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29 July 2010 Monica Bellucci vs Bridget Ryan

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Posted by simguy on 7/29/2010, 5:50 pm

BEFORE: "Onward and upward," Bridget chirps in prefight, "Monica's the next step. She's strong, awkward...I haven't dealt with too many punch-n'-clutchers, so this will be a good experience. I know I can outwork Monica - that's main thing. Even if I don't bang her out of there, I can be digging in her breadbasket." Bellucci sullen with North American press as usual, but dropping brazen quotes in Italian Language papers. "I will crush this girl," being the gist of it. Monica in silver bikini; white gloves; long glossy black hair straight, tucked behind ears. Bridget in white bikini; white gloves; long black hair all a-tangle.

During R1: Monica in rigid V configuration: elbows collected at her breasts, hands cupping her face. Bridget's hands lower - weight forward to punch: she's pounding at the biceps/guard of her foe, just shelling the defences. Steady, patient stuff - Bridgy working stout - punches bouncing loud off prepared defences - Monica answering back sudden, swift counters, then reforming her guard. Bellucci's jolting accuracy/heavy hands having an effect: Regan's doing all the work for very little pay-off, leaving her head open for pounding connects. Down the stretch, Monica's patient chipping away takes effect: Regan's knees buckle, eyes all foggily concerned...Monica suddenly swings a left/right out of her guard, clipping Bridgy across the mouth and DROPPING HER TO HER BUNS! Bellucci gazing down all sultry Italian Movie Star: Regan all tingly, blinking in confusion at bell.

R2: Regan attacks the V front: heavy shelling commences in dutiful fashion. Monica picking her spots - chopping back onto Bridget's chin; whacking her the odd single body lick - then forming up tight. Midway through, little dip-n'-clip left uppercut picks Regan up stout: she's hurt, blinking, so Monica hooks her tidy to mouth, drops in a short clubbing right to face and BRIDGET SITS DOWN! Regan astonished, sitting up all pretty and punished as Monica stalks past all haughty.

MONICA B SLOW-MO HIGHLIGHTS DURING BREAK:
Monica calm and heavy in the pocket, absorbing wallop on her shoulders/arms/guard...she drops right hand down to clout inside Bridget's right tit, landing fleshy, bringing the hand back to guard...left hand drops hammer style onto Bridget's face, distorting her features in slow-mo...Mon drops the right hand to her thigh - elbow in close to her body - then she steers a heavy clouting right sidearm into Bridget's firm paunch. Net of it all: Bridgy taking beefy.

R3: Bridget still aggressive, but more prudent - pushing forearms of her raised guard into Monica, bumping big woman back. Women exchanging whacking blows amidships - thick cuffing hooks or sidearm rights - then each forms up snug behind guard (V front for Mon: peek-a-boo for Bridg). Girls turning thick wallop onto one another's firm biceps - shouldering off from there: nice, sultry big-woman rhythm established. Minute and a half in - Bridgy tilting slightly to her left on her hips jerks a short left uppercut neat to chin...Mon picked up stout - tottering back on her heels, then SITTING DOWN STUNNED! Bellucci's turn to blink all parted-lips stupor up at seething foe: Bridgy batting mitts, nostrils flaring on stomp back to neutral corner. Bellucci seems good for her 8, but Regan checks Italian gut with a swinging right roundhouse, buckling Mons' knees, sitting her in ropes face-in-gloves. Regan: cheeks flushed, eyes blazing...she sets up in wide stance, left hand light atop Monica's mitts, and Bridgy's just a-BASHING right hands into pale Italian flank-flesh. Thick, spanking blows denting into meat...poor Monica sitting there, sponding up in her left side lat and BELLUCCI GOES DOWN! Mon turning sadly to her right, easing herself to all fours - she's a panting wreck as seething Bridget's pushed back. Good thudding round gets all the knockdowns back for Regan: girls start off even in the 4th!

R4: Girls bumping raised guards...Monica looking to stuff a right hand into Bridget's tummy, then snuggle up, walking American lass to ropes. Here's the smother-fest team Regan had been expecting, but not WHEN they had expected it: Monica in good position atop Bridget's chest, writhing arms in under Regan's, pushing and stacking on her. Monica burying short, cramming rights into offending breadbasket or ribs, then bodying up to smother receipts: Bridgy writhing, face distressed, unable to push or punch her way clear. Midway through, Mons having her slushy way...she pushes Bridgy deep to ropes...eases back a smidge - just enough room to rip a short right uppercut to chin! Regan's head kicks back, knees give way...Monica helps Bridget to all fours by leaning left forearm across stricken girls back! Regan beats the count, but she's huffing and puffing: Monica able to squirm back inside, pushing Bridgy into ropes, sucking her off them, plugging her with punches, smothering the receipts to bell.

R5: Girls bumping guards early, whacking away brawny single shots in neat, thumping turns. Fighters clouted about the shoulders/ears; smote to either flank; cuffed to paunch. Girls reaching in under each other's arms, pulling down defences, looking for hitting room, throwing shoulders when a punch can't get off. All even for two minutes, then Monica snuggles Regan to ropes, wriggles and mauls and tucks in stuffing right hands. Monica vexin' and perplexin', bamboozles the kid for more points in the 5th!

R6: Bridget goes back to shelling the V front: Mon calm in the pocket, hammer-dropping counters. Monica just dropping right hands onto the inside bulge of Bridgy's right tit; left hands onto the inner left...thick, meaty whacks putting a discouraged quiver in Regan's lower lip. Add to that, choice little left uppercuts to chin; stroking sidearm rights to paunch and you've got Monica throwing less/landing more against a very frustrated young American beauty.

R7: Bridget unlocks some secrets with her jab. Standing outside - she continues to pound the V front, but straight jabs discourage immediate counters. Bridgy also sloping jabs down into thick Italian waist - then jabbing the guard to prevent counters. Straight rights from Bridget continue to die on the V, but sheer power of them moving Bellucci: Regan able to step in and push Monica to help her off balance. Simple sidestep left completes the picture - Regan turning Monica, preventing her from getting off while dousing Italian in thudding leather.

R8: Same again - Bridgy patient, effective, relatively safe behind her jab - putting mileage on Monica without paying a fearful price. Bellucci sullen behind her guard - leather spanking off her decadent flesh as she turns, shuffles forward. Monica occasionally jabbing-with and getting inside, but Regan wrapping MONICA up and muscling her to ropes, holding her there for ref's breaks.

R9: It's all so simple: why didn't Bridget do this right from the start. Heavy straight jabs body/guard; clockwise sidesteppin'; sudden right hands loud to the flank or booming off the V front; pushing and bumping to keep Monica stumbling. Bellucci grumpy, looking fried: she's still well protected, but arms/lats/tummy are rosy-pink from the constant shellacking. Mon mouth-breathing: stamina starting to be a factor as Regan's steppin' lively; Bellucci's moping.

R10: Monica bends in, detonates a HUGE right hand off Bridget's jaw...Regan knocked onto her right leg, eyelashes fluttering as she momentarily gobsmacked. Bridget stabilizing, but it's a fight again - Monica lowering her head, pounding the breadbasket both hands in thumping succession. Bellucci driving Regan to apron, but not into ropes: Bridget able to firm, answer with sturdy punches out of her peek-a-boo. The bump-guard and slug away toe-to-toe from there - crowd loving the body shock both girls are absorbing. Bell - Monica's late bid gives her the tenth, and hauls her even for the draw!

AFter: Regan all banged up, breathing hard with hands on hips: she started late, had control, then let it slip away at the last. "Stupid," Bridget admits in postfight, shaking her head. "I let her bounce me off the canvas; I gave her the first 6 minutes of the fight for free...dumb, dumb, dumb. I COMPLETELY forgot about my jab, because she was just standing there like a punch-bag, letting me get off. I thought I could just beat her down, but I should have been jabbing her and moving her around right from the start. That's a big, big learning experience. I never want to let a fight like this slip by me again - EVER!"