WELTERWEIGHT/MIDDLEWEIGHT TITLE

Posted  by simguy 10-8-04. (Thanks to Ginny for this repost)

PROLOGUE: From "After the Tyra Banks/Gena Lee Nolin Bout of 1 Oct 2004")

After: Tyra hands on hips, bitter about the call - supermodel was coming on in her best effort ever against Gena, but too much given away early in the bout to get it all back. Camera pans to catch Ali talking business-like on a cell-phone - hard to say whether the effort was good enough for this hardhearted taskmistress. Gena crowing, carrying on, dousing herself in water - she's just about to give her interview when KRISTANNA LOKEN GRABS THE MIKE! Stunned bureaucrats hang around, unable to make a decision as Kris in dazzling open-neck blouse, silver belt and white leggings asks Gena point blank: "When's it going to 'me' time? Hey, Gena? When are we going to dance? I want an answer, right now!" Gena hands up in conciliatory fashion, backing away, clearly intimidated, but that all changes when an official tugs on Loken's sleeve and distracts her for a split second. CLOTHESLINE! Gena laying a beefy right arm HARD across Loken's throat, putting Krusher stunned on her back in a thunderclap. Quick as a 150 pound bunny Nolin straddle-mounts Loken, left hand tugging the metallic blue silk shirt to position Kristanna and NOLIN'S POUNDING AWAY RIGHT HANDS! Camera's already there - good shots of Loken going out, head snapping to the side then lolling back, eyes staring, mouth open in shock like she's ready to French kiss the next fist. Nolin cold-blooded as she pours it on, sick grinning snarl on cruel lips as she gets her shoulder behind driving blows before FINALLY being hauled off. Gena screaming, writhing, kicking awkwardly at Loken's hip as Kris rolls semi-consciously onto her side. "BOOK THE FIGHT!" Gena's screaming, "BOOK THE FIGHT!" So I guess there's our answer. GENA BREAKS AWAY! Where's that damn Swan Lake tape! Nolin falling on top of Kris as Loken's hips are turned sideways, her chest flat to the mat - Gena facing Loken's legs gets torso onto Kris' waist to keep Krusher pelvis open. Nolin's left hand takes hold of the back of Loken's stretch pants and that RIGHT HAND POUNDS AWAY! GLN supported on her left haunch, weight out over Loken, right hands stuffing into tender tummy and defenseless groin. Nolin staring remorselessly out into the crowd as she crams home the hurt - Loken groggily lifting her wet face off the mat with a muted "uhhhh..." with each thundering blow, her legs reflexively jerking, trying to curl up to protect her loins. Gena methodical - using the back of her right hand to push Kristanna's thigh away, all the better to get back in there and WORK! Once again, officials finally wrestle Nolin away, leaving Loken curled in a throbbing little ball of sobbing agony.

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Nolin's heinous post-match attack on Loken makes mainstream news - gotta hand it to Gena - fight's a lucrative prospect with all the Celebrities Gone Wild type attention. Shrewd marketing ploy or cowardly act to pump up self-confidence - experts are split on what Gena's motivations were. "I don't care why she did it," says Kristanna of the devastating Pearl Harbor. "All I know is she's going to pay for it. If she thought suckering me would make me afraid of her, she's in for one nasty shock come fight night." Nolin milking the notoriety, but the street brawling is overshadowing legitimate big-woman skills that have seen her regain a title. As BLONDE! magazine says, "If Gena only realized how good she can be and had confidence in herself - she could be something special." Loken battling in ivory white lace push up and panties - Gena coming to the ring in the Valkyrie chariot, full length white seal pup cape, horned helmet over golden pigtails - battle bikini: white seal pup top, chinchilla bottoms.

Rd 1: Nolin straight to Loken's trunks with a pumping three punch combo, driving in with her shoulder on follow through, tackling Kris to the canvas for fight's first take down. Struggling, writhing mat work - ref breaks it up - big delay in the bout as warnings are meted out with the phrase "Man, I mean it!" Immediate return to senseless brawling - girls falling into each other's arms, Gena bodying Loken to ropes, grinding away with the head, getting a forearm up into Loken's throat and bending her back over the top rope. Down the stretch, Kristanna smartens Gena up: three lancing right hands crashing over G's low left, popping against the side of her jaw - Nolin's legs shook, knees concertina - she reels stupefied to the ropes, grabbing on with her right arm as bell sounds to save her.

Rd 2: Reckless melee of the first replaced by more patient, professional stuff. Girls stepping, pawing lefts at one another, looking for right hands. Midway through it's Gena - leaning in with the cross and tagging Loken as she's trying to roll away. Punch catches too much of the chin - Krissy's legs can't handle it. Loken clinching hurt - Gena walking her to the ropes and slamming a crude left forearm smash under the line of breasts, then going to town cheap. G keeping her body on Kris, pump-cramming a big right hand to the belly, working out of the wrap to jam rights to the jaw. Loken held and hit, pressed sweaty against the ropes soaks it up in the second.

Rd 3: Loken uses her legs, embarrassing Gena with the mobility. Kris up on her toes, dancing like a lightweight - using the ring as she circles. Gena flinching when Loken feints, Gena catching the jab on her brow, glowering back but unable to clear the holster. Breezy shutout Loken as she touches Nolin up a classy stick.

Rd 4: Gena looking for right hands, but Loken doing a nice job of fading at the last minute or jabbing over Nolin's right shoulder to abort the punch on the launch pad. Kris slowly imposing her will/athleticism on her foe, establishing the jab, owning the ring territorially. Worrisome to Gena: Loken's walking Nolin back in the clinches, holding G against the ropes for the breaks - Gena had really counted on being the stronger beauty. Late the round, Kris bangs out the points with another 3 right hand series - unusual to see a big woman pump and reload but she's stunning Gena the first punch, moving her sideways with the second and third. Nolin once again rescued by the bell as she stares groggily from the ropes, ears ringing.

Rds 5-6-7: Kris Loken sets about breaking her girl down brick by brick. Loken stepping workmanlike outside, putting her jab on Gena long, strong and pounding. Lefts spank off the brows and eyes, dot the upper chest, slant down into smooth tummy. G grunting, wincing on impact, crossing her arms, weight on her back foot - she's turning to face Loken or backing up - clearly repulsed by the spearing stick. Kris occasionally leaning into shearing right crosses, turning over her right ankle as she pitches it HARD to Gena's chest - big splattering blows driving G back - Nolin gasping, eyes haunted and moist as Loken starts systematically walking her down. Belly jab landing with thick smack - Loken deliberately getting it to drain Nolin's energy - big G can't do a a thing about it and after seven, she's mouth breathing, clearly shopworn. Gena's few offensive rushes look desperate - Loken able to manage them with intercepting palms and pushing sidesteps, or clinching, and walk Gena back muscular for breaks.

Rd 8: GENA'S RIGHT HAND! Loken's neutralized Nolin's tomahawk all night long, but it loops hard to the pate early in the eighth, unhinging Kristanna's legs. KRis dukes at her temples, sagging into the ropes for support - she's rocked, Gena hungry as Nolin steps in to work. G pressing her left forearm into Krissy's forward guard to stabilize, then swinging beefy rights to the hip, bicep and waist - Loken riding it out, leaning forward, then getting stacked up as Nolin bodies up. Methodical stuff - G bashing away, wrapping 'round, stacking up - Loken too shabby to respond. 10 second mark, veteran Gena lowers her shoulder and gets into Loken's trunks with chewing lefts and rights. Kris gurgling, bunching forward - she's folded into Gena's arms and held against the ropes as champ purrs in grimy satisfaction at the hurt.

Rd 9: Low blows look to have take some of the spark out of Loken - Gena able to stalk forward now, find Loken with measuring jabs - Nolin leaning into swinging right hands to the head to drive Kris into retreat. Loken hurt, but alert, hands up - she's bouncing off the ropes like a Billiards master, angling around Gena, diffusing the pressure with ring management. Final minute - Gena loading up and looping the right - Loken times it, steps inside with a much shorter, straight right to the chin and GENA'S ROCKED! Nolin's tomohawk sails over top Loken's back - Nolin staggers to her right. Loken nice and compact steps in with a right clean on the jaw, steps and cracks it again behind the ear as Nolin topples sideways and GENA GOES DOWN! Big G rolls to her back, head lolling, lips pulled back in pain, eyes squinting shut as she tries to shake it off but NO! KO9 for the winner and NEW welterweight champ - Kristanna Loken!

After: Supreme satisfaction in Loken's eyes as she drinks in the sight of humbled Nolin. Gena's torso shuddering as she blubbers on her back, ring filling up with officials and entourages, Loken strutting hands held high. Upon recovery, Nolin is heartlessly tugged up off her stool and guided round the ring by victorious Loken - Kris with a brawny right arm firm around Gena's waist, whispering meanly in Gena's ear how Loken COULD beat kidneys with impunity but would never stoop so low - Nolin just wants it to be over. "I told her she's finished," says a glowing Kristanna in post-fight. "She did everything she could to hold me back and I conquered the wench with irresistible force. Gena Lee Nolin's done - she'll be booking her next bout on a cruise ship somewhere. As for me - I mean to turn back every celebrity on earth north of 130 and the Krushers are in a tremendous position to dominate boxing again. I'm herding girls in towards lightweight where Charlize will finish them off - Pressly's hounding everyone who can make weight up to bantam where Cuthbert can polish them off - we've got the FCBA surrounded, hemmed in, and demoralized!"