Posted by simguy on 12/8/2007

Before: "I've never tolerated Torrie in my house," says welter strongwoman Ali Landry of wrestling Diva comp, "and I won't tolerate Stacy. These girls are trash - hollow blondes with no talent and less heart. Stacy's legs will keep her safe for a few rounds, but I'll walk her down and take the fight from her. We don't really need to hear from Keibler: I've pretty much summed up this fight." Keibler fuming as she takes the podium. "It's been a long time since Ali held MY belts," Keibler says, eyes flashing, "and even longer since she won a pageant title." Pause for crowd reaction. "That's right - Ali's looking a little tired to me - I'll just say it. This division was crying out for fresh legs when I got here, and I've mowed down every woman who's stood in my way. Ali can be mean and glare and do all her stuff, but none of that matters any more. I'm here to stay, and she can either accept that, or take a beating. Or BOTH! I vote for both!" Ali in gold bikini, black gloves. Stacy in royal blue bikini with big white polka dots; white gloves.

During R1: Stiff pageant jab setting up Ali's right hand: Stacy tasting leather early. Landry stalking, right hand shoulder height - she'll occasionally step in and lead with it: slightly telegraphed, but a very stiff, stamping shot - Keibler elects to dance away from it. Keebs loping the ring, left hand tracing ovals, waving up and down as she maneuvers - then she'll step in hot poke: Ali doing a nice job reading the play, jabbing-with and neutralizing Stacy's reach with better timing. Keebs outboxed, and at one point receiving a very hard right hand on her chin - Ali dictating terms in the first.

R2: Stacy stepping in on front foot, lifting hooks to Ali's breadbasket: wonderful long, cranking action generates lanky leverage. Landry stepping left, feinting the taller beauty, doubling up on jabs, then stepping in with short-short hacking right to chin, followed by a snatching hook to ribs as Stacy's backing away. Wide ranging action - Keibler leggier, but Ali's footwork more judicious - brunette frequently able to win position and score before blonde can get off. Once again, Keibler is struck a stinging right hand to her chin: legs taking it well, but Ali's dialing in awfully early on tall vixen.

R3: Ali almost surgical with that right hand, stepping in and PLACING it on Stacy. Quick jabs often freeze Stace - then Ali leans in, slamming the right straight down into midsection, or getting closer for that chopping right to chin. Keibs rattled and shook by the body blasts - corners of her mouth quivering down as she backpedals: Ali's landing LOUD to torso. Middle minute - Landry stepping in off flicking jabs, then diving into Stacy's ribcage, pounding away just beneath the left breast: Keibler finally shouting out in pain after being so brave, staggering away in trouble. Ali walks Stacy to ropes, jabbing to close, then hooking the ribcage off the front foot: Landry working the other side of the torso now, fitting in thick behind Stacy's right elbow. Keebs damaged, elects to wail away: Landry blocks a shot, slips another, then dips in to chop that chin one more right hand and DOWN GOES STACY! Keibs chin-chopped - back (right) leg gives way, putting her on bended knee. Ali stomping to neutral corner looking pissed off: VERY intense Landry wants to end this. Weepy 8 Stacy: crippled blonde leans into ropes for support, face in gloves; Ali wades in, gets to work. Stout clout applied to long blonde torso, flat blonde waist: Ali just bumping in with her shoulder, tidying up ever last scrap of Stacy's ribcage and tummy. Bell: Keibler wobbly butt, stunned - Ali chests up, makes woozy blonde walk around her en route to stool.

R4: STACY WON'T HAVE IT! Teeth bared, eyes cleared - wonderfully conditioned blonde shakes off terrible punishment and WADES into her brunette. Glorious, long limbed lashing - Kamikaze Keebs in wide, wide stance - leaning in to lead a right hand, leaning away to pull the hook across. Keebs backhanding her jab to recover from her hook action - frequently startling Ali: Landry not seeing the right hand chaser as a consequence, gets her head swiveled. Crowd roaring as tanned, young blonde lopes and leans, long arms cranking, lashing, lathering - just a-pelting shellshocked Ali. LANDRY GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Minute-and-a-half in, Ali's hurt - has to cover up earmuff: Keibler continues to wail away, lathering fists back and forth across Landry's back, head, and shoulders. Ali proving robust - crouching forward, blocking some of the maelstrom, but she's not getting off at all. Stacy circling, letting her hands go - loping in and out as Ali grows sluggish with punishment. Bell: Stacy chests up, blows hair off Ali's face with a conqueror's yell; Landry swaying on the spot, blinks dimly back, lips parted. That's 10-8 Keibler without the knockdown.

R5: Stacy rambling, gambling. She's pasting Ali's face lead right hands and slinging hooks. She's jabbing Ali's breasts stiff, stamping poke, driving Landry backwards. She's hooking Ali in her tummy; lathering across Landry's back whenever Ali bends forward behind her mitts. Ali shelled, but holding it together, firming: final minute sees her start to time Stacy for stiff jabs or stamping lead right hands, punching back Keibler's face. Stacy relying totally on offence for her defence at this point: Ali able to score some timely singles late to stabilize her front.

R6: Stacy more aggressive, more visually impressive with her teeth bared, eyes flashing, fists flailing, legs loping. Ali patient, not about to be lured into a wild-west shootout: elbows are in, she's bobbing and weaving, blocking and rolling-with. Landry picking her spots - connecting on blunt, straight right hands up top and still getting her jab to Stacy's face and tummy. Keibler's round on output: she's making the fight through 6.

R7: Ali starts with counterpunching - timing Keibler's lashes, stamping back straight and true - but brunette slowly graduates to lead, re-imposing will this round. Landry doubling the jab to get close, then driving that straight, pounding right hand palm-down into Stacy's chest or tummy. Shattering blasts demoralizing blonde - Keibler electing to lope away and catch her breath rather than maintain her dizzying punch output. Landry resumes her careful walking-down of Stacy - menacing her, feinting her, slowly inducing her to ropes. Ali collecting several more bashing straight rights in under Stacy's left breast, and a cluster of tidy hooks to waist by the bell.

R8: Ali punishing Stacy's body with those ramming rights and clean-up hooks: blonde legs starting to slow as Keibs goes flat footed. Stacy mouthbreathing, wincing: often, she'll palm Ali's shoulders after Landry's hammered ribcage, and simply push Landry back rather than punching her. Ali staying patient - her pace never reaches Stacy's highest points of the bout, but it's more consistent, always threatening Keibler, pressurizing her. Keibs laying in, tying up more often: Ali forced to writhe her arms, rotate her shoulders to wriggle clear of clinches. Down the stretch, a tired Stacy K pulls straight back, hands low: Ali steps-with, collects a clanging right hand to buckle Keibler's knees at the bell.

R9: Keibler pitchin' lanky early - gangly, elastic lead right hands and sweeping hooks - then she'll push both hands against Ali while sidestepping her. Landry muscling forward, but getting turned midring - Stacy's loosey-goose slugging starts to turn vicious and snappy a minute in. Dazzling up-jab off the hip startles Ali to face - Keibs snarling as she doubles it while stepping left. Keibs slashing in on wide-spread feet, licking a hook heavily off golden brown pageant-winning breadbasket: Ali grimaces, covers up, stoops forward. Winging, roundhouse right takes Ali thick in her left flank: left knee buckles as Ali's in the crouch. Stacy dips left, cranks her lanky hook to Landry's midsection off the front foot, then eases to right foot to hook Ali's temple and LANDRY GOES DOWN! Ali chopped to all fours in astonishment - she's blinking, shuddering on the spot as Keibler bellows in exultation. Ali beats the count - disheveled, rocked: on comes Stacy and ALI ELECTS TO BRAWL! Landry baring her teeth, slugging off the ropes: hammer and tongs results as Keibler rips Ali a right uppercut and catches her the left hook up top. Vicious back and forth sees both women grow ragged, sloppy - girls just pasting each other to chin with punches off the thighs at bell.

R10: Keibler desperately hurt, dangles left at her thigh, right coiled at her chest: she's leaning forward and back, lashing punches onto Ali. Landry facing into lanky blonde pasting, walking through it - she's driving in that palm-down right to body, mopping up hooks up top. Both girls badly weakened, wobbly butt - punches are heavy, but no longer snappy enough to stop the other. Keibs the busier - it's her instinct to simply wail away even when there's nothing there: Landry often covering up spellbound, starts to fall off the pace. Drowsy hammer and tongs slops back and forth to bell. Comes back one point duke for the winner and STILL welterweight champ - Stacy Keibler!

After: Landry puffy faced, busted up: she took the best of Stacy, but just couldn't quite squeeze out the points in a welterweight fight of the year contender. Keebs sobbing in exultation, hugging her trainer and anyone else close enough to grab: delirious victory the sweetest of lanky blonde's career. "I knew I had to beat Ali Landry to be accepted in this weight class," Keibler gushes in post fight. "I wish I could have knocked her out, because she deserved to get stretched, but just outlasting her is special too. Look at the girls I've beat up to get here - I knew I could be the best and now I am - I really am!"