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30 August 2009 A J Cook vs Ali Larter

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Posted by simguy on 8/30/2009, 10:34 am

BEFORE: "Everyone thought Biel would be too physical for me," says cute, stocky AJ Cook in prefight, "but I gave her a hell of a fight. I know Larter's all muscly and strong, but I'm strong too, and I'm not impressed by her. Her body looks great in the gym, but that doesn't mean it can take my body work: I'm gonna find out all about Ali's heart and conditioning in this fight." Larter scoffing at the notion of being tested by a young upstart. "This girl's a year away from contention - maybe two," Ali asserts at podium. "Look, fighting Biel tough doesn't mean you're ready for this (gestures grandly at her own torso): when Jessi sees me heading for the beach, she packs her stuff up and gets the hell out, you know? Cook obviously needs to learn who's who at lightweight and I'm just the woman to teach her." Hi-jinx at the weigh-in: saucy-grinning Larter shows up in whipped-cream bikini made famous in Varsity Blues - just a brazen attempt to shatter AJ's confidence. Cook blushing and outraged at the scene: Larter's loving it. Ali in black bikini, small black gloves; tangly blonde locks loose/tucked behind ears. AJ in green cotton sport top with thin straps; baby blue bikini bottoms; small black gloves; straight blonde hair tucked behind ears.

During R1: Bruising stuff - girls squaring up, bumping guards, then taking turns bashing eash other in combination. Both fighters maintaining sturdy earmuffs up top, blocking a lot of shots on gloves/arms/shoulders; both giving up the body as a result. Bit by digging bit, it's Larter: AJ slowly slugged to ropes - Ali consistently chopping away to paunch, then fitting thick left hooks in behind AJ's right arm. Cook grimacing - competing hard - but falling off the pace just at the end.

R2: Same again: thudding trade early; girls camped out behind fortress-like earmuff guards. Slowly but surely, clubbing exchanges start to go Ali's way: AJ forced backward as blows bounce off her prepared defences, or dig at firm beef downstairs. Cook slammin' back, catching Ali the right uppercut to chin; hooking Ali's body - but Larter won't be backed off. Fight ends up at ropes - Cook stooping forward behind her mitts, taking withering right uppercuts behind her left arm and just up under the left breast. Mean little smile, Ali Larter at the bell: Cook's grumpy, frowning.

R3: Same again - neither girl really varying her routine or looking to get fancy: just mitts-on-meat slugging. Compact, professional stuff - girls getting off from tight guards, then forming up to receive the other's onslaught. Cook's beefy hooks to Ali's firm tummy, and crisp-clipping uppercuts to Larter's chin tax Ali, but can't back her off: Larter's advance is slow, but inexorable. Ali mounts sustained operations against AJ's biceps, punishing Cook's defences as she crouches in behind her guard. Round ends to the sight of Larter battering Cook methodically as AJ sits in ropes, dukes at temples, teeth bared under the strain. Larter grinning that crazy-town grin of hers: she's loving it tuff on Cook through 3.

R4: It's not like Cook's not competing: she is. Clubbing hooks set up a gorgeous right uppercut to Larter's firm, tanned torso, setting Ali on her heels, but it's just a momentary setback. General progression is Ali fighting her way forward, being busier than Cook, more willful. Larter busting up some from uppercuts, but legs proving sturdy: it's clear that Ali's punching is hurting AJ more than vice versa. Fight drifts to ropes...soon as AJ's back touches, her output drops and she's just standing there in earmuff, soaking it up. Larter grinning late as she twists side to side, whacking her fists off AJ's firm blonde paunch. Cook hugging her body at the bell, looking well worn through 4 blistering heats.

R5: Bitter fighting midring as both women dig body and bash guard, but once again it's Larter stepping forward. Cook dismayed, cute face lumping up: she's competing and scoring well, but toe-to-toe smash mouth just not getting it done. Larter SO cruel with rising lefts and rights - fitting 'em snug in behind AJ's arms and under her breasts, beating her breathless. Cook's arms looking heavy and weak - she's hardly punching back after the first minute, just sitting in ropes, wilting. Larter ups her work rate - magnificent body tense and humming as she works upon AJ's light brown flanks, arms, torso - pushing and punching with steady, thudding pace. Cook drooping, face getting picked up by curling right uppercuts - Larter just clippin' 'em tidy, staying on her girl. Grinding attrition just too much: AJ growing sleepy, grunting as her body absorbs vicious leather...she finally swoons forward to all fours, then face-down-buttocks-up as her arms can't support her weight. That's it - AJ struggles and spazzes about but can't beat the count: KO5 in hard-hearted fashion, Ali Larter.

After: Larter laying down the law to little smash-mouther AJ: not in my house. "She fought my fight, and got used up," Ali shrugs, tossing damp hair off bronzed, broad shoulders. "You can press Biel or Cuoco hard like that, but I'm Ali Larter: you need plans B,C, and D to get it done against me - and even then, don't get your hopes up!"