Posted by Simguy on 2/10/2006, 6:29 am.

Before: Gena upbeat, chatty with press: fighting Tia Carrere always brings out the best in Nolin. “I don’t know—it’s just something about her.” Gena shrugs when asked about her special chemistry with Tia Time, “that whole ‘Sheena’/”Relic hunter’ thing I guess. She’s my chocolate girl: I can never get enough!” Carrere coming back from pregnancy—she’s softer, heavier than she’s ever been before: mistake to come back against fit Gena? “I don’t think so,” Tia says confidently. “I’m no ingénue—I know how to fight, and I know Gena’s game—the time off won’t hurt much. As for conditioning, Nolin’s not exactly a gym rat—I doubt she has trained harder for this fight than I did, and I’ll expose that in the ring in short order,” Tia hair up in oily ballroom lacquered curls, black lace push up, yellow hipster trunks—Gena in pale peach bikini.

During R1: Tia: stooping crouch; right at het chest, elbow in; left slightly forward, stomach level; flat footed stance, subtle sliding footwork. Carrere just pawing the jab, locating G, then pushing off the right foot to catapult thick right hands amidships or straight n’ flat to chest. Gena: Left hand low, right under chin, left shoulder pointed at Tia; flat footed stance, feet wide apart; she’s looking to roll with Tia’s right, come back underneath with rising right uppercuts off her back (right) foot to the pit of Tia’s suspect paunch. OH THE BEEF! Both women absorbing HELLISH single shot bombs—crowd oohing and aahing at the clean, withering blasts being delivered. Both women pout wobbly butt, taking turns stalking the opponent as she struggles to shake off body wallop. Down the stretch, it’s all too much for Gena—she turns ashen-faced to her right, sinks to one knee, right hand in ropes for balance. Tia breathing hard, suffering herself walks wincing to neutral corner during Gena’s 8 count.

R2: More of it. Tia stalking, pawing the jab, then either jamming that short straight right into Gena’s chest, or stepping in and hoisting the underhand right flat n’ square to Nolin’s quivering paunch. Nolin grunting, shying away-0-trying to utilize that shoulder-roll counterpunch, but she’ s juuust missing—her right hand sailing up past her left shoulder on follow through. Good hounding round from Tia as she walks Gena down, systematically punching right hands into that luscious blonde torso. Smart defense from Nolin as she fades to ropes, walks Tia in and ties her up for murky ref’s break.

R3: Gena rallies, finds the mark with those big, body-bombing right hands of her own. Tia shuddering on impact, cringing, folding up—Nolin projecting her caves, quads, hips, buttocks, back and shoulder into the meat of Tia’s tummy, buckling Carrere’s knees. Tia’s turn to clinch, her lips parted moist as she rests a tired cheek on Gena’s shoulder. Nolin pushing her weight, walking Tia to ropes and leaning on her—good sultry big woman beatdown sees G post a shutout third.

R4: Return to Tia time. Carrere willing to absorb ‘ body shots for the chance to dig her own--and she’s getting the better of it as Nolin chokes back sobs of pain, slinks away with a wounded, how-could-you expression, Carrere stalking, walking big blonde down and singlemindedly seeking right hands to pooch. Tia pushing off the right foot, getting her weight into Gena—both women nearly pouring it to the other tonight via the fully committed, single shot power punch to the body, Corner breaks: both vixens crying silent tears from body throb as trainers bark advice, work feverishly at repairs.

R5: Nolin doing a little more with her jab now—still pawing on occasion, but also lifting it iff the hip with snap startling Tia. Nolin takes initiative with poke, steps in and fetches Tia some excruciating rising rights to the stomach—deep, rich, thudding impacts drawing breathy whimpers from her foe folding Tia up, coaxing sympathetic groans from the crowd. Action slowing--and it was never frenetic—this is just murderous, stalking, take-no-prisoners power punching. Carrere, pale, badly shaken this round as Gena tests and retests the midsection: Tia’s legs trembling, repeatedly buckling as she sinks to a seat on the ropes. Nolin methodical down the stretch: opening up the playbook to bash at Tia’s biceps with flat-knuckled clouting, bumping her upright with the left shoulder before tucking home that thick right hand amidships. Carrere wobbly butt to her stool—trainer holding her hands over her head by her wrists as she tries to shake off the punishment.

R6: Gena in control now, backing Tia up with body shots and rough shoving—blonde pushing brunette around like a shopping cart. Gena still 100% committed to fitting her hardest right hands into the soft underbelly of her foe, but mixing things up as well. She’s looping overhand rights down onto the skull and shoulders of her for, staggering Tia on occasion. She’s lashing the right hand wide, tucking in over the left hip with fat, beefy spanks, She’s bullying and molesting—shouldering Tia in the chest, heeling her shoulders to get her tottering backwards. Carrere glum, stubborn—she soaks up a terrible beating as Nolin posts back to back shutouts.

R7: They’re just laying in there shoulder to shoulder—left hands low—taking turns plugging tummy with the thickest right hands imaginable. Slow counterclockwise rotation, tortured bodies sounding out with meaty spank as girls lug home withering right hands. Plodding stuff—not hup-hup—everything’s being loaded up, pitched in hard, weight transitioning from the right (back) foot to the left foot for maximum hurt. Gena just too big and strong—Tia brave and combative, but trading one for one with G ain’t getting it done.

R8: Back to the stalking—little more distance between the participants—both featuring that little pawing, rising jab to pave the way for those splashing right hands underneath. Never have two bodies been subjected to such heated malice: every punch designed to make the other woman quit and both are reeling from the punishment. Tia mouthbreathing, practically sobbing after every spanking Nolin connect. Gena’s eyelashes fluttering, lips parted—SHE looks ready to go, and she’s winning the fight!

R9: Same again—girls sliding flat footed, always ;looking to step in off the pawing jab to deposit the fattest, heaviest right hand possible to paunch. Nolin’s slightly closed stance offering her some protection—Tia’s not getting as much midsection as she’d like on every punch: Nolin much more accurate, rolling Tia’s shot, minimizing it, then answering back out of the screened stance with thudding power. Carrere showing tremendous durability: she can’t ever have been hit this hard, this often, to the body.

R10: Tia breaks through! Halfway point—girls just stalking one another and plugging away, nothing fancy or unusual—when Gena turns  away, hugging her ribs and SINKS TO HER HAUNCHES! Nolin blubbering, rocking gently on the spot—Tia gasping, staggering to neutral corner—wincing eyes hopeful, praying that Nolin will stay down. AND GENA BEATS THE COUNT! One of the guttiest moments of an admitted craven career at times—Nolin rallies off the canvas at 9 to refuse the KO! Tia crestfallen—she’s got nothing left. It’s Gena wading forward., walking Carrere to ropes and working out of the wrap to the bell, Nolin on top, riding her left arm across Tia’s shoulders, slumping the sultry Asian forward for thumping right hands up and in. Bell: Gena still mindlessly slogging—ref pulls her off, sends her reeling with just a gentle push. Comes back a hard fought UD10 DRAW.

After: Both women collapsing to stools in the aftermath—ruinous body bombardment crippling both combatants. Gena wins 6 rounds, but Tia’s knockdowns answer the deficit: HBOI anxious to have them do it again, soon as possible—but CAN they?” “That was the kind of fight that can ruin girls,” a concerned BLONDE! Magazine editor speculates afterwards. “Gena’s too proud to walk away from a draw with Tia Carrere—we know that—but we hope she’s not too proud to fight next time. Gena Lee Nolin is too important to blonde boxing to spend herself up on sa tramp like Carrere!”

Reposted by Archer 6/19/13