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15 July 2003 Ashanti Douglas vs Janet Jackson

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 8 months ago

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Posted by Simguy on 7152003, 7:34 pm.

Ashanti in sporty red bikini (from video)
Janet in leopard print push up, black bikini bottoms

Outdoor ring set up at high noon, Compton (Calif.) Swap Meet

Ashanti quits on her stool after 5

Sooner or later--you want to be the woman, you gotta beat that woman. No surprise this fight got made--Ashanti ripping off the look and steam of the venerable Double J, only a matter of time before the ingénue’s handlers felt confident enough to step up and make it official in the ring. Both girls notorious for weight problems--Janet came in like a rock, Ashanti a full weight class bigger, softer, smoother, but when it came down to, harder would have been better--mentally and physically.

Janet coasted to points in the first--showing the speed of hand and foot, the flashy combinations as she announced herself on Ashanti’s curvaceous belly, tits and pretty face, but it was clear that the younger woman was just getting warmed up, From that point on, Ashanti made the fight, bullying Janet to the ropes, pounding away body and head with nifty-quick hands and muscular grinding pressure. Jackson couldn’t get her back off the ropes and the two nubile bodies writhed and pushed at close quarters for expensive punching room. And minute after minute, round after round--it looked as through the torch were passing, Janet couldn’t get her way against Ashanti, was constantly pressed and mauled against the ropes and the younger girl’s heavier hands clearly took a toll on veteran ribs and midsection. Ashanti glowed as Janet wilted--a story as old as boxing itself. And then, Janet came out roaring in the fifth.

Ashanti found herself ripped by a hardhearted, glaring Janet J--Jackson letting her hands go in unstoppable burst, tearing up jelly downstairs, busting Ashanti upside the head with walloping tripled up hooks. The younger beauty staggered around the ring windblown, and when she stood her ground--it was a helpless forward crouch, arms crossed, staring into punishment as Jackson applied a hateful two-fisted beating. When a cut opened above Ashanti’s left eye--it was clear the kid wasn;t ready for it--she froze, stupefied as Jackson beat jer in the body a series of gouging hooks to force a knockdown. The final minute saw Ashanti mauled in her corner, covered up pathetic as Jackson completed one of the most savage non-stop punching displays of her career--chest heaving, eyes flashing at the bell. The kid’s thick legs and stout trunk wouldn’t let her go down, but inside her battered breast, the ticker test would not be passed. A panicked and stunned Ashanti blubbered her surrender to the visiting ref as a snarling Janet Jackson strutted her stuff midring.

Reposted by Archer 7/21/10.

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