Posted by simguy on 8/2/2010, 7:07 pm

BEFORE: "Everyone's telling me to mind Sofia's power," Jeri shrugs in prefight, "and I'm like 'what power?' Sure, she's got that huge rack - but it's stacked onto this skimpy little body... big-jug sock alone isn't gonna get it done. I'll be hitting her hard and smart - hurting her all the time: I'm putting Vergara in my back pocket and that's all there is to it." Sofia incensed: she's never met a blonde she couldn't knock out. "Jeri will feel my power," Sofia promises at podium. "She will feel it and WEEP!" Ryan in heart-pounding black halter top, twist-tied at jugs; leopard print swimsuit bottoms; black gloves; hair straight/loose. Sofia in leopard print halter twist-tied at jugs; black bikini bottoms; black gloves; long black hair all a-tangle.

During R1: Colombian wading in, wingin' wide: Jeri stabs jabs, leaning well back after contact, touching up Vergara's face. Sofia rebuked early, but she's determined - constantly pressing in, getting off: by the minute mark, she's finding the range, clouting Ryan as she's tilting back onto right (back) leg. Jeri slapped off balance, stepping back to regroup: Sofia closing, swinging, scoring heavy rights and lefts and JERI GOES DOWN! Braced about her jawlines - Jeri takes clubbing lefts and rights, turning to her right before scattering to all fours. Colombian girl triumphant - wild black tangles across her eyes/in her mouth as she draws thumb-across-throat. Shaky 8 Jeri and SOFIA WANTS RACK! Vergara wades in on wounded Ryan, BELTING that world-class rack robusto. Clobbering, heartfelt lefts and rights - Sofia in there close, elbows tight to her body as she's tilting side to side, clouting away... Poor Jeri stunned, staring, sliding along ropes in stupor... top knot not designed for this kind of hellacious waxing and JERI'S UNDONE! Walloped knockers spill free as Jeri's battered halter gives way: delighted Sofia raising mitts above her head and cheering the sight as ref jumps in. Bell: Ryan blinking, lips parted, hands awkwardly collecting her massiveness as she stumbles into corner for emergency repairs!

R2: Sofia lunging in - wide hooks coupled with slap-chop rights clapping against Jeri's face. Tall blonde leaning back all drowsy, lips parted, eyes glassy as she collects new face punches. Vergara grinning, hooking palm-down against Jeri's throbbing jugs - clawing blonde girl as Ryan's stumbling to her right, changing up distance. Minute mark, Jeri stepping back onto right leg, walks Vergara in: women trade thunderbolt right hands and SOFIA'S ROCKED! Jeri turns the hook across Vergara's dented chin as Sofia sways on the spot... Ryan leaning in close, cleaving across that short Joe Louis right hand clean to chin. Head swivel, Sofia... she's sits out, hitting all jugs a-jumpin' to her stunned tush! Vergara's tangled black locks streaming down her chest, obscuring either side of her face... she's a rickety beauty rolling over left hip to get standing. Swaying 8, Sofia... ON COMES JERI! Ryan's eyes hard, heart cold as she advances - leaning onto front (left) leg to crank one, two sumptuous left hooks up into Vergara's ribcage. Brunette crying out, sagging into ropes all gutshot/crippled: Ryan completes work on the chassis with a whiplashing right across waist, followed by a rangy, lanky left. Pushing Vergara upright by her shoulders, RYAN GOES RACK! Jeri all about payback as she pops her hips right to sling home the left - pops hips-left to clap across the right. VERGARA'S top now under siege - huge Colombian hooters jumping and jostling about under heated blonde shellack. Sofia all loose, bleating in shock, hands reaching weak for Jeri, but easily slugged out of the way as blonde pours on the strap. Pounding jug-slaughter undoes Sofia - SHE spills out out of her top as the knot gives way. Jeri stays on the bared breasts - twisting her torso side to side with rhythmic shellack, making sure of those puppies until REF STEPS IN! Official hugs stunned Sofia to safety - leopard print rags hanging off her neck in tatters: TKO2 in Grindhouse fashion - Jeri Ryan!

After: Ryan and Brook advancing on weeping Vergara as soon as Jeri's de-gloved and ready... titanic assemblage of jug-weight in the Colombian corner. Relatively brisk, business-like: Ryan and Brook each taking an arm, pulling Sofia to her feet... Jeri's left arm looping round Vergara's right; Kelly's right arm looping round Vergara's left. Standing, Jeri punches thick, shoving right hands into Sofia's helpless tummy - Kelly pumps in lefts: just workmanlike devastation applied as Sofia cramps up defenceless/open-mouthed, getting deflated.

From there, job of work for Jeri to fold Sofia into reverse sleeper - Ryan's left arm winding round Sofia's head - blonde's left hand cupping her right bicep; right hand fisting in Sofia's damp black mane. Vergara hunched forward, guzzling jug... Brook nearby, leering, clapping with hands up high, at face level. Sofia combative - she palms Jeri's hips, then pounds in a right forearm to thick blonde paunch. Ryan's lips tighten as she cinches the hold, eyes staring hard out into the audience. Vergara's got a few more in her, but the blows lessen in intensity as Jeri's jugs take effect.

With Vergara's knees giving way, Jeri pulls the girl off-jug, sliding her into a casual side headlock (left arm) - poor Vergara gasping like a boated trout, eyes closed, long black lashes looking soft as soot. Kelly reaches in, easing Sofia almost gently out of the headlock, then tucking her face into fresh rack: Kelly sporting a hot-pink lace push up under a black silk blouse (now popped open and hanging loose). Kelly pours the jug to Sofia; Jeri stalks the ring hands on hips, scowling. Vergara's hands palm on Kelly's hips, no longer trying to punch her way out. Kelly releases when she feels Vergara going out...brunette sliding down long British legs to all fours; Sofia panting, wiping her mouth with the back of her left hand.

Jeri eases herself to her knees in front of Sofia, fisting both hands in Vergara's luscious black locks to ease her up to her own knees, then folding the semi-conscious Colombian face-first into rack. Jeri double-wrapping the head - hands grabbing either shoulder. Sofia's hands push on Jeri's all-conquering ribs for a while, then slide off - the right hand dangling down - the fingers of the left hand hooking in Jeri's waistband. As Vergara goes out, Jeri releases her, eases the girl to her haunches - Kelly in behind to stabilize; Ryan administer clapping right hand slaps to bring smothered-out brunette around - the blonde's left hand on Sofia's shoulder. Vergara's head lolling as she comes-to, eyelashes fluttering: soon as she's back, Kelly moves in as Jeri sits back on her haunches to watch.

Back and forth, back and forth - Jeri and Kelly keep bringing Sofia round, pounding her fresh jug in turns... proud Colombian is eventually left face-down in the ring, all used up as security finally moves in to secure the ring!