Post by Archer on Nov 24, 2022 11:34:43 GMT -6
(NOTE: This is the last batch of Ali Landry I be reposting at this time. There are more Ali fights out there, but not sure when I can get to them. Hope these have been a Thanksgiving treat for all FCBA watchers, especially the newcomers who might not bde aware of our fed's wonderful beginnings under Simguy. Happy Holidays! Archer)
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16 AUGUST 2003 TITLE CH ALI LANDRY VS TORRIE WILSON
UNIFIED MIDDLEWEIGHT TITLE
Posted by Simguy on8/16/2003, 7:15 am.
Before: Landry nibbling at the fringes of the division—Wilson carrying the weight better than almost anyone out there, but brunette confident that the skills gap will play in her favour over 10. Torrie didn’t show much boxing ability last time out, but she’s not about to forfeit class to the Pageant Princess—“Everyone knows Ali’s a blown up welter,” coos Wilson. “One hit—that’s all it’s going to take. She can’t run for 30 minutes—not with that fat gut, slowing her down!” Landry not taking the bait—showing a form double bicep shot off the scales to silence the critics,
Ali in gold bikini, Wilson in baby blue push up, navy full coverage trunks with baby blue lace look.
During R1: Landry out to box, gets shocked a long, spearing jab as Wilson strides and reaches it hard to mouth. Torrie spreading Ali out with rigid stick, swinging wide right roundhouses loud to body—she backs Landry to ropes and goes to work big-girl. Wilson glaring as she works, really taking it out of Ali’s flanks and midsection with beefy, sweeping lefts and rights—plopping impacts have Landry stooped forward, elbows in, unable to fight back. Torrie measured, taking the time to body up and prop Ali into the ropes, wrestling with Landry’s limbs on the inside, keeping her back to the strands. Wilson pushing off for distance, then getting ham-handed—batting Landry on the chest or shoulders—thumping blows budging the brunette’s torso—Ali right hand at her chin. Left across her body. Just trying to roll and turn with the incoming. Wilson tidying up the bell—romping shutout puts a dazzling, stupid smile on the Playmate’s face—Landry staring, drained after a comprehensive beat down.
R2: First minute—Landry picks up the tempo—spitting jabs while scooting left left, hook off the jab to the body, sharp right hand on the teeth to drive Torrie back. Second minute—Wilson eating her way into Landry’s body with muscular, wide rights and lefts—walloping strokes have Landry grunting, covering up again—Torrie able to palm up and shove her girl back, packing Landry to the ropes. Final minute—who wants it? Torrie head down, hips shifting mechanically—she’s just bludgeoning that golden brown body in front of her, ropey lefts and rights bashing flank, thumping paunch, curling up into jug, spanking off shoulder. Landry sullen as she rides it out, getting rocked at the bell.
R3: Big booming overhand right catches Ali as she tries to shoulder-roll it—Landry’s head hard to the right as her legs give a shimmy. Ali stumbles in to clinch—Torrie picks her up tight with a clipping left uppercut, turning her shoulder into the punch and guiding Landry on past. Ali trudging hurt to the ropes, digs in—Torrie storming over eyes finishing, teeth bared. Wilson starting out her sequences with that sweeping right in the breadbasket—digging out a breathy sob a Landry buckles, then putting clubbing blows together up and down luscious brunette torso. Landry paralyzed, leaning into the ropes, slumping forward, movements slowing—Torrie just all she wants on glorious, full-bodied blows. Down the stretch, Landry looking to slug her way off the ropes trades right hands on the mouth—Ali dropped back to a seat stunned in the ropes as Torrie shakes it off. Wilson with a slapping hook on the face brightens Ali’s day and NAILS her another crashing right on the face—LANDRY SPILLS TO CANVAS! Ali swooning on all fours, parallel to ropes—Torrie nonchalantly hooks Landry’s supporting left arm with her foot aas blonde passes, neatly dumping Landry to her face. Ali struggles up at 10, but the ref doesn’t like what he sees—fight waved off as Landry blubbers a woozy protest. TKO3 for the winner an NEW middleweight champ—Torrie Wilson!
After: Biggest upset since Kidman/Shields—but Torrie showing what can be done by determined middleweight punching against one of the classiest fighter out there. Landry stamping her foot and protesting teary-eyed in her corner—Torrie strutting the ring, hands high, loving her moment in the spotlight, it’s the highwater mark of her career.
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11/24/22
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06 SEPTEMBER 2003 TITLE CH TERRY FARRELL VS ALI LANDRY
MAXIM WELTERWEIGHT TITLE
Posted by Simguy on 9/6/2003, 10:24 am.
Before: Landry returning to her best weight after a successful sojourn at middle—brunette one of the few to move up and win a title, looking to reestablish herself as one of the pound for pound best in the sport. Important fight for Terry as Landry’s been an absolute Farrell wrecker throughout her career—Ali one of the principal obstacles in Terry’s path over the years.
“I’ve been taking things away from Terry my whole career,” says Ali in prefight. “Now she’s got something else I want. I don’t expect it to be easy, but in the end, I do expect to get my way.”
Farrell in royal blue bikini, high neck top, Ali in gold bikini.
During R1: Landry stepping in the jab to Terry’s chest, driving in with straight right hands to the heart to close, then rotting her shoulders on the inside to give the waist a work out—good bell to bell pressure drives the champ to all four ropes, Bell to bell pressure from Landry as she beats the beef, puts some miles on Terry’s legs early.
R2: Farrell switching to Plan B—turns puncher and catches Ali by surprise with the change up. Terry timing a sweet right cross to chin, beating Landry to the punch—Ali’s right sails weakly as she corkscrews to her knees seconds into the round. Beefy Terry Farrell follow up as she gets on Landry’s midriff with lanky hooks underneath, beating Ali’s butt into the ropes, then kissing another crashing right off her cheek to put the challenger down again in the second minute. Ali taking deep breaths, shakes off the hurt—gloves at her chin, she wades into the advancing Farrell, trades bludgeoning lefts and rights on the inside and FARRELL GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Terry stops punching as Ali hammers away, beating the champ into the ropes and it’s LANDRY mopping up down the stretch! Ali using her head, shoulders and left elbow to prop up and shoves Terry, then beating her breadbasket with snatching left/rights, coming up through the middle with clipping uppercuts to leave Farrell hanging on at the bell. Ref separate slobberknocked beauties—both girls weak in the knees, open mouthed and glassy eyed after a raucous, brawling second.
R3,4: Lanry stalking, gloves up, elbows in, moving her head as she steps forward, trying to get back into range and work her girl over with combinations. Farrell’s legs firming up after harrowing second—she’s staying on the outside, keeping the long jab on Ali, steering her around the ring. Terry making good use of feints to save her legs—twitching Ali onto covering up, then shooting the right hand, getting around the challenger’s left flank. Farrell also smart s she palms up to push after dropping power shot, turning Ali, keeping her from getting off, Ring general Terry takes both rounds, opens up a comfy lead on the cards after 4.
R5: Landry talking till, but more constructive—stepping to her right, using the straight right to help cu off the ring—Farrell unable to free-wheel the way she has been. Sharp, straight punching hound Terry to a corner, she sets up flat footed, looking to test Ali’s chin after that rousing second seemed to expose it. Terry turning into hard right crosses, Ali punching with, both girls coming back with hooks—chins are shaved in dangerous, near-miss action as the crowd roars to its feet. Punching gets lethal, both girls looking to hurt the other and FARRELL GOES DOWN! Heart stopping right hand on the chin catches Terry as her own right just misses—Farrell out on her feet dropping straught down to sprawl on her chest at Al’s feet. Landry stumbling back momentarily amazed, but it’s over—KO5 Ali Landry as physicians rush to poor Terry’s side.
After: Big screens show the sickening impact of Ali’s right hand on Terry’s chin over and over from multiple angles—shattering blow one of the highlight shots of the year as it sends Farrell crumpling to her doom. Landry slinging the belt across her shoulder—all triumphant smiled as she struts across to woozy Terry on her stool—ex-champ hauled to her feet, head lolling as Ali wants her parade. Boos cascade down as brave ex-champ is taken for a shabby walk of shame--Ali oblivious, waving pageant style while slowly guiding Terry corner to corner and talking incessantly to the groggy loser, Landry really talking pains to rub in how good the gold feels, how Terry will never measure up to the “Landry Standard”, on and on—it’s just meanspirited gloating at its worst.
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11/24/22
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07 NOVEMBER 2003 ALI LANDRY VS KATE WINSLET
PARTIAL REPORT
Posted by Simguy 11/7/2003 at 7:06 am,
Ali in gold bikini
Kate in purple/pink horizontal stripe bikini, polo collar sport top
KO5 Ali
In a classic case of “anything you can do, I can do better.” Ali slapped the face of Liz Hurley using the dependable and wildly outgunned Winslet as her dueling glove. Not for the faint o heart—Landry would not be challenged, not be surprised and the tempting vulnerability of her opponent would bring out the worst in the Louisiana vixen.
From the outset, it was apparent that Ali would be neglecting Kate’s chin, using a simple jab to get position inside, then roundly pounding Winslet’s fleshy torso, cuddly tummy an pale flanks. It was Ali easing into Kate, beating her body, backing he up, bodying up to make the Brit feel the weight. Minute after minute a bedraggled and increasingly destitute Winslet fought with her back against the ropes, slapping punches at a stronger, crueler foe with little effect.
In the last couple of rounds—recognition dawned in Katie’s eyes: it was more than apparent what Landry was up, and equally apparent that there was nothing Kate could do to stop it. Winslet wilted, despondent, soaking up crippling body work—Ali grinned, lapping up the helpless Brit, laying on her, pushing back her arms and doing it the slow, hard way. By the fifth, ringsiders were screaming for the fight to be stopped—Kate no longer answering back, just cringing on the ropes, shipping her beating from a relentless, horribly patient and methodical ex-champ. A badly beaten, groggy Winslet quit on her stool, shaking her head wearily at the referee’s query. As if the message hadn’t been clear enough, a harsh, uncompromising Ali Landry pulled her battered victim up of the stool for a staggering walk of shame.
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06 DECEMBER 2003 TITLE CH REBECCA ROMIJN VS ALI LANDRY
Posted by Simguy on 12/06/2003, 9:16 am.
Before: Landry back in the show, but testy—she’s fighting under a Jeri Ryan main even, Romijn’s been getting a ton of media coverage on the back of her Theron win—all combining to make n extra-motivated champ.
“Beating Theron to a pulp doesn’t impress me,” shrugs Ali in the prefight, “to me. Charlize and Becky are about equal—both are overhyped blondes who get whatever they want from promoters and media. Look. Becky’s tall and athletic—that’s enough to give most girls trouble, but I know how to handle all thar. I just don’t think the heart is there—Charlize wasn’t able to bring enough pressure to get Becky to quit inside, but I’ll bring back memories of Mariah with my punching.”
Romijn flushing at the mention of Carey, angry at the podium, but dazzling in a black silk bloue open to the third button, black leather pants, shoulder length blonde curls/
“When are people going to get over what Mariah did to me? That was what? THREE YEARS AGO! Still had model-arms when I fought her, it was a bad match up. I got knocked out and it’s OVER!! Ali—I want you to focus on the present and three names: Hurley. Bellucci. Theron. Those girls I cleaned up and YOU sure as hell couldn’t put those kind of defences together. The only reason you’re in the building is because I want the fourth name on that list. You might not want to admit it, but I’m the hottest fighter in bxing, the most dominant welterweight champ in history, and you aren’t.”
Becky in a black push up, black velvet boy cut trunks. Ali in gold bikini.
During R1: Landry setting the tone early: I’m stronger. I’m the boss, I’m talking this fight to you. Ali attacking Becky’s body with right hands, jabbing to approach, then placing the rights to the sternum, in under the heart, backing a concerned champ up in a brawny left arm and HEAVES her back in the turnbuckles. Staying in that puncher’s crouch, pounding away to the torso with straight punches. Crowd pleasing stuff--Landry getting after Beck with rapid, crisscross punching to the tits—Becky twisting her shoulders side to side. Hands at chest height to parry and deflect brunette’s vigorous assault. Shutout Ali—harsh words exchanged as snarling beauties separated by the ref.
R2: Action more to the middle of the ring—Becky able to get her long jab out, use her legs a little—she’s rotating left to turn aggressive brunette. Ali jabbing with, not forfeiting the punch—still directing straight, flat right hands into the torso of her opponent, pounding her square between the breasts—Romijn lands her own right simultaneously on Landry’s jaw—Landry turns over the comeback hook and ROMIJN’S LEGS GIVE A QUIVER! Beck reeling,away with a sick look of complaint—Ali scooting behind a flicking jab, lads another crunching right to the ribs just under the breast line to send Beck cringing to the ropes.
R3: First minute—Landry doubling up her jab, takes the punch away from Becky—brunette dictating now, negotiating blonde to the ropes as Romijn’s lost the initiative. Second minute, Ali getting back—pressing up on Beck, palming her shoulders, fitting hooks in flat behind the right elbow, bending the blonde’s long frame, Becky open-mouthed, looking frazzled—she’s trying to push Ali off, get a breather, nut brunette just keeps wading in, bodying uo, then separating her hips to get after Romijn. Final minute, gruesome, determined body punching from Landry—crowd groaning as she shakes Romijn with thick, beefy rights and lefts, just sinking ‘em in to the ribs and waist—BECKY TAKJES A KNEE! Romijn sobbing for breath, eyes welling up, hugging at a tuckered tummy—Landry stands there, looking down until ref coaxes her back.
R4: Becky proves a warrior, sucking it up, getting her game together. She apurns Ali with the long, sticking jab early, keeping the brunette at arm’s length, steering her midring. Long rights flow forth, partially blocked or blunted as Ali fades out of range, nut still some whippy stings there Landry can’t ignore;. Ali forced to the perimeter, defensively sound, not getting rocked, but she can’t penetrate Beck’s jab this round, blonde walking her girl down, menacing her all over the ring. Shutout Romijn.
R5: Intriguing battle to establish the jab and distance—Ali wants to get to Becky’s chest and beat her body—Romijn wants to keep jer challenger outside and sharpshoot right hands. Landry circling, then darting in, jabbing body and head—Romijn light on he feet, dancing back, turning at the ropes, the counter-attacking, directing one-twos to the head of her foe. Becky finally takes control late—stinging Ali with firm right crosses on the jaw—brunette can’t risk walking into one of those bombs. Retreats and keeps her distance, yielding to an aggressive champ in the fifth.
R6: Ali with a classic counter early: slips blonde right cross, answers back hook in the flank, hook on the chops with Becky’s stepping in fence post holes. Blonde all shook, corners of mouth turned down—hands on Ali’s shoulders as brunette advances, gets her body on and pancakes champ against the ropes. Ali muscular and rough—palming Beck’s arms up and back, making her feel weight, then digging at her, short, pumping rights and lefts in the lungs, on the waist. and in, it must be said, the trunkline. Romijn grimacing, trying to get low, put her shoulder in to Ali and bump her back, wrapping up around the brunette’s head, reaching around her golden body—anything to slow Ali down. Down the stretch, girls get into a furious exchange—both licking to the body, working their up the torso and Romijn wins the race to the chin, her hook landing a split second before Ali’s and LANDRY’S SHOOK! Ali stunned, reaching in around Becky;s waist. Cheek wet against Romijn’s chest—blonde snarling, viciously heeling her foe’s body around the outstretched limbs as the ref tries to restore order at the bell.
R7: Becky’s shot—legs heavy—she[s forlorn, shying away to the ropes, covering up—Ali squares away, sets strong, starts pounding away at what’s left. Landry numbing her foe with savage punching in under the elbows, Romijn bending at the waist. Face in her gloves, not answering back. Landry comes off the body, systematically working between Beck’s mitts with tight right and left uppercuts, especially popping Romijn’s head up—once that happens she falls apart. Becky groggy, rattled—reacting around Ali’s head and neck—Landry shoving her off and punching hard. Straight blows to the chest to stack the blonde up. Then driving in on her chin hooks and crosses. It’s all too much—Becky shredded, defenceless, just shipping on her rack and chin, getting ragdolled AND THE REF STEPS IN! Groggy Romijn staring over the man’s shoulders—Ali thrusting her mitts skyward and strutting—she’s the TKO7 winner and NEW welterweight champ.
After; Landry beaming—gold around her waist, over her shoulder, feted and fawned over as the press comes flooding back--everything’s right in her world again. Ali boxing enough to deny Romijn the jab and position in the ring, but forcing the issue inside—brunette able to muscle the champ, work her over steadily—stoppage the result of consistent, punishing work amidships that set everything else up. Becky a blubbering wreck, but nothing to ashamed of—great title run puts her at the top if the division, on par with the big names, but pundits wondering if she’ll ever revisit Mariah Carey and finally get that gorilla off her back.
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16 AUGUST 2003 TITLE CH ALI LANDRY VS TORRIE WILSON
UNIFIED MIDDLEWEIGHT TITLE
Posted by Simguy on8/16/2003, 7:15 am.
Before: Landry nibbling at the fringes of the division—Wilson carrying the weight better than almost anyone out there, but brunette confident that the skills gap will play in her favour over 10. Torrie didn’t show much boxing ability last time out, but she’s not about to forfeit class to the Pageant Princess—“Everyone knows Ali’s a blown up welter,” coos Wilson. “One hit—that’s all it’s going to take. She can’t run for 30 minutes—not with that fat gut, slowing her down!” Landry not taking the bait—showing a form double bicep shot off the scales to silence the critics,
Ali in gold bikini, Wilson in baby blue push up, navy full coverage trunks with baby blue lace look.
During R1: Landry out to box, gets shocked a long, spearing jab as Wilson strides and reaches it hard to mouth. Torrie spreading Ali out with rigid stick, swinging wide right roundhouses loud to body—she backs Landry to ropes and goes to work big-girl. Wilson glaring as she works, really taking it out of Ali’s flanks and midsection with beefy, sweeping lefts and rights—plopping impacts have Landry stooped forward, elbows in, unable to fight back. Torrie measured, taking the time to body up and prop Ali into the ropes, wrestling with Landry’s limbs on the inside, keeping her back to the strands. Wilson pushing off for distance, then getting ham-handed—batting Landry on the chest or shoulders—thumping blows budging the brunette’s torso—Ali right hand at her chin. Left across her body. Just trying to roll and turn with the incoming. Wilson tidying up the bell—romping shutout puts a dazzling, stupid smile on the Playmate’s face—Landry staring, drained after a comprehensive beat down.
R2: First minute—Landry picks up the tempo—spitting jabs while scooting left left, hook off the jab to the body, sharp right hand on the teeth to drive Torrie back. Second minute—Wilson eating her way into Landry’s body with muscular, wide rights and lefts—walloping strokes have Landry grunting, covering up again—Torrie able to palm up and shove her girl back, packing Landry to the ropes. Final minute—who wants it? Torrie head down, hips shifting mechanically—she’s just bludgeoning that golden brown body in front of her, ropey lefts and rights bashing flank, thumping paunch, curling up into jug, spanking off shoulder. Landry sullen as she rides it out, getting rocked at the bell.
R3: Big booming overhand right catches Ali as she tries to shoulder-roll it—Landry’s head hard to the right as her legs give a shimmy. Ali stumbles in to clinch—Torrie picks her up tight with a clipping left uppercut, turning her shoulder into the punch and guiding Landry on past. Ali trudging hurt to the ropes, digs in—Torrie storming over eyes finishing, teeth bared. Wilson starting out her sequences with that sweeping right in the breadbasket—digging out a breathy sob a Landry buckles, then putting clubbing blows together up and down luscious brunette torso. Landry paralyzed, leaning into the ropes, slumping forward, movements slowing—Torrie just all she wants on glorious, full-bodied blows. Down the stretch, Landry looking to slug her way off the ropes trades right hands on the mouth—Ali dropped back to a seat stunned in the ropes as Torrie shakes it off. Wilson with a slapping hook on the face brightens Ali’s day and NAILS her another crashing right on the face—LANDRY SPILLS TO CANVAS! Ali swooning on all fours, parallel to ropes—Torrie nonchalantly hooks Landry’s supporting left arm with her foot aas blonde passes, neatly dumping Landry to her face. Ali struggles up at 10, but the ref doesn’t like what he sees—fight waved off as Landry blubbers a woozy protest. TKO3 for the winner an NEW middleweight champ—Torrie Wilson!
After: Biggest upset since Kidman/Shields—but Torrie showing what can be done by determined middleweight punching against one of the classiest fighter out there. Landry stamping her foot and protesting teary-eyed in her corner—Torrie strutting the ring, hands high, loving her moment in the spotlight, it’s the highwater mark of her career.
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06 SEPTEMBER 2003 TITLE CH TERRY FARRELL VS ALI LANDRY
MAXIM WELTERWEIGHT TITLE
Posted by Simguy on 9/6/2003, 10:24 am.
Before: Landry returning to her best weight after a successful sojourn at middle—brunette one of the few to move up and win a title, looking to reestablish herself as one of the pound for pound best in the sport. Important fight for Terry as Landry’s been an absolute Farrell wrecker throughout her career—Ali one of the principal obstacles in Terry’s path over the years.
“I’ve been taking things away from Terry my whole career,” says Ali in prefight. “Now she’s got something else I want. I don’t expect it to be easy, but in the end, I do expect to get my way.”
Farrell in royal blue bikini, high neck top, Ali in gold bikini.
During R1: Landry stepping in the jab to Terry’s chest, driving in with straight right hands to the heart to close, then rotting her shoulders on the inside to give the waist a work out—good bell to bell pressure drives the champ to all four ropes, Bell to bell pressure from Landry as she beats the beef, puts some miles on Terry’s legs early.
R2: Farrell switching to Plan B—turns puncher and catches Ali by surprise with the change up. Terry timing a sweet right cross to chin, beating Landry to the punch—Ali’s right sails weakly as she corkscrews to her knees seconds into the round. Beefy Terry Farrell follow up as she gets on Landry’s midriff with lanky hooks underneath, beating Ali’s butt into the ropes, then kissing another crashing right off her cheek to put the challenger down again in the second minute. Ali taking deep breaths, shakes off the hurt—gloves at her chin, she wades into the advancing Farrell, trades bludgeoning lefts and rights on the inside and FARRELL GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Terry stops punching as Ali hammers away, beating the champ into the ropes and it’s LANDRY mopping up down the stretch! Ali using her head, shoulders and left elbow to prop up and shoves Terry, then beating her breadbasket with snatching left/rights, coming up through the middle with clipping uppercuts to leave Farrell hanging on at the bell. Ref separate slobberknocked beauties—both girls weak in the knees, open mouthed and glassy eyed after a raucous, brawling second.
R3,4: Lanry stalking, gloves up, elbows in, moving her head as she steps forward, trying to get back into range and work her girl over with combinations. Farrell’s legs firming up after harrowing second—she’s staying on the outside, keeping the long jab on Ali, steering her around the ring. Terry making good use of feints to save her legs—twitching Ali onto covering up, then shooting the right hand, getting around the challenger’s left flank. Farrell also smart s she palms up to push after dropping power shot, turning Ali, keeping her from getting off, Ring general Terry takes both rounds, opens up a comfy lead on the cards after 4.
R5: Landry talking till, but more constructive—stepping to her right, using the straight right to help cu off the ring—Farrell unable to free-wheel the way she has been. Sharp, straight punching hound Terry to a corner, she sets up flat footed, looking to test Ali’s chin after that rousing second seemed to expose it. Terry turning into hard right crosses, Ali punching with, both girls coming back with hooks—chins are shaved in dangerous, near-miss action as the crowd roars to its feet. Punching gets lethal, both girls looking to hurt the other and FARRELL GOES DOWN! Heart stopping right hand on the chin catches Terry as her own right just misses—Farrell out on her feet dropping straught down to sprawl on her chest at Al’s feet. Landry stumbling back momentarily amazed, but it’s over—KO5 Ali Landry as physicians rush to poor Terry’s side.
After: Big screens show the sickening impact of Ali’s right hand on Terry’s chin over and over from multiple angles—shattering blow one of the highlight shots of the year as it sends Farrell crumpling to her doom. Landry slinging the belt across her shoulder—all triumphant smiled as she struts across to woozy Terry on her stool—ex-champ hauled to her feet, head lolling as Ali wants her parade. Boos cascade down as brave ex-champ is taken for a shabby walk of shame--Ali oblivious, waving pageant style while slowly guiding Terry corner to corner and talking incessantly to the groggy loser, Landry really talking pains to rub in how good the gold feels, how Terry will never measure up to the “Landry Standard”, on and on—it’s just meanspirited gloating at its worst.
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07 NOVEMBER 2003 ALI LANDRY VS KATE WINSLET
PARTIAL REPORT
Posted by Simguy 11/7/2003 at 7:06 am,
Ali in gold bikini
Kate in purple/pink horizontal stripe bikini, polo collar sport top
KO5 Ali
In a classic case of “anything you can do, I can do better.” Ali slapped the face of Liz Hurley using the dependable and wildly outgunned Winslet as her dueling glove. Not for the faint o heart—Landry would not be challenged, not be surprised and the tempting vulnerability of her opponent would bring out the worst in the Louisiana vixen.
From the outset, it was apparent that Ali would be neglecting Kate’s chin, using a simple jab to get position inside, then roundly pounding Winslet’s fleshy torso, cuddly tummy an pale flanks. It was Ali easing into Kate, beating her body, backing he up, bodying up to make the Brit feel the weight. Minute after minute a bedraggled and increasingly destitute Winslet fought with her back against the ropes, slapping punches at a stronger, crueler foe with little effect.
In the last couple of rounds—recognition dawned in Katie’s eyes: it was more than apparent what Landry was up, and equally apparent that there was nothing Kate could do to stop it. Winslet wilted, despondent, soaking up crippling body work—Ali grinned, lapping up the helpless Brit, laying on her, pushing back her arms and doing it the slow, hard way. By the fifth, ringsiders were screaming for the fight to be stopped—Kate no longer answering back, just cringing on the ropes, shipping her beating from a relentless, horribly patient and methodical ex-champ. A badly beaten, groggy Winslet quit on her stool, shaking her head wearily at the referee’s query. As if the message hadn’t been clear enough, a harsh, uncompromising Ali Landry pulled her battered victim up of the stool for a staggering walk of shame.
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06 DECEMBER 2003 TITLE CH REBECCA ROMIJN VS ALI LANDRY
Posted by Simguy on 12/06/2003, 9:16 am.
Before: Landry back in the show, but testy—she’s fighting under a Jeri Ryan main even, Romijn’s been getting a ton of media coverage on the back of her Theron win—all combining to make n extra-motivated champ.
“Beating Theron to a pulp doesn’t impress me,” shrugs Ali in the prefight, “to me. Charlize and Becky are about equal—both are overhyped blondes who get whatever they want from promoters and media. Look. Becky’s tall and athletic—that’s enough to give most girls trouble, but I know how to handle all thar. I just don’t think the heart is there—Charlize wasn’t able to bring enough pressure to get Becky to quit inside, but I’ll bring back memories of Mariah with my punching.”
Romijn flushing at the mention of Carey, angry at the podium, but dazzling in a black silk bloue open to the third button, black leather pants, shoulder length blonde curls/
“When are people going to get over what Mariah did to me? That was what? THREE YEARS AGO! Still had model-arms when I fought her, it was a bad match up. I got knocked out and it’s OVER!! Ali—I want you to focus on the present and three names: Hurley. Bellucci. Theron. Those girls I cleaned up and YOU sure as hell couldn’t put those kind of defences together. The only reason you’re in the building is because I want the fourth name on that list. You might not want to admit it, but I’m the hottest fighter in bxing, the most dominant welterweight champ in history, and you aren’t.”
Becky in a black push up, black velvet boy cut trunks. Ali in gold bikini.
During R1: Landry setting the tone early: I’m stronger. I’m the boss, I’m talking this fight to you. Ali attacking Becky’s body with right hands, jabbing to approach, then placing the rights to the sternum, in under the heart, backing a concerned champ up in a brawny left arm and HEAVES her back in the turnbuckles. Staying in that puncher’s crouch, pounding away to the torso with straight punches. Crowd pleasing stuff--Landry getting after Beck with rapid, crisscross punching to the tits—Becky twisting her shoulders side to side. Hands at chest height to parry and deflect brunette’s vigorous assault. Shutout Ali—harsh words exchanged as snarling beauties separated by the ref.
R2: Action more to the middle of the ring—Becky able to get her long jab out, use her legs a little—she’s rotating left to turn aggressive brunette. Ali jabbing with, not forfeiting the punch—still directing straight, flat right hands into the torso of her opponent, pounding her square between the breasts—Romijn lands her own right simultaneously on Landry’s jaw—Landry turns over the comeback hook and ROMIJN’S LEGS GIVE A QUIVER! Beck reeling,away with a sick look of complaint—Ali scooting behind a flicking jab, lads another crunching right to the ribs just under the breast line to send Beck cringing to the ropes.
R3: First minute—Landry doubling up her jab, takes the punch away from Becky—brunette dictating now, negotiating blonde to the ropes as Romijn’s lost the initiative. Second minute, Ali getting back—pressing up on Beck, palming her shoulders, fitting hooks in flat behind the right elbow, bending the blonde’s long frame, Becky open-mouthed, looking frazzled—she’s trying to push Ali off, get a breather, nut brunette just keeps wading in, bodying uo, then separating her hips to get after Romijn. Final minute, gruesome, determined body punching from Landry—crowd groaning as she shakes Romijn with thick, beefy rights and lefts, just sinking ‘em in to the ribs and waist—BECKY TAKJES A KNEE! Romijn sobbing for breath, eyes welling up, hugging at a tuckered tummy—Landry stands there, looking down until ref coaxes her back.
R4: Becky proves a warrior, sucking it up, getting her game together. She apurns Ali with the long, sticking jab early, keeping the brunette at arm’s length, steering her midring. Long rights flow forth, partially blocked or blunted as Ali fades out of range, nut still some whippy stings there Landry can’t ignore;. Ali forced to the perimeter, defensively sound, not getting rocked, but she can’t penetrate Beck’s jab this round, blonde walking her girl down, menacing her all over the ring. Shutout Romijn.
R5: Intriguing battle to establish the jab and distance—Ali wants to get to Becky’s chest and beat her body—Romijn wants to keep jer challenger outside and sharpshoot right hands. Landry circling, then darting in, jabbing body and head—Romijn light on he feet, dancing back, turning at the ropes, the counter-attacking, directing one-twos to the head of her foe. Becky finally takes control late—stinging Ali with firm right crosses on the jaw—brunette can’t risk walking into one of those bombs. Retreats and keeps her distance, yielding to an aggressive champ in the fifth.
R6: Ali with a classic counter early: slips blonde right cross, answers back hook in the flank, hook on the chops with Becky’s stepping in fence post holes. Blonde all shook, corners of mouth turned down—hands on Ali’s shoulders as brunette advances, gets her body on and pancakes champ against the ropes. Ali muscular and rough—palming Beck’s arms up and back, making her feel weight, then digging at her, short, pumping rights and lefts in the lungs, on the waist. and in, it must be said, the trunkline. Romijn grimacing, trying to get low, put her shoulder in to Ali and bump her back, wrapping up around the brunette’s head, reaching around her golden body—anything to slow Ali down. Down the stretch, girls get into a furious exchange—both licking to the body, working their up the torso and Romijn wins the race to the chin, her hook landing a split second before Ali’s and LANDRY’S SHOOK! Ali stunned, reaching in around Becky;s waist. Cheek wet against Romijn’s chest—blonde snarling, viciously heeling her foe’s body around the outstretched limbs as the ref tries to restore order at the bell.
R7: Becky’s shot—legs heavy—she[s forlorn, shying away to the ropes, covering up—Ali squares away, sets strong, starts pounding away at what’s left. Landry numbing her foe with savage punching in under the elbows, Romijn bending at the waist. Face in her gloves, not answering back. Landry comes off the body, systematically working between Beck’s mitts with tight right and left uppercuts, especially popping Romijn’s head up—once that happens she falls apart. Becky groggy, rattled—reacting around Ali’s head and neck—Landry shoving her off and punching hard. Straight blows to the chest to stack the blonde up. Then driving in on her chin hooks and crosses. It’s all too much—Becky shredded, defenceless, just shipping on her rack and chin, getting ragdolled AND THE REF STEPS IN! Groggy Romijn staring over the man’s shoulders—Ali thrusting her mitts skyward and strutting—she’s the TKO7 winner and NEW welterweight champ.
After; Landry beaming—gold around her waist, over her shoulder, feted and fawned over as the press comes flooding back--everything’s right in her world again. Ali boxing enough to deny Romijn the jab and position in the ring, but forcing the issue inside—brunette able to muscle the champ, work her over steadily—stoppage the result of consistent, punishing work amidships that set everything else up. Becky a blubbering wreck, but nothing to ashamed of—great title run puts her at the top if the division, on par with the big names, but pundits wondering if she’ll ever revisit Mariah Carey and finally get that gorilla off her back.
Reposted by Archer
11/24/22