Posted by Simguy on 1/28/2006, 10:03 am.

Before: Familiar rivals, former stablemates square off—both in need of a little boost in an increasing competitive welterweight division. Banks off a decision loss to cagey Estella Warren—Tyra’s supermodel ego a real asset when it comes to shrugging off setbacks. “Ali’s chin looks ripe for the picking,” Tyra gushes in prefight, “When I stretch her out, no one’s going to remember Estella Warren’s name.” Landry the long time queen of the division, under some pressure these days: insufferable Jeri Ryan lounging on the throne, other girls leapfrogging Ali in the standings—“it’s time for a refresher course in Ali 101,” Landry smirks in prefight. “Tyra’s no threat to me, but fighting her grabs headlines and that’s what I need right now. She’s like an unmade bed or weeds in the garden: Tyra Banks is just a chore that needs doing every now and again.” Ali in gold bikini—Tyra in pink lace push up, pink bikini bottoms with larhe white polka dots, hair up.l White gloves both vixens.

During R1: Rangy, flat footed boxing midring—what you’d expect from well schooled Miss America and Supermodel types. Tyra; weight on right foot, leaning away fro Ali, lifting the jab off the hip and looking to bend into right crosses. Landry dukes up, weight more evenly distributed—she’s chopping the jab out from her shoulder or pawing it—also looking to chase with crosses, but not opposed to hooking off the jab to spice things up,. Gentle clockwise circling—neither girl hurt—Ali the better beauty in a tactical first.

R2: Similar stuff—but Tyra a little more aggressive, letting the right hand go more often—Landry stepping out and retreating starts to give away canvas, Ali keeping dukes up, using her legs for defence—Tyra stalking, patiently walking Ali down, not a lot of contact—positionally, Tyra the aggressor, judges have to respect that.

R3: Temperature rises a few degrees: Tyra taking it to Ali with vigour. Hot, snapping jabs off the hip, whistling right crosses—Tyra not all that accurate, but she’s getting lanky-limbed, big-girl leverage on these shots that has Ali bailing out of her stance. Landry chased to the perimeter—concerned expression on her face as she concentrates, blocks, sidesteps, Tyra able to step into a fee choice long hand SPAK! off Ali’s proud midsection—Landry looking a little bullied—shying away from Banks’ booming right rather than risking exchanges.

R4: Tyra giving herself over to attack—gets reckless, gets caught this round. Second minute Landry: slips in under a sweeping Banks right; answers back a quick-clouting hook from the crouch, swiveling Tyra’s head, buckling her knees. Ali reaching in to wrap up, bodies her girl to ropes: buxom beatdown ensues as Landry squares up, lets hands go. Muscular pounding of Tyra’s generous rack has supermodel swooning, lips parted drowsily—Landry able to graduate from there to the gut, ribs and chin. Ali getting very big on Tyra—palming and heeling her, bashing her biceps and shoulders, thumping away on torso and tummy, Landry leaning on her foe, making her take weight in the clinches—classic smothering assault on the ropes has Banks breathless at the bell.

R5: Ali batting mitts together off her stool: eyes flashing, nostrils flaring; she wants more Tyra. Banks fluttery-eyed, pouty-lipped—she’s shying away, pushing her left hand out I don’t-hurt-me fashion, Banks a little smarter with Ali bulling in at the ropes—folding Landry into smothering clinches, hanging on for ref’s breaks as fight bogs down into murky stop-and-go. Landry happy to work inside—she’s always felt superior toe-to-toe and she’s proving it once again, smashing at the goodness of Yyra’s hips, flanks, arms and chest with both hands. Tyra grimacing, pushing, clinching—she takes a bell to bell beatdown, mostly butt-in-ropes as Landry piles on through 5.

R6: Ali nails Tyra straight back up a stinging right cross—Banks staggering into ropes dull-eyed and staring to start the sixth. Another muscular beatdown applied—Ali putting a belly on Tyra, smearing her, roughing her up with forearms and tousle-rubbing in sweaty clinches. Landry lowering her head, getting her left shoulder into Tyra’s chest to bump her off: good clouting assault mounted against supermodel paunch and waistline—Ali keeping it short n’ thick, twisting side to side as she pounds mitts off meat. Banks answering off the ropes late—licking, lanky right uppercuts—good punch selection sees Landry field a few solid chin-checks down the stretch.

R7: Best minutes for Tyra in a while—she keeps Ali at arms length with a ropey, stinging up-jab—Landry on her heels, dukes up, peering out between her mitts as banks circles. Tyra’s leaning into go-home tight hands, but missing over the top: Landry really scouting the punch well, has yet to be hurt by it. Final minute: girls trade stout, poking jabs to mouth, race for right hands and TYRA GETS DROPPED! Shattering, sudden impact—Banks crumpling then sprawling on her back in astonishment: Ali tall, resplendent, glaring down with smoldering satisfaction as she yanks the round out from under Tyra’s feet in the dying moments.

R8: Tyra proves a warrior, rallying off the canvas to take the fight to Ali this round. Landry fading to the ropes, pointing her left shoulder at Ty, giving her head-movement: Ali’s had good success counterpunching tonight and looks to time banks for a finisher, Tyra jabbing at Ali’s shoulder, slinging the right hand heavy over the top—Landry rolling with it, but Tyra’s crowding in, shortening up stroke and lashing Landry’s waist/back thick strapping left/rights. Much improved banks on the inside—she’s able to crowd, lift her punches into Ali’s body and smother her, foiling Landry’s plan to score a fight-winning single shot counter.

R9: Ali still coy, rolling Tyra’s right hands, looking to counter with something devastating; Landry s a little too patient as Banks takes the fight to her rival. Second minute, Ali presenting her left side, right shoulder against the ropes—she takes a withering, whip-armed right hand in the lower back that stiffens her legs, has her breathless. Tyra’s eyes lighting up—she straightens, twists to her right, pulling a glorious sloshing hook onto Ali’s face, spilling Landry in stupor against the ropes, left uppercut just misses as Ali’s drooping forward—Landry smart to one knee as Banks sweeps a right hand over the top—ref shoving Tyra back as Ali gathers herself for an 8. ON COMES TYRA! Ali earmuffing up, sitting into the ropes—Banks strides on in and goes to town: big swinging rights and lefts wide to the hips and back; hoisting left and right uppercuts slung low to belly, thick n’ splashy to rack. Ali hurt, bending forward, lolling back, rolling punches—she slaps Tyra a left hook to the cheek, ducks under a Tyra right while swinging a wide right sloppy to Tyra’s ear, then steps into a tight hook-off-the-crouch to DROP BANKS ON HER BACK! Ali staggering forward, blowing Banks to the canvas and trampling her—poor Tyra curling up on her side, spits out her mouthpiece and CAN’T BEAT THE COUNT! Thunderclap finish sees both beauties wrecked, but Ali’s the last woman standing! KO9 Ali Landry.

After: Ali back with a flash, but she knows she needs to be cover-worthy to extract maximum pub from the win: Tyra’s got to suffer. Banks brought around and made to stand blubbering, while Ali afixes Tyra’s own Victoria’s Secret Body saddle to Banks’ glossy back, Belly strap cinched in tight across caramel-brown tummy; Tyra fitting her arms through the padded shoulder straps, leaning into them. Whimpering Banks goes to one knee so Ali can climb on—Landry sitting with her knees supported by pads at Tyra’s hips for jockey-like posture on the mount. “UP!” Landry commands, left hand entwined in the “reins” of Tyra’s hair—simpering Tyra wobbles upright, hands gripping the shoulder straps as she staggers forward, ridden around the ring by a glorious Ali Landry. Ali beaming, waving with the right hand, milks the moment.

Reposted by Archer 3/9/10.