Pool D - Fight 3 (Elizabeth Hurley vs. Bridget Regan)

Elizabeth Hurley (0-1-0)
5'9, 57 years old

vs.

Bridget Regan (0-0-0)
5'8, 40 years old

(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)

Intro/Fight:
Another fascinating newly-turned Jaguar made her Pool debut in Bridget Regan. Regan was on a skid, just 2-9-0 in her last 11, but in her prime she was a force. A three time Unified Welterweight Title holder with four successful defenses, Regan was expected to challenge Hurley for the second spot to advance from Pool D; and if Lima continued to fight down to her competition, possibly steal the group altogether. Already saddled with a loss and on the verge of elimination from the Jaguar Tournament, Hurley looked like a fighter with her back against the wall early. Despite their nearly two-decade age gap, Hurley's movement was impossibly crisp in the first, her right hand sparkling as she managed to pressure a wide-eyed Regan with thumping overhands and crosses from the slot, eventually driving her into the ropes where she'd struggle the rest of the round. Even though Hurley had lost againt Lima, she had the advantage of at least being in the ring and riding the extra energy filling the building. Bridget looked lost as she floundered through a lethargic start, unable to stop the onslaught brought by Liz in the first.

After surviving the early surge from Hurley, Regan found steady ground in the second and third. A deft straight right stopped Liz dead in her tracks as she burst out of her corner looking to stack momentum, putting the elder actress on her heels from the jump. Bridget spent the next two rounds paying Hurley back with interest, bodying the slowing brunette with a heaping helping of headshots. While Hurley managed to keep her forearms between anything substantial, a toll was taken, and as she slumped to a seat in her corner after the third she looked every bit like a fighter pushing 60. Feeling as though she had possibly one last swell of energy to give, Hurley showcased flickering glimpses of the fighter she used to be in the fourth, pouring a vicious left into Regan's jaw from range and following in with a purpose. Regan was in deep water as she stumbled back with her bulbs fluttering, flinging a comically uncoordinated left-right toward Hurley before being deposited to the canvas with another beefy left. Regan fumbled and spit out her mouthpiece as she quickly rose, her knees wobbling as she pushed upright at four, steadying chest-to-chest with a stone-faced Hurley. If she didn't know Liz's power before, now she knew, and she made sure not to test her right hand again for the rest of an apathetic fourth and fifth rounds.

It took the better part of two rounds for Regan to look like herself again after being fed one of Hurley's hulking overhands, and as the sixth wore on she started to counter Hurley's might. Dipping past one of Liz's weighty left hands, Regan stuffed a sharp, biting rabbit punch through Hurley's defenses, popping her gloved fist against the brunette's lips. Hurley pinwheeled, but steadied, ripping another right cross that was found wanting. Bridget strode forward, deflecting the unwieldy miss and chugging two quick lefts into Hurley's bosom. The brunette wailed as she was knocked into the ropes, hiding behind her forearms as Regan bounced into her grill and buckled Hurley with a clubbing blow to the side of her jaw. Hurley's ass sagged through the ropes as her frame tilted somewhat, only to be straightened right back up by a thunderous uppercut that split her hands and found her cheek. Hurley teetered before spilling into Regan's lap, sliding down her abdomen before collapsing in a puddle at her feet. Unable to stir before the count hit 10, Hurley fell to 0-2 while Regan took a giant leap toward advancing.