UNIFIED WELTERWEIGHT TITLE

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 5/29/08, 6:47 pm.

Before: “Torrie’s got the strongest body in boxing,” Mandy proclaims in prefight, “so you can never underestimate that. I’ve got to be on her tummy early, sapping her strength; I’ve got to fight mistake-free and get her discouraged. I guess you can’t say Torrie’s a GREAT fighter, but she’s a great big-fight fighter who knows how to win championships. I don’t want to become one of those girls who coughed up belts to her.” Wilson bright-eyed and upbeat at the podium—coming in off a loss, but anxious to right the ship. “I stank out the joint in my last fight,” Wilson admits, “but I’m eager to redeem myself. Mandy and I have never fought ; I’m going to take my time early. See what shes got and take it from there.” Mandy in dark purple bikini; white gloves; hair in scruffy beach bun. Torrie in white western motif bikini (leather or sheepskin—some material like that); white gloves.

During R1,2: Cautious stop and go boxing. Both girls setting up strong stances, locking out the front 9left) knee as they plant weight, pounding each other’s defences with long range jabs. Both sliding in to clinch: Torrie stronger in the initial lockups, reaching ‘round Mandy’s body and walking her to ropes. Moore’s use of leverage inside superior—with her back on the cables, she’ll wedge her right hand down inside Torrie’s left arm—reach it round Torrie’s back and turrrrrn Torrie slowly into the ropes, Moore slick and effective inside—cuffing and clouting Torrie with shortened up strokes, then burying face in Torrie’s shoulder while tying up, smothering the receipts. Plenty of stumbling push-pull: big bodies straining, legs and backsides working hard as fight tumbles along the aprons.

R3: Mandy’s jab starts to outside Torrie’s: Moore finding Wilson’s face, spanking it, forcing Wilson to lift her hands and go defensive. Cue body work: Moore sweeping a thick, right roundhouse across Wilson’s waist, then shoving her backward: Mandy coming forward big girl. Torrie grimacing, falling back, then looking to punch: she eats punishing jabs, grunts as another right straps across her waist, then huddles forward as Mandy moves in to clinch. Moore walks Torrie to ropes—cuddling her close, then swiping slick, swatting shots inside: Moore doing a good job of keeping stronger woman off balance, then nibbling on her reserves. Middle minute—girls pushing and pulling at ropes (Torrie’s back to cables)—Mandy slides to a smooth right uppercut through, STUNNING TORRIE TO CHIN! Mandy quick to follow up: sloshing hook claps Torrie’s chin, draping the mat star against ropes: Wilson momentarily helpless, cupping her face with her gloves as Mandy wails away. Moore with wide, Omar Sheika type shellack here—Wilson wilting against the ropes, getting belted, Suddenly, Torrie tilts forward, chopping a short right to Mandy’s chin. MOORE GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Mandy suddenly hurt, reaches round Torrie’s ribs to chest her into ropes, pinning blonde down for the bell in a raucous third.

R4: Groaning, grinding trade as girls wallow in each other’s brawny embraces. Grueling hold-and-hit sessions—girls tying up, reversing each other along ropes—legs stamping for position in sultry tummy-to-tummy action. Clean punching hard to come by: Moore seems a little more comfortable shortening her strokes to swipe at tummy or breast—or throwing shoulders into Torrie’s mouth or jugs. Both girls grunting with the effort of managing the other’s weight: very draining minutes despite the lack of traditional punching. At bell, both girls are mouthbreathing, flushed.

R5,6: Torrie adjusts—looking to keep the action outside. Wilson pumping hard, heavy jab to slow up Mandy’s advance: as Moore steps in, Torrie’s shoving a thudding right hand into Mandy’s gut, just before lock up. Torrie simply hanging on rather than trying to work inside—she’s playing for ref’s breaks, wanting the separation. Torrie walking to her right, forcing Mandy to track her down and walk through the jab: good big woman tactics, nothing flashy, but Moore clearly getting the worst of the  punching, As Wilson’s connects rise, she relaxes—getting her hands on Mandy and shoving her around, walking her down some. Moore punished about her biceps these rounds as Torrie opens a new front: blonde hammering away at brunette’s capacity to wage offense. Break between 6 and 7, Mandy’s trainer touches her chin, gets her attention for a real talking-to. “Couple of things, Mandy. Don’t let her get off on you like that—you be the boss in there. You’re bodying her around real nice—stay with that—but I need you to be busier. Give me a little tempo—be first, be working—you need to be touching her more. When you bang her body, push her off and walk her down, okay? She doesn’t want any part of you inside—she doesn’t have the heart for it. Pick up the pace just a little bit and give her a reason to quit, baby.”

Moore/Wilson conc.

Posted by Simguy on 5/29/2008, 6:47 pm.

R7: Coachable Mandy responds, takes initiative fro Torrie. Outside—Mandy locking the front knee and pounding jabs; driving in the right cross; finishing up a rising, straight left. Torrie feeling the power: she’s giving ground, answering back 2 don’t-hurt-me jabs off her back (right) foot as Mandy starts to encroach. Inside, Torrie’s stronger, but Mandy craftier: brunette popping her hips in the clinch, muscling Wilson into ropes—wriggling hands down inside Torrie’s arms to get position, then swatting Torrie heavy cuffs. Ref’s breaks restart the women midring: Mandy being first with her jab, has Torrie covering up and waiting her turn. At least one right cross hurts Torrie this round: Mandy leaning in, twisting the fist on delivery to really drive it through. Moore’s hands not quick, but she’s deceptively smooth and gets her legs, hips and back into shots by turning into Torrie’s mouth, startling her. Moore draws a warning, but it’s mission accomplished: Torrie looking a little intimidated at Moore’s calculated rough-house. Mandy’s reward at the bell: nice little mouse forming under Torrie’s left eye.

R8: Same again Mandy. Not fast—but steady, smooth and her ting is good. Moore can outjab Torrie by judging distance better: Mandy’s being first outside, coaxing Torrie into peek-a-boo. Gorgeous, strapping right hands shake Torrie’s midsection, ribs and waist—Mandy thumping away, then craftily stiff-arming the left jab up top to keep Wilson bottled up, Inside, Mandy continues to outshine Torrie: Moore mire supple—turning her torso to swipe shots in tight whereas Wilson needs a little more room. Mandy helping herself to Torrie’s bikini top this round—belting away on world-class jug with short-swipe lefts and rights—even throwing aggressive shoulders into ‘em: Wilson pouting, giving ground, starting to look a little discouraged.

R9: More Mandy. You can see the confidence swelling in Mandy/ebbing in Torrie as brunette comes forward behind her jab. Mandy scoring on Torrie, then pushing her off/walking her down: now it’s MANDY clapping away fat rights and lefts against Torrie’s biceps as blonde covers up peek-a-boo. Moore distributing a succulent, lanky hook up and down Torrie’s right flanks. Mandy dangling the fist and strapping it against Torrie, moving the blonde off stance. Twisting right crosses pounding away up top—rocking Torrie even when partially blocked: Mandy’s getting her distance, her tempo, stepping in and getting off with her preferred balance. Wilson driven to all four ropes, wearing down, looking a little bleak. During the break, Ultimate trainer’s through coddling his girl—hooking a finger into Torrie’s bikini top to give it a little jostle. “Who’s are these?” he asks, challenging Torrie. “Why’d I even come here, Torrie? If I’d known you were gonna serve up your jugs to Mandy on a silver plate—I’d have stayed home. Show some ####ing pride, Torrie—baby, this girl talked DOWN to you I prefight, you know? She’s giving you no respect whatsoever—baby, she’s bullying you! It’s the 10^th round T: if you want this, I need Mandy on her back, It’s that simple babe. Shes got the decision—a draw doesn’t get you those belts: Put. Her. Down.”

R10: Both girls locking the front knee, punching aggressive one-twos: heavy, pounding blows test both chins early. Crowd starting to roar as neither girl backs off: Torrie’s right hand rocks Mandy; Mandy answers; Torrie; Mandy. Torrie’s legs buckle, then regroup” she pops hips-right, hook Mandy savagely under the right elbow. Mandy’s legs buckle face cringing: she pushes a jab across Torrie’s swinging jugs, then licks that supple hook heavy to gut. Girls fall in hurt, but push off—each looking to slug. Glorious, big-girl walloping—each a little unsteady, lining the other up and aiming blows—both catching . Final minute—both women staring, lips parted., gaits shaky: hands have dropped to hips—the girls picking the punches up and fitting them to faces or upperchests. Crazy trade in crashing right hands spooks both—both sets of knees give a shimmy—both come back the clocking left hook and MANDY GETS HURT! Moore shell-ACKED by that shot—legs instantly limp and stamping—arms outstretched. Torrie wide eyed—desperately trying to finish as Mandy desperately tries to tie up. Girls rotating clockwise, arms outstretched—Torrie trying to push clear and belt home a right hand—Mandy trying to glom on, stumbling badly. RIGHT HAND TORRIE WILSON! Mandy’s head flattens against right shoulder—she swoons away from Torrie, tumbling sideways into ropes. Wilson pouring in, misses another right hand as she crashes the ropes—Moore spilling down to the canvas and sprawling parallel to ropes on her back, Mandy groaning, head lolling side to side—elbows planted on canvas, her hands loose in the air: SHE CAN’T BEAT THE COUNT! Dying-seconds KO10, Torrie-Freakin’-Wilson.

After: Wilson reeling away, sobbing in jubilation: huge, huge come from behind, last-woman-standing exhaustion knockout rips the belts from Mandy’s trembling waist. Torrie blubbering as she hugs her trainer for all she’s worth: spirited motivation pushes the often faint-hearted blonde over the top in this one. “I won because I’m better,” a gleeful, busted up, Torrie Wilson says in postfight. “That sounds so simple, but sometimes I don’t believe it. Tonight, I believed and Mandy couldn’t take it.”

Reposted by Archer 12/24/09.