Posted by simguy on 10/5/2007

Before: "It's important to push the pace on Monica," a thoughtful Ali says in prefight. "She boxes like she's trying to submit you - she's old - she doesn't want to rush; I need to get out in front and make her work. A lot of people think she's a counter-puncher because she's so choosy with her punches - but she's not - she's a hold-and-hitter, which means that it wouldn't hurt if I could be a bit wild in this fight. I'm not wild - I'm aggressive - but normally I'm very controlled and disciplined: that might have to change against Bellucci." Big Mons riding high after a big win to get in with the former multi-time welter champ: Bellucci on the cusp of a title shot yet again, determined not to blow the opportunity. "Ali is a European style fighter," Monica purrs at the podium. "She is perfect for me, my style. I am stronger than Ali - I will take her to ropes and make her mine. It is time that Bellucci reigned in the FCBA - Ali is my passport to the throne." Bellucci in purple lace push up and panties, small black gloves; long straight black hair with bangs. Ali in gold bikini, small black gloves.

During R1: Mons engaging Ali in almost MMA style clinching early: Bellucci's left arm reaching round Ali's right hip; Bellucci's left cheek on Ali's left shoulder; Bellucci's right hand pushing into the firm meat of Ali's left-side lats. They push and step around early - then Ali disengages, spitting jabs to discourage pursuit. Landry stepping to midring, face in concentrated scowl: she's pulsing out the jab, stepping left, making Mon move her feet. Ali changes directions, steps right, shoots the right hand: blocked as Mon crosses beefy arms high. Ali reverses again - stepping left while jabbing high; she slants a thudding right hand down into body as Monica's looking to block high - good beefy spank wins a grunt from Bellucci. Middle minute ticks by - Ali sidestepping, picking away from outside, turning her foe: Bellucci just traipsing after Ali like a cranky puppy. SWIFT one-two cracks against Monica's face, knocking her head back: while she's blinking and startled, Ali fits in a second one-two. Landry steps right, tongue pink between her lips, eyes wide - she feints, then brings the hesitation right hand, scoring to Bellucci's mouth. Hook rakes Monica's hulking breasts as Ali steps right: Mon turns to her left; Ali crisscrosses a straight, jarring left/right to either breast, steps right with a cuffing come-along hook scraped under Monica's chin. Signs of butt-wobble creeping into Italian gait - she's stumbling a little, anxious to tie up - but Landry showing good bouncy leg keeps her distance. Right hand lead off the step-right, catches Mon to face again; muscular hook to jug bunches those babies up with a fat, moist clap.

Right hand to mouth startles Monica - Bellucci loosening, eyes distressed. Ali celebrates with a stamping one-two crisscrossed to jug; short left uppercut jagged to chin; sidestep-right as Monica topples forward and another shooting right hand to left ear as she stumbles past. MONICA GOES DOWN! Great shivering of tummy, breasts and backside as Bellucci clatters to knees, face-first in ropes: eyes hollow, groggy, distraught as she climbs ropes to narrowly beat the count.

ON COMES ALI! Landry's eyes blazing, teeth bared - she pounces on slumping Italian - belting the paunch a paralysis-inducing right/left, then working uptorso - left/right to salt away those jugs. Poor Monica! Big Mons hands extended don't-hurt-me style - she's sputtering, out of answers as Ali's squaring away and hustling home the leather. Landry swishing away crisscross straight lefts and rights, shredding the rest of the Bellucci defensce - heroic American breasts swinging side to side as plowing barrage batters Monica helpless. THE REF STEPS IN! Good Lord - TKO1, Ali Landry.

After: Stunning, stunning upset - not so much that Ali could win, but for her to win in such devastating fashion sends a shudder of recognition down the spine of every contending welterweight in the sport. Beaming Ali gathers shellshocked Bellucci up for an exultant walk of shame: this too, a grim reminder of Ali's tyranny in years past. "Pity welterweight the day Ali gets hot," warns one BLONDE! Mag big-girl-beat scribe. "That was the sharpest Landry's been in years - every punch right on the money - footwork keeping her safe while putting Monica in peril. Really an exquisite annihilation if you like that sort of thing. I mean - it's two brunettes - kind of like a couple of hobos duking it out in an alley. But one of those hobos looks dangerous as hell right now."