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BEFORE: "Hard work's done," a beaming Nadia B brays in prefight, "Righetti's in ruins, now it's a mop up. No offence to Crazy Town (Nadia's term for Liz) but she's under-equipped to compete with me and she knows it. I'm too destructive for Berkely - too strong - too stubborn. All I ask is that she stands her ground once - just once - so I can end this thing in spectacular fashion." Berkley icy - parting ways with Nadia quickly after Righetti's defeat. "Everyone knows I beat Amanda by proxy," Berkley shrugs at podium. "It was me pulling the strings on my meat-puppet Nadia that got Righetti in trouble. You wouldn't believe how I had to coach Nadia - like from the ground up - it's like she's never had a trainer before. I know her better than she knows herself, and I know exactly how I'm going to pick her apart. When she's beat, I'll whisper in her ear to let her know. Poor kid probably wouldn't realize it otherwise." Bjorlin in green lace push up/gold bikini bottoms; dark curls loose; black gloves. Liz in black velvet bra style bikini; black gloves; hair in top knotted ponytail, curls dangling down her back.
During R1: Liz in closed stance: left at her hip; right at her chest; left shoulder pointed at Nadia; wide stance. Nadia dukes curled into hollows of her cheeks, looking to step-and-swing heavy strokes. Up jab from Liz...she slides back while poking, leaning away from sweeping haymakers, luring Bjorlin forward. Ropes - Liz bracing her right shoulder against them, leaning into cable to create pockets of distance; leaning forward to swat little right hand swipers. Bjorlin flinging power - erupting from herky-jerk crouches - body tense with slugging vigor. Right hands skidding off Berkley's shoulder as she dips and rolls; lefts whistling past Liz' lips as she leans into ropes. Half way point: Right hand smokes Berkley in the back as she rolls-with...she answers a ripping little right uppercut, flipping back Nadia's head, buckling her knees. Bjorlin rocked: Liz bundles her up, turns her, packs her into ropes, hooks her trunks. Left shoulder bumps blinking Nadia upright: Liz hooks jugs, dipping to her right on follow through, then clips the hesitation right uppercut to chin. Nadia swooning against ropes, hands drooping, head lolling - curvy legs holding her up, but she's really catching shellack. Liz at work - squaring away, palming Bjorlin's shoulders to brace her up - twisting into short, muscular lefts and rights. Nadia battered from one foot to the other as she teeters against ropes - hands loosely up, eyelashes fluttering. Hellish, sustained pounding from Liz: eyes hard, cruel as she stacks Nadia, then beats her, then stacks her again to regroup. Bell: Liz panting, chest heaving as she looks over swaying brunette with satisfaction.
R2: Bjorlin resilient, cautious off her stool. Nadia right hand at cheek, left pumping jabs: much more cautious approach as Bjorlin works her way inside. Liz electing the close-stance, counter-punching routine again - flicking out the up-jab from hip, shying into ropes, looking to roll-and-counter a right hand onto Nadia's chin. Bjorlin cagey - pawing jabs at Berkley's left shoulder, then swinging the right roundhouse into the back, then bobbing on the spot: Liz having trouble drawing a bead with her sneaky right. Patient stuff from Nadia - she works from the crouch, pounding wide lefts and rights to belly, back, arms and breasts - careful to always move her head after slugging. Liz scowling, lips pursed: she's relatively safe in the pocket, but sustaining steady damage downstairs - unexpected strategically sound bombing campaign from Nadia investing in the long term. Bell: Nadia with a quick hook to Berkley's trunks brings the ref in hot: "That was payback, ref!" Nadia says, hands up, palms out to emphasize her point. Berkley seething.
R3: Sparkling jab from Liz reminds all of her class: she takes midring, rotates clockwise as Bjorlin's forced to bob-and-weave outside. Minute mark, Liz able to rail a shafting right hand in on Bjorlin's left ear as Nadia's ducking to her right: hammering clout drives Bjorlin to ropes at the stagger. Liz stepping-to, eyes bright: she dips left shoulder, rip-snatches a tart left off Nadia's tummy (bringing mitt back quick to chest). Liz dips torso-right while extending out a pushy left, ripping a right uppercut that brushes Nadia back against ropes. Bjorlin hurt, concerned - holding right at left cheek, left across her gut as she rides this out. Liz patient - dipping side to side, getting vicious left uppercuts off the left foot, right uppies off the right; dragging heavy right hands into Nadia's flank; clawing hooks across Nadia's chest. Steady body-beat has Nadia gasping, crossing her arms to protect. No clinching from Bjorlin - Liz able to square away and pour on her hardest shellack - occasionally bodying Nadia into ropes to reset. Bell: Liz turning on her heel, drawing that long, damp ponytail across Nadia's startled features - Berkley proving big girls can be pretty as well as brawny.
R4: Nadia jabbing-with, knocking Liz off her rhythm midring. Girls poking, then falling in: dangerous right hands skid past chin en-route to clinching. Brawny, grunting, catch-and-release fighting - NADIA actually showing some headiness here - engaging in a little punch and clutch. Liz thrown off when her jab's disrupted: Nadia able to reach in under blonde arms, walk her girl around. Bjorlin's strength in the clinch evident - she's able to bull Liz to ropes, squirm atop her until ref's breaks. Not a lot of damaging, clean blows, but Bjorlin gets some tummy-attrition on her elder blonde in the 4th.
R5: When Liz gets the jab off: different story. Nadia's head punched back early, putting her on the defensive: she's out there bobbing and weaving, alternating hand position as Liz executes smooth clockwise pivots. Berkley pursing her lips as she pumps stick and motors about: Liz moving with tigerish grace for a big girl. Nadia encircled, controlled midring, crouching towards Liz in earmuff, trying to stay fronted-up. Berkley dipping torso-left, reaching down the length of Nadia to lick her succulent left hooks in behind elbow. Gorgeous, clapping shots thick n' beefy, really tapping Bjorlin's reserves. Liz in wide stance, weight on that left leg: when she's finished with Nadia's body, blonde palms brunette shoulders and pushes her off big-girl, walking Bjorlin down thereafter. Bell: Nadia wobbly butt, lips parted, little frown of hurt on troubled brow...she's absorbing Elizabeth's best leather through 5.
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R6: Nadia bounces back - proving resilient tonight. Bjorlin slipping Lizzie's jab via good head movement: brunette plowing in, tying up, bodying blonde to ropes. Nadia fighting off Berkley's chest, palming blonde biceps to push the arms back: brunette wrestling into good punching solutions, cramming leather into trembling blonde midriff. Berkley hard-pressed: frowning, grimacing as she struggles against Nadia's push. Bjorlin controlling, keeping her body atop Liz, pinning her down, then pushing off to get room for a few plugging body shots before the next tie-up. Liz smothered at ropes - dipping to her left to hoist the odd snappy left uppercut into her tormentress, but unable to get weight forward against Nadia's constant press. Bell: bright smile Nadia as she pushes up off sullen, punished blonde - fist-pump for brunette en route to her corner reveals high spirits.
R7: Liz unveils her harshest, classiest jab yet, POUNDING away beneath Bjorlin's left eye, busting up her mouth. Circling clockwise, Liz quickly assumes control: Nadia out on the end of poke, crossing her arms or showing earmuff, bobbing on the spot. Heavy jabs set up the long, whack-batting hooks in behind Nadia's right elbow: strategic punch helping to soften Bjorlin, weakening her legs. Liz so smooth pivoting to her left - using the chicken-wing left elbow to nudge and steer, while also setting up those snappy left hooks/uppercuts downstairs. Nadia just sick about it, but unable to respond: she's demoralized this round, crippled to the body, picked apart. Bjorlin too strong to go down, but she's a helpless vixen late, covering up to take as Lizzie's getting off strapping whacks. Bell: Berkley pulls a forget-me-not hook across the bulging front of Nadia's breasts; ref jumps in hot as Bjorlin looks to answer.
R8: Nadia looking to renegotiate, pushes up the middle...Liz lines her up, bangs her jabs, slides back in good order as Bjorlin's offensive fizzle. One aborted rush after another...Liz fading to the apron, then turning before the ropes, leading Nadia into consistent punishment. Minute mark: Nadia's punched into compliance; Liz goes over to offence. OH those hooks behind the right elbow - Liz able to lean in, get 'em as Bjorlin crouches forward behind her mitts. The chicken-wing left elbow helping to turn Nadia; the cruel right uppercuts scooping at Nadia's tummy, or picking up her breasts. Methodical body-destruction softens Bjorlin up for some crashing right hands late. Nadia's drowsy face paste hard to starboard - her right hand at her chin as her head torques aside. She's hurt, wobbly butt, staring: Nadia staggering forward, instinctively trying to reach for Liz. Berkley extending on punches, scoring, using smart palm-pushes on Nadia's shoulders or guard to shunt her to either side.
R9: Liz jabbing Nadia into that weary side to side bob-and-weave midring: sets up those bitter left hooks in behind right elbow CHUP! Liz smiling mean, rotating left around her planted left leg: she's torturing Nadia now. Bjorlin all banged up - face jabbed to putty; body ravaged...still she's turning, trying to engage. Liz triggering the odd spiteful jab into Nadia's breasts: pounding overkill as Bjorlin's green push up creaks in protest. Liz palming Nadia's shoulders, pushing her, walking her down: blonde imposing big-girl will on her foe, walking Nadia down. Systematic punishment accrues...Nadia cringing, slowing as Liz gets off methodical. Halfway through, Berkley grinning as a series of hooks rips the guts of Nadia, leaving her breathless: chicken-wing left elbow nudges Nadia upright; extended left hand in chest spreads her out; right hand flashes long and strong across chin, tossing Nadia's head aside. Slamming cross locks up Nadia's knees - legs stiff as she starts to sit backwards - hands dangling forward, head drooping...then she crashes hard to her back, hands flinging up above her head. KO9 in devastating fashion, Liz Berkley: Nadia moaning, head lolling side to side as ref bodies seething blonde back.
After: Systematic demolition one of Berkley's best performances: she takes apart her violent foe like a biologist dissecting a frog. Berkley assumes strategic initiative vis-a-vis Righetti/Bjorlin - no word as yet on whether Liz will pursue the high risk move against Amanda. Triangle stabilized - bitter battling essentially stalemated as Righetti stops Berkley, Bjorlin stops Righetti, and Berkley stops Bjorlin: girls taking the opportunity to retreat to respective camps, lick wounds, and contemplate next moves. "I knew Liz would beat Nadia," Amanda Righetti tells Celebrity Ring. "We're more consistent than Bjorlin, more professional. I think if things continued, you'd see Nadia wear down against us - I really do. Then I'd probably outlast Liz because I'm stronger and younger. That's what I think anyway."
Liz angrily responds in BLONDE! Magazine: "I think I proved that I'm the best overall talent of the three of us. Righetti basically caught me with a lucky punch - otherwise I would've easily mastered those two. Plus, Nadia seriously reduced Amanda: I don't think Righetti's the same fighter after that beating. And you could probably say the same of Nadia after I got through with her. To me - those two are on the same level now: I've moved up because of this."
"It's just hard to say," a thoughtful Nadia contends in Soap Fighter: The Bible of Daytime Brawling. "I know I'm better than Amanda because I used her up. And I think I'm better than Liz, because even though she beat me, she was scared of me, and she's still scared of me. I'm the only one of the 3 of us who wants to continue on with the triangle because I'm the only one who truly believes she'll win in the end. I can't help being confident: that's just who I am!"
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