Posted by Simguy on 04/15/2005

Before: Dunning fresh off another brutal pasting on the resort circuit - she's back in the big leagues to answer Cox's challenge. "Nikki's got nerve," Debbe says in prefight. "Maybe she's forgetting the beatings I gave her in sparring, trying to hammer her into some semblance of shape. If I know Nikki - and I do - she hasn't done her road work consistently, she's short-changed herself on crunches, she's cut corners anywhere she could in an effort to baby herself. Babying stops once we get in there: it's going to be the same old lessons, me to her."

Uncharacteristic power-play by Cox - this is heartless, predatory matchmaking - Cox the younger, fresher beauty, a hard puncher in her own right - a lot of people don't think this fight should be sanctioned. "Debbe may be 'retired'," says Nik, "but she's still fighting. My thing is, let's get her paid at least. People think I'm taking advantage of her, but I know how dangerous Debbe is and we have a lot of unanswered questions between us. I'm looking forward to a good scrap, and let me tell you: Debbe Dunning will be in it to win it."

Cox in hulking beige crochet bikini top, red and white floral print, tie-side trunks - Debbe in pink/white check print bikini, bra straps and twist tied top. Both vixens opting for the sheepskin boxing mitt.

During R1: Reckless abandon, both beauties swinging wild, looking to end this thing early. Dunning pitching from her hips, over-swinging and staggering forward, head up, chest out - legs looking shaky from the get go. Cox tagging Debbe's face and jawlines free-swinging lefts and rights - great jugs a-heaving with the side-to-side mayhem - sheepskin gloves making dull, thudding contact against Dunning's skull. Early second minute - wheels fall off Dunning's apple cart - flush head shots suddenly add up in her knees - she reels, lolls, clatters to all fours, bitterly disappointed. Cox' chest heaving with exertion, eyes blazing with hot satisfaction: she's exposed Dunning's shot legs early with a clubbing knockdown.

R2: Dunning unrepentant, she wades right back in, beats Cox to a series of swinging lefts and rights midring, PUTTING NIKKI WOBBLY BUTT! Cox suddenly dismayed as HER chin gets checked - she reaches to clinch, gets spun - Debbe looping hooks as Cox sputters in a hurtin' semi-circle. Cox hits ropes shabby, dukes at brows: Debbe strides in, throwing a GORGEOUS strapping right left to the waist visibly crumple Cox into strands. Sheepskin mitts thudding away on ribs and tummy - Debbe still coaxing wiry, hamhanded leverage out of her slender frame - poor Cox covering up, riding it out. Deb putting two in the body, one in the head, or two upstairs, one reefing hook to liver - splendid, crowd-pleasing wallop being dished out. Coxie belted into stupor, but managing to clinch down the stretch - she bogs Debbe down to escape a huge Dunning rally.

R3: Cox gunshy, still buzzing from Debbe's solid work - Nikki's skirting the perimeter with a "don't-hurt-me" scowl on worried face. Debbe stepping, stalking - she's just walking Cox down, throwing hard right hands to the body to set up hooks head and ribs. Nikki pushing out right hands as she's shying away, not getting anything on the shots - she's not doing anything to hold Dunning off. Down the stretch, Cox runs out of ring: she's handed a withering beatdown as Debbe sets feet wide and lets hands fly. Double D glorying in the feel of her right hand digging into Nikki's stubborn belly or hip, mopping up scouring hooks as Coxie wilts. Debbe hoisting short rights and lefts up into Cox's outrageous hooters at the bell, bringing ringsiders to their feet with the thumping concussion of sheepskin on jug.

R4: Coxie adjusts. No jab from Dunning - Nikki able to step right inside, set up noggin-on-noggin and work - she starts chopping aging Dunning ribs and tummy, bumping Debbe tuff shoulders, walking Dunning backwards. Double D willing to mix it up, licking lanky left and right uppercuts in an attempt to pick Cox up coming forward. Midway through, Cox buries a series of tuff, thick right hands flat to paunch on Debbe, sets up a short left hook from a crouch that beats Dunning's wider hook to the mark. Head-torque Dunning - her left hand sails, legs lock up and stamp away with minds of their own - she flops to all fours as Cox pounces with bad intentions. Dunning slack-jawed, staring as assures ref she's fine after the 8 count: COX MOPS UP! Big, beefy payback - Nikki hoisting lefts and rights up into Debbe's prize rack, then dipping to fit lethal hooks in tight behind the elbow, really punishing the older woman's chassis. Bell: Dunning's legs trembling, stepping gingerly - Coxie all business as she stomps back to her corner.

R5: Sloppy stuff - Debbe desperately hurt and winging wildly - Cox able to avoid most of it, but Dunning's falling in, smothering and clinching as fight bumbles into ropes. Girls tieing up, reversing position along the ropes - each wedging in short UFC type shots to jaw and ribs out of the clinch. Hard to score - not a lot of clean production - But Coxie's forcing the pace, bringing the fight to Debbe and smearing her against the ropes pretty effectively down the stretch.

R6: Sloppy stuff, punctuated by some gorgeous, clean connects to Dunning's tragically available jaw. Debbe shipping hard, flush, full-bodied clout on her chin - Coxie labelling hooks and crosses, growing more confident as Debbe's punches are start to wave and slap in return. Chopping right over Debbe's left, swatting left and a crunching right on the mouth send Dunning teetering sideways into ropes - she covers up shabby to receive Nikki's finishing run. Thudding, hollow-sounding beatdown - Cox in no hurry, making sure of Debbe's tired body, pain-wracked ribs and tidying up those world-class jugs just because. Nikki finally lighting up the arena with that friendly smile at the bell: she's using Debbe up at last.

R7: Dunning ashambles, badly deteriorated, yet allowed to answer the bell: weight forward over her feet, dukes up mouth-high, eyes unfocused. Cox's legs springier, body more taut, she locates Debbe with a jab between the breasts, jabs her to the body, pounds a right hand flush off Debbe's mouth then clips her a perfect clean-up hook on the chin to send Dunning scooting to her backside. Poor Debbe ramshackle, hitting canvas all loose limbs and lolling head - she clambers up ropes to beat the count, BEGGING the ref to let it go. ON COMES NIKKI! Debbe huddling forward behind her mitts, too proud to quit: Cox all too-willing to pound the fight out of her old mentor. Nothing pretty or scientific - Cox able to load up and wail away, fists bashing Dunning senseless, Double D drooping forward, exposing her back to the thudding swipes of sheepskin malice. Dunning eventually drummed to all fours - Cox bodied back as she's bellowing down, screaming for Debbe to get up. Dunning done: KO7 Nikki Cox.

After: Debbe battered yet again, but also showing just enough early on to make die-hard fans believe she can still be a threat. Cox generally a good-natured gal, but she laboured for a long time in Dunning's shadow - plenty of hard feelings built up during Debbe's tenure as gym-boss: Nikki looking to make a statement on a helpless Dunning.

Marching into the Dunning corner, Nikki reaches under Deb's arms to hug her to her feet, takes Deb by her trunks and hair, gives her the bum's rush out of the ring! Dunning lying in a stunned heap on the floor - grinnin' Nikki hops down jugs a-jostlin' - she gathers Debbe up once again, rests her buttocks against the apron and treats her to a whistling right hand flat on the tummy. Sobbing shout of pain as Deb doubles over - Nik able to hop up to a seat on the apron, then reach with her legs and arms to gently pull Debbe in. Muscling and bullying, Nikki gets Debbe turned around: legs locked around Debbe's ribs, left arm snaked round back her head - Dunning's face is pulled into the clammy confines of Coxie's heaving bosom as Nikki exults in the moment. Withering smother applied - poor Debbe trapped, hands pushing down on Nikki's creamy thighs, or reaching round the waist in a futile hug. Deb even tapping out on the apron in hopes of release - but Nikki's heartless tonight. Cox drains every last drop of Debbe, finally unlocking her limbs to allow a used up Dunning to sprawl in a steaming heap of brunette on the floor. Boos: Nikki hops down with that pretty grin fixed, flicking hair behind her ears as she stares down, drinking in the sight of a helpless, jugged-out Debbe D.