UNIFIED WELTERWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by Simguy on 12/2/2006, 9:55 am.

Before: “Nadia’s going to be badly hurt in this fight,” predicts a confident Loken at the dais. “think about it: her only chance is to get me out of there--she’s got to come forward and leave openings. I’m gonna fill those openings with huge right hands--I mean--this chick is PERFECT for me. I’m hungry for a KO--I know I’ve been kicking welterweight heinie this year, but I want backs on the canvas, you know? I’m getting satisfaction from Nadia and that’s all there is to it.”

Bjorlin chomping at the bit--ambitious young daytimer has slugged her way to the top of the welterweight heap--title shot just part of the big picture for buxom brunette. “I’m not just ‘happy to be here’,” Nadia insists, eyes intense at the podium. “My objective is to take the belts from Kristanna--anyway possible. If that means roughing her up at the ropes, or beating her down, or knocking her out--so be it. Whatever needs to be done on Loken. I’ll do it.”

Expresso-haired Bjorlin in gold underwire bikini, black gloves, Golden-haired Loken in cobalt Victoria’s Secret bikini (belted bottoms) white gloves.

During R1: Nadia catches Kris a looping overhand seconds in--Loken shaking her head “no” as she wheels to her right, getting organized. Kris using her height, weight on left foot as she pushes off ball of right foot--good pulverizing jabs hammering as Bjorlin’s raised guard and forehead to impose order. Midway through, Loken drops a right cross in behind the poke to buckle Bjorlin’s knees--Nadia staggering back out of range, eyes wide as she sponges fight’s first serious chin checks. All Loken to the bell--operating efficiently outside, smashing her jab to upper chest, guard and skull to paint Nadia for points in the first.

R2: Loken bears down--clearly intent on stopping her foe. Sizzling right cross bends in and down off the jab early, shocking Bjorlin; follow up looping right uppercut off the right (back) foot punches the mouthpiece off Nadia’s teeth, sends her woozily to all fours at minute mark,. Bjorlin shakes off the KO, takes her 8, but she’s hardpressed at the ropes--dazzling beat down issued as Loken unleashes furious hooks and crosses against her reeling foe. Middle minute the worst of Bjorlin’s fistic career--she’s shelled, hounded as she slides to her right along the ropes, getting drilled by accurate, heavy Kris Loken haymakers. Two minute mark, Loken breathing hard, backs off--eyes wide in astonishment: she simply can’t believe Nadia’s still standing, Bjorlin trudging forward a battered mess--face lumping up nicely, lips parted--she’s tragically beaten and shambling, but stubbornly advancing as Krissy jabs out the round.

R3: Kris stays on her foe’s face, POUNDING jabs to Nadia’s eyes, mouth. Bjorlin dazed, head bounced back from thudding Krusher poke--Bjorlin in a her own little dream world of hurt, refusing to go down, stumbling forward, moving her hands from crossed-arm to peek-a-boo and back. Again and again, Loken lands vicious right hands, then scoots to the side, expecting Bjorlin to fall: luscious brunette wobbles, then rallies, soaking up the best punches Krissy’s thrown in a year-and-a-half. Shutout Loken--Bjorlin staggering back to corner wobbly butt, eyes swollen half shut--but she refuses to entrain the notion of quitting through 3.

R4: Kris gets tactical--pumping the jab into Bjorlin’s overworked and desultory defences, smashing at Nadia’s face, sidestepping briskly left to turn brunette midring, Bjorlin shuffling in pursuit, facing into punches--Loken just smashing away at her foe from outside, then turning Nadia’s flank,. Kris mixing it up--occasionally stooping to shove that jab into Nadia’s golden midsection or bulging jug--making Nadia feel touched, hip to head. Shout out Loken--Bjorlin’s left eye closed and right eye n ot much better--curvy brunette taking the pasting of a lifetime through 4.

R5: Nadia swinging overhand rights as she crouches forward, ringing Krissy up with authority and backing the champ off. Loken frowning at the pop Nadia’s still got--blonde circling, working behind her jab, trying to diagnose what’s keeping Bjorlin up. Nadia grimly stalking--occasionally pawing out her jab just to locate Kris , but most relying on big hooks and sweeping rights. Loken bounding around outside, circling the ring--legs keeping her safe for the most part, but late the round, Krissy misjudges distance, Nadia able to step-with and fetch Loken’s chin a nasty, bashing overhand right as Loken’s backing up--Krissy’s legs buckle, sending her swooning to ropes at the bell. Nadia’s breast swells with pride--she’s all busted up, bit still combative as hell at the halfway point.

R6: Loken’s eyes narrow--she’s back to standing her ground and thrusting the jab to set up  vicious right hands midring. Kris coming back with hooks amidships off her right cross, finishing up thick and succulent in Bjorlin’s golden-brown midriff--commitment to body pays off midway as Nadia cramps up huuuuurrrt. Nadia hugging her stomach, backing away with a stricken expression--Krissy hops forward, lashing hooks and crosses. Agonized--Bjorlin turns to her right, sinks to one knee: Loken lifts her mitts, struts to neutral corner beaming with exultation…BUT NADIA BEATS THE COUNT! Loken stunned, frowning in amazement as Nadia shakes off the body-shot, finds her feet and insists she can continue. Loken in that strong, wide stance, pushing off the ball of her right foot to harpoon Nadia jabs and crosses--brunette faces into a withering barrage of long, strong, straight blonde bombs to stagger to the bell once again. Krissy berating the ref as she walks back to her corner, commanding that he stop the fight for the punishment Nadia’s shipping.

R7: NADIA WON’T HAVE IT! Bjorlin a swollen-eyed wreck, clearly broken down, but still swinging hard and coming forward, Loken setting her feet, looking to discourage Nadia with more hooks in brunette’s tummy--but Bjorlin absorbing the blows, answering back with right hands up top to rattle blonde cage in the exchanges. Bit of a slugging match develops as Kris goes flat footed, circling with Nadia--both girls palm-shoving each other, jabbing each other in the chest, then plowing beefy right hands--Bjorlin systematically bludgeoning her way back into the contest. Trudging give-and-take even to the final minute when Nadia landing a BOOMING right to Krissy’s chin, swiveling champ’s skull and glassing up those eyes. Frowning clinch, Kris Loken--she pulls Nadia in close, won’t let her go until reef physically wrenches at blonde’s arms at the bell.

R8: Kris POUNDS at Nadia: jab; jab; jab; jab; RIGHT CROSS; jab; jab; jab. Kris stepping left, pushing off ball of right foot. Krissy’s eyes narrowed, dukes up--she’s penetrating on Nadia, pulverizing her, shelling her systematically, Bjorlin’s just bouncing back from hard Krusher leather--Nadia staring, right hand under her chin, left across her waist as she inches forward, walking through punishment. Time and again, Kris hurt Nadia with right hands--time and again brunette knees buckle, bend, but then straighten: Nadia Bjorlin grimly determined to keep coming until Loken’s got nothing left.

R9: More of it--Krissy just PUMPING poke onto Nadia, stepping left, drilling away. Right hands drop in at intervals, smashing at the left side of Nadia’s available face: brunette no longer reading the punches, Body work? Scrumptious hooks being yanked across trembling brunette tummy--Krissy popping her hips right, getting her lank into the shots, arching her back--she couldn’t be strapping Nadia any harder, Bjorlin on autopilot, fearsomely beaten tonight, but somehow--brunette trudges into it bell to bell.

R10: Even MORE if it. Fight SHOULD be stopped--Bjorlin a tottering wreck, beaten unrecognizable at this point--but still edging her way forward: Loken’s going to have to put this girl on her back to discourage Nadia. Krissy trying--working behind her piston jab she can land any punch she wants--and she wants plenty. Bjorlin ripped to the body, hooks; Bjorlin savaged to the chin, crosses; Bjorlin walked into right uppercuts--Krissy just smashing away at the dregs, Loken’s brow knit in frustration and awe--she’s never labeled ANYONE like she’s shellacked Nadia Bjorlin tonight, and she just can’t get the brunette to quit. Bell to bell Loken--Nadia swaying on her feet, but going the route--comes back UD10 wide for the winner and STILL champ--Kris Loken.

After: “I can’t believe she’s still standing,” Kris Loken says in post fight, applying ice to her throbbing knuckles. “I hit that woman with everything I had, and she just kept coming. All I can think is that I didn’t work her jugs enough--maybe that would have gotten to her--I don’t know, I’m just glad I was too much for her tonight--champions don’t need to be seeing that kind of toughness too often--you know what I mean?

Nadia savagely, savagely beaten tonight--resolute during the fight, she collapses on her stool in the aftermath, letting her people care for her. Astonishing durability shown by Bjorlin, and some fine right hands: a little more offense and she may well have turned the tables tonight.

Reposted by Archer 12/28/10.