BOX AFTER DARK MAIN EVENT:

UNIFIED MIDDLEWEIGHT TITLE

Before: Gena swelling into true middleweight form (see Fear factor for how heavy she gets between photo shoots)—she’s all jiggle and swagger during prefight, happy to chest up with Brooke and let her feel the weight. “I’m going to bully Brooke,” chirps Nolin, “push her around, back her up. This is going to be fun.” Shields coming off a dedicated camp, actually looking tonier overall than Gena and promising her best effort—if sincerity were punches, Brooke would be in good shape.

Black scoop from tshirt, twist tied beneath the breasts, full coverage bikini bottoms Gena, red scoop front tshort, twist toed beneath the breasts, navy cotton jockey bottoms Brooke.

During R1: Nolin taunting, muggoing early, bending into some looping overhand rights that Shields reads and retreats from in good o9rder. Sporadic stuff—Nolin lunging in, using wide sloppy lefts to set up crashing rights, falling into Brooke and trying to rough her up in clinches. Shields poised, dukes up, feet set—she’s shooting gunboat jabs straight to Gena’s chest, just getting the range, trying to fit a compact right to the chin with limited success as Nolin retains the initiative through wildness.

R2: Brooke in that heavy stance, waiting on Gena, but timing her rushes with a pounding jab chest and face. Over and over Nolin tries to lunge in, only to get rammed to a halt, then spanked, then backed up by the howitzer stick. Brooke not quick with the punch. But it’s jolting Nolin, freezing her—blonde posing for the second and third poke off her face before backing out, blinking and regrouping. Final minute, Shields’ accurate and sustained heavy curtain jabbing has Nolin a little ragged—blonde mounting a tired rush gets stacked up the stick. Shields following up with a drifting short right hand and NOLIN GOES DOWN! Gena clipped on the chin as she comes forward, stumbles to all fours as Shields straightens and struts away—Nolin up and dazed at the bell.

R3: Gena out aggressively, bending at the waist—she charges recklessly in with her head and butts Shields hard to the ropes for the fight’s first warning. Nolin not done—she sails into Brookey with swinging rights and lefts underneath, drifting low as she packs brunette into the ropes—Shields clinging on to smother the abusive torrent for another break. Brooke doesn’t punk—she’s smarting, but composed, waiting for the next Nolin rush and meeting it head on with those crunching tree trunk jabs. Gena banged in the chest, smashed on the face—she babysteps back with a stunned expression and a bleeding nostril. Back to the head-on futility—Nolin trying to lunge forward and end this thing—Brooke standing strong, hammering out the stick, dropping short, pulverizing right hands whenever Nolin leads with her face and Gena’s getting wrecked. Final minute, Brooke taking a half step back off her jab, gets Nolin lumbering forward—nice little contact left uppercut and a crisp right hand on the mouth puts Nolin on all fours again! Gena in a fog, climbing the ropes—she’s windblown by the power Brooke’s putting on her. Nice consolidation for Shields as she bodies up for the first time, crushing Gena to the ropes, swinging away Foremanesque to the midsection and trying to get that sneaky right uppercut off the body at the bell.

R4: Gena no longer coming forward—face is puffy and sore, eyes a little discouraged as Shields walks her down. Brooke patient, methodical, hopping to get position, but staying flat footed, bashing the jab against Gena with a constant thump, inching close and pounding in those brutal short right hands. Brooke beating Bolin to ropes, then hamhanding it to the body—Nolin under systematic, big woman attack and she’s buckling. Gena trying to clinch and walk Brooke back to mid ring, but it doesn’t work; Shields holding her ground, straining, then stacking Gena up against the ropes for more punishment.

R5: Increasingly desperate Gena, increasingly confident Brooke. Shields comig forward, jab paving the way, crashing off Gena’s stunned face, shaking her upper chest, backing her up. Right hands have Nolin half turning away, covering up, allowing Brooke to wrap up and muscle blonde into the ropes. Shields able to stand strong, swinging away 3 and 4 sidearm rights to the flank and midsection—everything taking something away from Gena as she huddles close and hurt. Shields taking the time to work Gena’s brawny biceps and shoulders, pounding away flat side to side. Nolin grimacing repeatedly clinching, struggling to walk the big brunette back—Shields pacls her time and again into the ropes, gets her weight on to reset and continues the beating.

R6: Gena circling to her right, disheartened—Brooke walking her down, but blonde turns huntress in a heartbeat. Gena stopping, suddenly whistling over the top with that looping right hand, finally times Brooke’s piston jab and SHIELDS IS HURT! Caught high on the head, clubbed into the ropes, Brooke’s stunned as Gena piles on! Big, banging swings, Gena thrusting her chest out, pulling rights and lefts into Brooke as the brunette tilts forward—blonde banging away without restraint. Shields guts it out—Gena starts to tire—Brooke able to clinch and hang on for the break. Rest of the round, mouth breathing Gena tries to get her weight on a dazed Brooke shields, clinching under the brunette’s arms, pushing her off the ropes, using hard head rub, elbow across the throat, anything to get Shields off her game.

R7: Gena staking all on those gambling overhead rights-but Brooke’s read the book. Shields with a bigh, very tight guard, leans forward instead of away, getting inside the arc and blocking very effectively. Nolin right there for counters as a result—Brooke able to duck in close, crouch and get a thick right hand to Gena’s suspect gut to take steam out of the blonde’s early fury. Midway point—Gena’s backing up again, taking hard jabs off her face and chest, getting bulled to the ropes and worked on, Shields using her mass as a weapon, often riding a forearm on a tired Gena lee’s upper back or neck to press the blonde to a knee, making her deal with constant weight.

R8: Brooke BANGING away with that jab ion the first minute—Nolin stunned, standing at the end of it, and posing as Shields slams it home with calm, deliberate delivery. Second minute, Brooke able to edge into range and drop those bruising rights on the chin—Gena wobbly butt, hands at her temples—she’s staggered to the ropes and shabby as she takes these brutalizing blows. Shields squaring away at the ropes and she gets it ALL on Gena—the big swinging body shots, the uppercuts, tough palm shoves in the shoulders to keep Gena propped up—it’s some of the worst punishment ever taken by Nolin. Gena busted up, reeling, tries to march off the ropes—Shields with a bang-bang jab/right hand, steps back, walks Gena into another crisp, short little one-two between the mitts and NOLIN SPRAWLS TO THE CANVAS! Gena buckling forward hen reclining on her back—OH, she’s hurt—swooning, struggling to get off her back. Nolin proves a warrior by beating the count, but she’s ramshackle and all but out at the bell.

R9: Gena swinging away wild and wide—Shields in total control now as she crowds to block high, counters low to bunch Nolin up, then bodies the blonde slowly, heavily to the ropes for work. Shields keeping her shoulder in Gena’s chest, pressing up when she’s not punching, using the forearm on Gena’s back whenever the blonde bends forward. Clobbering shock to flanks, arms and breadbasket, rough palm-pushes and tough jostling—it’s all Brooke all over Gena in one big bodied smear of pressure. Gena glassy eyed, weak-kneed at the bell—Brooke just using her up minute after minute.

R10: Free swinging exchanges midring—Nolin over the top with right hands. Shields trying to shoot the jab inside it to block and fit her shorter, straighter right hand onto mouth. Devolves into mutuak hugging, big women tottering each other to the ropes and holding for breaks—both are breathing hard. Final minute—Nolin twists Brooke’s back to the ropes grinds her head under Shields’ chin and starts pumping away low—shoulders rolling, fists kneading to trunk and crotch as the blonde lets her frustrations loose. Shields bellowing in outrage—ref taking a hand—it’s out of control as time runs out on Gena Lee Nolin and her reign of terror. UD10 wide for the winner and NEW middleweight champ—Brooke Shields.

After: Shields bawling tears of triumph—her career best effort sees her fight a near perfect big oman style, controlling Gena from the outset and breaking her down over the distance. Nolin blubbering and snarling in her corner, badly beaten, knocked down, bodied around—bully got bullied tonight big time.