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8 February 2013 Gena Lee Nolin vs Bridget Regan

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Posted by simguy on February 8, 2013, 6:20 pm

BEFORE: "I've got mixed emotions about fighting Gena," Bridget admits in prefight. "On the one hand, it's Gena Lee Nolin, iconic blonde and all around bad-ass, so you love to put that in your trophy case...but then I feel bad for taking an old woman out back the woodshed and treatin' her shabby. Putting hurt on Gena's my work, okay? It's what I do. If she's still actively seeking out top girls, she knows what she's getting into. Besides, it's not like she hasn't earned these late-career beatings...I don't know of a single fighter who eases-up on Gena Lee. I think we all pretty much want to give her a good solid butt-whipping when she's in the ring!"

Nolin approaching podium with me-against-the-world chip on her shoulder...she knows she's in tough with Bridgy Regs and doesn't care. "My fans got me this fight," Nolin grins at podium. "HBO can try to ignore me; opponents can try to sidestep me, but with 'Nolin's Army' at my back, people gotta deal with me. Bridgy needs to worry about Bridgy, okay? She needs to worry about the hurt coming HER way. Don't worry about how old I am; don't worry about the miles I've logged...when you're in with Gena Lee Nolin, you're in a fight. I'm putting Regan's lights out, and when I do, you guys can just push-back my due date one more time!"

Gena in ice-blue bikini; white gloves; long blonde hair loose. Bridget in snow-white bikini; white gloves; black (or possibly red - it's hard to tell from here) hair in loose, wild ringlets.

During R1: Gena dukes at brows, elbows in, taking a beating. Bridgy stepping in strong with the jab; beating the waistline right/left - big, whirling body shots - the mitts bouncing off Gena-beef and curling back to Bridgy's midsection on follow-through. Nolin grumpy, retreating around the ring while keeping her hands up: Regan bright-eyed, diligent in her work, just laying a good old-fashioned strapping on Nolin's toned waistline. Bell to bell Bridgy: she's got a spring in her step/smile on her face en route to corner; Gena looking a frazzled through 1.

R2: Gena with the same rigid front, issuing check-jabs from her guard as she steps back, digs in and walks Bridget into exchanges. Much more compete from Nolin as she stands her ground; jabs-with to disrupt the Regan approach, then trades heavy at close range. Bridget taking clanging right hands off her chin/ snappy left hooks off her breadbasket...young brunette unfazed as she presses her own attack. Gena gradually wearing down, starting to stagger away under intense bombardment...final minute mostly Bridget walking a demoralized blonde down and hunting for a little extra body by the bell.

R3: Withering body attack - those lashing rights and lefts strapping blonde waistline - finally unhinges Gena's knees/loosens up her guard. Nolin groaning, starting to field crashing right hands upside the head as Regan comes off-body...Gena's legs fail, spilling her into ropes all shabby and reeling. Regan strides in, measuring Gena with one hand extended, then whip-snapping the other off her gut...couple such licking bodyshots the prelude to bashing work up top. Gena sagging into ropes, rolling her torso...midway through she answers back a sloshing right ear-to-chin on left side of Bridgy's face, PUTTING REGAN WOBBLY BUTT! Bridgy hurt, Gena hurt...rickety vixens stoop forward pate-to-pate, pawing at one another's biceps and inner-elbows...Nolin licks a cheap left hand low to trunks, bunching Bridgy forward into strong blonde arms: spin reverse puts Regan in ropes as Gena takes over. Beating for Bridgy ensues - Gena strappin' the waistline the same rangy right/left licks Regan had been using; propping wilting brunette up via extended left elbow; bending into short overhand rights to head. Regan in stupor, head lolling, eyes staring...Nolin wobbly-butt herself, but planted strongly - she's able to mete out a terrible pasting to bell, clawing back to even for the round.

R4: Completely different fight. Women visibly hurt, cringing up off their stools, slouching towards one another midring. Gena's jab now dictating - snaking out and punching back Bridgy's forehead...blonde girl stepping in off the poke with a short right to chin, then tying up, further abusing Bridget in the grasp via elbows, shoulders and head until ref's break. Classic hit-and-hold, with Gena mauling in the clinch...Bridget glassy-eyed, open-mouthed as she's pushed and pulled around the ring, getting herself all scuffed up through 4.

R5: Steady, patient assault from Gena as blonde retains initiative...she's driving on Bridgy while Regan's trying to regroup. Leads to stop-and-start slugging in spots, followed by boozy clinches and reefing ref's breaks. Gena earning warnings: fitting Bridget's head for elbows as they lock up; shoulder-butting Bridget's mouth in the grasp; hitting on the break; refusing to break; a headlock at one point, as girls lay chest-first over top rope (ref doesn't see Gena lacing Bridget's eyes with the free mitt); right hands tucked borderline low in the clinch; gratuitous thigh-pounding when Gena bodies Bridget into ropes and hammer-fists her leg.

R6: Gena mouthbreathing a little, takes the round off: younger girl able to assert herself as Nolin goes over to defence. Regan ragged, but firming - measuring Gena with an extended left; leaning into strong right hands up top; strapping the Nolin waistline when Gena's laying on ropes hands-at-temples. Nolin employing mostly defensive clinches, just running the clock...occasionally she'll nick Bridgy the jab or hook coming in, then cover up to field the beating.

R7: Pitched battle as Gena wades into Bridgy, slugging from flat-footed stances, beating Regan's back to ropes. Bridget in high earmuff, absorbing shellack, but answering...she's able to slug her way off the aprons, driving Gena to far ropes whereupon blonde usually clinches for breaks. Midway through, thick, methodical, slopping work to either body has girls grunting and frowning, concentrating on their work: Regan comes off tummy with a swinging hook - getting up onto her toes and jamming it to Gena stout. NOLIN'S UNHINGED! Chin-checked Gena all rubbery torso on rickety legs as she whipsaws on the spot...Regan reloads and pours in, accidentally getting herself clinched as Nolin drags brunette to ropes. Gena desperately hurt, legs shot, but hanging on until ref actually pulls Bridget free of the clinch...blonde girl able to rally herself along ropes - pre-empt Regan sneaky lead right hands as brunette's roaring in, then wrap her up tight for ref's breaks. Bridget's round, but Nolin showing veteran survival skills: blonde escapes a bad situation, sending a frustrated brunette back to the Bonzo corner.

R8: Girls trading jabs, then falling in: Gena able to hook Bridgy's trunks as fighters lay-in mouth-on-shoulder. Regan gasping, eyes shut, lips parted: Gena pumps the gut hup-hup-hup, getting Regan hurt/folding limp brunette into strong blonde arms. Gena walks Regan into ropes; crams a cheap right forearm across the breasts while pushing off; straps the waistline line left/right; bodies up to smother receipts and make Bridgy take weight. Regan: grimacing, struggling to push Gena off: blonde holding and hitting like a champ, strapping the body, forearming those tits, then tying up to prevent escape. Regan progressively worn down, getting limp and sleepy in the pocket...Gena more and more abusive in muscular clinches - starting to ragdoll Regan. Down the stretch - G working in close with left hand clutching at Bridgy's right shoulder...blonde cranks a short right uppercut to chin - Regan's head flips back/lolls forward as her knees give way! Gena: braces Regan against ropes; keeps left hand on Bridgy's right bicep/shoulder; packs right hand deep to belly; slams right forearm to sulking jugs; one more in the belly, then; DRIFTING RIGHT HAND TO CHOPS! Regan swooning - stacked up against ropes, facing into short, drifting punches and THE REF STEPS IN! TKO8 Gena Lee Nolin!

AFter: Funny thing happens on the way to the woodshed...Gena jumps in the time machine and gives a well-regarded young brunette a turrible come-uppance. "How ya like me now?" Gena brays in postfight, all grins and dancing eyes - kissing her right bicep for emphasis. "Big bad Bridgy all gentled down...I like her way, way better like this! I gave her her head early - let her throw hands; let her push weight...I just wanted to get her complacent; get her heart-rate up before I turned on the juice. I won the fight in the third round: she had me hurt, she was pouring on, trying to finish me, and I just wouldn't go. That broke her heart, and after? When I went on the offensive even though she'd been hitting me her biggest Bridgy-bombs? I could see in her eyes she was done. Recognized the look from all the times I've closed Theron out. Psychologically, Regan knew I was a monster at that point - kid just wanted out of the fight. She's tough as old boots, so took me a few rounds to soften her up, but trust me, after round 3, she was all but ready to go!"