Posted by simguy on 10/30/2008

Before: Landry rebuilding - beaten in a turf war with Kelly Brook, the former multi time welter champ and future hall of famer looks to restore badly battered pride and confidence. Brook surprisingly helpful in this regard - actually suggesting young unknown Gemma as a suitable candidate to Jeri's fight strategists - working with officials to get Atkinson a fast-track VISA - helping to promote Gemma as a bruising, milk-fed lass from the British hinterlands. "We don't know much about her," says one BLONDE! Mag rep Stateside. "Correspondents tell us that Zeta Jones flatly refuses to box Gemma under any circumstances - that tells us something. Other than that, all we know is that for the first time in her career, Ali Landry's not going to dominate the weigh-in with her presence. Atkinson's got va-voom factor that even Ali can't dismiss." Ali's heard the buzz; dismisses same in prefight: "If hot-bodies alone won championships - Torrie Wilson and Brittany Daniel would be tyrants. Besides, from what I've seen of Gemma - there's nothing all that special there. I don't see 'statuesque' as much I detect 'slutty'. Plus - I've seen cows with prettier faces. Kind of brings her average down, you know?" Ali in gold bikini, small black work out gloves. Gemma in black bikini with twist tie top (hulking) and bottoms; small black work out gloves. Ring instrux: Atkinson smirking, seeking out eye contact; whoever she is, she's not intimidated by the smoldering presence of Ali Landry.

During R1: Landry punching-with, looking to teach a little humility: Gemma standing tall, swinging away side to as both girls gamble early. ALI'S GETTING CLIPPED! Gemma plows a wide right to chin - follows up the hook - gets another right onto cheek to start backing Landry up. Ali sputtering - thighs trembling as she accepts shock: she stabilizes, tries a pumping right in Gemma's midsection, eats a crushing right to chin to swivel brunette head in exchange. ALI'S WOBBLY BUTT! Landry stumbling, hands outstretched, eyes blinking in groggy alarm: Gemma stepping in with HUGE right hands, pursing her lips as she leans into Ali with all her weight. Landry swooning - reaching for Gemma's hips to clinch - Atkinson clubbing away, stepping to her right to spin woozy Ali 'round and LANDRY'S DOWN! Minute in - Ali trembling on all fours - checked and rechecked to chin in a jiggly exchange of haymakers: Gemma to neutral corner jugs a-jumpin'. Creaky 8, Ali - dukes curled into her chin, she steps forward hurt, looking to slug right hands to Gemma's tummy: Atkinson hooks jug in exchange, then plows a right to Ali's chin, punching former champ back into ropes. Gemma plows a right to golden brown tummy; throws a left forearm into Ali's jugs: Landry sagging, lips parting under the sheer thump of Atkinson's wallop. GEMMA GOES JUGG! Atkinson grinning, pushing a limp Ali upright and pouring into rack with palm-down, stamping rights and lefts: buxom blonde a powerful sight stacking Landry up; smashing at her beef. Landry's head lolling - loose guard slugged out of the way - she's drifting, shuddering under thumping impacts and LANDRY GOES DOWN! Slow, wilting descent as Gemma humbles pageant-winning rack: Atkinson roaring, pushed back by ref as poor Ali quakes on all fours, face stricken. Big smile Kelly Brook, at ringside: confidence boost for Ali just turned into a serious gut-check. Ali beats count, firms up: this time she covers up at ropes, luring Gemma on in, then tying up as big blonde's loading up to smash. Furious tummy-to-tummy struggling as Atkinson squirms, writhing in the grasp, wrestling her way out of desperation Landry hugs to the bell.

R2: Landry still rocky - she's flat-footed - easing to her right, popping the jab early. Gemma stalking, eating poke: Atkinson easy to touch, willing to take stick for the chance to land right hands. Landry's counterclockwise movement carrying her away from Atkinson's right - jab starting to punch with authority to blonde jaw; smearing gorgeous blonde jugs as Gemma walks in. Minute mark - Ali dives in, curling forward into a potshot right hand, catching Gemma hard to chin, crouching down on follow through. Atkinson put wobbly butt, but quickly regrouping and moving forward: Ali patiently sidesteps right, touching her jab to breast and tummy. Three more times in the round - Landry bends in and scores that right hand - patiently working for the openings with clever lateral movement and that pesky poke. Atkinson punched drowsy, facing into the right hands and accepting every tummy-jab like it's a gift. Ali able to stabilize her front, regrouping while simultaneously taking some of the pepper out of her blonde.

R3: Ali begins the long road back, taking this fight one minute at a time. Landry's the only girl jabbing - spotting it on Gemma's mouth and breasts: Ali generally has initiative. Ali leaning in with right hands to chin - landing - but Gemma's answering back: big blonde lifting hooks to body; dropping a surprisingly quick right hand to chin, frequently unnerving Landry. Ali moving to her right (away from Atkinson's right) - choosing spots to angle in and test Gemma inside: plenty of jug-to-jug pushing as the girls strain to trade beefy right hands in the body. Workmanlike exchanges: girls with chins out over each other's left shoulders; left shoulders pushing into chests while left hands curl in under right arms; right hands pounding flat in above hips, or digging at succulent underbellies. Both vixens grimacing, focusing on plowing beef: Ali usually shouldering Gemma off to disengage and renegotiate. Atkinson always trudging forward: she's walking through Ali's right hands, and seems to love it tummy-to-tummy on Landry: only Ali's ring-generalship giving her some margin of supremacy.

R4: Ali circles counterclockwise - curling in off the angle, pawing her jab to Gemma's mouth while edging in close with left shoulder. Right uppercut inside from Ali, taking Gemma to gut: grunt of pain as Atkinson frowns, momentarily stunned. Ali in there close, crouching in against Gemma's chest: brunette looking to work tidy, putting short, swiping lefts and rights together, keeping elbows in. Gemma reaching round, Ali - trying to body-up: Ali keeping hands free, giving British tummy and jugs a work out. Midway through, Ali comes off the body, shifts weight to right foot and clips Gemma the left hook to chin while leaning away: ATKINSON'S SHOOK! Gemma wobbly butt - stumbling forward: Ali shrugs in a pair of short hooks to jug, bunching up the meat. Landry retreating in good order, picking Gemma up to jug as Atkinson stumbles forward: cute sidestep/spin move puts Gemma face first in ropes as Ali pivots. Landry squaring away down the stretch: she goes to town on Gemma's rack as British girl slumps in awe at ropes. Ali: right hand clubs across jug in close, then pushes against Gemma's chest to stabilize her; left hand clubs across jug, then pushes against Gemma's chest, while Ali's loading up righty. POUNDING good time had by Landry: lips set in a firm line - Ali hammers out thudding retribution, beating Gemma into blubbering stupor by bell. Ref pulls Ali off by her shoulders; Gemma's heroic twist tie gives way, releasing the hounds in a catastrophic tumble of flesh. Gemma blurting "NO!", immediately hugging at herself and stumbling to corner for emergency repairs.

R5: Atkinson's bravado shaken by Ali's determined jug muggage: belligerent blonde giving ground as Landry steps-to. Landry swaggering now - hands at chest as she walks Gemma down - stepping in a stiff jab to knock at blonde face, or part those mouthwatering melons. Atkinson shying away to perimeter, wrists crossed at her chest, elbows in close to her body. Landry stepping-with, paralleling course - she's slamming away heavy, meatlocker jabs against Gemma's left shoulder/bicep, looking to take that arm out of the fight. Ali slamming in short, muscular right hands with palm-down delivery - pounding at Gemma's left arm and left pectoral. Sweet swinging hook from Ali fits in snug to golden-brown British tummy - Ali sinking it in thick off her front (left) foot. Not much back from Atkinson: as a bully, she's ferocious, but when she's spooked, she's a big blonde heavy bag.

R6: Same again - Atkinson not brave enough to initiate another of those wild slugging exchanges that almost saw her excuse Ali early: Landry dictating with her jab, maneuvering blonde to apron. Along perimeter - Gemma slides to her right, covered up and pouting: Ali steps-with, keeping the beefy jab on, continuing to bludgeon away those clubbing right hands, working on Gemma's arms, tummy and torso. Midway through - Ali confident enough to start bodying up, reaching in under Gemma's arms to chest her into ropes and pull apart her guard. Atkinson grimacing, whining as her arms and shoulders writhe against Ali's, trying to deny Landry punching position. Ali in there working hard - majestic buttocks trembling with the effort of staying atop Gemma at ropes - tummying up as necessary to keep her pinned down. Mouth-on-shoulder distance - Landry fitting right hands into quivering blonde gut; pulling Gemma's right wrist down, then clipping her a little hook to chin; working on that rack with scrubbing, smudging left/right fists and forearms. Gemma squirming, pushing, holding - but doing very little punching: blonde needs to be coming forward to be at her best.

R7: Atkinson still very strong, but deeply discouraged: she's not used to girls in Britain coming off the deck and taking the fight to her. Ali sensing Gemma's distress - brunette continues to patiently walk blonde down; shell her at ropes with jabs and blunt right hands, then; push in close to work her over tummy-to-tummy. Atkinson groaning under the weight of Ali: blonde occasionally wriggling her arms down inside Landry's, reversing clinch and muscling Landry into ropes - but Landry able to punch off ropes, fits tasty little right uppercuts to Gemma's chin in reprisal. Ali wrestling her way back on top, continues to grind upon tummy, tits and chin: her short, tucking punches a marked contrast to her brawny, but wilder-swinging foe. Gemma mouthbreathing, frequently draping one or both arms around Ali's shoulders: big blonde weakening under the combined body and jug assault. Even in the embrace, Ali will throw a shoulder into Gemma's jugs - anything to keep the blonde on receiving end. Constant press altogether too much: Atkinson wilting to all fours, bleating in pain as smoldering Landry's pushed back. Gemma up at 8, but eyes plaintive: she's quitting, turning into ropes, giving up her back and reaching her left hand out to ward Ali off. Landry snarling - pushes Gemma's hand out of the way, digs a cruel right hand to the kidney, hooks tummy before Gemma can turn completely away. Gemma's right arm loops over top rope, left hand covers her ear: she's cowering, taking punishment. Ali squares away, gets her back and glutes into a thudding barrage of lefts and rights - beating at Gemma's flanks, getting into her tummy and jug with the left hand. That's it - ref waves it off, pushing Ali off Gemma as Atkinson's shuddering in submission. TKO7 Ali Landry.

After: Scary moments early as Gemma proves a huge puncher, nearly stopping Ali outright at the open; veteran brunette found a way to get herself together and gradually roll big blonde threat up. Afterwards, Gemma standing, still fretting with her twist tie top, making sure it's secure - when Ali pushes in, roughly grabbing blonde by her shoulders and directing her to ropes. Bum's rush for Gemma - she's thrown out onto the apron, then down to the floor, landing in a pile of luscious golden-brown curves as Ali hops down all juggy and scowling. Landry taking a left-fistful of damp, short blonde locks, tugging a whimpering Brit to her feet, walking her over to where an ill-amused Kelly Brook sits. Ali moves to Gemma's right side - Gemma's right arm light across Ali's shoulders as Ali's left hand reaches in behind, fingers curling round Gemma's left hip to pull her snug. As Ali glares into Kelly's eyes - Landry buries her right first into Gemma's smooth underbelly - punching a shout of pain from Gemma, cramping her up. Atkinson's chest pitches forward, her head up, face stricken: Ali smoothly moves into position to secure Gemma's face against marauding American breasts. Ali's bronzed arms writhe into position around trapped blonde skull - sleek muscle moving like pythons beneath glistening skin. Job of work for Ali - she bites her lower lip as she tightens up: left arm gripping her right bicep; right hand cupping atop Gemma's conquered skull. Poor Atkinson squirming, palming her hands at Ali's hips, or pushing at her tummy. Landry cinching, bending knees occasionally, then straightening up for extra leverage, shifting weight from one hip to the other - keeping Gemma locked up tight. Upon release - clammy-faced blonde swoons to Kelly's feet, sitting upon left hip, face all damp, eyelashes fluttering, lips parted as she sways on the spot. Bracing herself on her left hand, Gemma's right hand wipes at her mouth, then unconsciously massages her pummelled breasts. "I think this is yours," Ali says, glaring down at an unimpressed Kelly B before strutting imperiously away.