Posted by simguy on 6/8/2007

Before: Hard feelings between perennial welter super-powers translating into tawdry prefight scuffles as girls routinely turn press conferences into catfight-appreciation shows. "Torrie Wilson can't handle the fact that I'm hotter," analyzes Ali - hair disheveled, lavender cashmere sweater torn from recent scuffle. "Being hot is her whole thing - that's all she's got - so naturally, I'm a huge threat to her. I'm sensational - Torrie's just some chick: it really is that big a difference between the two of us and the best way I can show that is to knock her the phuque out!" Wilson similarly scuffed up when she finally settles down enough to speak. "We'll see how bad Ali is without her 'entourage' behind her. She's all big and brave when she's pearl harboring you and stomping you, but I've found that when you square up with her and trade? She gives ground. Look for Ali to be backing up plenty in this fight - all night long!" Landry in triumphant gold bikini, black gloves. Torrie in black bikini, black gloves. Seething, glaring staredown - big beauties refuse to touch gloves like a couple of catty flyweights.

During R1: Ali's first punch - ringing sidearm right - catches Torrie flush upside the head - DASHING WILSON TO CANVAS! Landry hooting, stooping over to taunt poor stunned Torrie on her back - ref pushing gloating brunette away as Wilson crunches up to seated position, face pinched. Shaky 8 Torrie - Landry back inside with a roundhouse right loud to waistline: Wilson sobbing aloud, cringing, and ANSWERING! Landry caught a glorious right roundhouse to chin - she's wide eyed on her heels. Wilson trudging forward - girls trade withering hooks: Landry's head swivels - she's all loose, stumbling forward to clinch. Wilson jerks a tuff right hand to the pit of Ali's stomach, doubling brunette up; hard, clobbering left across the lower back SENDS ALI TO HER KNEES! Torrie screeching, elects to lift a boot into Ali's ribs from off the Landry right flank - all hell breaking loose as ref tackles rampaging blonde away from downed pageant princess. Landry staring, shook as she beats the count: Torrie seething in neutral corner, wading on in soon as she can. Torrie all big-girl on Ali here: blonde left hand pushing on brunette right bicep to anchor Landry for plugging rights to the midsection; Landry crying out, stooping forward all cleavagey - Wilson bodying-on to stack her girl upright against ropes for more. OH THE JUGG! Wilson scowling as she BUFFETS Landry's prodigious rack - great clouting lefts and rights send those babies a-sloshing, paralyzing Landry in stupor at the ropes. Ref has to push a late-punching blonde off her prey: Wilson strutting back to corner hands high, converts a devastating Landry 10-8 into a more pedestrian 10-9 with heroism off the canvas.

R2: Ali still a little weepy - she's shying away - backhanding out a don't-hurt-me jab, looking to duck down and walk Torrie into busty clinches. Wilson stomping after Ali, looking to engage with hard overhand rights, but rarely finding the mark: Landry a little too slick to get tagged if she's looking to deny combat. Round to Torrie on aggression: Landry gets her legs back in a sloppy second.

R3: Pageant jab, ring generalship from Ali as Landry composes herself, dictates terms midring. Torrie looking like a scolded puppy - dukes up, trying to find a way in but getting preempted and hot-poked to face. Landry stepping left, eyes hard, lips set tight - she's boxing for control here, working her foe's pretty face, placing the occasional plowing right hand into generous blonde jug to put a pout on Wilson's face by the bell. Landry strutting back to her corner in good spirits: Torrie gnashing her teeth, wanting to get back to slugging.

R4: Torrie more competitive this round, walking through the Landry jab to swing a muscular overhand right. Ali still the boss - sticking Torrie stiff, then sidestepping her, maintaining distance. When Torrie does penetrate - Landry's there to greet her with a FIRM right hand curled flat to tummy, bunching blonde forward into waiting brunette arms. Round to Ali.

R5: Torrie makes it more of a brawl early - both girls dipping side to side, pulling vicious roundhouses onto or over each other - crowd-pleasing shellack from a couple of big-bodied bangers. Backsides jostling as girls stamp around - eyes flashing, teeth bared - mostly glancing contact scored as both get wild. Ali coming to her senses late - gets back to harsh step-and-poke - jabbing Torrie's face back, sidestepping her as Wilson stagger-steps around all flustered.

R6: Ali feeling confident - she's established control, has command of the ring - she bodies Torrie to ropes, hooks her tummy firmly, then pushes her-to for thudding toe-to-toe. Ali going at Torrie with tightly clipped, clubbing lefts and rights - beating Wilson about her breasts and biceps - wonderful, firm spank. Torrie grimacing, looking discouraged - but she's banging back in spots. Pleasing bashing give-and-take as girls square away, tilt side to side, work each other's torsos methodically to bell.

R7: Torrie lands the overhand right she's been looking for all night - clobbering Ali sideways, chasing her to ropes. Mirror image of the sixth - Torrie pushing in all tuff, bringing her elbows in to tighten up stroke for a systematic, tidy bludgeoning of her foe's hulking rack, strong arms, golden flanks. Ali's turn to grimace and frown - HER body sounds out all spanky as Torrie's mitts clap and rebound. Landry showing a similar compact stance - trading lustily to Torrie's breasts and ribcage, but steadily outhit by Wilson in the seventh.

R8: Now they're brawling again - Torrie smiting Ali that sweeping overhand right to draw Landry's ire. Wide stances, sloshing jugs, bared teeth - picturesque stuff as big girls swing wide, traversing the entire ring in wide-ranging struggle. Even hammer and tongs - but sloppy, rarely decisive contact: Landry composes herself late, pushes inside to engage her girl mouth on shoulder. Ali really tidying up: rolling combinations to paunch; swiping lefts and rights while stepping back, taking Torrie heavily in her jugs. Wilson open-mouthed, falling into punches at the bell.

R9: Ali puts it on Torrie pageant style. First minute - Landry rotating clockwise behind a shelling jab - really breaking Wilson down as blonde's turning, facing into poke. Second minute - Ali mixes in wide, straight-arm right hands upside the head, landing gobsmack on Torrie, putting her wobbly butt. Wilson in stupor, on her heels, eyes welling up as Ali's marching forward. Final minute mop-up on ropes: poor Torrie stooped forward behind her mitts, yelping from short, clouting lefts and rights across her sturdy paunch; Landry weakens her blonde, then stacks her up for the finishing run to rack. Methodical, plowing, side to side jugmugging here: Landry back straight, twisting into shellack - she HUMBLES the Wilson bosom, pancake-clouting away to bell.

R10: Ali salts Torrie away - bad beating for Ms. Wilson. Torrie beat up and discouraged in the ninth: when she sees more of that methodical, pulsing pageant jab in the tenth, she breaks down entirely. Landry walking Torrie down to ropes, squaring away to punch as blonde covers up: ref should be stopping this as Wilson's all but surrendering here. Ali grinning, never one to let up just because it's the right thing to do: brunette unleashes heavy, swinging right and left roundhouses - punches caroming off Torrie's skull and shoulders, taking her hefty in the midsection. Wilson wobbling around, suffering at the ropes - she's finally bludgeoned to her knees as Ali just sets a methodical, clobbering rhythm. Torrie blubbering, but beating the count: Wilson blinking into her corner, clearly looking for the guys to stop it, but no towel is thrown. Ali all grins as she marches, bodies up sumptuous to drape Torrie ropeside: brunette cleans up on hulking Playmate rack to bell. Nothing rushed or frantic about this - just one big girl stacking another up and having a good thudding go at her jugs. Bell: Landry helps herself late - ref pushes her off - Torrie sobbing, hugging herself in despair. Comes back UD10 wide, Ali Landry.

After: Landry taking a well-deserved, slow victory strut - legs lifting majestic buttocks as she steps deliberately around - hands held high - she's positively glowing after giving one of her closest rivals a thoroughgoing beatdown tonight. "So much for Torrie Wilson," Ali shrugs, eyes dancing. "I hammered that slut tonight - just absolutely hammered her. Right now, there's not a better welterweight on the planet than Ali Landry. Feast your eyes boys, because I am IT!"