Posted by simguy on 11/9/2007, 7:03 am"

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Before: "Keibler?" Gena taunts from the podium, acting all incredulous. "You lost to Stacy Keibler? Torrie - can you honestly see Keibler lasting 2 minutes with this? (points both thumbs to herself) Baby, I'm all that and then some - how can anyone think we're rivals? Rivals test each other; I'm just gonna treat myself to you all one way - there's no 'rivalry' about it!" Wilson chest heaving, nostrils flaring - she's barely under control during rebuttal. "You're right Gena, how can anybody think we're rivals when I look the way I do, and you're this fat lump of goo begging people to think you're hot? Baywatch was what? 20 years ago? Stick a fork in yourself already! All I can say is I can't WAIT to get into that soft gut of yours and do work. That's right Gena - I'm going tummy on you and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!" Cue brawl: you can't threaten Gena's tummy in public and get away with it. Nolin in baby seal pelt fur bikini and fluffy fighting moccasins; white gloves. Torrie in silver-white bikini with subtle white filigree trim; fluffy white fighting moccasins (fake fur though), white gloves.

During R1: Gena creep-steppin' right - dragging that front (left) foot, tracing little ovals in the air with a dangling left hand; right hand cocked at chest; extreme closed-stance for Gena (left shoulder pointed towards Torrie). Nolin supple and subtle - feinting Torrie, turning her, coming at her with sudden wide left hooks and vicious straight rights in combination, jabbing as she backs out to regroup. Wilson glaring, inching forward behind her gloves, not getting off: too much following and watching from Torrie. Midway through, G executing her counterclockwise rotation, luring Torrie - Nolin stoop-jabs tummy, stoop jabs tummy, then ROARS over the top a right hand flush to chin: DOWN GOES TORRIE! Wilson thundering to her back, blinking in astonishment, arms outstretched - Gena struts past and casually steps down on Torrie's left bicep! Wilson crying out, pulling her arm in, hugging it and rolling to her side - Nolin struts to neutral corner, shaking out long blonde locks while ignoring barking ref. Wilson given 8 - Gena wades in, dragging a thick right hand to Torrie's trunks, then cuddling her to ropes as Wilson slumps forward. Nolin on Torrie big-girl to bell - G holding and hitting, working out of the wrap, plugging her right hand into Torrie's tummy, trunks and tits as ref issues repeated breaks, pulling at Gena to enforce 'em.

R2: G all over T - but slowly, methodically. Nolin not going right at Torrie as most expected: Nolin slide-steppin' to her right, luring Wilson forward, walking her into ambushes. Wide, loose left up top gets Torrie covering up: leaned in heavy right hands pound at the guard, muscling Torrie off her stance. Nolin's jab stiff off her hip - spanking at Torrie's tummy and tits, just keeping her occupied as Nolin rotates and looks for angles. Gena feinting like Claire Danes in there - really has Wilson flinching through 2.

R3: Torrie adjusts - smart moves with feet and hands undress Nolin a little this round. Job one - pivot-step to the right exposes Gena's back as Torrie outflanks Nolin's closed stance. Nolin forced to retreat, or turn into punches - she can't punch from the bad angle. Wilson jabbing at Gena's left shoulder or breast - touching her, keeping her occupied while inducing Nolin to ropes. At ropes, Torrie's ducking in, pounding right/left to the midsection, then pancaking Gena to cables, making Nolin take weight until ref's break. Wilson's nostrils flaring, eyes blazing - she's seething, but systematic, going about her tasks with solid big-girl punch n' clutch.

R4: Torrie continues to claw at the Nolin lead - turning Gena's left flank, inducing her to ropes, thumping her thick amidships, then bodying up for breaks. Gena whining about the holding, griping about low blows, but doing little offensively to make Wilson behave. Torrie safety conscious, smothering Gena after scoring on her - creates big-girl stop and go action, but it's a pace and style Wilson can control Nolin with.

R5: Gena cranky, sullen, frowning - Torrie's got her backing up and taking punches. All around the ring - Wilson stalking Gena effectively, herding her ropeside, cornering her, pounding at her midsection and ribs, tieing her up. Nolin gratefully accepting clinches while her corner's screaming at her to "PUNCH!" - Krushers want Gena working on the inside. Torrie going belly to belly with Gena and forcing Nolin into the ropes, pushing her so aggressively at times that Nolin's back bends over the top strand. Sloppy mauling as the girls ride left arms around each other's head while plugging away righty to body - ref breaking this stuff up, pulling at brawny blonde arms and issuing a steady stream of warnings. Gena flushed - hot and bothered by Torrie's sweaty tactics - at the bell, Nolin dips her left shoulder, clouts Torrie a hook to trunks that has Wilson yelling and stamping away in agony. Boos from a shocked audience - scolding from the ref - Gena scowling, unrepentant.

R6: Gena firming - squaring up her stance a little to take away the cheap angle Torrie's been getting - Wilson drawn into more head-on toe-to-toe as a result. Sloppy, close-in brawling midring as girls embrace each other, then hold and hit - Gena mauling Torrie effectively, cramming right hands to trunks and tummy, weakening Torrie's knees. Wilson stepped in stages to ropes - her mouth open, hair disheveled: Gena's got position, starting to really plow in those right hands downstairs out of the wrap. Second minute sees Torrie gasping, fretting, her back against ropes as she's pushed, bullied, and clobbered: Gena really getting big on Torrie and putting systematic leather to her. Thick pounding of Torrie's biceps has her drooping, nearly defenceless for the third minute: Gena gets after her accordingly. Softening barrage of short, pumping lefts and rights shovels into Torrie's groin, crumpling her forward with a soft gurgle and sleepy eye-flutter - Then Gena goes to work with big, strong-arming right hands to hip and back, smashing away at Wilson's chassis with sledgehammer finesse. WILSON GOES DOWN! Snivelling, slow descent for Torrie as she cringes to all fours, body humming: GENA STOMPS WILSON'S BACK! Soft-soled moccasin boot to the back very workmanlike - Gena's right leg doing the work, her arms upraised. Wilson in a fog, sits on her left hip, blinking - GENA'S STILL STOMPING! G putting moccasins to the seated girl's broad white back - Torrie sitting there in stupor, grunting as she takes - ref finally tackling Nolin off as crowd boos reach deafening crescendo. Poor Wilson sitting there blubbering, dazed - Nolin read the riot act at ropes as ref struggles to maintain order.

R7: G on T: ropes. Torrie's blonde curls in her eyes, lips parted - she's bedraggled, shopworn, getting pushed and bullied. Nolin reaching under Wilson's arms and chesting her to ropes, then belting away - big, fat, strapping rights and lefts clobbering at either bicep, either jug, smashing the chest and ribs with broad, slopped-on strokes. Torrie grimacing, covering up, or looking to clinch - at times she can hold Gena for ref's break, but Wilson's not getting any work done. Good belly-to-belly dominance from Nolin - she's fierce, breathing hard back to her corner as Torrie limps to hers in tatters.

R8: G back on T: ropes. Torrie dukes up, leaning into ropes, blocking shots upstairs while absorbing terrible shellack to ribs and waistline. Wilson's curvy legs holding her up, but G's getting a good strong look at her here, really walloping away. Midway through - G very wide and ponderous to Torrie's body: Wilson finally picks Gena up a short, clipping right uppercut counter to put Nolin wobbly butt. G hurt, reaches in to clinch: Torrie stuffs a thick right hand to tummy, then muscles Gena back with a hearty push, getting Nolin on her heels. Torrie grimly forward - flat footed and worn down herself, but she's trudging into Gena, laying in thick rights and lefts to midsection, backing Nolin length of the ring. T on G: ropes - Torrie extending her left to stabilize Gena for drifting right crosses - tossing Nolin's head hard to starboard - crowd roaring as Nolin's legs and backside look ready to go. GENA WON'T HAVE IT! Nolin out on her feet, slugs on autopilot, cramming a desperate right hand to Torrie's gut and hooking her mouth to put Diva queasy-kneed. Ramshackle beauties slop away hurt - big blondes open-mouthed, swaying on the spot as they swap clapping right hands and slapping hooks. Crowd delirious as two big blondes just smite each other back to the stoneage.

R9: Krusher trainer adamant, telling Gena: "You will beat this girl to the jugs, G - pound her jugs and she'll go." Nolin plods out to comply, wading into Torrie's healthy rack with plowing lefts and rights - enough to back Wilson up, but clearly not enough to force the promised stoppage. Torrie firms at the ropes, slugging back to tummy with both arms pumping - girls lean in breathless, mouth on shoulders, lapping and shoving away in exhausted fashion downstairs. Nolin landing low on a regular basis, but it's largely unintentional - more a function of the way the girls are slumping into and leaning against each other. Torrie groaning at the treatment and answering back in kind: Gena grimacing, sighing in pain as her own trunks are pumped. Big girls reach round each other's ribs, walking and tieing each other up - action getting big and slow as girls stagger around in mutual embrace, groping for the off switch.

R10: Torrie pushes into Gena: Nolin can't hold canvas. Gena bodied to ropes - Torrie's the fitter girl down the stretch, squaring on Gena and going at her methodical. Wilson mouthbreathing, but staying on G - using the left shoulder/elbow to prop Gena, fixing her position for the belting rights and lefts to follow. Nolin glum, covering up earmuff when she leans back against ropes; crossing her arms against body when she leans forward. Job of work for Torrie to punch at Gena, and body up on her as necessary to stack - Krusher beauty being treated like deadweight at Torrie manages her blonde. Bell to bell Wilson - she hasn't got stopping power at this point, but thumps away on Gena, beating Nolin numb and blubbery by the bell. Comes back UD10 - Gena Lee Nolin!

AFTER: 5 rounds a piece, Torrie getting good work done - but Nolin's heavier mitts producing the fight-winning knockdowns. Torrie blubbering a bit in postfight, blinking back tears of confusion - Gena sees it, immediately chests up to get some quality taunting done as officials move in smartly. "I gave her a tramp's beating," Gena brays in postfight, "A hobo's beating. She's just a big dumb blonde who loves to absorb punishment from what I can see. Honestly, that was an easy night in the office for me - I did what I wanted, when I wanted, and pretty much had my way with her."

Simguy



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