Posted  by simguy 8-25-06 (Thanks to Ginny for this repost)

Statuesque blondes square off in the kind of meeting that can only take place at welter: big, strapping lasses; long rangy limbs; skills, but also KO power on both sides of the ring. "Loken's pulled out of her nosedive," Natasha admits in prefight, "so I'm not looking to pancake her, but I WILL catch her eventually and knock her out. I respect Kris enough to give her a beating - I know she's not just going to roll over and bare her throat for me." Loken similarly wary, but confident coming in. "When I sit down and talk divisional strategy with Charlize and Jessica," Kris confides at the podium, "we always circle Nat's name in red pen and say 'this girl is the key'. If you can't beat Nat you can't win a title, and if you CAN beat her, it's almost like guaranteeing yourself a title shot - she's the Kelly Packard of the welterweights. We're pretty similar in the ring, we both work behind a pulverizing jab and put power on the opponent - I'm just a little classier in the way I go about it. That class is going to prevail: Natasha Henstridge will stop competing at some point in this fight." Nat in crimson lace push up, mapleleaf boy cut bottoms, red gloves with white knuckles (olympic style look), long low ponytail. Kris in black lace push up, boy cut panties, black gloves, long low ponytail with curly bangs framing face.

During R1: Nat diligent - dukes up, strong, pawing jab cutting down distance, then she's into Krissy's body loud, strapping right/lefts. Loken hopping away to her right, clearly not enjoying Nat's rib-ticklers - Krusher on her bicycle through 2/3s the round. Down the stretch - Kris timing Nat for hooks and intercept right hands, stepping back from the pressure to walk Henny in: choice left uppercut clips Nat on the button backing her off a little thunderstruck. Henstridge circling to her right when legs give way with a shiver - delayed effect of punch has crowd squealing as Henny covers up in confusion, bending forward/blocking a brace of sharp one-twos from opportunistic Loken at the bell. Kris steals a hard-working Natasha round, fairly bounces back to the Krusher corner.

R2: Mirror image round - Loken outworking Nat early, walking her down behind a pulverizing stick, only to have a late right hand from Henny upset the applecart. Wounded Kristanna staggering to ropes, dukes at temples, lips parted in shock: Nat hopping-to, lashing the ribs right/left, then pushing Kris in her shoulders to square away. Thumping beatdown issued - Loken grimacing, trying to keep her earmuff gaurd together as Natasha LAMBASTES the helpless Krusher at the ropes. Bell - Nat seething, looking Kris over with merciless eyes: Loken rattled, wobbly butt - heavy toll being taken through 2 heats as both girls survive early shellackings.

R3: Loken's turn. Girls box to a standstill midring - strong, wide stances, right hands at cheeks as thrusting jabs pound away up the middle. Textbook, stiff stick being thrown - girls pushing off the back (right) big toe, occasionally doubling up poke. Nat more likely to dip and come at Loken's midsection with rangy right hands: Loken mostly headhunting, trying for chin with her own slinging rights. Down the stretch, Loken wins the lottery, clipping Nat a gorgeous head-spinning cross onna button: While Henny's stepping in fence post holes, Kristanna lavishes her a long, licking hook loud to the body, drawing a wounded grunt from the big canuck. Slapping, clapping hook onna ear, driving right hand up the middle adds to Henny's woes at the bell: once again, Natasha's strong legs soak up the bombs as Henny makes it ramshackle to the break.

R4: Natasha's turn. Girls boxing midring, punishing each other with those brick-mitted jabs, then ladling on the power. Henny getting things done downstairs - banging right/lefts consistently off Loken's ribcage, carving hooks across her waist - Kris starting to mouth breathe, and her legs are looking a little heavy. Kristanna using the ring some - disengaging with pained winces, taking deep, ragged breaths - Henny somberly walking her girl down, always keeping the dukes up. Final minute sees Kristanna issue clinches - something she hasn't always done when she needed to - Nat bodying her girl into the ropes to weigh Kris down until ref's breaks.

R5: Big, banging shutout, Nat Henstridge. Henny starting to roll Kris up a little here - up tempoing behind that stunning jab, strapping with vigour to the body (both hands, loud). Loken blatantly running at points, absorbing body blows with frowns and grunted "UHHH!" noises. Kris loping to her right, eats a consistent overhand right from Henny which brings whooping crowd reactions everytime Loken's head gets turned - Krissy's knees buckled repeatedly, but her constant backpedal is helping to absorb some of the shock. At the ropes, Nat shines, prodding Krissy the extended left hand then shellacking rich, thick rights and lefts - lavishing hurt to the biceps, ribs and flanks of her foe. Loken breathless, doing a nice job of pulling Nat's head down, or tieing up behind the arms before the beatings can turn into full-fledged jail-breaks.

R6: Loken timing a well-aimed right up the middle, bending into it, committing to it: HENNY'S HURT! Nat's turn to cover up earmuff and try to gut things out: Loken to the Henstridge body with a thick, sweeping hook - really getting succulent hip-rotation through the punch as fist bites deep, then snaps off trembling Natasha-flesh. Not content to just hook her girl to the body - Kris shifts her hips left, licks a thick right in across the waist, crippling Nat, nearly sending her to her knees. Henny manages to clinch, but she's badly winded - Loken walking her girl to ropes to muscle her down for ref's break. Rest of the way all Loken pursuit: Natasha on the defensive, circling to her left, issuing just enough jab to keep Kris from pinning her ears back. Strong Loken round, but she can't mount an effective finishing run: both girls keenly aware that the other can end her night at any time; neither wants to go all-in just yet.

R7: Ringsiders wincing in appreciation, howling with delight as big blondes set and dig punches with hateful intentions. Natasha absolutely shredding Kristanna to the ribcage - thick, strapping rights and lefts licked home with big-girl vigour. Loken pounding Nat's left eye shut this round with that pitiless jab, chasing the punch with laser-beam rights, jolting Nat's head time and again. Henstridge still able to take canvas from Loken, backing the Krusher up with walking barrages: Loken able to stem the tied with well-timed right uppercuts off the right foot/left uppercuts off the left foot, hurting Henny just in the nick of time. Bell: both vixens swaying shopworn, lips parted, limbs heavy - Henny takes the 7th with Loken fighting well in reverse.

R8: Natasha starting to look relentless in there - so methodical, so strong - just walking Kristanna down, punching-with, beating down the resistance, then taking the canvas as Loken vacates the area. Kristanna's pretty face lumping up, down-in-the-mouth - she's discouraged, unable to stand and trade for extended sequences without her legs going numb. Henstridge not as quick, supple or limber, but she's too rangy-strong - mauling and brawling to Krissy's body and pressurizing her all around the ring. Crowd squealing whenever Loken gets tagged pulling out - she's staggering on receipt, looking very loose - Nat looking more and more irresistible as minutes grind on.

R9: Loken hurt and hurt again, suffering to the body, bailing out and taking hooks or right hands on her chin as she lopes away. Natasha grimly confident - walking Kris down with dukes held high, chin tucked - nothing fancy as Canuck hunts American with the spearing jab, closes distance to bang that body, then mops up whatever's available as Kristanna looks to disengage. Only thing going well for Loken is her clinches - she's tieing up fairly effectively whenever Henstridge drives her to ropes: could be saving Kris from being badly mauled as ref's break keeps giving Loken room to operate.

R10: Nat on the hunt - Krissy loping to her right, looking to outdistance Henstridge's muscular jab. Krissy with a little fade-step-back as Henny jabs, then Loken dives in a long right hand, extending beautifully, beating Natasha's own right hand by a heartbeat and HENSTRIDGE GOES DOWN! Classic pre-emptive right - Krissy driving through chin, ducking down as Henny's nerveless right waves overtop - Henny's legs giving way in a boneless corkscrew and it's OVER! That's Nat Henstridge out cold on her back, lips burbling quietly in slumber - that just happened! KO10 in hail-mary fashion - Kris Loken!

After: Loken bursting into tears of relief at the sight of helpless Henstridge - Kris finally winning a big fight, coming from behind to do it and withstanding tremendous punishment to turn the lights out on ferocious competition. Loken a mess in postfight - ribs getting tenser-bandaged, icepack applied to swollen face - but she couldn't be more jubilant. "I did it - I knocked out Natasha Henstridge!" Loken bleats. "I'm all the way back - I took her hardest shots and I just said 'no - you're not going to stop me.' This is so huge for me - I can't tell you. Everyone said I couldn't take Henny's punch, that I was chin-shot, that my heart was gone - but I showed them all - every one of my critics - that Kristanna Loken is still the best big girl in the game!" Henstridge brought around in stages, despondent as she quietly breaks down on her stool: she had this fight won and nothing quite hurts like the realization of opportunity lost.