Post by oddmanout on May 3, 2022 19:27:57 GMT -6
Brooklyn Decker
vs Bar Refaeli
Results by SimGuy/Words by OddManOut
This bout marked the end of the Simguy era. This instant classic would set the lightweight record for knockdowns
Before: Pivotal opponents in the careers of both fighters. Bar defeated Brooklyn in 2010, and was signed by Tech Unlimited 3 days later. Brooklyn defeated Bar defeated Bar in 2011 and was signed by Front Street 11 days earlier. Now both blondes emerging from the pack of models, jostling for position in Adriana Lima’s slipstream. Tech and O&E styles for developing fighters very different from Front Street, so comparisons very hard to draw, which hasn’t stopped the media from doing so. The “paper tiger” and “hot-house flower” comments have been prodding and goading Decker, despite impressive wins. Things finally came to a head at the New Year’s Eve Asylum: (Tape rolls)
Decker(grabbing the microphone, turning toward the locker room and pointing): "I know you saw that, Bar! And, you know what that WAS? ME showing YOU once again that I'm better, classier, and hotter! You take this girl (Rosie Huntington-Whitley) out in four? I take her out in THREE. You walk her. But, I don't. Because I'm ABOVE that sort of thing. And, as for the hotness part, well. Just believe what your eyes tell you. No matter how much that hurts! Enjoy being in my shadow, Bar. Because that's where you're going to STAY."
Bar’s reply? A Fight-Of-The-Year candidate with Lightweight Contender Anna Torv later that night, followed by an Ice Hotel challenge that saw Rachel Nichols too banged up to come out for the announcement of the decision.
Bar vicious in prefight: “It looks like Christie Brinkley was too busy for her, so she’ll just have to settle for somebody born in the same decade. She doesn’t know how to fight anybody who knows what to do, and can still do what needs to be done. They’ve done everything to make her look like she belongs in the elite, but they can’t give her what she doesn’t have.”
Brooklyn drawing gasps as she reveals her ensemble, a barely visible flesh-toned bottom more hinted at by the tie sides on the hips than anything else, paired with pooka-shell triads of bunches of grapes picked out on the outside of each breast, beaded necklace disappearing into her cleavage, gold charm on her steernum. Blonde hair wind-blown wild, barefoot with white gloves. Bar matching her for daring, wearing a red-shaded ensemble, plunging bottoms that ALMOST cover her derriere, red triangle-cut top. Wind-blown wild hair loose, barefoot, red gloves.
R1: Bar wins the first minute, jabbing belly and face, sidestepping, turning her foe. Brooklyn with her elbows in, hands up, just squaring up, walking her girl down, trying to jab with and get her distance. Refaeli having her way, really working her game plan to perfection, suppressive jab shutting down Decker, setting up the hook, spreading her toes on the pivot to get that extra bit of leverage AND BROOK GOES DOWN! Thunderclap right hand out of nowhere, Bar patiently setting it up then cracking Decker across the chin dropping her to her back and Brooklyn's HURT! Wide-eyed, head and legs up off the sand, back and butt stay glued there for a moment as she's all jerks and spasms, but she barely beats the count. On comes Bar Refaeli, big and brawny, palming those bronzed shoulders back, setting up wide and HAMMERING AWAY! Nothing cute, one blonde standing another up and beating her senseless with clubbing, artless lefts and rights, chin and jugs, and DECKER’S DOWN AGAIN! Brooklyn blown away, tilting forward, hands down, eyes closed, mouth open as she gasps like a fish out of water! Decker’s not going anywhere but back down, BUT THERE’S THE BELL! Clock knocks the cherry off a blowout Refaeli first, but HUGE grin on Bar’s face as Brook is helped back to her stool.
R2: Brook rushing in wide & wild with both hands: she's looking to gamble early, not let Bar bring that rapid-fire left into play. Refaeli rallying behind a punishing jab, picking up her fellow blonde with crisp, cracking connects, bringing Decker to heel. Bar's right uppercut off the back foot rings Brooklyn up, she backpedals, arms windmilling, AND DOWN SHE GOES! Bar charging out of the neutral corner after the ref waves her in, weight forward, turning tight left hooks against Decker's jugs. Punching apart the guard with the left, and dropping chopping right hands into the openings. Refaeli deposits an insurance hook into Brook's tanned breasts, before spinning around and positively BOUNCING back to her corner, two 10-8 rounds in a row, and she wants EVERYBODY to know it, bringing the ref in hot as Decker’s temper flares.
R3: Gambling right hand strokes Bar ear-to-chin upside the head: she's rocked! Refaeli staring, gobsmacked: hook to the right ear, followup blunt right hand up the middle DRIVE HER TO THE SAND! Decker plowing in after she beats the count, squaring up chest-to-chest, gets off a rolling barrage of lefts and rights to tummy with her forehead grinding on Bar's clavicle. Refaeli in a swoon, tying up behind Decker's elbows. Brooklyn breaks the clinch by pushing forearms forward into breasts - pancaking the air out of Bar and sustaining the offensive. Steady, chugging work, Decker glues herself to Refaeli, accounting for waistline, ribcage, & breasts with a ceaseless shove-and-slug to a windblown blonde AND DOWN GOES BAR AGAIN! Refaeli sprawls down on back and butt, legs and arms akimbo, Decker towering over her, bellowing incoherently until the ref bodies her back. A 10-7 round brings Brooklyn right back into this fight.
R4&5 : Hard two way fighting as hurting vixens dig in. Shabby wrecks lurching up off stools, then mindlessly trudging towards each other, lips parted. It's crude, ponderous slugging - the women reaching in with pawing lefts, hoping to locate the opponent for sloppy, hamhanded rights. Neither has the legs to make the other miss: crowd shrieking when a face is punched, and the girl stumbles to the side, then staggers back into the meat grinder, seemingly oblivious to her own injuries. Frequent, sloppy clinches as the girls fall-in on borrowed legs, touch of opposing tummy galvanizing the fighters to immediately twist and turn the other off balance on sheer instinct. Backsides jostle about as numb legs stamp; drowsy faces bump together, or slide across sweat-slick upperchests as vixens use each other for support. As groggy mauling goes on, it's Bar on her heels, getting backed up, accepting extra punishment in the exchanges. Decker just mindlessly stumbling forward, willing herself to outwork her foe. Breaks: both girls slapping at each other in a loose clinch - ref tugging 'em apart, giving each a worried once-over.
R6: Breathtaking blondes showing battle damage: Bar’s red paint showing up better on Brook’s body, but there’s purple on her breasts, tan on her hips, black streaks on her face and both gloves are speckled. They crouch on flat feet, pawing jabs, then fall in with power shots, they struggle in one another’s arms, bellying one another back, they hold and hit, taking turns riding the left arm across the other girl’s back, stuffing her tummy and jugs full of plugging rights, ref issuing a steady stream of complaints and warnings, slapping at restraining arms to break up the nuzzling sluggers. Half-closed eyes glisten with hate; lips part in bitter exhaustion, but both beauties continue to take the fight to their tormentress. Down the stretch, working out of a shoulder-to-shoulder scrum, Bar takes a half step back, walks Brook into a tight hook to the chin: delayed reaction as Decker falls in, then staggers away with a forlorn look. Refaeli reads the hurt, pounces with a pushy jab to Brooklyn’s breasts, and a strong right hand over the top to jerk her 90 degrees sideways. Decker covers up groggy earmuff, presenting her left flank, Refaeli hooks the paunch; pushes up Brook’s shoulder, then resets: hook the belly, hook the belly; lather, rinse, repeat. Decker groaning, shuddering, Refaeli just reefing at midsection, pushing her upright to reset, then punishing it some more. AND BAR GOES RACK! Brooklyn helpless to stop it, shut down, just trying to cover her D cups. Refaeli glued to Decker’s flank, shoulders rotating, lips tight with effort as she hup-hup-hups hard to the bell. Bar stays on that rack, mindlessly clubbing away until ref hauls her off: Brook hugging herself, mortified, trembling through 6 tortuous heats.
R7: Brook showing signs of catching a second wind, comes out in forward aspect, rallying around her jab from a wide stance, rotating slowly clockwise behind a disciplined poke. One blonde face-punching the other into compliance, beautiful bodies falling into lock-step as Decker plays puppet-master. Tap-tap one-twos punish Refaeli's breasts, dot her defences, occasionally poking through to face. Bar in tight peek-a-boo, following Brooklyn around unproductively. Decker's eyes bright, hard: she keeps Refaeli at arm's length, chipping and poking for a steady shutout.
R8: Same again: Brooklyn slowing things down, imposing order with her legs, spreading Bar out with the jab and pinpointing her girl for stiff one-twos from range. Refaeli gets dukes-up in rigid peek-a-boo. She's blocking well, but not getting off, basically presenting herself as a target. Decker pecking out the punishment strafing the chest & head with ringing one-twos. Brook’s long arms extending in left/right suddenly sloping a straight right down into Bar's tummy, doubling her over, then Decker straightens her up with the uppercut, Refaeli's head jerking back as her face gets tapped. Bell: Brooklyn snarling, eyes flashing, Bar wobbly back to her stool punched groggy over the last minute.
R9: Bar busting up, Brooklyn gets back on with the same routine: jolting jab, straight right hands body and mouth, then the pivot left to renew. Refaeli getting touched - staring into the punishment, but bravely holding her ground, she can't afford to start backing up in the face of Decker’s pressure. Late in the round, Brook edges down off the jab to hook hard at the trunkline, both girls straighten to hook the offending chin and BAR HAMMERS HOME RIGHTY! Shattering blast catches Decker just easing back, swiveling the head, Brooklyn’s paralyzed, hair in her eyes, legs locking up as torso keeps tilting backwards – AND SHE’S DOWN! Brooklyn Decker hits the sand for the fourth time, sprawled on her backside, shaking her head, all that hard work in the last 8 minutes for naught as Bar Refaeli steals the round and the lead 10-8!
R10: Gutty effort, gritty execution from Brooklyn Decker as she sucks it up, gets on her toes and boxes like there’s no tomorrow. Bar’s had good success off the counter, she sticks with it and lands regular right hands to the gut or spanking cross on the cheek. More often than not, it’s Brook leading, creating openings with a pick-pick jab. Refaeli trying to slip it, but Decker comparitively quick-mitted, also landing right hands to keep Bar off balance. Brooklyn scoops up the round, goes to the cards, comes back a DRAW! Fighters forehead-to-forehead & tit-to-tit at midring, chests swelling into each other as their breath comes in huge gulps, but eyes are locked and never deviate from each other. Ref, corners and judges trading a LOOOONG look, but fighters adamant: This thing is going into overtime!
R11: Brooklyn in closed stance, pointing the left shoulder at Bar. She rolls an early Bar right hand, comes back a blunt right hand to the chin and SITS REFAELI DOWN! Bar shunted to her backside with a startled expression, spanking punch off the face has her gobsmacked! Brooklyn shuffling to neutral corner, eyes sparkling--licking her lips as Refaeli gets gingerly to her feet, legs all tingly. Achy 8 ref waves Decker back in, she probes a lead right to guard, jerks a VICIOUS left uppercut between the mitts to jackhammer Bar’s head back! Reafeli wobbly-butt, staggers back, Decker steps-with, stepping into a CRASHING right hand between the mitts, smashing Bar’s head violently back, Refaeli topples forward and DOWN TO ALL FOURS! Both fighters pawing at their faces as sweat-soaked hair falls in front of their eyes as Bar takes another 8. That was the last gasp for both beauties. Exhausted fighters shambling, sick parodies of the sleek visions of perfection that began this struggle, both looking for that knockout, uuuurrrggging their gloves upright to throw that one punch that’ll settle this thing, but even THESE bodies have limits, and they’ve reached them. Fighters wrapped up in a clinch at the bell, uselessly slapping at delts and glutes. Technically illegal, but ref and judges share a look and let them waltz out the clock. Shutout gives the round and the fight to Brooklyn Decker by UD11!
Aftermath (by Lookout): In their corners, victor and vanquished alike are bent over with hands on their knees, chests heaving. Sweat-drenched hair plastered across their shoulders, backs & breasts, the sand sticking to their bodies probably doing more to cover their naughty bits than the paint. First Brook, then Bar straightens up, Decker walks over, extends a hand, AND SWIVELS BAR'S HEAD WITH A SLAP! Both ladies still have something left in the tank, as they lunge for each other, bodies slamming together, hands slapping for purchase all over the two incredible bodies as they spiral to the sand! Crowd loving it, chant of "LET THEM FIGHT!" picked up as security earns their overtime.
Security takes a moment to consult with the producers of this particular event and in that instant, urged on by the crowd, Decker and Rafaeli crash to the sand with a loud thud, sand flying up into the air as it falls down to coat both of their curvaceous and sweat-covered taut bodies, which are tangled up slapping and screaming at one another. Neither of them are willing to give an inch as they roll around in the sand to the delight of the crowd, which is cheering them on wildly, each of them still eager to support their chosen champion, despite the outcome to this heated match.
The aftermath is just as vicious with each of them taking their turn to tear at one another. First, it's Brooklyn on top as she just straddles atop a furious Rafaeli, who is cursing up at her in between brutal slaps delivered across her foe's cheek. Bar reaches up, going to bridge up hard and with a swift yank of her rival's blonde tresses, she deposits her to the side in the damp sand and starts delivering a series of slaps towards Decker's rapidly reddening cheeks, occasionally delivering a harder slap lower down across her cleavage! This, of course, draws yelps of outrage from Brooklyn and shouts of encouragement from the fans as Rafaeli makes her way on top! Brooklyn is not one to tolerate this, of course, reaching up to shove before Bar can get settled and pounces on top, just shoving her rival to her back in the sand. Brooklyn starts backhanding at Rafaeli's rack, eyes flashing wildly as she yanks at her hair back and forth with the other hand. Rafaeli roars angrily, rising up as she pushes Decker backwards, toppling her to the sand as the two resume rolling around on the sand, with their enraged shouts and the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd carrying over the sound of the waves lapping up at the edge of the beach.
The two of them are still shrieking furious insults when security gets the word to finally intervene, going to catch Bar's hand mid-slap to pull her backwards just as she's getting on top of Brooklyn again. Brooklyn charges forward, aiming to tackle her rival into the sand and manages a quick yank of Rafaeli's locks before she is hauled away by security. The two of them break free and charge towards one another, the intent obvious to read in their eyes and by the threats the two exchange, but both Brooklyn and Bar are intercepted before they can reach one another! The two of them are pulled apart to separate ends of the beach, still hurling insults at one another as the crowd cheers wildly to “LET – THEM – FIGHT!” but management has no intention of letting any further brawling occur, regardless of how much each model might want to. No question there at all. What's just as clear is that this is far from over and this match, far from being a decisive win in favor of either fighter, is only going to serve to make both of them hate each other just that much more. All the better for the next time they fight, which judging by the glares these two are exchanging, can't seem to come soon enough!
vs Bar Refaeli
Results by SimGuy/Words by OddManOut
This bout marked the end of the Simguy era. This instant classic would set the lightweight record for knockdowns
Before: Pivotal opponents in the careers of both fighters. Bar defeated Brooklyn in 2010, and was signed by Tech Unlimited 3 days later. Brooklyn defeated Bar defeated Bar in 2011 and was signed by Front Street 11 days earlier. Now both blondes emerging from the pack of models, jostling for position in Adriana Lima’s slipstream. Tech and O&E styles for developing fighters very different from Front Street, so comparisons very hard to draw, which hasn’t stopped the media from doing so. The “paper tiger” and “hot-house flower” comments have been prodding and goading Decker, despite impressive wins. Things finally came to a head at the New Year’s Eve Asylum: (Tape rolls)
Decker(grabbing the microphone, turning toward the locker room and pointing): "I know you saw that, Bar! And, you know what that WAS? ME showing YOU once again that I'm better, classier, and hotter! You take this girl (Rosie Huntington-Whitley) out in four? I take her out in THREE. You walk her. But, I don't. Because I'm ABOVE that sort of thing. And, as for the hotness part, well. Just believe what your eyes tell you. No matter how much that hurts! Enjoy being in my shadow, Bar. Because that's where you're going to STAY."
Bar’s reply? A Fight-Of-The-Year candidate with Lightweight Contender Anna Torv later that night, followed by an Ice Hotel challenge that saw Rachel Nichols too banged up to come out for the announcement of the decision.
Bar vicious in prefight: “It looks like Christie Brinkley was too busy for her, so she’ll just have to settle for somebody born in the same decade. She doesn’t know how to fight anybody who knows what to do, and can still do what needs to be done. They’ve done everything to make her look like she belongs in the elite, but they can’t give her what she doesn’t have.”
Brooklyn drawing gasps as she reveals her ensemble, a barely visible flesh-toned bottom more hinted at by the tie sides on the hips than anything else, paired with pooka-shell triads of bunches of grapes picked out on the outside of each breast, beaded necklace disappearing into her cleavage, gold charm on her steernum. Blonde hair wind-blown wild, barefoot with white gloves. Bar matching her for daring, wearing a red-shaded ensemble, plunging bottoms that ALMOST cover her derriere, red triangle-cut top. Wind-blown wild hair loose, barefoot, red gloves.
R1: Bar wins the first minute, jabbing belly and face, sidestepping, turning her foe. Brooklyn with her elbows in, hands up, just squaring up, walking her girl down, trying to jab with and get her distance. Refaeli having her way, really working her game plan to perfection, suppressive jab shutting down Decker, setting up the hook, spreading her toes on the pivot to get that extra bit of leverage AND BROOK GOES DOWN! Thunderclap right hand out of nowhere, Bar patiently setting it up then cracking Decker across the chin dropping her to her back and Brooklyn's HURT! Wide-eyed, head and legs up off the sand, back and butt stay glued there for a moment as she's all jerks and spasms, but she barely beats the count. On comes Bar Refaeli, big and brawny, palming those bronzed shoulders back, setting up wide and HAMMERING AWAY! Nothing cute, one blonde standing another up and beating her senseless with clubbing, artless lefts and rights, chin and jugs, and DECKER’S DOWN AGAIN! Brooklyn blown away, tilting forward, hands down, eyes closed, mouth open as she gasps like a fish out of water! Decker’s not going anywhere but back down, BUT THERE’S THE BELL! Clock knocks the cherry off a blowout Refaeli first, but HUGE grin on Bar’s face as Brook is helped back to her stool.
R2: Brook rushing in wide & wild with both hands: she's looking to gamble early, not let Bar bring that rapid-fire left into play. Refaeli rallying behind a punishing jab, picking up her fellow blonde with crisp, cracking connects, bringing Decker to heel. Bar's right uppercut off the back foot rings Brooklyn up, she backpedals, arms windmilling, AND DOWN SHE GOES! Bar charging out of the neutral corner after the ref waves her in, weight forward, turning tight left hooks against Decker's jugs. Punching apart the guard with the left, and dropping chopping right hands into the openings. Refaeli deposits an insurance hook into Brook's tanned breasts, before spinning around and positively BOUNCING back to her corner, two 10-8 rounds in a row, and she wants EVERYBODY to know it, bringing the ref in hot as Decker’s temper flares.
R3: Gambling right hand strokes Bar ear-to-chin upside the head: she's rocked! Refaeli staring, gobsmacked: hook to the right ear, followup blunt right hand up the middle DRIVE HER TO THE SAND! Decker plowing in after she beats the count, squaring up chest-to-chest, gets off a rolling barrage of lefts and rights to tummy with her forehead grinding on Bar's clavicle. Refaeli in a swoon, tying up behind Decker's elbows. Brooklyn breaks the clinch by pushing forearms forward into breasts - pancaking the air out of Bar and sustaining the offensive. Steady, chugging work, Decker glues herself to Refaeli, accounting for waistline, ribcage, & breasts with a ceaseless shove-and-slug to a windblown blonde AND DOWN GOES BAR AGAIN! Refaeli sprawls down on back and butt, legs and arms akimbo, Decker towering over her, bellowing incoherently until the ref bodies her back. A 10-7 round brings Brooklyn right back into this fight.
R4&5 : Hard two way fighting as hurting vixens dig in. Shabby wrecks lurching up off stools, then mindlessly trudging towards each other, lips parted. It's crude, ponderous slugging - the women reaching in with pawing lefts, hoping to locate the opponent for sloppy, hamhanded rights. Neither has the legs to make the other miss: crowd shrieking when a face is punched, and the girl stumbles to the side, then staggers back into the meat grinder, seemingly oblivious to her own injuries. Frequent, sloppy clinches as the girls fall-in on borrowed legs, touch of opposing tummy galvanizing the fighters to immediately twist and turn the other off balance on sheer instinct. Backsides jostle about as numb legs stamp; drowsy faces bump together, or slide across sweat-slick upperchests as vixens use each other for support. As groggy mauling goes on, it's Bar on her heels, getting backed up, accepting extra punishment in the exchanges. Decker just mindlessly stumbling forward, willing herself to outwork her foe. Breaks: both girls slapping at each other in a loose clinch - ref tugging 'em apart, giving each a worried once-over.
R6: Breathtaking blondes showing battle damage: Bar’s red paint showing up better on Brook’s body, but there’s purple on her breasts, tan on her hips, black streaks on her face and both gloves are speckled. They crouch on flat feet, pawing jabs, then fall in with power shots, they struggle in one another’s arms, bellying one another back, they hold and hit, taking turns riding the left arm across the other girl’s back, stuffing her tummy and jugs full of plugging rights, ref issuing a steady stream of complaints and warnings, slapping at restraining arms to break up the nuzzling sluggers. Half-closed eyes glisten with hate; lips part in bitter exhaustion, but both beauties continue to take the fight to their tormentress. Down the stretch, working out of a shoulder-to-shoulder scrum, Bar takes a half step back, walks Brook into a tight hook to the chin: delayed reaction as Decker falls in, then staggers away with a forlorn look. Refaeli reads the hurt, pounces with a pushy jab to Brooklyn’s breasts, and a strong right hand over the top to jerk her 90 degrees sideways. Decker covers up groggy earmuff, presenting her left flank, Refaeli hooks the paunch; pushes up Brook’s shoulder, then resets: hook the belly, hook the belly; lather, rinse, repeat. Decker groaning, shuddering, Refaeli just reefing at midsection, pushing her upright to reset, then punishing it some more. AND BAR GOES RACK! Brooklyn helpless to stop it, shut down, just trying to cover her D cups. Refaeli glued to Decker’s flank, shoulders rotating, lips tight with effort as she hup-hup-hups hard to the bell. Bar stays on that rack, mindlessly clubbing away until ref hauls her off: Brook hugging herself, mortified, trembling through 6 tortuous heats.
R7: Brook showing signs of catching a second wind, comes out in forward aspect, rallying around her jab from a wide stance, rotating slowly clockwise behind a disciplined poke. One blonde face-punching the other into compliance, beautiful bodies falling into lock-step as Decker plays puppet-master. Tap-tap one-twos punish Refaeli's breasts, dot her defences, occasionally poking through to face. Bar in tight peek-a-boo, following Brooklyn around unproductively. Decker's eyes bright, hard: she keeps Refaeli at arm's length, chipping and poking for a steady shutout.
R8: Same again: Brooklyn slowing things down, imposing order with her legs, spreading Bar out with the jab and pinpointing her girl for stiff one-twos from range. Refaeli gets dukes-up in rigid peek-a-boo. She's blocking well, but not getting off, basically presenting herself as a target. Decker pecking out the punishment strafing the chest & head with ringing one-twos. Brook’s long arms extending in left/right suddenly sloping a straight right down into Bar's tummy, doubling her over, then Decker straightens her up with the uppercut, Refaeli's head jerking back as her face gets tapped. Bell: Brooklyn snarling, eyes flashing, Bar wobbly back to her stool punched groggy over the last minute.
R9: Bar busting up, Brooklyn gets back on with the same routine: jolting jab, straight right hands body and mouth, then the pivot left to renew. Refaeli getting touched - staring into the punishment, but bravely holding her ground, she can't afford to start backing up in the face of Decker’s pressure. Late in the round, Brook edges down off the jab to hook hard at the trunkline, both girls straighten to hook the offending chin and BAR HAMMERS HOME RIGHTY! Shattering blast catches Decker just easing back, swiveling the head, Brooklyn’s paralyzed, hair in her eyes, legs locking up as torso keeps tilting backwards – AND SHE’S DOWN! Brooklyn Decker hits the sand for the fourth time, sprawled on her backside, shaking her head, all that hard work in the last 8 minutes for naught as Bar Refaeli steals the round and the lead 10-8!
R10: Gutty effort, gritty execution from Brooklyn Decker as she sucks it up, gets on her toes and boxes like there’s no tomorrow. Bar’s had good success off the counter, she sticks with it and lands regular right hands to the gut or spanking cross on the cheek. More often than not, it’s Brook leading, creating openings with a pick-pick jab. Refaeli trying to slip it, but Decker comparitively quick-mitted, also landing right hands to keep Bar off balance. Brooklyn scoops up the round, goes to the cards, comes back a DRAW! Fighters forehead-to-forehead & tit-to-tit at midring, chests swelling into each other as their breath comes in huge gulps, but eyes are locked and never deviate from each other. Ref, corners and judges trading a LOOOONG look, but fighters adamant: This thing is going into overtime!
R11: Brooklyn in closed stance, pointing the left shoulder at Bar. She rolls an early Bar right hand, comes back a blunt right hand to the chin and SITS REFAELI DOWN! Bar shunted to her backside with a startled expression, spanking punch off the face has her gobsmacked! Brooklyn shuffling to neutral corner, eyes sparkling--licking her lips as Refaeli gets gingerly to her feet, legs all tingly. Achy 8 ref waves Decker back in, she probes a lead right to guard, jerks a VICIOUS left uppercut between the mitts to jackhammer Bar’s head back! Reafeli wobbly-butt, staggers back, Decker steps-with, stepping into a CRASHING right hand between the mitts, smashing Bar’s head violently back, Refaeli topples forward and DOWN TO ALL FOURS! Both fighters pawing at their faces as sweat-soaked hair falls in front of their eyes as Bar takes another 8. That was the last gasp for both beauties. Exhausted fighters shambling, sick parodies of the sleek visions of perfection that began this struggle, both looking for that knockout, uuuurrrggging their gloves upright to throw that one punch that’ll settle this thing, but even THESE bodies have limits, and they’ve reached them. Fighters wrapped up in a clinch at the bell, uselessly slapping at delts and glutes. Technically illegal, but ref and judges share a look and let them waltz out the clock. Shutout gives the round and the fight to Brooklyn Decker by UD11!
Aftermath (by Lookout): In their corners, victor and vanquished alike are bent over with hands on their knees, chests heaving. Sweat-drenched hair plastered across their shoulders, backs & breasts, the sand sticking to their bodies probably doing more to cover their naughty bits than the paint. First Brook, then Bar straightens up, Decker walks over, extends a hand, AND SWIVELS BAR'S HEAD WITH A SLAP! Both ladies still have something left in the tank, as they lunge for each other, bodies slamming together, hands slapping for purchase all over the two incredible bodies as they spiral to the sand! Crowd loving it, chant of "LET THEM FIGHT!" picked up as security earns their overtime.
Security takes a moment to consult with the producers of this particular event and in that instant, urged on by the crowd, Decker and Rafaeli crash to the sand with a loud thud, sand flying up into the air as it falls down to coat both of their curvaceous and sweat-covered taut bodies, which are tangled up slapping and screaming at one another. Neither of them are willing to give an inch as they roll around in the sand to the delight of the crowd, which is cheering them on wildly, each of them still eager to support their chosen champion, despite the outcome to this heated match.
The aftermath is just as vicious with each of them taking their turn to tear at one another. First, it's Brooklyn on top as she just straddles atop a furious Rafaeli, who is cursing up at her in between brutal slaps delivered across her foe's cheek. Bar reaches up, going to bridge up hard and with a swift yank of her rival's blonde tresses, she deposits her to the side in the damp sand and starts delivering a series of slaps towards Decker's rapidly reddening cheeks, occasionally delivering a harder slap lower down across her cleavage! This, of course, draws yelps of outrage from Brooklyn and shouts of encouragement from the fans as Rafaeli makes her way on top! Brooklyn is not one to tolerate this, of course, reaching up to shove before Bar can get settled and pounces on top, just shoving her rival to her back in the sand. Brooklyn starts backhanding at Rafaeli's rack, eyes flashing wildly as she yanks at her hair back and forth with the other hand. Rafaeli roars angrily, rising up as she pushes Decker backwards, toppling her to the sand as the two resume rolling around on the sand, with their enraged shouts and the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd carrying over the sound of the waves lapping up at the edge of the beach.
The two of them are still shrieking furious insults when security gets the word to finally intervene, going to catch Bar's hand mid-slap to pull her backwards just as she's getting on top of Brooklyn again. Brooklyn charges forward, aiming to tackle her rival into the sand and manages a quick yank of Rafaeli's locks before she is hauled away by security. The two of them break free and charge towards one another, the intent obvious to read in their eyes and by the threats the two exchange, but both Brooklyn and Bar are intercepted before they can reach one another! The two of them are pulled apart to separate ends of the beach, still hurling insults at one another as the crowd cheers wildly to “LET – THEM – FIGHT!” but management has no intention of letting any further brawling occur, regardless of how much each model might want to. No question there at all. What's just as clear is that this is far from over and this match, far from being a decisive win in favor of either fighter, is only going to serve to make both of them hate each other just that much more. All the better for the next time they fight, which judging by the glares these two are exchanging, can't seem to come soon enough!