Posted by simguy on 10/8/2010, 8:46 am.

BEFORE: "Jeri's bitter, vindictive, and slightly delusional," Ali explains in prefight - with her boss right there on the left wing of the dais! "That's why we're going down this road again. In her mind, Jeri refuses to accept that she's been conquered and dominated - even though she has - by me, Cat, and others. In Jeri's mind, those decisive, crushing losses were just anomalies or accidents - she doesn't get that the laws of nature played out in our previous fights: she may as well be fighting gravity! So every couple of years, I have to lift the veil off her eyes and make her see the truth again. Dirty job I guess - but someone's gotta do it!" Ryan smirking throughout, taking the mic with swagger. "It's a familiar refrain from Ali," Jeri says at podium. "Make it personal - distract the press from the fact that this is all about Ali Landry's underperformance over the last two years. I THOUGHT I was buying a welterweight hegemon. I thought that JKO had secured 130 with Landry in place - with one of the most lucrative standing contracts in boxing, especially for a no-name brand bikini-stuffer. What I got was Righetti unchained and running wild. Nadia Bjorlin wearing gold bikinis in silent contempt of Landry - and mocking my organization in the process. The return of Theron - a thing Ali assured me was unthinkable so long as Landry was active. On and on. No, folks - there is no dramatic personal motive here: this is business. This is me disciplining one of my employees. This is win-win: either I punish Ali for her complacency, or I motivate her back to where she belongs. Landry can tell herself whatever narrative she needs to - because SHE'S the delusional one here if she thinks I'm jealous or resentful of our past. I'm only thinking of the future - hers AND mine. As usual!" Jeri in black bikini with ring connect top/sturdy low-rise hipster-fit bottoms; black gloves; hair in twisty bun with bangs bracketing face. Ali in gold bikini; black gloves; hair loose/tangly.

During R1: Gambling right hand strokes Jeri ear-to-chin upside the head: she's rocked! Ryan staring, gobsmacked: hooks to right ear/blunt right hands up the middle drive her ropeside. Landry plowing in - squaring up on chest: she gets off a rolling barrage of lefts and rights to tummy with her forehead grinding Jeri's clavicle. Ryan in swoon - tying up behind Ali's elbows: Landry breaks the clinch by pushing forearms forward into breasts - pancaking the air out of Ryan and sustaining the offensive. Steady, chugging work - Ali atop Jeri, bell to bell: Landry accounting for waistline, ribcage, breasts with a ceaseless application of shove-and-slug to a windblown blonde through 1.

R2: Landry uncharacteristically wide, wild with both hands: she's obviously looking to change up expectations and gamble early. Ryan brushed back in first minute, but rallying behind a punishing jab: blonde woman punishing brunette face with crisp, cracking connects, bringing Landry to heel. Final minute - Ryan's right uppercut off the back (right) foot spruces Ali up, forcing her to show earmuff: Jeri eases weight forward, turning tight left hooks against Landry's jugs - punching apart the guard, and dropping chopping right hands into the openings. Bell: Jeri deposits an insurance hook in Ali's tanned breasts - bringing ref in hot as tempers flare.

R3: Ali continues reckless, lunging assaults - looping shots over the top as she dips-and-twists into power. Jeri leaning away, staying tall, staying calm: once again her stiff, penetrating jab finds Landry's face, bashing her into compliance. Minute mark - Ryan hooks off the jab - startling Ali: short Joe Louis right hand chips Landry's chin, putting her wobbly butt! Ali covers up earmuff - Jeri in close: blonder jerking left uppercuts to loosen Landry up; dropping in short right hands to back her to ropes. Cat and mouse down the stretch: Landry rotating torso in earmuff, eyes shining with hurt: Jeri upright, calm - jabbing for range - laying in straight right hands - coming back hooks underneath to strap Ali's waistline. Coming off the tummy, Jeri's left hand clips at Ali's breasts, punching apart the guard: Ryan able to nuke Ali's jugs a POUNDING right at the bell, drawing a shout of shock from the crowd. Landry gobsmacked, blinking in stupor as Ryan leaves opposition rack in rubble through 3

R4: Landry changes tack: more thoughtful, responsible stance - right hand at cheek - left slightly extended, elbows in close - chin tucked. She hop-steps to Jeri - double-jabbing her chest/body while rotating clockwise: Ryan turning with, jabbing back. Ali making inroads via the jab - touching Jeri in the stomach, turning her: hooks sprout from the jab, humbling Ryan's jugs. Jeri largely ineffective - her jab missing the mark as Ali weaves in her stance, then counters: Ryan rung up to chin by a succession of shocking left hook or short right hand receipts. Consummate stuff from Landry - picking taller woman apart from outside, loosening up Ryan's knees: Jeri lumping nicely through 4 as Ali retakes initiative.

R5: Jeri lures Ali to ropes, setting up pocket on the apron: Landry weaving her way in, begins the siege. Jeri prepared, dug-in: she's locating Ali via the jab on the way in; checking her a spirited right; dipping left shoulder to crank vicious hooks off golden brunette midsection. Landry punished as she encroaches, forced to back off and regroup...but she's persistent, weaving her way back inside and looking for ribcage. Final minute - Landry pounds flanks right/left while crouching low: hesitation right uppercut from Landry finds chin, draping Ryan momentarily stunned again ropes: cue pounding barrage of Ryan's helpless jugs! Ali slamming away via crude hatchet-chop lefts/sideswiping rights - inflicting murderous abuse on Ryan's rack until Jeri can fold forward to clinch. Jeri wrapped up around Ali's shoulders: Landry crosses her wrists together at her chest as she's hugged up - convulses her body against Jeri to compress blonde's overheated rack. Cry of pain from Jeri as Ali's able to put shoulder-on-jug from within the clinch, doing damage until ref finally pulls 'em apart. Landry seething, hair in the corner of her mouth, eyes blazing: she's just stolen a good Ryan round and both women know it.

R6: Ali stalking patiently: Ryan roaming to her right along the apron, eyes increasingly haunted. Landry jabbing into Ryan's right shoulder - exchanging crisp right hands as Jeri opens up in hopes of catching Landry on the way in. Concussive two-way punching puts Jeri's back on ropes: Ali securing top position - hands palming blonde hips or inner-elbows to push Jeri into position. Chugging brutality from there - Ali fitting right hands into Jeri's ribs just beneath left breast; wedging hooks in behind right elbow; stacking Jeri upright and plowing those jugs. Ryan mouthbreathing, agonized: when she ties up behind Ali's elbows - Landry immediately thrusts forearms forward to jam jug; when Ryan wraps up around head/shoulders - Landry's powerful legs drive her forward in the grasp, compressing jug and deflating Jeri until ref's breaks. Disheartening stuff for Ryan: taller woman's clinches actually exposing her to tremendous tummy-to-tummy attrition.

R7: Jeri trying to negotiate outside via long left jabs/right crosses - getting her face punched hard as crisp-punching Ali wins the exchanges. Moping to ropes, Jeri tries to set up defensive pockets: Landry hungrily laying siege with breathtaking barrages of flanks/tummy prior to pushing in to wrestle apart blonde guard. In the ensuing clinches, Jeri is further savaged: Ali wrapped up snug, able to thrust herself into Ryan with a convulsion of curvy legs/ringing backside to compress Jeri's jugs. Ryan's head lolling, teeth bared in grimace; eyes wincing: she's being ransacked inside and out - Landry relentless. Only good effect of the clinches is Jeri's keeping her feet: she's hurt enough to go down, but Ali's propping her up in the process of crushing her.

R8: Jeri grim-faced, busted up, mouthbreathing: she digs in at apron, shows peek-a-boo, hoping to catch Ali counters. Landry squaring away muscular - shoulder-cycling the left jab into Jeri's guard or tummy; dropping the right cross; hooking the waist; strapping the waist a tight right - all in quick-snapping succession. Ryan pursing lips, suffering: she offers back in spots, but she's tentative as every punch is met with a barrage of hateful leather. Once Ryan's reduced, Ali begins pushing-in - sliding her arms inside Ryan's, wrestling apart the guard, making her take weight. Ryan wary of clinching now, trying to exchange shoulder-to-shoulder on the inside, only to be taken apart: Landry tightening up stroke - shrugging and swiping hooks and uppercuts - touching up belly/breasts/chin in close. Bell: Landry pushes off all big-girl, pressing Jeri deep to ropes; smokey eye contact made as brunette sends an unmistakable body-message.

R9: Ryan badly broken down, her eyes puffy, movements sleepy: she's punching off the ropes early, trying to keep Ali off. Landry negotiates the first minute - sparring with Jeri, letting her get off: minute mark sees Landry dive in with a clean right to chin, swiveling Jeri's head, relaxing her woozy into ropes. Ryan forms groggy earmuff, stooping forward butt-in-ropes: Landry beats her without mercy to the waist/flanks - knuckling up against Jeri's guard to reset in between rips. Inevitably, the beating's too much - forcing Jeri to slide her right hand in behind Ali's left elbow: Landry immediately throws said elbow into plundered blonde breasts, pushing in close to clean up. Jeri clinching sadly, tying up around the shoulders: Landry all snug inside, wrists crossed at her chest as she shoves into Jeri, crushing her spirit along with her jugs. Ref's breaks simply restart Ali's sequence - allowing her to brace Jeri's tummy lefts and rights, before pushing in close. Bell: Landry openly grinning - feeling the strength ebbing out of Jeri through 9.

R10: BOOMING right hand strokes Jeri upside the head, taking her ear-to-chin... she's stunned, backing away all slit-eyed/parted lips. Ali hungrily at her girl, determined to finish: she wants the KO! Jeri battered, swaying at the ropes, but summoning pride: her world boils down to denying Ali the stoppage. Oh, how Ali beats her - big, smashing rights and lefts about the head and shoulders as Jeri's lolling forward face-in-gloves. Vicious roundhouse rights deployed in 2s and 3s against left-side ribs - poor Jeri cringing, sitting in ropes to soak. Ali shoves Jeri upright, reaching in to wrestle apart the guard: Ryan tying up, only to be jammed in hard to turnbuckles or ropes as Ali employs shoulders like rams. Thick and heavy stuff - Ryan out on her feet, but too stubborn to go: Ali batters her without pity to the bell. UD10 Ali Landry: Jeri utterly used up.

After: Jeri a battered mess: eyes punched to slits; body trembling from aftershocks - she endures a sensational beating tonight after a seesaw first half. JKO fighters milling around - Ryan's only hope is that going to a decision may have saved her from further humiliation, although the internal codes of JKO may dictate otherwise. "I'm better," a scuffed-up Ali Landry affirms in postfight. "Heart and soul, head to toe - every pound of me is better than every pound of her. Again!"

Post Fight