4 More Ali Landry Fights from 2002
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17 AUGUST 2002 ALI LANDRY VS CINDY CRAWFORD
(Non-Title Rematch)
Posted by Simguy on 8//17/2002, 8:49 am.
Before: They’ve gone a hard dime with no result—brunette bombshells lace ‘em up again to get some answers. Non-title, high prestige bout with a certain amount of big-girl bragging rights attached—winner can make some credible claims on any pound for pound list. Landry in baby blue push up, matching bikini bottoms, Cindy in royal blue cotton Jockey top, red bottoms, ponytail.
During R1: Crawford reaching in the jab early, establishing range, gets Landry lunging forward and runs the welter champ into jamming short right hands on the jaw. Ali locks up hurt—Crawford too careful on follow up—staying outside, searing the jab, trying to lean in right hands without putting anything behind it. Landry showing nice head movement, sound defense while hurt, gets it together, and she’s coming back at Crawford’s ribcage with rights hands at the bell.
R2: Shutout Ali Landry, Crawford paying the price for not pressing when she had the chance—Ali jabbing her way in, sets up brawny on Crawford’s chiest and walks her to the ropes. Landry patient, methodical, reaching up under Crawford’s arms to belly the brunette back, packing in leather to belly, keeping supermodel pinned. Ali able to shove those right hands in on the jaw while bodied up. Slam short right forearm to the ribs in tight—Crawford clinching, grimacing as she soaks it up bell to bell.
R3: Landry stunning Crawford early with a stabbing left jab on the eye—Crawford upright, on her heels as Ali gets jiggly. Landry with the right tight at her chest, leaning in and exploding it hard off Cindy’s guard or skull—she’s driving the brunette ropeside with lusty punching and Crawford’s looking windblown. Ali pitches straight rights to the body, palming the left against Cindy’s shoulder to reset, then straightening up to cuff tight hooks against the jaw as Crawford stoops forward. Down the stretch, Landry lording it over Cindy, arching her back as she hooks the tummy, hooks the tummy, shoulders a weepy Crawford back and NAILS hera plowing right hand on the face. CRAWFORD GOES DOWN to all fours—Landry skipping back with glee. Cindy takes a swaying 8—steps out with an extended left and eats a ROCKETING right hand off her left eye which dumps her in a heap at the ropes! Bell sounds, chaos ensues—a shell shocked Cindy C is carted to her corner while Landry glows in triumph.
R4: Ali methodical—circling her wounded prey, probing Crawford in the belly, in the breasts with jabs, then fast and hard with short right hands as Cindy breaks down, Crawford all banged up, flat footed, shuffling to stay square with her girl—she’s regrouping, hands up, albums in, chinned tucked but she’s not able to get enough on Ali to turn the tide.
R5,6: Increasingly sad sight of Ali Landry outboxing Cindy on the outside, outmuscling her, pushing her around on the inside, and beating her body with chilling ruthlessness minute after minute after minute. Crawford can’t uptempo, can’t get her jab working—she’s reacting punching back out of desperation, not getting much on her shots Landry so focused—eyes bright, intense, hands sure as they take what they want, getting achy flinch or groggy head snap out of Crawford as she wilts in steady retreat. Body on body, Landry’s glorying in her ability to twist and writhe Crawford to ropes—supermodel looks heavy legged, damp as she turtles and soaks it up around her elbows to either side from a hard working Landry at the bell.
R7: Crawford shiny from punishment, swelling badly arund the eyes, obviously laboring off her stool, guts out a tough seventh like a warrior. Ali not as zesty after blistering first half—she’s running into the Crawford jab instead of slipping in, allowing Cindy to get the right cross in, then the clinch for a break. Punch N Clutch effective for supermodel—slowing the pace, keeping Ali at the end of her punches—Landry starting to scuff up.
R8: Ali’s been on Cindy’s jab all night long and she CLOCKS a vicious right counter over the Crawford stick to open the round, dropping Cindy in RUINS as the crowd groans. Crawford somehow beats the count—staggering mindlessly to the ropes, swaying as the ref gives her 8 and lets this thing go on. ON COMES LANDRY! Wild grin, overhand rights—Crawford sliding hurt into the corner, covered up and letting the rain bash down. Ali gets low, shoves Cindy’s torso back with rough palms on the chest and neck, stays close to shove in lefts and rights to the breadbasket. Crawford going out—eyes vacant—arms lolling weak around Ali’s shoulders o hips. Ali chesting Cindy back, digging mercilessly to her hips and stomach—Crawford sinks to her backside as Landry steps in her lap, stands on top of her at the ropes. Crawford another 8 count, mouth open, eyes closed and this beating goes ON! ALI HEAVING IT IN! Right hands upside the head—Crawford tilting with gloves t her mouth, taking disastrous punishment numb against her skull. Landry romping, knows she’s got it, bracing Cindy with the left at her shoulder, pouring in right hand after right hand as Cindy droops out, standing helplessly as her head bobbles sickeningly on impact. Crawford finally puddling in a steaming pool of brunette in her corner—Landry filled with bloodlust, doesn’t want to leave the carcass, has to be bodied back by officials. Brutal, brutal KO8 Ali Landry.
After: Landry all sweaty and glorious in victory, hands loose over her head, fingers snapping, hips swaying slightly as she beams down at a devastated Cindy C. while Crawford is loaded onto a stretcher==oh the humanity! Worst beating of Crawford’s career sends her back to middleweight in rags—Landry crows abut in the postfight.
“Middleweight’s just a province of my welterweight empire now.” Ali proclaims, “I’m setting Cindy up as my puppet! Everyone knows who calls the shots north of 130 now!”
Cindy still the champ—faces some legitimacy problems with this loss—she’ll need to rule with an iron fist to erase the memory of this vicious defeat.
Reposted by Archer 11/23/22
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23 SEPTEMBER 2002 TITLE CH ALI LANDRY VS EVA LARUE
Unified Welterweight Title
Posted by Simguy on 9/23/2002, 6:47 pm
Before: Predatory move by Landry, taking Larue off that punishing loss to Jamie Luner, but many still calling this Ali’s best test in some time, “Larue’s got the skills to make Al fight,” notes one commentator, “Landry can’t take anything for granted, She gets cocky or complacent, she’ll wind up on her ass—Eva’s that still late good, Larue in mauve bikini, gold belly chain, Ali in baby blue push up and bikini bottoms.
During R1: Shutout Ali Landry. Larue in a closed stance, looking to counter off the slip—but Landry too sharp. Ali quickstepping left around a sharpshooting jab, placing the right hand hard to the breasts, following up with a swiping hook across chops--Larue on her heel, bending side to side, clearly frustrated with the contact, Landry finishing up the final minute with a brutal beating of Eva’s waistline—nice beefy lefts and right, bat-bat0battng away, puts smile on Ali’s face at the bell.
R2: Shutout Ali Landry. Champ dissecting challenger with that punishing jab, snapping it face, breasts and belly in unpredictable rhythms. Sets up that sledgehammer right—Landry repeatedly nailing rue as she ties to lay over on her right side to slip the jab. Popping shot in the left ear has Larue stamping funky on the spot—Ali following up with a gaudy triple left hook belly, belly, mouth to spill Eva ropeside. Landry stomping away to gut to finish out the round once again, putting mileage on Eva’s fabulous legs, wearing the challenger out early,
R3: Larue abandoning the counterpunch look—it’s not working. Va jabbing with Ali midring, frustrating the champ, stepping back at the right times or walking Landry into sweetly timed right hands on the mouth. Landry fumbling for distance, reaching with her punches. Larue changing up range just enough by dropping her right foot back, rocking out to make Ali miss, rocking in to make her.
R4: Shutout Ali Landry, Credit the champ—she’s outclassing one of the best boxers in the business and making it look easy at times. Larue covering up and getting walloped at the ropes—Landry really sinking in lead-pipe hooks against tanned rightside ribs—Larue cringing, wilting t her left under the bombardment, Al slowing the pace, getting brawny—she’s shoving Larue in the shoulders, slamming home ead right hands to the sternum, then bodying up to smother Eva against the strands, Good big grl boxing from Landry—looking shopworn through 4.
R5: Ali picking on Eva with jabs and hooks, stalking Larue, surprising her with cuffing, poking potshots, Midway through Landry shakes Larue’s legs with a swatting wide hook, jarring short right hand on the button—Eva clinching, holding for time as the ref gets involved. Landry looking to mop up late, but Eva beats her to right hands in the corner: Landry’s legs give a shimmy, she nearly takes a knee—Larue reaches under the arms the shove her girl to the ropes. Landry slumping badly, facing into blows—Larue letting her hands go in ripping arcs belly, breasts and head. Ali sagging, helpless, she’s leaning her right shoulder into the ropes, right hand at her cheek, left hand down, taking ruinous punches to the bell. Ref bodies an eager Eva off her foe—Landry staring, swaying on the spot in swoon.
R6: Eva working Ali over with the jab, harpooning Landry’s sleepy face time and time again. Larue sharpshooting the right cross, cracking Landry’s face to the side—pageant princess’ strong legs keeping her up as she tries to leg out the clock, Girls hooking with each other, both girls rocked—Landry able to avoid the shutout by laying in cheek to cheek, bludgeoning brisket with chopping shots to the bell.
R7: Eva on top, punishing Landry with the jab, forcing back to the ropes, then marauding up and down with flashy combinations until a woozy champ can clinch. Crowd feeling it—Larue’s got the momentum, slowly tightening the noose as Ali grows more and more punished, less aggressive. Landry wilting along the ropes, blocking, getting shook up from strong, stroking blows across her midsection, clinching instead of punching back. Down the stretch, Larue stepping in with, getting her body on Ali, muscling the champ in between beatings. Eva preps Ali with a pawing jab, turns on whistling right hand and GETS BEAT TO THE PUNCH! Ali lying in wait, gets off a tight right hand, ducks down low as Eva misses weakly over the top. Larue corkscrewing to her knees, sprawls insensate on her back and it’s OVER! KO7 Ali Landry in spectacular fashion!
After: Second fight in a row Eva Larue’s looked to be taking over when the lights go out. Ali relying on that hammering right hand to dig her out of the pit—it’s one of the most picturesque stops of the year, Larue breaking down into tears when she comes to—disappointment almost more than she can bear. Gets worse when a greedy, vindictive champ takes Larue for a blubbering walk of shame—Eva trying to hold it back as Ali cruelly displays her. Landry plenty beat up but finding a way to retain her belts, continues to hold onto power with white knuckle ferocity, When asked about the secret if her success, Landry replies; “I honestly believe it’s because I am so much more attractive than these other girls, They see ne live in person and they can’t believe it—you can see them start to shrivel up in their eyes. I bring a kind of physical majesty to the ring that really intimidates other women--they just aren’t the same when they fight me.”
Reposted by Archer 8/2/21.
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27 SEPTEMBER 2002 TITLE CH ALI LANDRY VS TALISA SOTO
Unified Welterweight Title
Posted by Simguy 9/27/2002, 6:57 am,
Before: Soto outrageous in prefight, “I’m telling you now that Ali Landry is soft in the gut. She hasn’t faced a serious Latina body banger before and I’m going right after her tummy. She ay quit in this fight—mark my words.”
Ali guffawing at Soto’s bravado—“We’ll see whose boy gets a work out,” retorts the champ, “I , might just have to beat her ribs a bit to make her pay for all the yapping. God love her for trying though.”
Ali in pale blue push up, bikini bottoms--Soto in mauve bikini top, white lace trim atop the cups, dark purple bottoms.
During R1: First minute: Soto with the right hand at her cheek, pumping jabs, getting close, then hooking the sternum turning her left shoulder into the punches. Second minute, Ali calm, right hand up at her chin, left cross her body, turning her shoulders inside, slipping punches, but Soto’s right on her. Talisa using her left forearm to brace, then snapping off cudgeling hooks, beats in Ali’s rightside ribs, gouging in behind the elbow. Final minute, Soto bangs Landry ropeside—champ bent at the waist, arms crossed against her body, she’s bobbing up and down but taking it tough in both flanks. Soto with a ripping burst of lefts and rights sits Ali into the strands at the bell—atina stomping back huffy to her corner.
R2: Soto with that pumping jab, then getting shoulder to shoulder—Landry laying in with her and taking thumping hooks t her sola plexus, right hands around the elbow early. Landry giving ground, just trying to blunt the attack, suddenly twists into a shearing right, clocking Talisa on the mouth and putting challenger wobbly butt midring, Landry switching to offense, wallops Talisa a loping right on the forehead, steps in as Soto falters back, clubs another curling right off the face—Talisa bashed ropeside in a haze, Landry finishing up brawny, muscling Soto upright with her shoulder, then digging in beefy to the tummy with both mitts. Talisa stooping forward, taking in a stupor at the bell.
R3: All Ali Landry, dropping her left hand to her side, sidling up close to put her left shoulder on Talisa and beating her with slick, slinging rights and lets with lanky delivery in close. Soto sullen as she leans forward, hands u around her temples, as swatting punches cuff her from one foot to the other. Ali using that eft shoulder to nudge and measure, getting off with limber right uppercuts, swatting wide right hands, cuffing left hook body and head. Soto staring, wobbly butt at the bell, but she stands in and takes it like a woman bell to bell.
R4: Landry playing to supple inside, low left hand, left shoulder nudging, picking Soto up with nifty little right uppercuts, shoving the short right hand into the belly, leaning out to cuff the left hook. Talisa comes alive in the second minute, stepping put to create distance, jabbing to get the initiative, then stepping back in to beat the body with pumping lefts and right. Landry shutting down, gloves at her cheek—Soto able to chug in 4 and 5 let/rights to the ribs and stomach, beating champion butt into the ropes. Soto forehead to forehead, pounding away on bronzed torso after the bell—ref pulls her off as Landry looks pouty, sore.
R5: Landry wanting to box, but her legs look heavy—she’s soaked up a lot of Soto leather in the midriff and it’s cost her. By the second minute, Talisa’s walked her girl down, gotten shoulder t shoulder—Soto with the left elbow shove, swatting and clipping tight hooks, turning into a mean little right hand inside that’s bouncing off Landry’s chin. Ali hunched forward, head in close to Soto—she’s covering up well but taking a beating as Talisa finished another round strong.
R6: Soto keeps outworking Landry. Ali fighting off the ropes, leaning back with the right hand at her cheek, left hand low—slipping and bending side to side, but Soto’s not fooled. Talisa getting her head on either Landry shoulder, using her shoulders and elbows to shove up on the champ, hen getting off with bludgeoning flurries—thumping lefts and rights to the belly, ribs beneath the breasts as Ali starts to buckle, More clinching from the champ, more breathing gasps and hurt looks—Landry;s breaking down as Soto goes right at her with hungry, hungry punching.
R7: Soto has her best round thus far. Jabs bashing way at Ali’s left eye, driving her to the ropes—Landry shopworn, sluggish, not answering back. More of that furious pounding to the body—Soto pushing and mauling on her girl, then hammering away two handed until Ali can clinch. Ref breaking ‘em up, shoving Soto back—Talisa wading eagerly back on in as Landry covers up, hunches over and soaks. Merciless beating in the final minute: Soto looming over hundred Ali, digging lefts in behind the elbow, pushing up and cramming rights into the breadbasket, swabbing across that glistening lower bac and LANDRY TAKES A KNEE! Exhausted Ali Landry on the verge of blubbering as she struggles to bet the count, hugging herself in agony while Soto licks salty lips in a neutral corner.
R8: SOTO PILING ON! Al wilting to the ropes, shabby as she bends side to side, trying to slip and roll punches. Talisa POUNDING away, leaning her chin over Ali’s shoulder and hauling in brutal leather to tummy. Landry clinching weakly but Soto’s able to fight through it, heaving the champ back into the rope and bashing away. Whenever Landry leans back into the strands, Soto gets off with straight rights and left from the shoulder, clouting Landry’s face and shaking her repeatedly, Ali busted up, sagging into ropes at the bell—Soto bouncing back to her coner, feeling the upset in the air.
R9: Soto clanging away with Ali midring and BEATNG HER TO PUNCHES! Talisa landing the right inside Ali’s right, beating her to the hook. clubbing her home another right—Landry stumbling straight back on her heels, falling apart as blows pound off her face. Soto bullying Landry at the ropes, shouldering and elbowing her up straight, then raking her with hooks while a dazed Landry covers up and sags, left shoulder in the strands. Beating goes on and on—Soto not letting up keeping her head, shoulders and elbows on Landry in between thudding flurries, making the champ bear the weight, At the bell, a happy Talisa Soto chests up and forces eye contact—Landry bleeding from the nose, eyes unfocused a the ref intervenes.
R10: HAMMER AND TONGS! Landry’s pride won’t let her punk—she’s soaked up a beating tonight but stands her ground to trade. Soto covering up, blocking and upstairs and countering with hooks to Landry’s weeping ribcage, seeking short right hands with a hooking motion up top, Both girls rocked, neither backing off—it’ all about who wants it more. SOTO GOES TO LANDRY’S TITS! Talisa snapping off a series of tight, tight hooks, clouting them across Ali’s bulging breasts and ALI CAN’T TAKE IT! Landry giving ground at last, hands up at her eyebrows, face a tight grimace s she stumbles backward—Soto stepping with, hooking her hard in the side all the way to the ropes. Big, bad Talisa Soto beat don to the bell—Latina’ arms shivering as gloves bounce off Landry’s ribs and hips until referee intervention. Comes back UD10 for the winner and NEW welterweight champion—Talia Soto!
After: MONSTER upset—Soto sobbing as she cops her first ever title, ripping the belt way from boxing’s most dominant champion. Speculation and excuses run rampant: Landry not taking Talisa seriously, not training for the Latina; Landry getting caught up in the body-blow rhetoric, fighting the wrong fight to make a point and paying the price—so on and so forth. Bottom line—Talisa Soto came in the hungrier fighter, winning a lot of lose rounds that Ali didn’t seem to want as much—champion a victim of her own success and getting worked over tonight.
Reposted by Archer 11/23/22
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23 NOVEMBER 2002 TITLE CH GENA LEE NOLIN VS ALI LANDRY
Unified Middleweight Title
Posted by Simguy on 11/23/02.
Before: Landry surveying the title landscape, selecting Nolin as the path of least resistance—brunette bulks up to take on the blonde in a” Superfight” showdown for the middleweight belts. Nolin surprises some pundits with her eager willingness to defend against a girl who’s been a bit of a Gena Slayer in the past. “You’d think she’d want to milk the title for a while rather than risk it in a real fight right away,” notes one old scribe, Gena in tawdry twist te black halter top, yellow scoop bottoms, Landry in red lace push up and panties.
During R1: Gena lunging for Ali, headlocking her, early tossing her to the canvas--ref issues his first breaks and warnings. Ali’s off balance, flustered—Nolin able to reach under brunette arms and body her beefy to the ropes. Gena Lee having a fine middle minute, stacking Ali up and taking great battleaxe strokes with either hand at Landry’s fabulous body. Ali cramping up, clinching—more hard work from the ref to push big bodies apart, Final minute—both girls guilty of swampy tactics—looping arms around necks or waists, twisting and tugging each other off balance. Landry not her slick, sleek self at middle as she grinds it out with Gena.
R2: More punching this round, but it’s still thick and murky in there. Gena will tackle her opponent around the waist, leg-drive her to the ropes and whale away wide to the flanks and bodkin as Ali covers up. Landry will get out of the jam by tackling her foe, bundling Gena to the corner, chugging away until the blonde can tie up. Tackle, stack and whale the only battle plan for either woman as both put a premium on pure strength early.
R3: Ali showing some cleverness at last, retreating to the ropes but banging away with he jab, picking Gena up the hook—Nolin paying the price as she walks in. Landry beautiful s she works out to a tight guard off the strands—a little gutting hook in the stomach, a curling right on the eye—brunette bobbing side to side, turning her shoulders, blocking shots and countering to frustrate Gena time and again. Down the stretch, Nolin stoops, jams Ali deep into the ropes with shoulder block, then pulls out to pound thighs and crotch with blatant, pumping lefts and rights, Ref steps in, an outraged Ali given a moment—a seething Nolin takes another stern finger waggle.
R4: Brawling—just the way Gena likes it. Ali’s doing well, but she’s showing none of the finesse we’re used to seeing from her at welter. Girls just tackling, mauling each other, taking turns with marauding lefts and rights whenever the other covers up hurt. Gena wide, walloping with her blows—fists bashing off the flanks or skidding across stout tummy. Landry a little crisper, curling heshots in rising arcs, working up the gut, breasts to cash in chin in spots.
R5: Gena gets Ali swinging midring—pell mell pitching pays off in a sweeping blonde right clangs onto Landry’s jaw, shaking that million dollar backside as Landry staggers away. Gena bulling into her girl, coming in with her head lowered, arms chugging back and forth underneath, legs churning as Ali’s stampeded hurt to the ropes, Ali grimacing, fighting under duress—she’s getting her chopping little counters in, but she’s not fazing Gena and she’s not stopping Gena from setting up and going to the body with these huge swinging blockbusters.
R6: Ali’s feet may have slowed, but her hands are still welter-quick, Jabbing, Landry lands a neat little right hand from her shoulder, bending in and down with the shot—Nolin’s legs buckle as she reaches to clinch. Landry feasts on exposed ribcage, really getting leverage off her front foot as she puts her back into it. Nolin whimpering, beaten to the ropes—she’s shopworn as Landry squares away and gets big. Bruising Landry beat down—she’s knuckling Gena’s shoulders back to get at the belly, she’s clobbering Gena’s lower back as the blonde sobs forward, keeping her body on the blonde to prevent escape. Solid shutout the most one sided round thus far—Landry clearly buoyed at the bell.
R7: Important round for Gena—she stands her ground, stacking up a series of early Landry bull rushes, and by the middle minute, Nolin’s walking Landry backwards, Gena gaining control in the clinch, then working out of the wrap, anchoring Landry with the left to pack home rights to belly and breasts. Ali glum, sitting in the roes and suffering late-Gena able to stand up tall, pound around Ali’s extended arms as the brunette reaches weakly for blonde hips,
R8: One bashing stalemate after another, Pace has slowed, but punching is still murderously heavy as girls get everything behind hooks, diving rights, meanspirited uppercuts. Jiggling bursts of punching broken up by long, grinding clinches—girls jockeying for supremacy below the waist, walking each other back, trying to stack up at the ropes.
R9: Tired, slobberknocking brawling--just what Gena wanted. Nolin getting the better of the punch and clutch—most collisions end with Gena walking her girl to the ropes for a break. Nolin now working those jugs at every opportunity shoehorning in punches out of the wrap, laying on top of Landry on follow through to smother the receipts. Ali mouthbreathing, shiny with punishment—she’s done a good job defending Gena’s booming overhand right, but the blondes unpacked a vicious, sustained body attack that has the brunette ragged through 9.
R10: Ali jabs—fight gets easy. Landry just shuffling to the left, nothing fancy, sticking Gena in the face, getting those hands up, then swiping a firm right hand across offered ribs, Nolin stubbornly forward, getting nickel and dimed—she’s snarling with impotence bell to bell as Ali post an anticlimactic, safety first shutout to go the route. Comes back UD10 for thr winner and STILL Middleweight champ—Gena Lee Nolin!
After: Nolin insufferable with belts across her shoulders, strutting the ring, waving to her fans--Landry destitute, all banged up, turned back once again as she struggles to continue, The usual assortment of tactics from Gena, punctuated by serious body punching, probably the finest of Nolin’ career as Landry gets caught looking for the looping, overhand right, Ali just lacking that extra gear at middleweight that usually sees her triumph against Gena at lower weights—the look of devastation on Ali’s worn face one of Nolin’s career highlights.
Reposted by Archer 11/23/22
(Non-Title Rematch)
Posted by Simguy on 8//17/2002, 8:49 am.
Before: They’ve gone a hard dime with no result—brunette bombshells lace ‘em up again to get some answers. Non-title, high prestige bout with a certain amount of big-girl bragging rights attached—winner can make some credible claims on any pound for pound list. Landry in baby blue push up, matching bikini bottoms, Cindy in royal blue cotton Jockey top, red bottoms, ponytail.
During R1: Crawford reaching in the jab early, establishing range, gets Landry lunging forward and runs the welter champ into jamming short right hands on the jaw. Ali locks up hurt—Crawford too careful on follow up—staying outside, searing the jab, trying to lean in right hands without putting anything behind it. Landry showing nice head movement, sound defense while hurt, gets it together, and she’s coming back at Crawford’s ribcage with rights hands at the bell.
R2: Shutout Ali Landry, Crawford paying the price for not pressing when she had the chance—Ali jabbing her way in, sets up brawny on Crawford’s chiest and walks her to the ropes. Landry patient, methodical, reaching up under Crawford’s arms to belly the brunette back, packing in leather to belly, keeping supermodel pinned. Ali able to shove those right hands in on the jaw while bodied up. Slam short right forearm to the ribs in tight—Crawford clinching, grimacing as she soaks it up bell to bell.
R3: Landry stunning Crawford early with a stabbing left jab on the eye—Crawford upright, on her heels as Ali gets jiggly. Landry with the right tight at her chest, leaning in and exploding it hard off Cindy’s guard or skull—she’s driving the brunette ropeside with lusty punching and Crawford’s looking windblown. Ali pitches straight rights to the body, palming the left against Cindy’s shoulder to reset, then straightening up to cuff tight hooks against the jaw as Crawford stoops forward. Down the stretch, Landry lording it over Cindy, arching her back as she hooks the tummy, hooks the tummy, shoulders a weepy Crawford back and NAILS hera plowing right hand on the face. CRAWFORD GOES DOWN to all fours—Landry skipping back with glee. Cindy takes a swaying 8—steps out with an extended left and eats a ROCKETING right hand off her left eye which dumps her in a heap at the ropes! Bell sounds, chaos ensues—a shell shocked Cindy C is carted to her corner while Landry glows in triumph.
R4: Ali methodical—circling her wounded prey, probing Crawford in the belly, in the breasts with jabs, then fast and hard with short right hands as Cindy breaks down, Crawford all banged up, flat footed, shuffling to stay square with her girl—she’s regrouping, hands up, albums in, chinned tucked but she’s not able to get enough on Ali to turn the tide.
R5,6: Increasingly sad sight of Ali Landry outboxing Cindy on the outside, outmuscling her, pushing her around on the inside, and beating her body with chilling ruthlessness minute after minute after minute. Crawford can’t uptempo, can’t get her jab working—she’s reacting punching back out of desperation, not getting much on her shots Landry so focused—eyes bright, intense, hands sure as they take what they want, getting achy flinch or groggy head snap out of Crawford as she wilts in steady retreat. Body on body, Landry’s glorying in her ability to twist and writhe Crawford to ropes—supermodel looks heavy legged, damp as she turtles and soaks it up around her elbows to either side from a hard working Landry at the bell.
R7: Crawford shiny from punishment, swelling badly arund the eyes, obviously laboring off her stool, guts out a tough seventh like a warrior. Ali not as zesty after blistering first half—she’s running into the Crawford jab instead of slipping in, allowing Cindy to get the right cross in, then the clinch for a break. Punch N Clutch effective for supermodel—slowing the pace, keeping Ali at the end of her punches—Landry starting to scuff up.
R8: Ali’s been on Cindy’s jab all night long and she CLOCKS a vicious right counter over the Crawford stick to open the round, dropping Cindy in RUINS as the crowd groans. Crawford somehow beats the count—staggering mindlessly to the ropes, swaying as the ref gives her 8 and lets this thing go on. ON COMES LANDRY! Wild grin, overhand rights—Crawford sliding hurt into the corner, covered up and letting the rain bash down. Ali gets low, shoves Cindy’s torso back with rough palms on the chest and neck, stays close to shove in lefts and rights to the breadbasket. Crawford going out—eyes vacant—arms lolling weak around Ali’s shoulders o hips. Ali chesting Cindy back, digging mercilessly to her hips and stomach—Crawford sinks to her backside as Landry steps in her lap, stands on top of her at the ropes. Crawford another 8 count, mouth open, eyes closed and this beating goes ON! ALI HEAVING IT IN! Right hands upside the head—Crawford tilting with gloves t her mouth, taking disastrous punishment numb against her skull. Landry romping, knows she’s got it, bracing Cindy with the left at her shoulder, pouring in right hand after right hand as Cindy droops out, standing helplessly as her head bobbles sickeningly on impact. Crawford finally puddling in a steaming pool of brunette in her corner—Landry filled with bloodlust, doesn’t want to leave the carcass, has to be bodied back by officials. Brutal, brutal KO8 Ali Landry.
After: Landry all sweaty and glorious in victory, hands loose over her head, fingers snapping, hips swaying slightly as she beams down at a devastated Cindy C. while Crawford is loaded onto a stretcher==oh the humanity! Worst beating of Crawford’s career sends her back to middleweight in rags—Landry crows abut in the postfight.
“Middleweight’s just a province of my welterweight empire now.” Ali proclaims, “I’m setting Cindy up as my puppet! Everyone knows who calls the shots north of 130 now!”
Cindy still the champ—faces some legitimacy problems with this loss—she’ll need to rule with an iron fist to erase the memory of this vicious defeat.
Reposted by Archer 11/23/22
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23 SEPTEMBER 2002 TITLE CH ALI LANDRY VS EVA LARUE
Unified Welterweight Title
Posted by Simguy on 9/23/2002, 6:47 pm
Before: Predatory move by Landry, taking Larue off that punishing loss to Jamie Luner, but many still calling this Ali’s best test in some time, “Larue’s got the skills to make Al fight,” notes one commentator, “Landry can’t take anything for granted, She gets cocky or complacent, she’ll wind up on her ass—Eva’s that still late good, Larue in mauve bikini, gold belly chain, Ali in baby blue push up and bikini bottoms.
During R1: Shutout Ali Landry. Larue in a closed stance, looking to counter off the slip—but Landry too sharp. Ali quickstepping left around a sharpshooting jab, placing the right hand hard to the breasts, following up with a swiping hook across chops--Larue on her heel, bending side to side, clearly frustrated with the contact, Landry finishing up the final minute with a brutal beating of Eva’s waistline—nice beefy lefts and right, bat-bat0battng away, puts smile on Ali’s face at the bell.
R2: Shutout Ali Landry. Champ dissecting challenger with that punishing jab, snapping it face, breasts and belly in unpredictable rhythms. Sets up that sledgehammer right—Landry repeatedly nailing rue as she ties to lay over on her right side to slip the jab. Popping shot in the left ear has Larue stamping funky on the spot—Ali following up with a gaudy triple left hook belly, belly, mouth to spill Eva ropeside. Landry stomping away to gut to finish out the round once again, putting mileage on Eva’s fabulous legs, wearing the challenger out early,
R3: Larue abandoning the counterpunch look—it’s not working. Va jabbing with Ali midring, frustrating the champ, stepping back at the right times or walking Landry into sweetly timed right hands on the mouth. Landry fumbling for distance, reaching with her punches. Larue changing up range just enough by dropping her right foot back, rocking out to make Ali miss, rocking in to make her.
R4: Shutout Ali Landry, Credit the champ—she’s outclassing one of the best boxers in the business and making it look easy at times. Larue covering up and getting walloped at the ropes—Landry really sinking in lead-pipe hooks against tanned rightside ribs—Larue cringing, wilting t her left under the bombardment, Al slowing the pace, getting brawny—she’s shoving Larue in the shoulders, slamming home ead right hands to the sternum, then bodying up to smother Eva against the strands, Good big grl boxing from Landry—looking shopworn through 4.
R5: Ali picking on Eva with jabs and hooks, stalking Larue, surprising her with cuffing, poking potshots, Midway through Landry shakes Larue’s legs with a swatting wide hook, jarring short right hand on the button—Eva clinching, holding for time as the ref gets involved. Landry looking to mop up late, but Eva beats her to right hands in the corner: Landry’s legs give a shimmy, she nearly takes a knee—Larue reaches under the arms the shove her girl to the ropes. Landry slumping badly, facing into blows—Larue letting her hands go in ripping arcs belly, breasts and head. Ali sagging, helpless, she’s leaning her right shoulder into the ropes, right hand at her cheek, left hand down, taking ruinous punches to the bell. Ref bodies an eager Eva off her foe—Landry staring, swaying on the spot in swoon.
R6: Eva working Ali over with the jab, harpooning Landry’s sleepy face time and time again. Larue sharpshooting the right cross, cracking Landry’s face to the side—pageant princess’ strong legs keeping her up as she tries to leg out the clock, Girls hooking with each other, both girls rocked—Landry able to avoid the shutout by laying in cheek to cheek, bludgeoning brisket with chopping shots to the bell.
R7: Eva on top, punishing Landry with the jab, forcing back to the ropes, then marauding up and down with flashy combinations until a woozy champ can clinch. Crowd feeling it—Larue’s got the momentum, slowly tightening the noose as Ali grows more and more punished, less aggressive. Landry wilting along the ropes, blocking, getting shook up from strong, stroking blows across her midsection, clinching instead of punching back. Down the stretch, Larue stepping in with, getting her body on Ali, muscling the champ in between beatings. Eva preps Ali with a pawing jab, turns on whistling right hand and GETS BEAT TO THE PUNCH! Ali lying in wait, gets off a tight right hand, ducks down low as Eva misses weakly over the top. Larue corkscrewing to her knees, sprawls insensate on her back and it’s OVER! KO7 Ali Landry in spectacular fashion!
After: Second fight in a row Eva Larue’s looked to be taking over when the lights go out. Ali relying on that hammering right hand to dig her out of the pit—it’s one of the most picturesque stops of the year, Larue breaking down into tears when she comes to—disappointment almost more than she can bear. Gets worse when a greedy, vindictive champ takes Larue for a blubbering walk of shame—Eva trying to hold it back as Ali cruelly displays her. Landry plenty beat up but finding a way to retain her belts, continues to hold onto power with white knuckle ferocity, When asked about the secret if her success, Landry replies; “I honestly believe it’s because I am so much more attractive than these other girls, They see ne live in person and they can’t believe it—you can see them start to shrivel up in their eyes. I bring a kind of physical majesty to the ring that really intimidates other women--they just aren’t the same when they fight me.”
Reposted by Archer 8/2/21.
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27 SEPTEMBER 2002 TITLE CH ALI LANDRY VS TALISA SOTO
Unified Welterweight Title
Posted by Simguy 9/27/2002, 6:57 am,
Before: Soto outrageous in prefight, “I’m telling you now that Ali Landry is soft in the gut. She hasn’t faced a serious Latina body banger before and I’m going right after her tummy. She ay quit in this fight—mark my words.”
Ali guffawing at Soto’s bravado—“We’ll see whose boy gets a work out,” retorts the champ, “I , might just have to beat her ribs a bit to make her pay for all the yapping. God love her for trying though.”
Ali in pale blue push up, bikini bottoms--Soto in mauve bikini top, white lace trim atop the cups, dark purple bottoms.
During R1: First minute: Soto with the right hand at her cheek, pumping jabs, getting close, then hooking the sternum turning her left shoulder into the punches. Second minute, Ali calm, right hand up at her chin, left cross her body, turning her shoulders inside, slipping punches, but Soto’s right on her. Talisa using her left forearm to brace, then snapping off cudgeling hooks, beats in Ali’s rightside ribs, gouging in behind the elbow. Final minute, Soto bangs Landry ropeside—champ bent at the waist, arms crossed against her body, she’s bobbing up and down but taking it tough in both flanks. Soto with a ripping burst of lefts and rights sits Ali into the strands at the bell—atina stomping back huffy to her corner.
R2: Soto with that pumping jab, then getting shoulder to shoulder—Landry laying in with her and taking thumping hooks t her sola plexus, right hands around the elbow early. Landry giving ground, just trying to blunt the attack, suddenly twists into a shearing right, clocking Talisa on the mouth and putting challenger wobbly butt midring, Landry switching to offense, wallops Talisa a loping right on the forehead, steps in as Soto falters back, clubs another curling right off the face—Talisa bashed ropeside in a haze, Landry finishing up brawny, muscling Soto upright with her shoulder, then digging in beefy to the tummy with both mitts. Talisa stooping forward, taking in a stupor at the bell.
R3: All Ali Landry, dropping her left hand to her side, sidling up close to put her left shoulder on Talisa and beating her with slick, slinging rights and lets with lanky delivery in close. Soto sullen as she leans forward, hands u around her temples, as swatting punches cuff her from one foot to the other. Ali using that eft shoulder to nudge and measure, getting off with limber right uppercuts, swatting wide right hands, cuffing left hook body and head. Soto staring, wobbly butt at the bell, but she stands in and takes it like a woman bell to bell.
R4: Landry playing to supple inside, low left hand, left shoulder nudging, picking Soto up with nifty little right uppercuts, shoving the short right hand into the belly, leaning out to cuff the left hook. Talisa comes alive in the second minute, stepping put to create distance, jabbing to get the initiative, then stepping back in to beat the body with pumping lefts and right. Landry shutting down, gloves at her cheek—Soto able to chug in 4 and 5 let/rights to the ribs and stomach, beating champion butt into the ropes. Soto forehead to forehead, pounding away on bronzed torso after the bell—ref pulls her off as Landry looks pouty, sore.
R5: Landry wanting to box, but her legs look heavy—she’s soaked up a lot of Soto leather in the midriff and it’s cost her. By the second minute, Talisa’s walked her girl down, gotten shoulder t shoulder—Soto with the left elbow shove, swatting and clipping tight hooks, turning into a mean little right hand inside that’s bouncing off Landry’s chin. Ali hunched forward, head in close to Soto—she’s covering up well but taking a beating as Talisa finished another round strong.
R6: Soto keeps outworking Landry. Ali fighting off the ropes, leaning back with the right hand at her cheek, left hand low—slipping and bending side to side, but Soto’s not fooled. Talisa getting her head on either Landry shoulder, using her shoulders and elbows to shove up on the champ, hen getting off with bludgeoning flurries—thumping lefts and rights to the belly, ribs beneath the breasts as Ali starts to buckle, More clinching from the champ, more breathing gasps and hurt looks—Landry;s breaking down as Soto goes right at her with hungry, hungry punching.
R7: Soto has her best round thus far. Jabs bashing way at Ali’s left eye, driving her to the ropes—Landry shopworn, sluggish, not answering back. More of that furious pounding to the body—Soto pushing and mauling on her girl, then hammering away two handed until Ali can clinch. Ref breaking ‘em up, shoving Soto back—Talisa wading eagerly back on in as Landry covers up, hunches over and soaks. Merciless beating in the final minute: Soto looming over hundred Ali, digging lefts in behind the elbow, pushing up and cramming rights into the breadbasket, swabbing across that glistening lower bac and LANDRY TAKES A KNEE! Exhausted Ali Landry on the verge of blubbering as she struggles to bet the count, hugging herself in agony while Soto licks salty lips in a neutral corner.
R8: SOTO PILING ON! Al wilting to the ropes, shabby as she bends side to side, trying to slip and roll punches. Talisa POUNDING away, leaning her chin over Ali’s shoulder and hauling in brutal leather to tummy. Landry clinching weakly but Soto’s able to fight through it, heaving the champ back into the rope and bashing away. Whenever Landry leans back into the strands, Soto gets off with straight rights and left from the shoulder, clouting Landry’s face and shaking her repeatedly, Ali busted up, sagging into ropes at the bell—Soto bouncing back to her coner, feeling the upset in the air.
R9: Soto clanging away with Ali midring and BEATNG HER TO PUNCHES! Talisa landing the right inside Ali’s right, beating her to the hook. clubbing her home another right—Landry stumbling straight back on her heels, falling apart as blows pound off her face. Soto bullying Landry at the ropes, shouldering and elbowing her up straight, then raking her with hooks while a dazed Landry covers up and sags, left shoulder in the strands. Beating goes on and on—Soto not letting up keeping her head, shoulders and elbows on Landry in between thudding flurries, making the champ bear the weight, At the bell, a happy Talisa Soto chests up and forces eye contact—Landry bleeding from the nose, eyes unfocused a the ref intervenes.
R10: HAMMER AND TONGS! Landry’s pride won’t let her punk—she’s soaked up a beating tonight but stands her ground to trade. Soto covering up, blocking and upstairs and countering with hooks to Landry’s weeping ribcage, seeking short right hands with a hooking motion up top, Both girls rocked, neither backing off—it’ all about who wants it more. SOTO GOES TO LANDRY’S TITS! Talisa snapping off a series of tight, tight hooks, clouting them across Ali’s bulging breasts and ALI CAN’T TAKE IT! Landry giving ground at last, hands up at her eyebrows, face a tight grimace s she stumbles backward—Soto stepping with, hooking her hard in the side all the way to the ropes. Big, bad Talisa Soto beat don to the bell—Latina’ arms shivering as gloves bounce off Landry’s ribs and hips until referee intervention. Comes back UD10 for the winner and NEW welterweight champion—Talia Soto!
After: MONSTER upset—Soto sobbing as she cops her first ever title, ripping the belt way from boxing’s most dominant champion. Speculation and excuses run rampant: Landry not taking Talisa seriously, not training for the Latina; Landry getting caught up in the body-blow rhetoric, fighting the wrong fight to make a point and paying the price—so on and so forth. Bottom line—Talisa Soto came in the hungrier fighter, winning a lot of lose rounds that Ali didn’t seem to want as much—champion a victim of her own success and getting worked over tonight.
Reposted by Archer 11/23/22
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23 NOVEMBER 2002 TITLE CH GENA LEE NOLIN VS ALI LANDRY
Unified Middleweight Title
Posted by Simguy on 11/23/02.
Before: Landry surveying the title landscape, selecting Nolin as the path of least resistance—brunette bulks up to take on the blonde in a” Superfight” showdown for the middleweight belts. Nolin surprises some pundits with her eager willingness to defend against a girl who’s been a bit of a Gena Slayer in the past. “You’d think she’d want to milk the title for a while rather than risk it in a real fight right away,” notes one old scribe, Gena in tawdry twist te black halter top, yellow scoop bottoms, Landry in red lace push up and panties.
During R1: Gena lunging for Ali, headlocking her, early tossing her to the canvas--ref issues his first breaks and warnings. Ali’s off balance, flustered—Nolin able to reach under brunette arms and body her beefy to the ropes. Gena Lee having a fine middle minute, stacking Ali up and taking great battleaxe strokes with either hand at Landry’s fabulous body. Ali cramping up, clinching—more hard work from the ref to push big bodies apart, Final minute—both girls guilty of swampy tactics—looping arms around necks or waists, twisting and tugging each other off balance. Landry not her slick, sleek self at middle as she grinds it out with Gena.
R2: More punching this round, but it’s still thick and murky in there. Gena will tackle her opponent around the waist, leg-drive her to the ropes and whale away wide to the flanks and bodkin as Ali covers up. Landry will get out of the jam by tackling her foe, bundling Gena to the corner, chugging away until the blonde can tie up. Tackle, stack and whale the only battle plan for either woman as both put a premium on pure strength early.
R3: Ali showing some cleverness at last, retreating to the ropes but banging away with he jab, picking Gena up the hook—Nolin paying the price as she walks in. Landry beautiful s she works out to a tight guard off the strands—a little gutting hook in the stomach, a curling right on the eye—brunette bobbing side to side, turning her shoulders, blocking shots and countering to frustrate Gena time and again. Down the stretch, Nolin stoops, jams Ali deep into the ropes with shoulder block, then pulls out to pound thighs and crotch with blatant, pumping lefts and rights, Ref steps in, an outraged Ali given a moment—a seething Nolin takes another stern finger waggle.
R4: Brawling—just the way Gena likes it. Ali’s doing well, but she’s showing none of the finesse we’re used to seeing from her at welter. Girls just tackling, mauling each other, taking turns with marauding lefts and rights whenever the other covers up hurt. Gena wide, walloping with her blows—fists bashing off the flanks or skidding across stout tummy. Landry a little crisper, curling heshots in rising arcs, working up the gut, breasts to cash in chin in spots.
R5: Gena gets Ali swinging midring—pell mell pitching pays off in a sweeping blonde right clangs onto Landry’s jaw, shaking that million dollar backside as Landry staggers away. Gena bulling into her girl, coming in with her head lowered, arms chugging back and forth underneath, legs churning as Ali’s stampeded hurt to the ropes, Ali grimacing, fighting under duress—she’s getting her chopping little counters in, but she’s not fazing Gena and she’s not stopping Gena from setting up and going to the body with these huge swinging blockbusters.
R6: Ali’s feet may have slowed, but her hands are still welter-quick, Jabbing, Landry lands a neat little right hand from her shoulder, bending in and down with the shot—Nolin’s legs buckle as she reaches to clinch. Landry feasts on exposed ribcage, really getting leverage off her front foot as she puts her back into it. Nolin whimpering, beaten to the ropes—she’s shopworn as Landry squares away and gets big. Bruising Landry beat down—she’s knuckling Gena’s shoulders back to get at the belly, she’s clobbering Gena’s lower back as the blonde sobs forward, keeping her body on the blonde to prevent escape. Solid shutout the most one sided round thus far—Landry clearly buoyed at the bell.
R7: Important round for Gena—she stands her ground, stacking up a series of early Landry bull rushes, and by the middle minute, Nolin’s walking Landry backwards, Gena gaining control in the clinch, then working out of the wrap, anchoring Landry with the left to pack home rights to belly and breasts. Ali glum, sitting in the roes and suffering late-Gena able to stand up tall, pound around Ali’s extended arms as the brunette reaches weakly for blonde hips,
R8: One bashing stalemate after another, Pace has slowed, but punching is still murderously heavy as girls get everything behind hooks, diving rights, meanspirited uppercuts. Jiggling bursts of punching broken up by long, grinding clinches—girls jockeying for supremacy below the waist, walking each other back, trying to stack up at the ropes.
R9: Tired, slobberknocking brawling--just what Gena wanted. Nolin getting the better of the punch and clutch—most collisions end with Gena walking her girl to the ropes for a break. Nolin now working those jugs at every opportunity shoehorning in punches out of the wrap, laying on top of Landry on follow through to smother the receipts. Ali mouthbreathing, shiny with punishment—she’s done a good job defending Gena’s booming overhand right, but the blondes unpacked a vicious, sustained body attack that has the brunette ragged through 9.
R10: Ali jabs—fight gets easy. Landry just shuffling to the left, nothing fancy, sticking Gena in the face, getting those hands up, then swiping a firm right hand across offered ribs, Nolin stubbornly forward, getting nickel and dimed—she’s snarling with impotence bell to bell as Ali post an anticlimactic, safety first shutout to go the route. Comes back UD10 for thr winner and STILL Middleweight champ—Gena Lee Nolin!
After: Nolin insufferable with belts across her shoulders, strutting the ring, waving to her fans--Landry destitute, all banged up, turned back once again as she struggles to continue, The usual assortment of tactics from Gena, punctuated by serious body punching, probably the finest of Nolin’ career as Landry gets caught looking for the looping, overhand right, Ali just lacking that extra gear at middleweight that usually sees her triumph against Gena at lower weights—the look of devastation on Ali’s worn face one of Nolin’s career highlights.
Reposted by Archer 11/23/22