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24 January 2014 Gena Lee Nolin vs Moon Bloodgood

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Posted by simguy on January 24, 2014, 9:46 am

BEFORE: "You're gonna get beat, like your momma's takin' a paddle to your butt!" Gena promises Moon - blonde leaning over from the podium to face Bloodgood directly, jabbing a finger in the air for reference. Moon just shaking her head, showing Gena the palm. Gena straightens at podium to address the press. "This girl's a tramp. A hobo. She gets her ass beat by good fighters, and baby: I'm a legend. Moon Bloodgood doesn't deserve to share a stage with me, a ring with me - doesn't deserve to stand on the same scales...she's nobody and I'm Gena Lee Nolin! Who the hell you think's gonna win this fight? TEAM GENA, BABIEEEE!"

Moon reserved in contrast, ignoring Gena who's making faces in her seat; popping single bicep poses; talking on her cell throughout. "Talking's really Gena's game," Moon shrugs at podium. "I know she's a legend; I know she's in shape; I know she's no cupcake. Guys who say she's old or over the hill aren't in the ring with her; they don't know. She's going to fight like hell - we all know that, but I don't think it's going to matter. No disrespect to Gena - I think she still beats most welterweights. But the days when Gena could push me around a boxing ring are long, long gone."

Gena in baby blue halter-top twist-tied at jug; yellow hipster bottoms; white gloves; long blonde hair loose. Moon in pea-green halter twist-tied at jug; black hipster bottoms; black gloves; long tawny hair in loose apocalyptic tangles.

During R1: Gena steps briskly to midring, sets down in crouch, jabbing Moons tits/tummy to start. Moon hook-receipts the tits; tries for a right hand that Gena rolls-with; blonde answering via right hand to Moon's belly. Hook to jaw for Moon at close range; short right hands blunt to both chins inside...it's hot-tossing two-way as girls stand-and-deliver! Hammer and tongs big-girl slugging sets both racks a-jumpin', tests both chins, spanks out loud from rival tummies. Down the stretch, Moon pushing Gena's inner elbows walks blonde girl to ropes: Bloodgood able to take over as Nolin covers up earmuff. Moon strong to bell: head lowered, shoulders rolling, right/lefts licking hup-hup-hup at Gena's quivering paunch.

R2: Same again - women sorting each other out midring with stiff jabs from flat-footed crouches, graduating to hooks and crosses as fighters fall into close range. All even until Moon walks Gena to ropes: Nolin covers up, takes a shellacking as Bloodgood's able to square up and go. Moon thumpingly single-minded cleaning up late: rolling her shoulders - really fitting thick lefts and rights into Gena's toned midriff for points. Bell: Gena pissy with the ref - standing hands on hips, questioning him about the "low-blows" and why he's not warning Bloodgood for trunk-mugging.

R3: Women close - reaching in jabs, then attempting to clutch at the opponent's right arm with the extended left. Awkward slugging - both trying to toss in right hands to head, but each using the left well to ruin those plans. Leads to pushing and straining, slow counter-clockwise rotation, holding-and-hitting. Down the stretch, Gena rotates Moon to put Bloodgood between the ref and Gena Lee; out of the clinch, Nolin frees up her left hand, laps the hook to Moon's trunks; doubles it to trunks, then ties up as Bloodgood collapses groaning into Gena's arms. Right to the body from Gena as she's cuddling Moon; short right to the jaw as Gena's left arm rides loosely around Moon's neck; short right uppercut while controlling Moon's neck...DOWN GOES BLOODGOOD! Moon dropping to haunches-and-hands, face pinched, lips pursed, right hand pressing in between legs as Gena struts away all smug and happy.

R4: Back to the hard-working slop. Fighters angled-in together behind left shoulders - each reaching her left hand in to control the other's right arm - left shoulders bumping rival breasts in the turning clinch. Hard-working hold-and-hit - no clean contact: this is big women employing strength in the simple attempt to grind the opponent down. Final minute, Moon walks Gena to ropes - fighters still mouth-on-shoulder together. Moon: left hand pushing Gena's right inner-elbow down; quick-snatching right hand takes Gena to tummy; quick right uppercut picks up Gena's chin...BLONDE GIRL HURT! Nolin stunned, staring, loose at ropes: Moon able to drift a short right cross to chin, reload, then plow jugs via cruel right forearm at bell. Ref pulls Moon off: fighters exchange hardhearted glares as Nolin sags grumpily on ropes.

R5: Gena starting to become a believer in Moon's strength: Nolin looking to work from distance, pump that left jab. Flat-footed step-around gun-platform stuff - Gena circling slowly clockwise, shelling the stiff left jab, keeping the right near her cheek as she works. Moon with weight on right (back) foot, hands at cheeks and brows as she blocks poke...she's stepping-with, feeding Gena's jugs the odd locator-jab, looking to fetch Gena a swinging right/left to head. Even shelling until late: Moon falls-in behind the wide right/left; Gena covers up to block, then neatly checks Bloodgood to chin with the sneaky right uppercut. Moon wobbly-butt, momentarily buzzed...she's reaching for Gena's hips while Nolin's switching tight right/lefts across Bloodgood's jugs at bell.

R6: Grim, grinding, methodical slop. Outside it's gun-platform jabs shelling prepared defences; looking to work jug; looking to open up spots for right hands. Inside it's grueling hold-and-hit - both women so strong in the pocket, making it tough for either to get off clean. Moon able to walk Gena to ropes late and clean up gut for points: Nolin covering up earmuff, trusting her body to sponge Bloodgood's rangy tummy-clouts.

R7: Same - fighters just mucking it out together, each just being big-and-strong in or out of the clinch. Gena with the edge this time, getting a tight hook inside to chin to put Moon on her heels: short right to chin; short left hook taking Moon inside left shoulder has her reeling spellbound to ropes at bell.

R8: Fighters pate-to-pate, bumpin' and sluggin'...it's bruising fare midring. Moon bookending the round, outworking Gena in first and third minutes, but the second minute is decisive. Nolin ripping a series of short, jerking right uppercuts inside, picks Moon's chin up off Gena's left shoulder again and again, buckling Bloodgood's knees and putting her wobbly-butt for the points.

R9: Same: close behind the jab; lean in pate to pate; touch each other uppercuts/hooks/crosses inside. Bitter, big-girl banging...each lighting the other up on occasion, then grimly leaning in to make the opponent take weight. Down the stretch, fighters stooping forward cheek to cheek, pushing at each other's arms - Moon takes Gena's breath away with a vicious right/left swipe across gut. Hurtin' blonde girl wants to cuddle for a break: Moon jams the short right uppercut to chin inside; loops a chopping right in above Gena's left hip as blonde girl's crumpling forward...Moon rides her left forearm on Gena's upperback, helping blonde girl to her knees for the answer knockdown! Nolin beats the count all disheveled, open-mouthed, hair in her eyes...she's an exhausted beauty at the bell.

R10: Gena gunshy, staying on the apron, shifting to her right along ropes. Moon stalking, jabbing the body to fix Gena's position, then reaching in to body her deep to ropes...Bloodgood just brawling and mauling here, holding and hitting, making Gena take weight and punches both. Nolin wearing down, not punching back...she's mouthbreathing, tying up head-and-arm on Moon whenever possible for ref's breaks. Bloodgood patient, risk-averse - she's just bashing away on the dregs, beating the arms/torso; bodying up to smother; jostling and mauling, then pushing off to stalk-and-pound again. Gena systematically beaten, worn down by the accumulation, but late the round, she absorbs the hardest punch of the fight - a driving right cross that turns her head hard to starboard, ejects her mouthpiece into the front row. Strong blonde legs shake but don't give...Gena stands sloppy at ropes, draping arms around Moon, surviving to final bell. Comes back close UD10, Moony B.

After: Both women clearly drained - hard slogging affair decided by just a few punches here and there. "We knew it wouldn't be easy," Moon admits, battered face corroborating her story. "Gena's rattlesnake mean and prison-beef tough...I just had to get in there and take her apart brick by brick. I think I'm top tier though now, and I'm jealous about protecting my standing. I deserve to be a top 5, maybe top 3 name at welterweight, and that means getting Gena Lee Nolin beat anyway, anyhow you can - every time out."