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17 Jan 2009 (Unified Welterweight Title) Ch Natasha Henstridge vs Stacy Keibler

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Posted by simguy on 1/17/2009, 8:36 am.

Before: "I've caught Natasha staring at my legs," Stacy grins at podium. "She's in awe - I know she doesn't really believe she can compete with me. I get it - I do - I've seen the look before. That's how I know I've got this. Henny's beat and she doesn't even know it yet!" Natasha non-plussed: Keibler known to grate on her stablemates in the gym; Henstridge with a chance to punish an irritant. "The Krushers aren't like other gyms," Nat says at podium. "We spar hard with each other, and with the bums Ginny brings in to get us work. There might only be a few fighters in the gym, but if I stop a girl? I'll give her a walk. I know Stacy's cross-bodied a couple of girls she's stopped in sparring, and she's even come to blows with girls on the bike path during her morning jog. Se we go full out; we know what to expect from each other. The fact that Keibler's my stablemate doesn't really mean anything in the ring; I think we both know what's going to happen." Stacy in bright baby blue bandeau with neck-loop support and ring-connections at hips; white gloves. Henstridge in black/white horizontal bar bandeau with neck loop support and ring connection at jugs and hips; black gloves; hair back in slick battle braid.

During R1: Stacy jabbin' pretty: strong plant on the forward (left) leg; right heel up off canvas for springy leg-drive on her pokes. Henstridge patient, keeping mitts high, parrying Keibler's spearing jabs - trying to duck-and-jab back at Keibler's chest. Spirited, rangy stuff - slow clockwise rotation as girls fence midring. Stacy separates herself late: slinging right cross off the jab catches all of Henny's chin. Champ gets her head swiveled - legs give a shimmy: she's a confused beauty covering up, stooping forward behind her mitts. Smilin' Stacy gallops to gut, leaning forward as both arms lash up and in. Round ends to sound of Stacy's lanky spanking of Henny's midsection: champ grimacing, soaking harm at bell.

R2: Stacy really straightening out that jab: she used to slap, flick and paw with it; new improved Krusher version's a vicious stick. Henstridge grimacing under piercing poke - parrying and leaning back on right foot: she's having trouble moving forward. Stacy in a groove, leaning into slinging right crosses, or looping sidearm rights off her jabs. Henstridge spooked - frequently stepping out to walk around, shaking her arms out, trying to get comfortable. Down the stretch, Stacy flirts with Natasha's breasts via cheeky left jabs, preparatory to another galloping assault on tummy with both hands CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! Bell: Stacy effervescent - glancing prettily over her shoulder as she's strutting to her corner, checking on Nat's hurt.

R3: Henstridge proving a veteran, jabbing-with, stepping a little closer and engaging Stacy at medium/cluse range. Nat finding Stace with right hands wide to left flank: big spank replaces Keibler's grin with cranky grimace. Henny stiff-jabbing Stacy to chest, driving her to ropes: Keibler sets up tall on apron, hands at temples, weight on right (back) foot (the heel flat against canvas). Henny patient, in good position here: Champion works her challenger methodical - softening Stacy up with heavy chest jabs, followed by slamming right hands head or body. Keebs grimacing - laying back in ropes - occasionally chopping out one-two from her high guard, but mostly keeping dukes up and holstered. Henstridge belts out the round, shakes Keibler's tanned chassis with good old fashioned big-girl thump.

R4: Henstridge continues to walk her girl down, corkscrewing jabs to Stacy's chest, then leaning into her righty. Keibler's front collapses - she's backpedalling in disarray, eyes wide at heartless Henstridge slugging. Midway through, crowd roars as Keibler gets her head shock-turned by a jolting close-in right hand: Henstridge snarling, buckling Keibler's legs, then shoving challenger into ropes. Thick, thumping follow up to Stacy's waist: Henny in there with whacking, straight-arm rights and lefts, beating Keibler to a seat in ropes. Occasional shots stray to Stacy's tanned thighs - Natasha cruelly pounding quad to tighten her foe up. Desperate clinching from Stacy: she's hurt, mouth open on Henstridge's shoulder as champ powers to points. As gleeful as Stacy was earlier, she's cranky and disheveled now: all emotions clearly on display. Henny? Same expression pouring it on as she wore when she was getting trounced.

R5: Natasha hard-eyed, walking Stacy down: champ beats her challenger without mercy this round. Bell to bell, pillar to post - it's Henstridge getting off muscular, Stacy reeling away to regroup. Henstridge on the march, constantly closing with Stacy, digging at her body, pounding either thigh, then working up-torso to club Keibler's head and shoulders. Stacy whining, cringing: not her finest hour as she melts in the face of Henstridge's determined heat. Keibler repeatedly chin-rocked by short right hands: Stacy's fabled legs holding her up, denying Natasha multiple knockdowns she no doubt deserves. Bell: Stacy lumping up, panting; judges give Nat 10-8 without a knockdown just for the sheer amount of ass kicked in the fifth.

R6: Stacy shows spine - jabbing Henstridge off her, then turning champ midring. Keebs doing well when she can push off her back (right) big toe, keeping that heel high: Henstridge forced to be patient, negotiating out on the end of Stacy's jab. Nat makes a few sorties inside: all rejected by fierce Keibler right uppercuts and wide, batting hooks...then Nat's back outside where the poke can find her. Good recovery round for Stacy: strong legs proving resilient, stabilizing Keebs through 6. Keebs at the bell: sunny, smiling.

R7: SHARP one-two from Keebs jolts Henny's chin, puts her on the defensive early. Nat wary, keeping dukes at temples: she's leaning forward, hoping to body up, but Stacy's circling, staying rangy. Stiff, stiff jabbing from Stacy, punching Henny's face back, stunning her: Keibler stepping-left around her poke, starting to really dictate. Henstridge pushes in: Stacy fades back onto rear (right) leg while lashing a whippy left upside Henstridge's head - HENNY'S HURT! Nat stumbling forward as Keebs licks a trio of lanky hooks while pivoting-left - whacking Nat upside and behind the head to drive her face-first to ropes. Nat rights herself, dukes at temples, back in strands: Stacy lunges in - driving a great spearing right palm-down and straight, SPANKING the blow off Henny's stomach. Champ groans, sits into ropes: Keibler palms Henny's shoulders, pushing on her before dipping left to lash a thick hook behind right elbow. Rangy right uppercut saws in between Henny's mitts, brushing her head back: Stacy's left pulls Henny's mitts down, then Keebs piles in righty, driving through from close range. Jolting stroke shuts Henny down - she droops forward, butt in ropes, curvy legs holding her up: Keebs steps back, starts a long-armed lathering of champion's wide, white back. Punches skidding and bouncing off back, drumming Henstriddge as she cringes forward, then WILTS TO CANVAS! Henny sprawling on her tummy, succumbs to Stacy's punching - it's KO7 for the winner and NEW welterweight champ - Stacy Keibler!

AFTER: Keibler giddy, squealing with delight and hurrying to have her gloves cut off - she wants more Henny! Nat slumbering left-cheek-down, brows furrowed in a cranky little KO'd frown, lips moving: Stacy quickly in from Nat's right side, kneeling down, reaching under Henny and bulling former champ onto her back. On instinct, Henstridge starts groggy resistance - her body sluggishly responding to Stacy's touch - but Stacy slides across Nat's chest, securing Henny's right wrist in both greedy hands. Keibs takes a moment, looking back over right shoulder as she writhes her legs into position - scissoring up on Nat's left arm. Henny's trapped limb sticking up, wrist bent back, her hand clenched in an exhausted little half-fist. Cross-body secured, Stacy gets to stretchin' - crowing as her bronzed body hardens into muscular relief, head tossing back and forth. Poor Natasha! Henstridge starting to blubber in a daze - lifting knees and pushing her feet into canvas, trying to coax a bridge out of her battered frame. It's no go: Henny's too hurt and Stacy's too strong. Eventually, officials move in, reefing at Stacy's hips, prying at her legs to peel her off her conquered foe.