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31 July 2013 Brooke Hogan vs Mandy Moore

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SWO Wednesday Warfare

Posted by Archer on July 31, 2013, 9:17 am

Results: SWO Writing: Archer

Skip Tracey leaned forward with interest as Lillian Garcia entered the SWO ring once more. Next on the card was SWO’s Brooke Hogan vs Foxy Puncher United’s Mandy Moore. This match-up had been intended for the first PPV between the two organizations, but Brooke had suffered a wrist injury fighting Gena Lee Nolin that was aggravated in a brawl when the FPU first arrived at the Carolina Manor. Mandy had ended up fighting and defeating Aisha Tyler, but Brooke had demanded her crack at the FPU welter and Mandy had obliged. However, Skip’s sources told that Brooke was still suspecting Mandy had somehow conspired with Nolin to keep her out of the PPV.

“…LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, PLEASE WELCOME MANDY ‘THE MARAUDER’ MOORE OF THE FOXY PUNCHERS UNITED!”

Mandy Moore trotted up the steel steps into the ring. She was wearing the FPU red satin bra and panties with red gloves, though she had customized her bra cups with a golden MM logo. The singer had earned many fans with her first appearance at the SWO Arena and so got a strong welcome to the ring.

“AND NOW, THE SEXY WORLD ORDER”S ‘BRAWLING BROOKE” HOGAN!”

Brooke Hogan in her black bra and turquoise panties dashed up to the ring, then mounted the ropes to pose as she flexed her biceps and did a walk around the ring before joining Mandy and the referee.

“You thought you could hide from me, didn’t you?” Brooke demanded, “But I got you now.”

“No one was hiding from you,” Mandy retorted, “and I did not appreciate you telling people I conspired with Gena Lee Nolin to take you out. The only thing Nolin would do to me was sock me in the liver if she thought no one was looking.”

“It was still mighty convenient,” Brooke sniffed.

“Aren’t you ladies glad you can settle this in the ring?” the referee interrupted. “What do you say we get started?”

Brooke and Mandy glared at each other but somehow manage to nod. They even managed a token swipe of the gloves before going to their respective counters.

The bell sounded and the two fighters moved out towards center ring. Circling each other, Brooke used sent strong-armed rights and lefts bouncing off Mandy’s head. Mandy seemed to weather these, but they stopped her attempts to move forward and Brooke did her best to increase the pressure and force the FPU fighter back.

Mandy tried to hold her ground and used her jab to chip away at Brooke’s face along the cheekbones and mouth. Brooke didn’t like this but kept up the pressure, but then Mandy ducked under the incoming blockbusters and rocketed up hooks into Brooke’s midsection. Brooke went up on her toes and Mandy fired up into her chin. Brooke dropped onto her back with a thunderous crash that left her looking bewildered as a grimly smiling Mandy Moore dropped back to the neutral corner.

Brooke got slowly to her feet, shaking her head and generally looking confused. She had beaten the count, but suddenly Mandy was taking charge of the fight. The referee waved Mandy back in and the Foxy Puncher came behind a determined jab.
Brooke quickly found herself back in trouble with her banged around and belly hooked hard as the relentless Mandy seemed intent on carving her up.

Brooke covered up and managed to endure as Mandy banged away, but this was not going to win her the fight. She forced herself to be patient and, sure enough, Mandy began to tire and slowed her punching. Brooke suddenly struck back with one of her roundhouse rights that caught Mandy with her guard lowered.

CRUNCCCHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Skip Tracey jumped in his seat as he heard the sound of Brooke Hogan’s turquoise glove smashing into Mandy Moore’s jaw. Mandy’s head whipped around in a spray of blood and sweat and the FPU fighter staggered away on rubbery legs. Brooke had struck so hard that the follow through left her off balance and she had to scramble after her wounded opponent.

Mandy seemed to hear Brooke rushing towards her and stuck her face to her gloves. Brooke barreled into her that was more like a football block than a boxing move. Mandy was thrown against the ropes, then slid down until her head and shoulders were hanging out over the middle strand. The referee was waving an indignant finger at the exasperated Brooke who had to stand and watch Mandy Moore try to pull herself together.

Finally, the referee stepped aside and Brooke smashed into the shaky FPU fighter and threw her back onto the ropes under a hail of turquoise leather. Mandy tried to cover up but Brooke was banging her chin with uppercuts under the mitts and when she tried to slide along the ropes,

Brooke was on her with swinging shots to the head.
Mandy struggled to recover, but Brooke never gave her the chance. She managed to cut off Mandy’s staggering retreat and bang her chin some more. However it was a shot that caught Mandy behind the ear that sent the FPU fighter sprawling on her face. Mandy tried to push up but it was too much for her. With a groan her arms gave out and she ended up with her face on the canvas listening to the distant sound of the referee counting her out.

“THE WINNAH—BROOOOKKKKKEEE HOOOOGGGAANNNN!” Lillian Garcia declared as the referee raised Brooke’s hand in victor and the crowd roared it’s approval.

Mandy Moore managed to roll herself into a sitting position, a look of bewilderment on her face. The FPU corner people scrambled to her side and assisted Mandy out of the ring. However Mandy insisted on stopping to speak to Brooke Hogan.

“You got me good, Brooke,” Mandy admitted, “I’ll never underestimate you again.”

“See that you don’t,” Brooke retorted, but she smiled proudly at well-known veteran praising her. “And any time you want a rematch—let me know—I’ll fit you in somewhere.”

Mandy managed a faint, weary smile: “I’ll get back with you on that.”

Then Mandy allowed herself to be escorted from the ring. The SWO bench was, of course, thrilled to be up 2-1 and the Foxy Punchers were wrapped in gloom.

“Hey boss,” Spizzy, Big Sexy’s assistant piped up, “now we get to see that Mary Winstead chick and her White Belt. You think she’ll able to put it to Ronda’s buns?”

Big Sexy was toying with Ronda Rousey’s pigtails: “Not a chance, Spizzy. Right, Ronda?”
“Her ass is mine,” Ronda declared, “and using that belt on her will be so sweet. I just love breaking down these arrogant jobbers.”

“That’s my girl!” Big Sexy said giving his favorite fighter a big hug.

Meanwhile, Skip Tracey could see Mary Elizabeth Winstead up next to the FPU bench and shadow boxing to loosen herself up. He was expecting would fierce fight that would end with someone’s rear end being introduced to Ms. Winstead’s notorious belt. Then he saw Lillian Garcia headed for the ring and he settled back expectantly in his seat.