Posted by Simguy on 3/30/2007, 7:33 pm.

Before: “We think Mandy’s the future of the division,” says HBO spokesperson, on the record in Celebrity ring Magazine. “She’s got a young, fresh look for an older-girl’s weight class, and she’ll introduce a whole new generation of fans to big-bodied attitude. We like her as a person and we’re very proud of Mandy as fighter—she’s a great role model for the sport.” Nolin smouldering at this kind of thing—wounded by what she sees as a corporate betrayal after years of loyal service. “I’ve never gotten a network push like Mandy’s getting,” Gena steams in prefight. “Even though I’m managed now—I don’t get the kind of press Mandy does. I’m going to smash her pretty face and lay her out—then we’ll see how long the suits stand by her. They’ve got a nasty way of fading out of the picture once you’re on your back!” Gena in crimson bikini, white gloves. Mandy in bra-style white bikini top with navy flower print, sporty navy bottoms; white gloves; long, full bodied brown hair.

During R1: Welcome to Gena Lee Boxing—Nolin in closed stance, rolls Mandy’s first probing jab, comes underneath a sweeping right flat and square to Mandy’s trunks—crowding in close behind the foul. Moore bunching up, crying out: Nolin grinning as she slops a fat left hand in behind Mandy’s right elbow, then guts a thick right up into trembling tummy, slumping poor Moore into Gena’s arms. G rides her left arm around Mandy’s shoulders, securing the wrap: Nolin plugs away right hands up underneath, gutting poor gasping Mandy until ref breaks up the hold-and-hit. Official not stepping Gena back—she’s still in range after the break for a cheap right cross—bending in and pounding Mandy’s unprotected face hard to starboard and DROPPING MOORE TO HER BACK! BOOOOOO!!! NOW ref pushes G back, getting all hot in her face—poor Moore gingerly rolling to her right hip, shaking her pretty head to clear first round cobwebs.

R2: Gena creep-steppin’ to her right: dangling the left hand, right hand cocked at her chest, pointing the left shoulder at Mandy. Moore stalking, recovering well from a tuff first: dukes’re up, eye’re bright, legs appear to be ok. Mandy stepping in a hard jab, but having trouble finding the mark: Nolin rolling poke with her left shoulder, then coming back sneaky, screened right hands, clobbering Moore on her left ear or behind the head. Mandy stays with the jab howeve3r—occasionally getting Nolin to lean out to her right and low: Moore extending on right hands, able to clip Gena with legit sock. Both girls flat footed, looking to generate leverage—some dangerous big-girl swings being taken in there. Bell: wary looks exchanged as girls separate—both lasses shaken at points in heavy trading.

R3: Gena’s counterclockwise movement, shoulder roll giving Mandy problems—time and again kid comes up short on long one-twos, suffers as Nolin answers underneath with swinging rights to paunch. Big, splashy body shots, Nolin—then she looks to clap her hook to Mandy’s jaw as Moore’s drawing breath. Nolin also a pro at falling in after scoring, bodying Mandy off balance after landing—Nolin showing polish along with ruggedness. All Gena for two minutes, but down the stretch—girls treat each other to simultaneous jabs onna mouth—both lean into right hands—but Mandy wins the race. G’s head snaps aside—her right hand sails loose overtop Mandy—blonde knees give way in a queasy corkscrew and GENA SPRAWLS ON HER BACK! Picturesque overhead camera shot captures Nolin spreading out pretty—blonde hair streaked across the canvas as Gena’s porch lights momentarily flicker on and off. Nolin herky-jerks to her feet, badly buzzed—she takes a groggy 8, staring bleak over ref’s shoulder at hungry Mandy across the ring. Resume—Mandy rushes in: veteran Nolin quickly gobbles the kid up in a brawny clinch, leaning back into ropes to pull brunette up into blonde chest.

R4: Girls circling flat footed, crouching, sizing each other up for power. Gena getting that beefy right hand counter deep and fat to Mandy’s midsection—big spanking blows that send tremors through Moore’s toned thighs and backside. Mandy landing less, but ranging in: she’s connecting on ringing right hands as Gena lays on her right side, and that long, strong jab’s starting to set Nolin up nicely. Nolin badly stung at one point, pony-trotting away with a stricken expression—Moore starting to make her lithe, yet brawny presence felt, Down the stretch, both girls planted, reaching extended left hands to feel for the other, right hands cocked. Gena times it perfect—catching Moore as she’s loading up her own right: sudden jarring impact swivels Moore’s head and DROPS HER TO HER KNEES! Nolin delighted—happy smile and hopping away all puppies as Moore trembles shabby on all fours.

R5: Gena showing respect for Mandy’s right hands—ducking down to slip’em, then wrapping Moore up tight around the ribcage for momentum-sucking clinches. Gena revisits Mandy’s trunks this round.—just a methodical, deliberate counter right hand after a Moore one-two—bunched brunette up with a gasp, drawing heated warnings from ref. Gena getting her forearm against Mandy’s throat, pushing brunette over the top rope and slamming cheap right hands hammer-style down onto the girl: more warnings and delays as Moore’s given a moment to walk it off. Very rough play in the clinches as Nolin does more mauling than boxing—but effectively so—really bullying the younger girl here. Mandy uncomfortable, getting pushed around, not able to free up he hands as girls battle belly-to-belly, Bell: Moore slinking to her corner all frowning and scuffed up; Gena posing midring with a HUGE grin—left bicep pumped up as she bats her right hand against it, nodding like a girl who knows she’s winning a fight.

R6: same again—Gena controlling the clock, punching and clutching at Moore, then  roughing her up every which way on the inside.. Late the round though—Moore able to run Gena onto some very firm, disruptive jabs, setting up BOOMING right crosses—Nolin guzzling far more of these punches than is good for her, Moore leaning in to concuss Gena’s chin, bending down on follow through and tossing the blonde’s skull hard-right: Nolin sputtering, visibly rattled after Moore’s connects. Mandy lands a beaut with ten seconds to go—Gena’s knees bend, then straighten spastically, pitching her face-first into ropes, She’s wide-eyed, stunned and taking right hands at the ropes from a snarling Mandy Moore at the bell, Ref has to pull Mandy off: Gena reeling in stupor, eyelashes fluttering, lips parted.

R7: Gena still controlling the action for the most part: when Moore can’t hurt Nolin, brunette can’t find other ways to win the round. Gena creep-steppin’ right; lifting a backhand jab into Mandy’s tummy; rolling and countering with big right hands up top, or plunged deep to Moore’s tummy. Gena scoring, but clinching right after—putting her body on Moore and walking the kid to ropes rather than risk protracted exchanges. Mandy struggling under the weight, baring her teeth: inside Nolin’s brawny embrace. Moore’s pretty much helpless, More warnings for Gena as she smuggles some cheap right hands into Mandy’s groin while clinched up; throws some cheap right forearms into Mandy’s ribs while in close; continually uses her left forearm to push Mandy back over the top rope in hopes if injuring Mandy’s neck. Moore pushed to the canvas on several occasions—ref correctly calling no knockdown despite comically vehemently protestations from Gena.

R8: When Mandy can step, get off first with her jab, and extend on right hands—she’s got Nolin backing away, HARD right cross lands early, shaking Gena’s legs--she walks away with a concerned expression, clearly buzzed. Nolin snarling, stops and unleashes a hellish looping right of her won: Moore covers up and ducks, letting the punch splash over the top, then SHE leans forward and hauls a big right around, also missing over the top, Hug punches from both vixens—distance widening as they get a little sloppy. Moore steps in with a wide slapping hook that startles Gena upright and MANDY LANDS RIGHTY! Oh what a gobsmacker—shattering punch swivels Gena’s head as she’s standing straight up, dukes down, sending a vivid corona of sweat sparkling out from her skull. GENA STRETCHES OUT! Nolin crashing to the deck all docile and heavy and it’s OVER! KO8 in thrilling fashion—Mandy Moore!

After: Moore jubilant—badly treated tonight and close to going out herself on occasion—she weathers the worst of it and catches Nolin a perfect right hand to conclude matters. Gena a mumbling wreck—out on her back, head lolling gently side to side, eyelashes fluttering—she wins the majority of minutes but can’t keep her opponent from finding the off switch tonight. “Gena’s got old tonight,” bleats an upbeat, maybe overenthusiastic Moore in prefight, “She tried to muscle me, but I’m too strong for that, and I never stopped trying to get her out of there. That’s just a taste of what the Krushers can expect—I haven’t forgotten them, and I will pave the way to the welter title over KO’d Krusher bodies! That’s Charlize on her back, Heigl on her back, and Loken on her back—I want’em all!”

Reposted by Archer 12/16/09.