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8 June 2010 Bridget Regan vs Torrie Wilson

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Welter Clambake: (read second)

Posted by simguy on 6/8/2010, 5:38 pm

BEFORE: Former multi-time champ Torrie licking her chops at the prospect of fresh meat. "Everyone's curious about Bridget, and everyone wants to be the first to expose her," an excited Torrie gushes in prefight. "i can't wait. I'm definitely the toughest fight she's had - and I'm a heartbreaker for girls like her. I was the one who burst Kristanna's bubble after all: when you want to find out the truth about a big-girl, you book her against me!" Bridget equally excited: small syndicated TV show celebrity one of the most highly touted welters in recent memory...she knows there's pressure on her to perform. "Torrie IS a heartbreaker for up and coming welterweights," Bridget admits, "but that's why I've got to test against her. If you can beat up the biggest, buffest blonde on the block, you're gonna get noticed. I just want to step to Torrie and make it a rough, hard hitting fight. From the tape I've watched, I think Torrie's a little soft - doesn't like to rough-house. I want to get in that million dollar body of hers and get her thinking 'quit' as soon as possible!" Torrie in silver/white bikini - coming to the ring in fuzzy white cowboy hat, white leather chaps and Sante-fe style silver/torquoise belt, bangles, necklace etc (all removed for the fight of course); white gloves; white suede boxing moccasins to mid calf with fringes. Bridget in tan western-motif bikini with fringes; black gloves; tan suede moccasins to the ankle - fringed.

During R1: Torrie shakes Bridget up with a BOOMING left to breadbasket off a sneaky lead right up top: Regan steppin' in fence post holes early. Torrie punishing her girl to follow up - beating Bridgy about her head and shoulders as Regan struggles to rally...blonde takes brunette for 4-corner tour of the ring the hard way. Final minute, Regan bangin' back: snarling brunette beauty catches Torrie a torrid right uppercut - puts the hook on top and DOWN GOES TORRIE! Shoe's on the other foot: swaying 8 Torrie...she's a frazzled beauty, forming earmuff to await Regan's assault. ON COMES BRIDGET! Regan absolutely stunning on the attack - all blazing blue eyes, bared white teeth as she heaves and reefs home the leather. Huge, walloping blasts bounce off lats/ribs/waist - poor Torrie stooped forward behind her mitts, baby-stepping forward under hellish onslaught. BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Tremendous clobbering siege batters Torrie to all fours: she's sniveling, crying, trying to get her bearings. Bell: Wilson trembling, blinking back tears, badly pinking up on both flanks; Regan still wobbly-butt herself, but seething - ref has to body her back to enforce the break.

R2: Torrie creep-steppin' to her right - flopping out the don't-hurt-me jab - just keeping Bridget at arm's length. Regan storming the gates, but Torrie showing veteran guile: she's gobbling her brunette up in clinches - or dipping down to accept Bridgy onto the left shoulder, the better to bump her back. Midway through, charging Bridget gets caught a nasty check hook: Torrie's weight on back (right) leg as she walks Regan and DOWN GOES BRIDGET! Answer knockdown for Torrie has her strutting to neutral corner, tossing blonde locks off sweaty shoulders. Regan up - fresh, but wary: she's cautious coming off the ropes after 8. Torrie in command - circling left - jabbing to Bridgy's breasts or midsection, just keeping Regan off. Regan circling, keeping dukes up, getting herself together after feeling Wilson's power.

R3: Torrie in command of her ingenue: veteran blonde showcases her craft. E-Z steppin' clockwise - Torrie pumping out jabs - right (back) heel up off canvas in organized, forward aspect. Bridget getting shelled, forms peek-a-boo, muscles her way inside...but when she gets there, Torrie's just palming shoulders to shove Regan back outside where she belongs. Slow pace - perfect for methodical blondes: Torrie picks Bridget over at leisure - occasionally humbling that rack via spanking, scolding jabbage. Bell: Bridget visibly disgusted with herself...she gets a lecture in her corner - trainer reminding her of the Torrie-busting plan they all worked so hard on.

R4: Bridget unpacks her jab - lips curling off her teeth as she pokes for Torrie's jugs. Jabs cancel out...Bridgy able to lean in/carry riotous right hands to Torrie's jaw: big blonde punched out of her stance, frequently stunned by clanging connects. Inside, Bridget rough with her blonde - pushing and wrestling wtih Torrie, muscling her to ropes, throwing hard shoulders in there. At one point - Bridget lowers head, pumps away right/lefts square to paunch: thudding onslaught has Wilson ashen-faced, tying up all coughing/stricken. Down the stretch, REGAN WANTS RACK! Hook smites across Torrie's chest front, draping her on ropes...Bridget leans in to lay a strapping right across jug, pounding home with a cracking spank. Torrie bleating in shock: been a long time since she's been rung up to jug like that!

R5: Bridget beats Torrie relentlessly, savagely, comprehensively and utterly without pity. Starts in Torrie's gut when a series of carving, palm-down rights and lefts beats blonde into stuporous forward droop. Regan reaches in under blonde arms, chesting Torrie to ropes, stacking her up for processing. Pulverizing side-to-side shellack administered - Bridget wide-eyed - dipping side to side as she pulls clubbing wallops onto wilting blonde - bludgeoning apart the defences, ringing up the skull, battering those heaving jugs. More bodying stack-ups: Torrie coming apart, slopping about - Regan has to prop her up to sustain the beatdown. Thudding, barbaric work amidships: Bridget pursing her lips as she rams home right hands; Torrie sobbing out, pitching forward, giving up her right flank to withering hook-fire behind the elbow. Muscular right uppercuts brush Torrie back up against ropes, eyelashes fluttering, lips pursed; whirling palm-down left/rights get after that ribcage again, buckling Torrie's legs. On and on and on - all Bridget Regan on Torrie Wilson - only blonde's world-class, curvy legs holding her up and most other essential systems shut down. Bell; Bridget panting, hair in her eyes as she cocks the right hand high but doesn't pitch it. Torrie reeling, hair in HER eyes, mouth open - she's shuddering, hugging her battered body...Bridget pleads with ref to stop it as Wilson's smudging along ropes, trying to limp in to port for repairs. Cindy Crawford tweeting from ringside: "Stick a fork in Torrie: she's done!"

R6: Bridget exhausted...Torrie ruined...shabby battlers slink to midring, dukes up, elbows in. Bridget pawing jabs - Torrie blinking, forming peek-a-boo...they fall in together, stumbling around in weary embrace - each trying to be the stronger. Fight stumbles into ropes...veteran Torrie tying up behind Bridgy's elbows, twisting her into ropes, making her take weight. Regan struggling to reverse Torrie into ropes...girls shoving desultory right hands into offending guts while reaching left arms in under opposing rights. Sloppy, sluggish stuff - lots of tummy-to-tummy straining as girls twist and push for position, or work out of the wrap. Ref issuing constant warnings to Torrie for holding: she's outworked, but blonde strings things out, gets herself together after a disasterous 5th.

R7: Battered Torrie still flat-footing around all heavy-legged/open-mouthed...but she's drawing Bridget into one cunning trap after another. Wilson jabbing, dropping in the right, then tying up: Regan caught time and again in cagey blonde punch-n'-clutch. Working on the inside, Torrie controls Bridget with left shoulder in brunette chest - fitting nuisance rights into straining tummy/shiny flank/vulnerable hip. Regan stumbling in the grasp - hating the touch of Torrie's tummy and jug, but unable to extricate herself. Classic vexing round has blonde working her way back into the fight! Mandy Moore twittering from ringside: "Torrie's pulling Bridget into the swamp! Yay!"

R8,9,10: Sloppy, stumbling minutes...Regan constantly drawn into muscular clinches and walked around...Torrie refusing to stand-and-swap with her younger foe in anything like a free-swinging melee. Very little clean punching as Torrie either jabs her way in to clinch, or walks Bridget into clinches...then it's tummy-to-tummy writhing as big girls stumble into ropes. Ref issuing warnings to Wilson, but she's cagey - punching just enough to Regan's body to keep the official off. Bridget whining in frustration - constantly petitioning the ref: blonde veteran well inside her foe's head at this point, driving Bridget crazy. Lots of slugging in the grasp with the girls riding left arms round the other's back while shoving home righty: panting, strained faces as one or the other dominates. Final bell - Regan seething, not happy with Torrie: Wilson happy to string things out to a decision and take her chances. Comes back UD10 CLOSE - Bridget Regan.

AFter: Torrie all busted up, impassive at the verdict: veteran did well to go the route following a fifth round that should have stopped her. Learning curve for Regan: she got bogged down and frustrated tonight, stripping her of an almost certain KO over the former champ and all-world blonde stunner. "Yeah, I have some learning to do," a chagrined Regan admits in postfight. "I was just too pre-occupied with the official - I mean - at first, I wanted him to stop it when she was obviously out at the ropes; then she was holding me and refusing to fight, and I was bytching the guy out - but the truth is, it's up to me to break Torrie down and finish her. I have to deny her all that grabby Mandy Moore crap. I'm lucky I knocked Torrie down all those times, 'cause she could have bamboozled me for a draw, and that would have been a heartbreaker. Yes I won, but not the way I wanted to, and I'll definitely finish any girl who tries that stuff again!" Sets up more welter-controversy at Bazz with Regan and Bloodgood both looking like Alphas...no word yet on how that house intends to deal with the issue.