UNIFIED MIDDLEWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by Simguy on 10/25/2003, 10:51 am.

Before: “We’re ushering in a golden new age of big-girl boxing!” Proclaims a beaming Janet Jones in preflight. “There hasn’t been a woman like Kristanna in this sport since Sophia Loren--Kris is the Loren of the 21st century and we will FLATTEN this division to prove it. Loken will rule with an iron heel, crushing all…” on and on--Janet filibustering for something like 45 minutes on the subject of Loken’s invulnerability. Confidence is backed up by the opponent selection: Bellucci no joke, even at middleweight--Monica might just be as strong, and she’s very well schooled for a big girl. Although Krusher/Tech tensions have simmered somewhat since a blazing out of control summer, both women are urged in camp to go for the KO if it’s there. Silver bikini, white bikini Kristanna--nose to nose staredown as Loken tries to intimidate her raven-haired rival to no avail during ring instructions.

During R1: Biggest improvement in Loken is her boxing at a distance--she’s fighting better in space, moving at midring with intelligence--Monica hanging back, looking to bait traps and the kid isn’t biting, Kris patiently stepping to either side, thumping out her jab, bringing her hands back to her chest and ready to form a high guard if she needs it. Systematic stuff from the champ--she’s positioning Mon with the stick, then swinging in wide rights to the body to drain those legs, flat, banging rights/lefts on the shoulders whenever Monica covers up, leans in. Bellucci showing some strength late, finally getting to Kristanna’s chest, wrapping up her ribcage and walking her back with trudging steps to the ropes. Kris wide-eyed as she’s shoved up into the strands, then worked over a little bit--Monica staying compact, thumping away across the chest and biceps of her girl with cement bag rights and lefts at the bell.

R2: Similar stuff, but Loken digging in more whenever Bellucci gets inside--blonde looking to tie up, hold her ground--she doesn’t want Monica getting strong on her again. Stop and go stuff, not a lot of offense as Kris stands at range, looks o turn on right hands as Bellucci tries to weave in close, then it’s muscular struggling chest to chest. Ref tugging on brawny arms to break clinches, occasionally working hard to push big women back--girls staring at each other like he’s not even there, wading back in and trying to impose their will.

R3: Loken getting her way with the jab--Monica arms crossed, bending side to side, but blonde tracking her with shock, stepping to the right, walking around--Kris really using midring like a pro. Bellucci relentless, but midway through--Loken feathering the jab, gets Monica to duck forward and lights her up GORGEOUS the curling Buster Douglas right uppercut! OH Monica’s hurt, stepping in fence post holes, beautiful face forlorn as she staggers, looking to clinch--Loken takes advantage. Kris riding her left on Monica’s right shoulder, slumping the brunette over while tugging her forward and jam-packing thick right hands mercilessly to paunch, up into jug, helping heself with marauding blows until ref finally breaks it up, warning Kris not hold and hit. Loken steps forward with a spiking jab, banging back Monica’s drowsy face, getting the Italian baby-stepping backward. POUNDING right on the chin swivels Monica’s head--immediate, strapping left hook in the belly paralyzes Bellucci’s legs--Loken grinning as the bell sounds, leaving Bellucci tottering on the edge of abyss.

R4: Monica whimpering quietly in her corner--trainer massaging her numb legs, rubbing her ribs, trying to coax life back into the Italian beauty--Loken greedily taking in a stream of water, spitting, laughing, tossing her sweaty head--she’s ready to go. Kris roaring off her stool, missing a crazy right hand to begin the round, piles into Monica and walks her brawny to the ropes for a break, Rinse and repeat--Kris just pouring into Monica with lusty power shots, missing, but bodying up and glorying in the strength as she presses her girl beefy to the ropes, won’t let up until the ref tugs hard. Midway through, Bellucci ramshackle, walking to her right along the ropes--Kris stalking--Loken hops in a swinging hook off the temple to get Bellucci hurt again. Brief struggle as Kris tries to extricate herself from a clinch, gets a little room and blasts an overhand right upside Italian head. Monica tip toeing away all hurt--Loken stepping with, sweeps a murderous right hand into her foe’s back, arching the brunette in pain, rag dolling her to the ropes. Kris steps in, palms the shoulders and goes to work: big bruising swings at the arms and midsection, curling punches off the body to clip the chin. Bellucci wilting, drooping forward, getting hammered and the REF STEPS IN! TKO4 as Kristanna Loken parties it up for the win.

After: Bellucci in shock--she felt sheer POWER of the American--Mon’s arms and body throbbing, head ringing as Kris brings the pain. Loken beaming, hands high as she accepts adulation from the crows, then struts over to the Tech corner to take what’s hers. Juicy big girl walk of shame as Loken wraps Monica up around the waist, slooowly steps her around the ring in shabby display--Janet Jones clapping, nodding in approval. Loken looking dominant with excellent, though conventional opposition--with similar middleweight comp lining up around the block, Kris could be busy for a while.

Reposted by Archer 4/25/11.