Crowd of course loving the exchange - both girls may be getting on in their age but hell if their punches are looking any less painful. Both ladies continue to goad the other into advancing a few steps, then rapid exchange punches, some landing and others not. Round ends with Marisa in slight lead but both girls claiming victory with a raise of their fists to the fans.. One thing’s for sure - we’re off to an explosive start in just the first round!
Round 2:
Candice showing some measured strategy in opening minute, coming on but not rushing out of corner. Marisa still going with the taunting, hoping to lure the South African girl into making another mistake of her career. But hell, Candice’s grown much since their last encounter all those years ago, going from strength to strength, whereas some people might say that Marisa’s luck just hasn’t been the same. Candice shows off what’s she learnt at Foxfire all these years with some targeted punches on the guard to keep her guessing, then going to work on tummy and even chest, long jabs just splattering, impacting the extent of her body all over. Smirk long gone from Miller’s face by the last minute looking more and more concerned as the blows just keep on landing as she struggles to protect everywhere at once. Punches to her jugs hurting especially as much - Marisa lets out an outraged squeal each time it happens. The American beauty of course fighting back the best she can, but when her mind games stop working on Candice, her offense seems to go out the window too, lacking the precision that Candice is just employing to great effect. It’s a big round for one of these girls, and no guesses who it is, as one can imagine, with Miller bruised and reddened and hunched over slightly when the bell rings.
Round 3:
Marisa facing possible contemplation that perhaps she *doesn’t* have this fight totally in the bag, plays cautious in the opening seconds and hangs back yet again. Perhaps not best strategy to give up the battlefield, in this pundit’s opinion. Gone is that cocky, lavish smile as Candice barrels straight towards her, fire in her eyes and smelling fear on her opponent’s, and continues to hound Miller about the ring with combination after combination. Miller trying to counter the jab flurries with some big hooks but Candice alert enough to simply bob and weave backwards and out of the way - the punches don’t give her any trouble. Instead, the Foxfire star content with countering her countering, snaps a left right underhook into either side of blonde tummy, before another right hook WHIPS Miller’s face to the side. Good gosh, Marisa walked right into that one! She’s groggy, shaky legs staying upright as she’s pushed into the corner by more blows that impact. On comes Candice, little mercy being shown, continues to batter the blonde’s flanks with cruel leather: left right left right uppercuts land on Marisa’s mid-section. Marisa tries to cover herself up top but her guard’s being methodically broken down by Candice’s determined power blows. Finally, with Marisa swaying with the punches, Swanepoel realizes it’s now or never - flashes BIG uppercut right under Marisa’s forearms - it SMASHES into base of her jawline, knocking Marisa senseless! Back slouches into turnbuckle as though her strings are cut and her legs simply give way! Miller slides down the hard corner and just like that - it’s freakin’ over! Miller not getting up from that one as the referee counts her out to ten!
Official Decision: Candice Swanepoel defeats Marisa Miller via KO3!
AFTER:
SPECTACULAR performance from Candice Swanepoel tonight as she avenges her loss against this hated rival. Miller still pooled in corner, arms and legs sprawled to either side of her body. Candice wastes no time celebrating, choosing instead to gloat and ‘rub it in’ to her fallen victim - she stands confidently above the fallen Marisa Miller, both hands on her hips, smiling smugly down.
“What a wonderful fight, Marisa…” she quips. “Too bad you’re the one on the floor tonight, b*tch.” Marisa’s face a maelstrom of defiance, her mouth works to spit a reply, but not before Candice lurches her legs forward, thrusting her knee cap straight into Marisa’s nose and cheek, both hands locking on to her blonde hair for better leverage.
Marisa groans out loud as another knee and another knee lands square on her lips, then cheek, her arms meekly flailing at the back of Candice’s thighs, trying to dislodge her assailant but only leaving red claw marks down her supple skin. Candice finally content with the abuse, leans in close and pins Marisa against the hard turnbuckle with an extended knee. Tonight, it’s, her turn to hiss and taunts. Later, with Miller effectively knocked out and sprawled out on the ground, Candice finally resumes her victory dance around the ring, confidence radiating at the prospect of facing some other hated rival in the next round.
(Words: Cas, Results: Lookout!)
Marisa:
(39, 5’8, 7:12:2 FCBA, Free Agent)
VS.
Candice:
(29, 5’10, 15:29:1 FCBA, Foxfire Boxing)
BEFORE:
Battle of veterans never looked so sexy: Marisa in tight bikini, as pearly white as her teeth. She emerges from behind the velvet curtains, her toned body on full display, ready to rumble.
“We’ve brawled before, Candice and I. And though it was a long time ago, might I remind you that I f*cking whupped her ass..,” Marisa confidently processing to reporters. “Luck the draw that I get to knock those teeth out a second time.”
Well, Candice deserves a response and she can't wait, emerging out from between those curtains in a baby blue bikini and does a little dance routine that drives the crowd wild. Victoria’s Secret merchandise on full display here folks - don't forget to check out our pop-up store around next to the bar to purchase some of these fabulous ‘outfits’ for yourself.
Candice finally reaches the apron where a microphone is already waiting for her. “This message is for you, Miller: you beat me once - it’s not going to happen again.” She pauses as she eyes Miller, already warming up in the middle of the ring. “But my next message is for everyone else: we may be getting on our age, but don't you dare underestimate us. There's a reason we’re still walking the catwalk, whilst looking mightily sexy doing so!” Candice ends off with a wink for the crowds, before ascending the apron and into the ring.
Referee checks that their ‘equipment’ is in order, blushes when he has to inspect the rest of the girls’ ‘regulation goods’. “Take a picture, why don’t ya?” Marisa snarls as she catches him ogling her chest. Referee shakes his head vigorously before waving his arms to start the match without further embarrassment. Here we go with ten rounds and the second match of the evening!
Round 1:
What’s this? Marisa shaking her booty at the opening bell, in open taunt for Candice to ‘Bring it!’ The crowd loving the little shimmy of her hips, cheering wildly especially at the furious look on Candice’s face as the taunt seems to do its magic. Because here comes Candice, looking to put Miller down and finally gain her revenge… one two punch aimed at her head has little effect as the big blonde simply blocks them with her guard, fires back with a jab or two that land squarely on Candice’s nose. Candice goes uggh uugh as her head snaps back in pain, before subsequent blows are absorbed by her raised forearms. Miller continuing the taunting, smiling sweetly and shouting, “That all you got?” before her face is buried inwards by Swanepoel’s fast right hand as she steps in mid-sentence and POWERS home a message to Marisa that she won’t be underestimated this time. Crowd of course loving the exchange - both girls may be getting on in their age but hell if their punches are looking any less painful. Both ladies continue to goad the other into advancing a few steps, then rapid exchange punches, some landing and others not. Round ends with Marisa in slight lead but both girls claiming victory with a raise of their fists to the fans.. One thing’s for sure - we’re off to an explosive start in just the first round!
Round 2:
Candice showing some measured strategy in opening minute, coming on but not rushing out of corner. Marisa still going with the taunting, hoping to lure the South African girl into making another mistake of her career. But hell, Candice’s grown much since their last encounter all those years ago, going from strength to strength, whereas some people might say that Marisa’s luck just hasn’t been the same. Candice shows off what’s she learnt at Foxfire all these years with some targeted punches on the guard to keep her guessing, then going to work on tummy and even chest, long jabs just splattering, impacting the extent of her body all over. Smirk long gone from Miller’s face by the last minute looking more and more concerned as the blows just keep on landing as she struggles to protect everywhere at once. Punches to her jugs hurting especially as much - Marisa lets out an outraged squeal each time it happens. The American beauty of course fighting back the best she can, but when her mind games stop working on Candice, her offense seems to go out the window too, lacking the precision that Candice is just employing to great effect. It’s a big round for one of these girls, and no guesses who it is, as one can imagine, with Miller bruised and reddened and hunched over slightly when the bell rings.
Round 3:
Marisa facing possible contemplation that perhaps she *doesn’t* have this fight totally in the bag, plays cautious in the opening seconds and hangs back yet again. Perhaps not best strategy to give up the battlefield, in this pundit’s opinion. Gone is that cocky, lavish smile as Candice barrels straight towards her, fire in her eyes and smelling fear on her opponent’s, and continues to hound Miller about the ring with combination after combination. Miller trying to counter the jab flurries with some big hooks but Candice alert enough to simply bob and weave backwards and out of the way - the punches don’t give her any trouble. Instead, the Foxfire star content with countering her countering, snaps a left right underhook into either side of blonde tummy, before another right hook WHIPS Miller’s face to the side. Good gosh, Marisa walked right into that one! She’s groggy, shaky legs staying upright as she’s pushed into the corner by more blows that impact. On comes Candice, little mercy being shown, continues to batter the blonde’s flanks with cruel leather: left right left right uppercuts land on Marisa’s mid-section. Marisa tries to cover herself up top but her guard’s being methodically broken down by Candice’s determined power blows. Finally, with Marisa swaying with the punches, Swanepoel realizes it’s now or never - flashes BIG uppercut right under Marisa’s forearms - it SMASHES into base of her jawline, knocking Marisa senseless! Back slouches into turnbuckle as though her strings are cut and her legs simply give way! Miller slides down the hard corner and just like that - it’s freakin’ over! Miller not getting up from that one as the referee counts her out to ten!
Official Decision: Candice Swanepoel defeats Marisa Miller via KO3!
AFTER:
SPECTACULAR performance from Candice Swanepoel tonight as she avenges her loss against this hated rival. Miller still pooled in corner, arms and legs sprawled to either side of her body. Candice wastes no time celebrating, choosing instead to gloat and ‘rub it in’ to her fallen victim - she stands confidently above the fallen Marisa Miller, both hands on her hips, smiling smugly down.
“What a wonderful fight, Marisa…” she quips. “Too bad you’re the one on the floor tonight, b*tch.” Marisa’s face a maelstrom of defiance, her mouth works to spit a reply, but not before Candice lurches her legs forward, thrusting her knee cap straight into Marisa’s nose and cheek, both hands locking on to her blonde hair for better leverage.
Marisa groans out loud as another knee and another knee lands square on her lips, then cheek, her arms meekly flailing at the back of Candice’s thighs, trying to dislodge her assailant but only leaving red claw marks down her supple skin. Candice finally content with the abuse, leans in close and pins Marisa against the hard turnbuckle with an extended knee. Tonight, it’s, her turn to hiss and taunts. Later, with Miller effectively knocked out and sprawled out on the ground, Candice finally resumes her victory dance around the ring, confidence radiating at the prospect of facing some other hated rival in the next round.