Unified Welterweight Title

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Posted by simguy on 6/9/2006, 7:16 am


Before: Gena's camp marked by upheaval - including an outrageous bare-knuckle brawl at the Bellagio with Mariah Carey that starts at the roulette wheel and ends in the lobby. Both vixens banned from the joint - all business as usual for Circus Nolin. "She's a handful," says her Krusher-appointed minder, "but we're learning that this is how Gena operates. When she's frisky, when she's getting into trouble - that's usually a good indication that she's focused on the fight, believe it or not. You can't call her distracted exactly: for Gena, distracted is good!" Taylor Cole the exact opposite: studious; a gym rat; up at 5am doing her road work - the kid is a model athlete/celebrity. "Gena's body won't stand up to rigorous inspection," Cole predicts in prefight. "I'll back her up, keep her butt in the ropes and work her midsection every round. Nolin's what I like to call a 'wilter' - she wilts, she fights in spots, she looks to take breaks. I won't give her any room to breathe. I WANT that title!" Taylor in royal blue bikini top, yellow trunks. Gena in pale peach bikini, punching pigtails.

During R1: Gena creep-stepping right, starts off by walking Taylor into that sweeping right uppercut to the midsection: Cole grunting under shivering contact, but marching through it. Taylor hands-high, palms out, keeping right at her temple while chopping out brisk jabs - Nolin flinching back from face-poke, driven to ropes at the minute mark as Taylor crowds in. Middle minute all Cole, working Gena over, punishing her: Nolin stooping forward behind her mitts, gasping as Taylor keeps her prefight promise to go body on the champ. Cole in a nice, muscular rhythm, shouldering in her jab to straighten Gena up, chopping right hands down onto the breasts, hooking the lungs and tummy; fitting a sidearm right sweet to paunch - Taylor's heavy mitts sounding out with fat, wet "CHUP" noises on Gena's torso. Nolin grimacing, sagging into ropes down the stretch - she's pulling down on Taylor's head, tieing up the arms. Cole working hard to maintain position off Gena's chest, pulling Gena's wrists down and cudgelling Nolin's jaw clubbing little lefts and rights in close. Bell: Taylor pushes up off Gena, turns away all business like...AND GENA SMOKES COLE, BACK OF THE HEAD! Taylor staggering forward in surprise, then turning in outrage - ref has to push seething beauties apart as Nolin creates chaos after the bell.

R2: Taylor encroaching on Nolin, hands high - choppy little jabs from the temple get Nolin leaning back, then rotating her torso in a big circle to weave the poke. Cole very economical for a big-girl, stepping in off the jab, getting short-arm leverage on tight hooks - she's got Nolin leaning away, back on her heels, and hitting ropes in the first minute. Taylor immediately stepping-to, fighting off Gena's chest: Nolin stacked up at the ropes, leaning in forehead-to-forehead with Cole for grinding action at close quarters. Taylor stamping for position, buttocks quivering with aggression as she holds her ground. Cole circling her hands outside-in to push down on Gena's forearms, then swatting at Nolin's chin. Taylor pushing in on Gena, stacking her up, then going to the body with short, chugging rights and lefts - taking big blonde in the ribs just below her breastline. Nolin's paunch well-clouted: Cole occasionally pushing in deep, then easing her right foot back to get gutting leverage on ripping hooks amidships. Nolin gasping, warned for pulling Taylor's head down, occasionally clipping her uppercuts while holding her. Dying moments, Gena covered up, twisting her shoulders side to side to slip shots - she dips, fits a short right hand into Taylor's trunks: brunette cries out, folding forward into blonde's arms and Gena wraps up tight, neatly disguising the foul as Cole wriggles impotently at the bell.

R3: Taylor aggressively forward, tapping out that brisk jab as she walks Gena down. Nolin snarling, stepping to her right, trying to keep that left shoulder pointed at Cole, looking for the rising right hand sweeper to Taylor's midsection. Minute mark, Gena gets it gooood - creep-steppin' right, rolls Taylor's right hand and coming back underneath with that gorgeous right to the pit of Cole's stomach! Taylor bunches up all cramped and hurt - Gena puts the hook on top, smashing brunette chin with beefy clout. Cole in desperate straits, pawing her jab, looking to come forward: Gena walks her in, lifts a stupendous right hand to the pit of Cole's tummy, lifting Taylor up onto her toes and pitching her forward again. Nolin beaming, taking a little half-step back to give herself room to operate, then PLOWING Taylor a pitiless right in behind the elbow, snug above the hip. Gena arches her back, cranks her hook underneath, taking Taylor brutally in the trunks; follow-up right hand underneath pounds Taylor's crotch, effectively crippling the young lass on the spot. Hammer blows to the back a mere formality - Cole rigid with pain, stooped forward, hugging herself - Gena snarling as she smashes away to kidney and backbone, bludgeoning poor Taylor to her knees. AND GENA'S STILL AT IT! Nolin clubbing away at Taylor's shiny white back - long arms flailing side to side with a muscular swabbing action - ref has to reach under Gena's arms, body her back as Nolin struggles to keep up the assault. Taylor snivelling, Taylor trembling - she tries and tries, but just can't coax life into her numbed legs. KO3 Nolin as Cole can't get off her haunches.

After: Gena Lee strutting hands high, nodding serenely, grinning against the outraged boos of the audience - brutal subjugation of a brave ingenue ratifies Nolin's status as a very hard-nosed champ indeed. And GENA WANTS MORE! Nolin bustling into the Cole corner, reaching down to hug Taylor up to her feet: brunette's eyelashes fluttering, lips pursed in groggy protest; Gena rough with her girl, pushes Taylor chest first into her own corner, propping Cole's left leg in the ropes to hang her up proper. G steps to the left, riding her left hand negiligently across Taylor's upperback. Nolin breaks into a malevolent grin, forming a straight, stiff paddle with her right hand, nodding in approval at her own intentions and GENA GOES TO TOWN ON TAYLOR'S BACKSIDE! Great clapping right hands - Gena pushing down with her left forearm onto Taylor's back to get appropriate leverage - right hands wailing the bejesus out of the horsey ride of Cole's proud rump. Taut, springy thickness to Cole's volleyball-honed backside - meat quivering tightly upon spank, offering firm resistance to Nolin's cruel clouts. Taylor hugging turnbuckle, tear-stained face tilted up, eyes shut tight as she barks sobs in sympathy with the beating. "WOOO!" Gena finally shouts upon completion of the project, reaching in to brush Taylor's hair off her face in a ridiculously gentle motion: all the better to see the pale devastation and shiny tears. Grim-faced welterweight beauties in the audience pursing lips, crossing arms as they take in the message: no question what sort of tyrant rules the division at the moment.