NIGHT O’ CHAMPIONS CARD

Unified Welterweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 5/13/2005., 7:25 am.

Before: Ali bestowing a title shot upon Gena—welterweight champ positively regal these days atop her throne—not so much attending press conferences as granting audiences. “I was waiting for somebody to impress me and once again, that somebody was Gena. She’s the strongest challenger, the most experienced, and she’s proven to be the hungriest girl out there. That said, there is a HUGE gulf between the number one contender and the champion in this division. Huge. I will take Gena apart and I will stop her in this fight. I’m putting my foot down: if you thought I was dominant before, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

Nolin smug throughout, big blonde bruiser stands, goes to podium, stares at Ali and pops a right bicep, slapping it with her left hand to get the crowd going. “Gena and Ali,” Nolin says wistfully, “just like the old days. Anybody wants to see a pageant princess get her heinie kicked, get your ticket early—‘cause that’s the plan for this fight. No let up—I’m going in strong on Ali, backing her up and taking this fight to the ropes, She won’t be able to breathe in there, everywhere she turns there’s going to be more Gena. I’m dedicating myself to making Ali Landry quit: I’ve never SEEN a champion so complacent, fat and happy—she’s ripe for the picking!”
Gena in ice blue bikini, soft-soled white Harp seal slugging mukluks—Ali in gold bikini.

During R1: Both vixens electing to close—just a pawing jab, then they’re in the phone booth. Gena greets Ali a tuff right hand flat to belly, immediately covering up to receive Landry’s popping rebuff about the ears (both hands: abrupt clubbing). G back with a start a short, contact right uppercut, covering up smart again as Ali gets off brisk up top. Slow counterclockwise rotation—muscular cuffing and bumping inside. Landry adjusts, choosing left uppercuts and swiping rib/tummy combos against Gena’s sturdy earmuff. Nolin sopping up body shots, answers back rugged: thumping rights amidships, brawny clouting lefts upside the head and thick, shoulder-shrugging swipe off the front foot, hooks ‘em again, shifts weight to her back foot and turns a tidy hook across Ali’s chin as champ edges forward. Ali momentarily wobbly butt, covering up earmuff: Nolin braces her the left shoulder, then PUM! PUM! Puts a tidy/left on Landry’s quivering trunks, buckling Ali forward with breathy groan. Gena aglow—hooking Ali’s exposed lower back, then leaning her forearm across Landry’s upper back to ease her to all fours—REF RULES IT A KNOCKDOWN! Gena cackling en route to neutral corner: Landry rising, winching, pursing her lips—just like that, Nolin’s up 10-8.

R2: Ali wants those points back, fights her way inside on Nolin, digs in. Sweaty noggin knockin’. tousle rubbing, brawny shoulders working and writhing as arms slither around waists and heads. Nolin warned for locking up around Ali’s elbows and muscling her off balance. Nolin warned for holding and hitting as she snakes her left arm around Ali’s head. Landry moving her hands for Gena’s body every time Nolin rides the left around Ali’s shoulders: it’s Nolin trying to pack in heavy right hands to body; Ali chugging away to exposed ribs and tummy, both dukes. Landry eventually walking Nolin to ropes, head under Gena’s chin, hands pushing at Gena’s biceps to clear the torso—scrubbing, digging, tucking brunette mitts finding choice swatches of blonde tummy, tit and rib. Nolin morose, indignant, sitting on the ropes and trying to toe up behind Ali’s elbows—brunette working hard to salt away the round at the bell. LATE HOOK ALI! Champ’s got brass: she clips G a cheeky clout across the mouth, startling blonde and initiating a torrent of complaint as the ref hears it from Nolin during the break.

R3: Same steady, determined stuff from Ali. Landry electing to close and fight off bigger girl’s chest: not letting Nolin extend or swing away from weird angles. Still heavy going—Gena very strong on her feet, hard to uproot—lots of brawny torso-vs-torso struggling as girls reach in on each other and attempt to impose will. Ali the master of interior leverage, stepping to the side during clinches, walking Gena around, getting underneath her. Landry patiently chopping away at the Nolin waistline—hurtful little swats, cuffs, bums—all designed to fatigue and discourage blonde. Nolin frustrated as once again HER back touches the ropes—Ali’s throwing the blanket on Gena rather than the other way around. Landry cleaning up—splattering away to ribs and tummy with a satisfying flurry at the bell, then hooking Gena’s ice-blue trunks late to jerk Nolin forward in reflexive cringe. Tempers flare—ref struggles to separate glaring hussies”: Nolin actually trying to tomahawk over the top the man as Ali Taunts her from a distance.

R4: Ali nice n’ compact, right at her cheek, jabbing up at Gena on approach, then snuggling in close—girls may as well be in the sauna tonight, Hot body contact—Nolin immediately wrapping up around the elbows and trying to bull Ali off balancer—Landry pressing in, getting low, pushing and straining. Nolin trying new tactics: a healthy, belting right hand squeezed in between bodies against Ali’s hulking jugs—blonde blatantly holding and hitting as her left traps Ali’s rights for these shrugging blows. Landry fighting her way through the swamp—short chopping hooks against the tummy and hip, then carving left uppercuts loosening Gena up, backing her off, Nolin forced to ropes once again—she covers up earmuff over the last minute, just wilting and tilting as Landry belts away on tanned shoulders, glistening flanks. Ali coming off the body with uppercuts, jerking short shots between Gena’s protective mitts—Landry big n’ brawny through 4, takes the lead for the first time tonight.

R5: Gena halting the rally with robust punching—hard right hands against Ali’s raised guard, then slung wide to the ribcage behind Ali’s elbow. Landry buffeted to her right under the weight of Gena’s shelling blows—she backs up and takes that surprisingly stiff tree-trunk jab on her mouth as Nolin comes forward smartly. Nolin with the right at her temple, walking Ali down, jabbing her to ropes then leaning into go-home right hands as Landry bends at the waist to bob, All Gena—buffeting left hands stuffed into Ali’s breasts with great thumping spank, clobbering overhand rights up top--Landry getting belted, doing her best to block n’ roll. Down the stretch, Gena getting a little predictable—Ali reads the right hands, slips under it, both girls come with the hook but Landry’s lands with a shattering blast to the jaw. DOWN GOES GENA! Nolin sprawled , rendered helpless in a heartbeat—she goes from battering Landry to a sprawled wreck at Landry’s feet—Ali smoldering, nostrils flaring as she looms over groggy blonde, ref finally pushing her away. Delay gives Nolin time to scramble to her feet, sag into the ropes for support—she’s badly hurt at the bell.

R6: Wounded Gena comes out fighting, packing a step-in hook thick to jug, backing Ali up. Nolin baring her teeth, wading into Landry’s chest with a walking barrage of rising lefts and rights—Ali’s jugs a-belted as she’s bludgeoned to ropes, Breathless clinch Landry—tieing up Gena’s arms for the ref’s break—brunette able to step out, create space, Nolin trudging forward—Ali stepping right, jabbing, just measuring G, walking her into hard right hands upside the head, bending low on follow through to avoid the receipts. Gena snarling, headhunting—Ali’s good head movement allows her to weave under wide strokes, bite back at ribs, tummy, tits—short, spanking blows, really taking the wind out of Gena’s sails. Final minute—Ali working the body digs a gut-wrenching hook to Gena’s liver, locking blonde up stiff n’ pouty. Landry shifts her hips, rips the left uppercut through the middle: head snap G—mouthpiece goes tumbling end over end through the air. Back downstairs Ali—moist thump/thump left-right on paunch bending Gena’s knees—RIPPING Left uppercut as Landry shifts weight to back foot, wases back to walk Nolin forward. Gena stunned, wobbling forward—Ali POUNDING the midsection those short, brutal blows, then easing backward, turning her shoulder to pick up chin TIGHT—she’s a machine at this point. Gena blundering, stumbling, shipping shots and GENA GOES DOWN! Nolin spilling to all fours as Ali steps aside at the ropes—haughty satisfaction on pageant queen’s face as she glares down at blonde rubble. That’s it for Gena-Nolin all staring, rung up, can’t get off her knees—KO6 in brutal fashion Ali Landry.

After: Landry aglow—lifting her arms majestically, strutting canvas—she’s boxing’s most dominant champion once again with a hardhearted pounding of a very dangerous perceived threat. Nolin hurting Ali early, working the body and jugs and having moments, but she never fully recovered form a shattering Landry counter hook in the fifth—sixth round almost a formality for a finisher liker Ali. Swan Lake tape hurried snapped into place as Landry removes gloves and looks over to Nolin corner with hungry eyes—no telling what a rampaging Samdog champion might do with KO’d Gena meat.

Reposted by Archer 10/7/14.