UNIFIED WELTERWEIGHT TITLE

Part 1

Posted by Simguy on 5/2/2008, 7:12 am.

Before: Bjorlin blowing away big Torrie Wilson to get with Mandy—is Moore concerned? “Any time you face a girl with Nadia’s power, obviously you respect that,” Moore allows in prefight. “She got all over Torrie and broomed her out—but I think I have a better fightplan than Wilson did. I’ll interrupt Nadia, bog her down when I have to. You beat a fighter like Bjorlin with professionalism—you can’t afford to match her punch for punch.” Nadia focused on rumours that Mandy’s camp has been saying Bjorlin’s not a PPV-player: it’s the old “celebrity” issue dogging Nadia in prefight. “Okay, so they think I’m not a big enough name to get in with Moore,” Nadia says, eyes blazing. “Well what about the other side of the coin? This fat tub of goo is nowhere near HOT enough to be in the same ring with me. Hot trumps fame in my books. If the suits are worried about ticket sales, all they’ve got to do is start throwing my picture around. I guarantee you when we get in that ring—nobody’s going to be loking at Moore—no matter HOW famous she is!” Nadia in green lacer push up and panties; black gloves. Moore in dark purple bikini; white gloves; hair in scruffy beach bun.

During R1: Feeling out first minutes gives way to torrid, two-fisted slugging from Bjorlin—she wades in swinging, ticketing Mandy’s head. Moore attempting to bail out—left arm extended to push: she takes a ringing blast off her temple and THERE GO MANDY’S LEGS! Moore stumbling forward hurt, looking to clinch: Bjorlin backpedaling I good order, clips the left uppercut in tight; runs Moore onto a right; walks her into a swiping left and DOWN GOES MANDY! Moore’s backside spasming—she pitchesd forward—past Bjorlin’s left shoulder—splashing down onto her forearms in stunned disbelief. Nadia bellowing—strutting away hands high: it’s Torrie Wilson all over again! Moore beats the count woozy—blinking and shaking her head: ON COMES NADIA! Bjorlin hopping in with a stiff left jab up top, then swinging a healthy right roundhouse loud to Mandy’s ribs. Crouching, Nadia has a go at Mandy’s torso—belting away left and right roundhouses—fat punches sounding out like a baseball bat on wet clay. Moore cramping up, thighs trembling with quit but she comes out of her shell with a licking left uppercut, smiting Nadia flush. BJORLIN’S HURT! Nadia staring, open mouthed: battered Moore leans in and down, plowing a right hand flush off Nadia’s left eye, belting her head back. Nadia staggering backwards on her heels: HERE COMES MANDY! Moore teeth bared—she’s staggering forward, shouldering heavy lefts and rights into Nadia as she steps—slugging Bjorlin across the ring, Farside ropes: Nadia hits hard—arms loose, head lolling: MANDY’S PASTING AWAY! Moore all loose-limbed and ham-handed—turning her torso into supple power punches, belting away on Nadia’s head, Bjorlin out on her feet—hands up weak: she’s getting clouted from one foot to the other, standing in front of Mandy and soaking up everything the champ’s got. Bell: Mandy on autopilot, turning into clout—ref jumps in to body Moore off wilting Bjorlin. Moore’s surging comeback converts Nadia’s blow-out 10-8 into a routine 10-9 (Bjorlin).

R2: Both girls damaged in the first: Nadia recovers better during the break. She’s slower, but coming forward—jabbing out of her crouch, bobbing and weaving Mandy’s jab, then hopping into Moore with thudding hooks to the breast, Moore open-mouthed, feeling the heft of Bjorlin: champ backing up in wonder, trying to get her jab on Nadia with mixed results, Down the stretch—Mandy at the ropes, moving to her right: Bjorlin swings a wide, searching left hook, clocking Moore flush on her face: Mandy’s head rocks back over the top rope, legs giving way—she spills along the cable, hitting her own home corner on spastic legs, pulling herself upright just in time to accept Nadia’s charge. Bell rings before Bjorlin can apply polish, she takes the second with thudding power, favouring Mandy with a steely eyed glare upon separation.

R3: Moore composing herself, starting to rein Nadia in. long, heavy jab searching for Bjorlin, slowing her approach. Nadia weaving poke with good upperbody movement, but as she hops in under it, Moore’s tying up big girl, walking Bjorlin around for breaks. Pattern develops—Mandy scoring with telephone-pole poke outsider, right hand cocked and looking to time Nadia: Bjorlin bobbing and weaving her way in, daring both the jab AND Moore’s right hand, only to be clinched up tight when she gets past’em. Brawny stuff—Mandy cradling Bjorlin behind her head and one arm, or around both elbows—putting farm-girl body on Bjorlin and walking her around, Champ touches Nadia up for nickel-and-dime points, spends the rest of the round embracing her. Bjorlin frustrated, vents at the official during the break.

R4: Pace slows as Moore establishes her cagey punch-n’-clutch routine. Nadia having a tough time—she can get past Moore’s jab with some effort, but then she’s swamped, struggling to push and pull her limbs free of Mandy’s clutches. Mandy’s left hand dominant—pounding away at Nadia’s head and shoulders, but late in the round, she features the right in a big way. Bjorlin lunging in, eats a healthy, intercepting right uppercut as Mandy gets it juicy off her back (right) foot: clipping blast jolts Nadia’s head, nearly spills her to all fours as she stumbles past Mandy in disarray. Moore cautious—she’s got  Nadia reeling, but doesn’t pursue, simply lining her up with heavy jabs and doing some work on that left eye at the bell.

R5: Moore throwing a blanket over Nadia, drawing boos for the constant holding, but essentially shutting a frustrated Bjorlin out in the process. Very few attempted punches--mostly Moore jabbing or turning into intercept right hands: then it’s brawny waltzing as Moore walks Bjorlin into clinches. Mandy leaning on her girl, making Nadia take weight—ref working up a sweat as she pulls Moore’s rounded arms, reefing at’em to pry apart the clinches. Nadia infuriated, but falling for the same old shtick time and again: Mandy wins the round through negation.

Moore/Bjorlin conc.

Posted by Simguy on 5/2/2008, 7:13 am.

R6: Moore doing more damage as Nadia takes risks. Bjorlin throwing herself at Mandy’s defences, taking the jab flush and stiff, easting right uppercuts and crosses for the privilege of closing the gap, But once inside—Nadia’s accepting clinches—reaching around Moore’s back as Mandy embraces her: Bjorlin’s corner shrieking at her to move her hands. Mandy just sucking Nadia into the swamp—touching the brunette stunner up on the outside, then engulfing her. Stop-and-go action not crowd pleasing, but Moore lumping Nadia up consistently this round quiets the boos: she’s working just enough to take the points.

R7: Little more action—Mandy wheeling to her left with weight in front (left) leg, pounding straight rights and lefts—generally head hunting. Nadia weaving side to side—jabbing up out of her crouch: she’s finding the Moore torso with thumping sidearm rights. Banging back and forth—pretty even until late: Moore hooks-with, intertwining

Left arms with Nadia as both girls miss. Comeback right hands and MOORE GETS CHIN-CHECKED! Mandy’s right knee jerks up as she cringes—standing for a moment on her left foot, Bjorlin leaving her feet with a whistling hook grazes Mandy’s mouth, spooking her backward—crazy reeling retreat from Moore as Nadia surges forward, trying to end it. Moore hits the ropes, bounces, engulfs Nadia in a desperation clinch. Bjorlin howling at the bell—admonishing ref to “DO SOMETHING—SHE’S HOLDING!”

R8: Another good punching round—both girls getting off more: more trading seems to favour Nadia. Moore pounding her jab to Bjorlin’s face and upperchest—good stout stick spoiling Nadia’s blitzes. Bjorlin undeterred—regrouping outside, weaving in on Mandy, then trying to hook her out of there: big swinging left hands take Moore in her breasts as she’s leaning away from aggressive Bjorlin lunges. Constant high-risk pressure from Nadia breaks Mandy down late: Moore covering up, shying away: Nadia salts away the round with bombastic rights and lefts against Moore’s flanks and biceps.

R9: Mandy pumping heavy left jabs, dropping in rights, then pushing with the heels of both hands on Nadia’s head or shoulders to shunt the challenger aside. Moore also clinching forward—Moore folds Nadia into the crook of the left arm, headlocking her. Mandy completing the grapple by sliding her right up under Nadia’s left, leaving Bjorlin to slap away right hands to the ribcage in frustration until ref’s breaks. Late the round—Mandy’s patience and Nadia’s frustration combine to deliver a glorious right uppercut, Moore to Bjorlin, as Nadia’s charging in. Behold Nadia’s world-class glutes: wobbly butt—legs stamping in fence post holes as she soaks up Mandy’s best leather of the fight. Mandy’s eyes-wide, crouching in—she lambastes Nadia a tremendous roundhouse right wide to the paunch, pounding a shout of pain from Bjorlin at the bell.

R10: Nadia combative as ever—puffy and tender-faced—she walks through Moore’s pulverizing jabs early to get to Mandy’s chest, Moore backed up under volley fire: Bjorlin eating Mandy up the body with slashing right/lefts hot and quick just beneath the jugline, Mandy sobbing out as Bjorlin follows through with forearms on these close-in combos: Moore responding with ropey clinches, backing into ropes, dragging Bjorlin into ref’s breaks. Middle minute—Moore’s jab begins to break down Nadia’s rushes: Mandy able to intercept with lefts, drop rights, then push Nadia back on her heels. Bjorlin mouth breathing, eyes a little glassy—she’s brave, stubborn as she wades back in, gloves at her cheeks, elbows together at her tummy to present V front. Not enough velocity coming at Moore—she’s able to slam jabs against Nadia’s defences; swing right hands wide to tummy; drill right crosses up top—then push Nadia aside or cuddle her up if Bjorlin gets close. Moore in control at the bell—fight ends with Nadia half asleep in Moore’s arms, blubbering in protest against the clinching. Comes back close UD10, for the winner and STILL champ—Mandy Moore.

After: Bitter aftermath—Nadia crying angry tears and pushing against Moore’s handlers while shouting: “You cheat Mandy—just admit it! You’re a cheating little tramp!” Moore uncharacteristically hollering back “Go back to the soap mills, Nadia—that’s where you belong!” When girls are separated and composed, Mandy addresses cameras in-ring. “Basically, her only chance is to catch me a lucky punch,” Mandy says, “so I slowed the fight down and minimized her chances. I’m sorry if people were impatient with that, but I was beating her up with punch and clutch, and that’s my gameplan for her—just like it was Elizabeth Hurley’s gameplan against Ali Landry back in the day. You know, I hurt her bad when we were both slugging—I beat her at her own game early, and I think that made her reluctant to press, When I folded Nadia into clinches, she didn’t want to get out.  She wasn’t comfortable with my power at all, and that fear made my tactics all the more effective,” Nadia’s response when told of Mandy’s opinion, cannot be reprinted here.

Reposted by Archer 12/22/09