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17 September 2005 Title Ch Jennifer ODell vs Ali Landry

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Jennifer O'Dell 04.jpgAli Landry 1.jpg

 

 

Unified Welterweight Title

 

Posted by Simguy on 9/17/2005, 9:31 am

 

Before: Fascinating to see these torment each other. For years, Jenny was the spurned underdog, always nipping at Ali’s heels, always snubbed and neglected by the haughty pageant princess—she’s on the other foot now that Jenny’s got the belts. And she’s milking every moment of it.

 

“Your perspective changes once you’re champion,” Jenny explains, tongue firmly in cheek, belts layered in front of her on the dais. “I was obsessed with Ali for years, but now I see her for what she truly is: a sideshow. It’s crucial for me to retain my titles to keep the pressure on the Krushers—when Natalie Portman removes Jessica Simpson from the board, Bell Sports Entertainment will have the Krushers in a pocket and THAT’S the main thing here. See? You don’t have that kind of strategic perspective when you’re just another girl fighting for table scraps, Like Ali is now.”'

Words cutting into Ali’s psyche like bullwhip lashes—she’s hating the thought of Jenny on the throne. “I’ve beaten this little tramp in wrestling matches all over this country, Landry huffs, nostrils flaring. “I’ve battered and dominated her, and to see her strutting now makes me physically ill. Let me tell you all how this is going to go. I’m going to take ownership of Jenny O’Dell in this fight. I’ll teach her ignorant body who its master really is—I’m going to make her quit downstairs, and then I’m going to work her over up top. Theron exposed this slut for the two bit hustler she really is—now I’LL make a statement Jenny will never forget.”

 

Springer-like security ready t jump in during photo-spots. Jenny’s twinkling eyes and vexing little grin agitating Ali intolerably—buxom brunette positively wriggling to get her hands on O’Dell! Jenny in heroic white lace push up, baby blue bottoms—Ali in golden bikini.

 

R1: HUGE right hand to the pit of Jenny’s tummy. BLOCKBUSTER right upside Ali’s head! SHATTERING hooks traded midring! Right hand on the chin swivel’s Jenny’s head—Ali steps in close, turns on a super-short hook ti chin and DROPS JENNY TO HER BACK! Ali storming forward, trampling tanned blonde good underfoot—poor Jenny groaning, cuddling herself on her side as ref sorts seething Landry out a the far ropes. Jenny up at 8 and she WADES into Ali off the ropes. HAMMER AND TONG! Girls settle into mouth0on-shoulder, hands loose and low, and they are just SWAPPING big time body leather. OH THE JUIG! Girls taking turns in tight, arching backs and hoisting big, booming right uppercuts into overhanging ledges of jug—busting each other thick to rack. Savage, reefing hooks spanking off hip/rib in behind the elbow, buckling either set of knees. Girls open mouthed, breathes—they’ actually leaning on one another for support at the bell as TORRID two way punishment takes a fearful toll!

 

R2: Jenny pushes into Ali, walks her to the ropes, sets up on her. Jenny using her head to grind, her shoulders to bump, she wants in there, keeping the action close and sweaty. Ali: right hand under her chin, left across her gut, using her let shoulder to nudge Jenny off, but blonde won’t be finessed. Big, bell to bell beat down, O’Dell—Jenny plated strong, bodying up Ali repeatedly into the ropes to keep her pinned and systematically HAVING Landry downstairs. Spanking clout applied above either Landry hip; ribs bashed, paunch cuffed and yes; Jenny’s taking all the rack she can handle in there. O’Dell tidying up jug with swiping little lefts; short, up-thrusting rights—just budging and kneading and smudging those hulking mounds. Ali open mouthed, but in the ropes—only when we see her staggering to her corner wobbly butt do we recognize how O’Dell gave her that round.

 

R3: Ali pushes into Jenny, treats her to a robust, but measured, methodical drubbing. O’Dell reaching in on Ali after soaking up punishment, wrapping up and wrestling Landry’s back to the ropes-now blonde’s on top: pushing. Muscling, working. Jenny slowly draws even in toe-to-toe murky work inside and down the stretch, blonde passes brunette with steady, chugging work. Jenny’s tanned shoulders, rotating, fists digging at Ali’s body like camshafts on steam engine—Landry sitting in strands, fuming, soaking to her torso, O’Dell twisting her shoulders side to side to lug short, squeegee lefts and rights into bulging bounty of Ali’s jug. We haven’t seen golden plunder like this since the Conquistadors took Mexico.

 

R4: Jenny’s right uppercut; Intercepting Ali on the way in, lifting Landry’s drowsy face up off her gloves, sending her scuttling straight back into the ropes. O’Dell wades in with a fat series of swinging rights and lefts to the breadbasket—poor Ali moaning, buckling forward, then ANSWERING like a champ. Step by step, Landry punches Jenn back, bumping the blonde shoulders and walking her across the ring to press O’Dell to ropes. Crowd roaring aa the girls are in constant contact—damp locks mopping one another’s slick shoulders or glossy jug-tops; mouths carelessly open on shoulders or faces sliding across one another as new positions are sought. They push and struggle and punch, reversing position on the ropes a dozen times as each seeks bully’s advantage inside. Bell: they’re still working, shoulders hunched—short, jerking punches up underneath—ref has to take a hand.

 

R5: Jenny pushes Ali, walks her to the ropes—pace has slowed, but the heart pounding leverage these girls are getting on shots more than makes up for the deliberate rhythm. Jenny makes a statement this round, stacking li up, smothering her, pinning her down and going to the bod like no woman has ever gone there before. Landry’s face distraught—she’s suffering, turning slowly this way and that, trying to cross arms against her body: it’s like Jenny’s turning Ali on a spit over a roaring fire, just slow-roasting the former champion. Fans of body punching kissing their fingertips MMMWAAH! At the work Jenny’s doing: great, robust shellac—big spanking bashes off arms, ribs, waist. Jenny’s pushing Ali, upsetting her, then shrugging beefy into rack—Ali open mouthed at the ransacking attack, but pitifully unable to respond. Bell to bell Jenny--her weight forward, legs quivering with excitement as she punches: she’s laying down a fight-winning bombardment in the fifth a lot girls could not have weathered.

 

R6: All shopworn, eyes narrowed in pain—she’s throbbing with hurt, but way too proud to give in: she comes out to contest every inch of canvas with Jenny O’Dell in the sixth. Jenny reaching in under Ali’s arms, chesting her back, but encountering stiff resistance even in walking Landry to ropes Ali’s belly hasn’t quit, Ali’s legs haven’t quit. Ali still wriggling and wrestling up top on with Jenny as girls reverse position along the ropes again Jenny the busier girl, putting punches together, mixing ‘em up head and body, but Al landing the heavier shots. Both girls wallow in jug for long, steamy stretches—magnificent heaving torsos stooped forward, bulging racks hanging down, so vulnerable to swatting clout underneath as girls swap heartless.

 

R7: Grinding battle of attrition goes on and on and on. Landry’s pride getting the better of her judgement--she hasn’t jabbed much tonight, hasn’t used angles or tried to box for position—she’s just simply engaging Jenny chest to chest and trading ruthlessly with her inside. O’Dell turning the fight into the boxing equivalent of a sauna match: girls always lingering on one another always hugging up or pulling at each other, always there to be hit. Mindless brutality: girls just laying in groggy, taking sullen turns buffeting each other’s plentiful breasts—each whimpering in exhausted outrage in turn as the other is always willing to go further. Bell; they’re still slopping it onto one another—ref tugging slick, brown bodies apart--faces are slack, eye hollow, mouth open.

 

R8: Jenny pushes into Ali, presses her to ropes: same bludgeoning, sweatshop fighting we’ve seen all night. Landry often closing her eyes as she sits in the ropes, resting her cheek on either Jenny’s shoulder, working with tidy, swatting clouts to Jenny’s ribs and jugs in close. O’Dell’s seen this stuff from Carpenter in sparring:  it’s hurting her and it’s effective, but she’s simply overworking Ali, answering 2-for-1 ad landing the last, hardest clout in any exchange. Jenny doing the pushing and bullying—stacking Ali up, rotating shoulders to put lefts and rights into straining pageant belly. Jenny jerking repeat right hands up into Ali’s rack, feeling the fiht ooze out of those championship legs and proud body. Ali smeared, belted this round—Jenny shrugging off Landry’s punches now and more or less staying on top at the ropes most of the 8th.

 

R9: Similar to the seventh—Ali’s back to the ropes, Ali Feeling Jenny’s weight pressed upon her—Landry trying to muscle O’Dell off, but more and more Jenny’s able to stay atop her foe. Jenny waned for reaching past Ali and holding onto the ropes to anchor her attack while hemming Landry in—Jenny obeying momentarily, then going right back to doing whatever she feels is necessary to retain the upper hand. And jug: constant, relentless jug-mugging—Jenny to Ali—it’s clearly been a part of the blonde fight plan from the first bell tonight. Ali threadbare, clinching a lot, cuffing sullenly at Jenny’s breasts—Landry looking used and haggard after 9 rounds of Jenny.

 

R10: Jenny pushes in, walks Ali to ropes, puts a belly on her—poor Landry grimacing under the sheer pressure and weight of Jenny. More boy punches-the same systematic, rhythmic pounding Ali’s ribs, arms, waistline have suffered all night. More jug taken more chin-clipping uppercuts in tight—Jenny just pinning her ears back, really putting it on Ali in the final heat. Landry’s movements achy, slow—she covers up earmuff, but can’t hold her hands up against Jenny’s punching. She crosses her arms but she’s numb from the constant hammering, so she goes to clinch and that opens up her breastmeat. Jenny heartless, pouring it to proud Ali and LANDRY WILTS TO HER KNEES! No one punch does it—just a sensual, battering beatdown hip to head finally coaxing Ali to all fours. AND THAT’S IT! Ali shaking her head no, sitting back on exhausted haunches—she’s all used up and it’s KO)10 Jenny in thudding fashion!

 

After: O’Dell squealing with delight—jumping into the arms of her stablemates—she comes back from a devastating loss to Theron trump Ali yet again, retaining both belts and status in the bargain. Very emotional Landry in defeat—hurting little glances in Jenny’s direction  tough to watch as Ali’s doe eyes fill with tears of resentment. “She’s loving this.” Landry sniffs quietly to her trainer as gloves are removed. Ali extraordinarily vulnerable in the aftermath of this setback as Jeri Ryan et al look on: Landry rarely showing this kind of weakness in a stable noted for cutthroat internecine opportunism. O’Dell oblivious to Landry’s torment—blonde hugging and bouncing amidst her stablemates, BSE well positioned against Krusher juggernaut as Jenny holds at welter. “Guess my body’s still ignorant,” Jenny winks in postfight. “Or maybe Ali’s not such a good teacher, after all.” Ouch, Jenny. Ouch.

 

Archer

1/26/20.

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