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31 October 2009 Catherine Bell vs Monica Bellucci

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Posted by simguy on 10/31/2009, 9:52 am

BEFORE: "Bellucci's strong in the corners," Cat allows in prefight. "That's pretty much it: keep her at midring and she's yours for the taking. It's not going to be anything fancy: I'll box her, pick her apart, tire her. When her lips part and her eyelashes start to droop, I'll put the finishing touches to her. Not saying it'll be easy: I'm saying it's inevitable." Bellucci not pleased in rebuttal: "Non sonno daccordo," Monica says at podium, "Catherine is wrong. It is I who will dominate HER, inevitably. I will take her tummy, her breasts...she will have nothing with which to oppose me. My fists will hammer at her...this is a fight Catherine Bell should never have taken!" Cat in silver bikini; black gloves. Monica in black bikini; black gloves; little gold wire armlet around right bicep.

During R1: Cat circling clockwise, keeping fight midring. Bell's right (back) heel up off canvas...she's pumping jabs to Monica, keeping Bellucci well outside. Mons crossing her arms, bending at the waist - she's moving her head well, but not penetrating early, just following Cat around. Bell in charge until late: Bellucci able to swing right hand roundhouses loud to Bell's flank, prompting safety-first clinches from Cat. Ring-generalship round to Bell: she's fighting her fight early.

R2: Mons with pressure early, backing Cat up, belting her ribcage: Bell clinches, sags against ropes for ref's break. Bell circling back to midring: Jab brings Monica into compliance, spreading her out as Cat settles in. Bell establishing distance...finding Monica via the jab: plastering right hands land over the latter half the round, shocking Bellucci to chin. Pounding blasts - curvy Italian rocked: Monica stumbling out of her stance, blinking in wonder as Cat gets to her through 2.

R3: Midring - Cat pumping jabs from wide, strong, flat-footed stance: Monica bobbing in cross-arm, unable to come forward. Bell getting off outside, then palming Monica's shoulders, shoving her off: Cat doing a brilliant job maintaining distance. From half way point on, Bell's leaning into crashing, long right hands: bouncing blows off Monica's hairline, or plowing her to jug. Bellucci wincing, finally backing away: Bell grimly forward, hooking Monica's rack, then shoving in a short right hand as Bellucci hits ropes. BELL BANGS ITALIAN JUGS! Cat romping late - just squaring up and having a go: rangy side to side licks paste and club at Monica's healthy hooters, beating Bellucci into gibbering stupor. Ref pulls seething Cat off her foe: Bellucci's eyelashes are beaded with tears.

R4: Bell jabbing back Bellucci's head, straightening her, then bending in and down to pound long right hands off the midsection. Monica giving ground "GUHH!", face stricken: driving rights to midriff have her gut-shocked. Ropes: Monica showing earmuff, sagging deep into strands: Bell bending in and down, DRIVING into palm-down straight rights to Monica's midsection. Bellucci groaning, breaks guard to reach for a clinch: left uppercut brushes her upright, stacks her blinking against ropes. Mon standing helpless, hands outstretched: crashing Cat Bell right to chin stiffens Monica, rendering her helpless. Clawing left across slumping Italian jug; slamming right clean to chin: Monica shipping clean shellack, tilts to her right...tilts...tilts...and DOWN SHE GOES! Big Mons rolling to her back...hands up above head like she's surrendering; dark lashes fluttering; lips parted...she's done. KO4 in workmanlike fashion, Cat Bell.

AFter: Bell giving stretched out Monica a long, cool once-over, then nodding in satisfaction as she turns away: just another day in the office for Hall of Fame brunette. "I just denied Monica tummy and jug," Cat says crisply in postfight, "wouldn't let her body up. She wants to wallow in the mud, and I wasn't having that from her: I knew I could shell her into submission if I could extend like I did. Believe it or not, tonight was the first time I felt like a real, true welterweight. I hit her hard, moved her, shoved her around - that was a good big-woman performance from me, I think."