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27 February 2004 Lynda Carter vs Gena Lee Nolin

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years ago

PARTIAL REPORT

(@ Middleweight)

Posted by Simguy on 2/27/2004, 7:08 am.

Nolin in Sheena costume w/hide boots

Carter in Wonder Woman costume, red boots white stripes

UD10

It was at best a circus, at worst a farce when both women showed up at the scales in costume. As cheap publicity stunt as the FCBA has seen in some time—Gena Lee and Lynda would cheapen themselves and the sport with this excruciating 10 round chub-fest.

Carter had no busy being in a boxing ring and DEFINITELY no business wearing the Wonder Woman fighting togs—her pudgy thick flesh spilled over the tight constrainsts and even the built-in girdle had difficulty pushing back the advance of that middle-aged gut. “Sheena wasn’t much better—Nolin showed up in “Fear factor” shape,. Obviously looking to fight her way into condition rather than conditioning for the fight and right from the press conference, it was clear this promotion was heading for trouble.

The fight was a sloppy hodgepodge if inept slugging, ragging holding and staggering clinches, punctuated by the usual assortment of low blows, elbow-locks, forearm scrubs and headbutts from the inventive blonde, but even when punching to Lynda’s starry trunks, Nolin seemed to be mailing in the ferocity. Even hard core fans were booing by the 4^th as Nolin mauled and bodied Lynda against the ropes, and carter survived on guile and a beefy clinch-first-ask-questions-later strategy.

There were moments. Lynda prettied Gena up with the occasional flicking lead right, easing onto her back foot to walk the blonde into a stern check-hook on the chin. And in the 8^th and 9^th, Nolin DID provide fireworks when she got to Carter with tomahawk rights and had the brunette reeling shabby at the ropes, ready to be taken out, but in the end, this thing stumbled to the finish line—Carter wheezing, shopworn—Nolin all sweaty and fatigued, strapping a stationary Lynda with clouting lefts and rights at the final bell. Nolin’s post fight histrionics included climbing the corner ring post, pounding her chest and bellowing as if she had just KO’d Kristanna Loken in the fight of the year. In a way, you’ve just got to love her.

Reposted by Archer 2/27/10.