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22 April 2010 Monica Bellucci vs Moon Bloodgood

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 11 months ago

Posted by simguy on 4/22/2010, 9:17 am,

 

BEFORE: "I just want to stay busy," Moon explains in prefight. "If that means travelling to Italy to face Monica on her home turf - so be it. I dominated Cassidy Freeman, and that's given me a ton of confidence. There's nowhere in the world I wouldn't go to find good competition." Bellucci a mystery: losing record in the States offset by a sparkling winning percentage defending home soil. Recent submission/smother/pinfall wrestling wins over the likes of Zeta Jones and 'Tish Casta confirm that Monica's still a player. "Moon is coming to Italy to be smashed," Broad-shouldered Monica shrugs at podium. "North American actresses are soft - pampered: Moon will suffer before she's used up." Moon in purple sports bra over black push up; purple full coverage spanky trunks; black shoes/white socks rolled down; black gloves/white tape around wrists; brunette hair long, tangly, loose. Monica in white sports bra over black push up bra; white spanky trunks with two red stripes down the hips; black shoes/white socks rolled down; black gloves/white tape at wrists; straight black hair with bangs.

During R1: Some gun-platform jabbing outside; girls falling in, tummying up, push-walking each other around. Lot of strategy in the clinch for Monica: she's always writhing an arm in under one of Moon's to turn her; cuffing right hands to paunch while wrapping with the left 'round Moon's back. Bellucci able to walk Moon to ropes, lay atop her: Monica patient - arms writhing for control, then sudden-pumping at tummy/hips/jugs. Bloodgood grimacing, pinned down: she's writhing her arms, trying to wrestle big Italian off her with little success. Smothering round one to Monica: she pushes up off panting Moon with a cool look of disdain.

R2: Gun-platform jabbing: girls flat footed, standing strong, and shelling. Both naturally gravitate into grunting clinches: circular pushing and walking as each looks for leverage. Bellucci cuter in the clinch - reaching inside with both her arms for Moon's left arm, yanking her off balance, bodying her to ropes: it's Monica on top, smothering and beating her foe. Moon clobbered to paunch: Monica tightening up her strokes to cuff and swipe at it. Monica plowing jug via right uppercuts or pressing forearms: Bloodgood just sick about it but unable to prevent it. Much of the time spent in clinch - Monica pressing her tummy flat upon Moon's - reaching under Bloodgood's arms to chest her into ropes. Suffocating stuff...European official lets it go: Monica free to really grind upon Moon at will.

R3: Early jabbing from set stances, but this time Moon's not so anxious to fall in. Bloodgood palming-up/pushing off - keeping her distance: she's walking Monica down a little as Italian tries to coax her foe into an embrace. Bloodgood stepping in the jab; dropping the right hand (blocked up top, but pounding hard to pecs or stomach): meat of her left thigh shuddering with muscle as she plants for punches.

R4: Bellucci moves her hands midring, clubbing Moon head and shoulders. Bloodgood slugs back - big, beefy chugging action to Monica's breadbasket and bra, steadily pounding the Italian into defensive ear-muff look. Moon persists - chugging uppercuts; clubbing left/rights up top - pounding away on prepared defences as Monica stoops forward behind mitts. Down the stretch, Moon walks Bellucci to ropes: Italian ties up around the head; Bloodgood pumps away thick and methodical to paunch with both arms chugging. Bell: Monica scowling - absorbing a real good go at her tummy through 4.

R5: Moon's thumping jab starting to break Monica down a little: Bellucci flinching back as her face and brow are struck...she's in retreat. Bloodgood walking her girl down - pounding right hands against Monica's presented left shoulder to get her ropeside. Monica moving grumpily to her right along ropes: Moon stepping-with, slamming in the odd left jab or booming right hand to Monica's left arm/flank. Bellucci cranky - wrists crossed at her chest as she tries to keep her left shoulder pointed at Moon: Bloodgood just stampin' away - steady, deliberate straight lefts and rights bludgeoning offending torso. Moon hounds Monica one complete circuit of the ring: Bellucci just soaking up a shelling through 5.

R6: Midring - Bellucci in peek-a-boo, stooping forward between her gloves: she's hurt by a succession of heavy, chugging shots lifted up into her ribs or clobbered about her temples. Second minute: Bellucci rocked again as she's laying on the ropes, eating jabs and accepting hard right hands in her left side or wedged in on jaw over her left shoulder. Moon steady - never rushed or wild: she's stalking Monica, punishing her big girl - getting back/buns/legs into thudding shots. Spanky-trunked backsides shuddering with effort in the clinches as big women dig in, push hard for every yard.

R7: Moon continues to dominate, walking Bellucci down; stalking her along the ropes. Monica shying away - left arm across her gut/right hand palm out at her left cheek - trying to take as much on her arms as she can. Bloodgood not terribly busy, but throwing hard - especially a big swinging sidearm right that takes Monica in her lats and moves her to her right with a grimace. Bellucci content to block shots and walk Moon into clinches. Bloodgood doing a better job wriggling and wrestling with the Italian now, keeping Monica pinned down rather than allowing the reversals. Sweaty stuff - Bloodgood breathing hard, but smiling broad through 7.

R8: Same again: Monica trying to deny Moon rather than attempting to impose will. Bloodgood forward, hitting Monica loud in the body, but largely unable to penetrate up top. Both women wriggling in close to work jug: Monica doing most of her scoring with close-in forearms against Bloodgood's heaving rack. Down the stretch, Moon twitches in a short left/right, bouncing Monica's head back and draping her loose in ropes. Bellucci hurt, covers up face-in-gloves, stooping forward: Moon with left hand at Monica's right shoulder hoists right after right up into Italian breadbasket. Gorgeous, meaty fare: Monica just slumped forward, taking it to paunch: Moon HEAVING it in, grunting loud as her arm shoves-and-reloads brawny. Bell: Moon pushing up off Monica with the same heaviness one associates with sauna-fighting.

R9: Moon steadily reducing Bellucci at ropes - bashing away at arms/torso - occasionally trying to club the head. All Bloodgood until late: Monica crouching in her loose cross-arm jerks a little right uppercut to Moon's breadbasket, bunching her up. Mon leans back into ropes, weight on right leg to swipe the hook across Moon's mouth: BLOODGOOD'S SHOOK! Moon staring, open-mouthed: she's quickly embraced/spun into ropes. Monica's backside shivering as her feet dig in: she pushes Moon deep to ropes, left arm wound round her back as right hand shoves home to body. Monica's right slams into trunks once or twice, then curls into jug: Bellucci crippling Moon late to steal the round. Grim in-fighting - both women with left arms threaded in under the opposing right arms - Monica with better position, just shoving her right hands thick to Moon's midsection/hip. Bell: Monica lands insurance via drifting right hand to chin as ref's late stepping in.

R10: Moon's a little rocked: Monica able to body up and walk her to ropes. Moon: right at her chest/left across her body. Monica: laying on her foe, pushing off, pounding Moon fat wallop to either bicep with splash-over effects to jug. No urgency in Monica: she'll cuff paunch a left hand, then lay in to smother rather than working to put 2 or 3 into Moon. Bloodgood grimacing, but fighting back in spots: shrugging in the right uppercut or swiping little right hands to Monica's left hip or paunch. It's Bellucci on top, but unhurried: she pisses away a lot of time tummy to tummy - left arm threaded in under Moon's right - Bellucci just satisfied to win the round. Decision goes to Moon Bloodgood UD10.

AFter: Bellucci shrugging off the boos: typical smothering/low work rate effort from her irritates even the home-town faithful. Difficult opponent for Moon, but she bludgeons her way through effectively enough. "She's very awkward to fight," An exhausted Moon admits in postfight. "I got so tired just yanking my arms out of her clinches, or pushing her bulk away. But, you know - I came into her yard and pounded her body, beat her arms - there wasn't much to hit the way she was covering up, but I pounded every inch of it. So I'm satisfied: she's an awkward, sloppy fighter to look good against, but the right woman won and that's all that matters!"

 

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