Posted by Simguy on 9/8/2006, 6:58 am.

Before: Victoria’s enjoyed a lucrative summer contesting La Conquista on the beaches of southern French and Italian resort towns—earning a trip as the “Scourge of the Mediterranean” with a wake of olive-skinned, dark-haired beauties writhing in exhaustion behind her—why come back to the FCBA at this juncture? “Nadia’s been getting too much attention,” sniffs regal blonde in prefight, “When I first heard that we had acquired ‘the Next Ali Landry’, naturally I scoffed—but I see that management IS pampering Nadia and treating her exactly as though they believed that. Bjorlin has only thrived in my absence: a quick knockout should bring her some much-needed perspective!” Bjorlin shrugging off Vicki’s high-handed podium manner—getting used to FCBA-sized egos at this point, “It’s good to sort things out in a stable,” Nadia says. “Even though I’ve been carrying our colours this summer, and I’m clearly the top girl in our gym—Victoria’s away-campaign HAS created a bit of a welter-weight controversy behind the scenes. I’m anxious to establish my supremacy over her—O mean—everyone wants to be queen of their own gym. I want to secure my status here and that means putting Victoria in her place,” Vicki in metallic pink bikini, white gloves. Nadia in gold underwire bikini, white gloves.

During R1: Nadia crouching, driving into Victoria’s chest with a sturdy double-jab, right hand at cheek—blonde backpedaling to ropes early as ballistic brunette proves a handful. Simple game plan, Nadia: pin Silvstedt on the apron, nail her a hard right hand upstairs, then fight off taller girl’s chest to work the body. Victoria grimacing, tieing up behind Nadia’s elbows, pulling Nadia behind her head—brunette a strong, wriggling presence, suffocating blonde on the ropes, doing a good job of punching her way out of the clinches to keep Silvey under pressure bell to bell.

R2: Victoria loping to the right, snarl on classic lips, looking to walk Nadia into slinging right hands body or head. Good defense, Nadia—she’s moving her head well, staying low against her tall opponent and jabbing frisky—Bjorlin really taking the lessons of recent fights to heart. Nadia preoccupied with keeping her head out of Vicki’s crosshairs—unable to apply the same kind of pressure—but brunette still bringing fight to blonde, hounding Victoria around the ring in a tactical second.  

R3: Nadia scoot-stepping forward—well balanced in a slugger’s crouch—[pumping out that sporty double jab and NAILING Vicki the shock right cross as Silvstedt’s backing up—VICTORIA GOES DOWN! Silvstedt jerked a quarter-turn to her right on impact—head tossed hard to starboard—she sprawls on her back as crowd roars to its feet. Vicki awake=--hands above her head, knees flexed as she takes deep breaths, exhaling through pursed lips on her back—she’s up quickly at 8, having taken a moment to collect herself on the canvas. Nadia reading Vicki’s status correctly--brunette scooting in behind her jab, bringing her feet with her, catching Vicki another muscular right cross (blockaded as Vicki reclines into ropes, dukes up). Bjorlin settling into position--fighting off Vicki’s chest—working her over with solid big-girl basics. Nadia pushing her head in between Vicki’s gloves, pulling down on Vicki’s wrists, clubbing and clouting at Vicki’s jawlines, then busting her beefy downstairs. Nadia also starting to invest in Vicki’s biceps and breasts--good flat-knuckled wallop applied to blonde long limbs and heaving rack in a strong Bjorlin third. Bell: Nadia upbeat, smiling/bouncing back to her corner—she’s physically dominating her rival early.

R4: Victoria finally able to get weight forward and extend on a right hand, catching Nadia on her way in: Bjorlin  put instantly wobbly butt—brunette VERY shabby, stepping in fence post holes with a grimace of pain on her face. Vicki misses the follow-up right uppercut, but swinging left takes Bjorlin full in the chest—Nadia driven ropeside for the first time as Silvstedt surges. Middle minutes tense: Vicki looking for knockout—lashing Nadia thick left hands wide and driving right hands straight--but Bjorlin showing the mist mature pocket defense of her career in thwarting big blonde efforts. Nadia earmuffing you and bending low at the waist; leaning back into ropes while torso-twisting to point left shoulder at Vicki; clinching at Vicki to bog her down—Bjorlin able to survive, get her legs back. Final minute, Silvstedt starting to breathe hard from her efforts—Bjorlin able to turn into a blockbuster counter-right off the ropes to chin, BUCKLING VICKI’S LEGS! Victoria in sudden swoon—drooping forward into Nadia’s arms—brunette wrapping up, popping her hips to the right and muscling blonde to the ropes., neatly reversing position and BJORLIN’S GOING TO TOWN! Thudding beatdown issued—Nadia much more rapid with her fists when it’s her turn, putting punches together to shattering effect. POOR VICKI! Silvstedt cowering behind her mitts, shuddering under the effect of Nadia’s concussive fists—blonde wilts sideways into ropes, giving up her right flank as she covers up her head and folds forward. Brunette squares away, rotating her shoulders to pump methodical chugging lefts and rights into the offered ribs, hip and shoulder of her foe to the bell. Crowd loving the work—Nadia a vibrant, jiggly presence in the ring when she gets going: brunette chests up on disheveled blonde, lets her hear all about it as ref takes a hand late.

R5: Victoria deeply discouraged—she had Nadia rocked and hurt in the fourth, but brunette finished up the stronger vixen—Bjorlin emerges with the upper hand in the fifth. Patient stalking from Nadia—none of that reckless rushing stuff that got in her trouble against some recent opponents—Bjorlin keeping the right hand up, pumping her stubby jab, bringing her feet forward as she cuts off the ting and hounds Silvestedt. Victoria scowling, pushing out don’t-hurt-me jabs, shying away from her aggressive foe—Silvestedt forced to circle the apron, unable to contest midring with bright-eyed Nadia. Pressure pays off late—Nadia finally drives one if those brutal right hands in between Vicki’s mitts, pounding blonde head over top rope and dazing Silvstedt once again. Bjorlin able to clean up lusty, laying in on Vicki’s chest and bludgeoning Silvey’s arms, breasts, ribs to bell. Nadia yelping with pleasure as she jumps away. Raising her right mitt and beaming in tyroiumph: Victoria sulking, wincing gingerly to her stool—looking shopworn after 5 minutes rounds of Nadia.

R6: Vicki trying to stand her ground midring, punch right hands with Nadia—Bjorlin getting jolted even as she ;s trying to impose her own will in similar fashion. Spirited two-way erupts—Silvstedt snarling as she unleashes big, strapping rights over the top: Nadia much more economical, touching Vicki the jab first to get blonde leaning back—brunette crosses finding more chin/cleaner chin as a result. Vicki stubborn and competitive, but finally driven to ropes once again: Once she feels the touch of cable at her back, she covers up face-in-gloves, tilts forward to soak. Bjorlin smiling through her mop up, just treating herself to Vicki’s ribs with thick, belting shellack; working in the Silvstedt guard via bumping uppercuts; pulverizing Vicki’s toned arms, numbing them. Good, steady beatdown leaves Victoria in tears standing in her eyes—Bjorlin grinning, strutting back ti her corner with hands raised once again.

R7: Nadia driving Victoria back with that stout, consistent jab—Silvstedt just sick about it as she hits ropes once again. GUTTING straight right hand thrust hard to Victoria’s body—Bjorlin driving into a shattering blast, wrenching a heartrending cry from anguished blonde. Nadia merciless, squaring away as Silvstedt curls around her body-pain-bludgeoning at blonde flanks and back. Weepy Silvstedt manages a clinch, but gets stacked roughly in the ropes for the break—Nadia imposing her gold brown body on Vicki whenever possible. Just relentless now—ref pushing Nadia off—Bjorlin wading back in as Vicki just lolls sadly on the ropes, face in gloves. Nadia just processing meat now—bludgeoning and bashing short, clubbing strokes, bouncing mits off hips, ribs, arms—loosening and bullying Vicki in order to get at tummy, tits and chin. Comprehensive stuff—Bjorlin simply irresistible, pressing in on Vicki, either battering her or smothering her—it’s all too much. Late the round—a blubbering, dazed Victoria Silvstedt droops gasping to all fours, spits out her mouthpiece and sways shivering on hands and knees. KO7 in hamhanded fashion—Nadia Bjorlin.

After: Bjorlin positively glowing with triumph—stepping to Victoria and battering her tonight: balanced performance probably Nadia’s most professional to date. “I don’t know what she was expecting,” Nadia chirps in postfight. “it’s almost like she expected me to shrivel up and blow away at the weigh-in. I LOVED fighting Victoria==I was very comfortable with her and who knows? Maybe I’ll take a trip to the Med and mop her up in La Conquista as we;;l! Can you imagine? Poor Vicki would be beside herself!”

Reposted by Archer 7/11/13.