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23 July 2010 Gena Lee Nolin vs Kate Walsh

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Posted by simguy on 7/23/2010, 9:46 am

BEFORE: Thickest security in FCBA history at these prefight events: thin screen of FCBA lackwits bolstered by men sent by Cindy Crawford and Cat Bell to keep the peace. "Everything is in place," smiling Kate Walsh says at podium. "My foe is exhausted before she even steps in the ring; she comes to me beaten and stopped to the body - by a woman I set in motion through 'anonymous' hints to BLONDE! magazine - Gena Lee is finished. I mean to end her career in this bout: one last shattering blast to remove her stain from the FCBA forever!" Nolin growling - constantly watched - she's definitely vexed, but insists she's fresh and eager for justice. "She moved too soon," Gena snarls at the mic. "I admit it - she had me chasing shadows for a while, but she played her cards before I was run ragged. And Nichols? Good for her - she beat me - but I could've fought her again later that night. So much for me being a broken woman. And Kate, for a schemer, you are one dumb slut: look out there in the crowd - see who's watching us. You think you're the shark? Baby, you ain't even a guppy in this crowd." Sprinkled amongst the SRO media throng: Cindy Crawford; Cat Bell; Angie Everhart - veterans all, and core members of the emerging super-cougar sub-class at welter who can't wait for Kate and Gena to further reduce each other. Gena in yellow bikini with twist tied top; small black gloves; hair long and loose. Kate in royal blue bikini; small crimson gloves; hair long and loose.

During R1: Kate double-jabs Gena's face to the side; follows up a smiting right cross to jaw: Gena's lips pursed, eyes shut tight, hands at her waist as she absorbs Kate's power at the open. Nolin jabbing Kate's chest - then looping the sidearm right up top: Walsh ducks inside the punch to slip it, and the fighters go ear-to-ear to brawl in earnest. Hands reach in, pushing on inner-elbows as heads remain close together - women struggling to free up choice, digging licks to breadbaskets and sternums underneath. Bruising, gasping stuff...fighters squirming to change head position from shoulder to shoulder on the opponent - each working hard to push at the other, then dig her to the body. Kate getting her licks in, but Gena a little stronger - blonde walking redhead back in the scrum as girls punish rival torsos. Down the stretch, Gena groans from a perfectly placed left uppercut to her solar plexus, then answers with a long-armed clouting of lefts and rights to flanks-and-head...Walsh driven ropeside, forms peek-a-boo. Gena closes out the round strong - standing off Kate's bow - jabbing her guard to keep her covered up, then going at her flanks and tummy with strapping, methodical lefts and rights. Bell: Gena cuffs offending paunch late; receives a cuffing left to jaw in reprisal, and the ref jumps in as tempers flare.

R2: Kate stepping clockwise...left elbow up and out to the side in chickenwing fashion - she deploys jabs from this position with a flicking, quick delivery. G keeping hands up, blocking poke: Kate leaning in and down to spear midsection straight right hands, then straightening as she hooks Gena's right ear. Pesky flicking jabs from the chickenwing - stiff right hands - good lateral foot movement: Kate Walsh showing her class, fighting tall and encircling Gena midring. Nolin turning, keeping elbows in/hands up: Kate getting off with impunity - putting punches together in robust threes to smite at Gena's arms/flanks/skull. Walsh with weight forward, extending on straight punches: click and clap of her small mitts sounds out from Gena's body/prepared defences. Down the stretch, angular Kate leans in on front (left) leg, DIGS the left uppercut to sternum; shifts weight to right leg to scrape the right uppercut up top; shifts weight to left leg to jerk left uppercut to chin...Gena gobsmacked, suddenly forlorn and hurt. Hateful, chopping right hacks sidearm against Gena's paunch, followed by slicing left uppercut between the mitts and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Gena sputtering to all fours - picked apart and broken down to her astonishment. Walsh bellowing down - damp hair long across both breasts, with wild strands across her mouth...she's got Gena down and hurting through 2!

R3: Kate supremely confident rising from her stool...and immediately tackled into her turnbuckles as G gets a rolling start before bell! Nolin sliding left arm in under Kate's right - Nolin PLOWS the right to breadbasket, bunching Kate up "GUHH!". G palms Kate's pinched face with right mitt, pushing red-head back over top turnbuckle, then BURYING the right hand deep to tummy. G pushes Kate's face back righty, then SLAMS the right forearm across heaving Walsh jug-meat. Back into the tummy righty; push that face; brace those jugs...Gena just beating Kate ragdoll while keeping her stabilized in the left-arm wrap! Poor Kate lolling - her right arm limp across Gena's shoulders - redhead pitching forward from body blows, then pushed upright: mouthpiece finally shoots off Walsh's teeth as Gena nukes tummy with that shoving right hand. About a minute in, Kate goes out...eyelashes fluttering, lips pursed woozy, hair strewn across her face: Gena's got her all propped up, still shoving home the harm as redhead goes sickeningly limp. Halfway point - G shifts to push Kate flat to turnbuckles, withdrawing the left arm from the wrap to push at Kate's chest instead, positioning her for a drifting right across the face. Kate's head snaps aside, then slops forward for the next rebuke: Gena stabilizing with the right in Kate's chest, then drifting her the left. Crowd screaming in horror...Walsh's cornermen up on the apron waving towels...it's slaughter. Gena's face tight with rage: she's pouring it to helpless Kate - stabilizing with one hand in the chest, pasting away the other. Ref finally notices Walsh's slumping deadweight - notices her lack of answers - perhaps something about the way the head lolls and bobs like she's asleep on an airplane - he moves in to tackle Gena off into adjacent ropes. Kate wilts into canvas to lie left-cheek down, as out cold as a woman's ever been knocked. KO3 in bloodcurdling fashion, Gena Lee Nolin.

After: Justice served - Nolin in hysterics, fighting against officials to get at conquered Kate...Walsh gently rolled onto a stretcher and carried from the ring as a precaution (though she moans to be allowed to walk away under her own power). Turning her venom on those at ringside - Gena grabs a mic and seethes down at Crawford, Bell, Everhart, Romijn and others. "That what you wanted to see? Or were you hoping it would be me carried out? You going after her first, or stepping right up to the main event? Come on you leeches - you vultures - show some heart! Which of you bytches is next? Don't look at me like that Bell or I'll slap your dentures out!"