Posted by simguy on 9/28/2009, 7:44 am

BEFORE: Special apparatus brought in to weigh each opposing rack in turn... televised live in the UK: Brook and all England astonished when grinning Hendricks weighs in bigger. Stunning upset on the scales sees Chris standing hands on hips, grinning/nodding saucy: it's a slap in the face to UK jug supremacy as Brook, Jones, Ellison, Pinder, Brown and others are suddenly placed in the shade. "It was only a matter of time," chirps Christina in prefight. "America's always had the beef - we've just tended to emphasize sleeker fighters in recent years. I'm here to change all that: Kelly can look forward to a little of what I dished Jeri. Nobody's going to be beating me in JMD!" Brook sputtering, still in denial of the verdict on the scales: pundits recollect the same psychological pressure being applied to Casta whenever her rack came up a few cc's short of Brook's in measurement. Kelly in scarlet bandeau bikini; black gloves; brunette curls loose. Hendricks in midnight blue satin bra and hipster-fit panties; crimson mitts; coppery hair up in teased curls.

During R1: Girls pawing left hands, then Chris turns into a clobbering right, plowing across Brook's bobbling jugs. Kelly barking in pain, baring teeth to answer in kind: wide right hand takes Christina in left armpit as she rolls-with. Chris back with another plowing right, taking Kelly to jug: Brook stumbling back in confusion as redhead charges forward. Hendricks pawing the left, then stepping in, twisting torso-left to swing across the right - she's bludgeoning Brook to ropes. Kelly desperate off her heels, lifting right uppercut to bulging American jug: Chrissy jumps in body to body, arms crossed at her chest to mash Kelly's unprotected hooters. Bleat of pain, Brook: Kelly driven deep to ropes and shook up... she lolls forward at the waist - butt-in-ropes - wrists crossed at throbbing jugs. CHRISSY GOES TO TOWN! Hendricks grinning, lifting lefts and rights from her thighs up into Kelly's torso, crowding close on delivery. Brook gurgling, shoved upright and bumped hard to belly: she finally reaches to clinch, getting herself pancake-pressed to ropes as Hendricks establishes body-dominance. Ref's break spreads 'em out - Kelly circling to her right all gnashing teeth and scowling eyes: Chrissy walking her down, giant jugs a-jostlin'. Brook cagey - wide stance as she slides away: she's luring Chris forward, preempting her by leaning in suddenly, pouring single right hands/right forearms into Hendricks' bra. Christina's pursuit slows - she brings hands up from her hips to her mouth, taking better care of her zaftig whoppers as Kelly's dialing in. Brook stabilizes her front, shows Chris power, manages the ring as Hendricks' early avalanche fizzles.

R2: Big girls showing caution - stepping flat-footed, keeping dukes up, pawing out those range-finding lefts. Chrissy pretty simple in approach: locate Kelly with the left; lean in and plow her righty as hard as possible to jug - right (back) foot skipping prettily up off canvas. Kelly gritting her teeth, turning her head aside as her jugs take these splashing wallops: British girl having trouble standing her ground when American heaves in leather thus. Kelly staggers to ropes: Chrissy all bright eyed, crosses arms at her chest, throws herself into Brook, mushrooming those fabled British gazongas to roaring applause. Kelly shouting out "WUHHFFF!" on impact - driven deep to ropes and ragdolled: she's momentarily helpless, eyelashes fluttering. Hendricks reaching under Brook's arms chests her upright, sorts her out, then PLOWS AWAY TO RACK! Great, stuffing lefts and rights - Chrissy pushing herself forward with short shots, pressing in with her body, basically just ramming mitts/forearms/biceps/shoulders into Kelly's breasts. It's all too much: Kelly all loose, head whiplashing back and forth... she turns to her left, wilts to all fours, panting in frustration and hurt. Christina resplendent - lifting hands majestically, slow-strutting the ring with a serene look: her jugs are pummeling Kelly's jugs and everyone knows it. Brook up for a sniveling 8, tears beading on long lashes and HERE COMES CHRISTINA! Arms crossed at her chest, she leaves her feet, compressing Kelly deep to ropes again - poor Brook crying out as her arms flop around Hendricks' fleshy body in a weak embrace. CHRISSY'S IN THERE WORKING! Hendricks with a sexy little grin just shimmies her shoulders side to side, giving Kelly's jugs a good old fashioned JMD scrubbing. Brook mewling, writhing to reach in under Christina's arms... British girl finally able to spin-reverse, putting American in ropes. Fight tumbles along apron as girls reverse - each struggling to wriggle in under the other's arms for leverage-position. Bell: Kelly panting, slumped against ropes... 'TINA TAKES EXTRA! Stuffing right hand - Chris grinning carefree as she turns it into Brook's heaving rack: Kelly crying out, eyes shut tight at the outrage.

R3: Systematic bullying of Brook - Chrissy stalking Kelly along ropes. Hendricks smiling, eyes bright: Kelly fretful, grimacing, wrists crossed at her breasts, pointing left shoulder at tormentress to deny 'Tina jug. Hendricks getting off comfy: thick-jabbing Kelly in above presented left hip, or working the left arm; hooking Kelly's paunch; swinging right hands into Kelly's back. Chris punching and pushing, occasionally committing to body up - she's finding spots to wriggle her arms in under Kelly's, wrestling apart British guard. Chris smudging jug in close until ref's breaks: cranky Brook pouting, tying up around 'Tina's arms, but constantly being pressed to ropes by sheer weight of American rack.

R4: RIGHT HAND, KELLY BROOK! Midring - girls leaning in righty: Chrissy gets clipped to chin, stumbles off a curb, steps in fence post holes suddenly hurt! Brook seething: she bulls in, bodies Hendricks to ropes, reaching left arm in under Chrissy's right to secure her. Plugging right hands ensue - Brook's teeth bared as she pumps into curvy American tummy, then crams away to jug in tight. Poor Christina! Hendricks sobbing, trying to struggle free, but Kelly's got her wrapped - bodying up as necessary to keep Hendricks ropebound. Crowd in a frenzy as Kelly keeps plowing righty: tummy and tits, TUMMY AND TITS! Ref finally breaks, but doesn't push Kelly all the way back - SHE LUNGES IN WITH A CHEAP RIGHT HAND! Chrissy gobsmacked, blown back into ropes... head lolling, eyelashes fluttering in stupor. Hendricks swooning forward - Kelly lifting lefts and rights into those bulging melons, chugging away while stepping back in good order and CHRISTINA GOES DOWN! Hendricks stumbling forward, bouncing off her knees, bellying-in, then rolling to her back: arms flop out wide to either side, mouth wide open in shock, eyes shut tight - SHE'S DONE! Good Lord - come from behind KO4, Kelly Brook!

After: Brook screeching down, stamping her foot to send doughy tremors across her victorious cleavage while smoothing curls behind her ears: she's incoherent with exultation. Jeri helping Kelly remove mitts: emotional contest saw Kelly badly bullied for much of the fight, until Chrissy's sudden collapse. BODY SPLASH! Seething Kelly tummying down across 'Tina's mammoth chest - redhead groaning in agony as Brook pays her back for Chrissy's own body-stuffing strategy. Brook panting, damp curls dangling in her eyes, teeth bared... she pushes up off Hendricks; crosses arms tight across her chest, then drops down with the right shoulder into Christina's hulking chest. Battered 'Tina blubbering semi-consciously, shuddering and hugging her bosom as Kelly sits up, hands in her lap, catching her breath.

Brook on her knees, straddles Christina's torso, easily pushing away redhead's feeble hands. Hendricks moaning, tossing head side to side: Kelly grinning now, leans forward, forcing Chris to reach up and hold her off with extended arms. Brook just letting her weight-of-chest take effect: Hendricks crying, arms shaking... they finally give way as she turns to her right, trying to roll under her tormentress.

Brook won't have it... she reaches left arm across Christina's throat, bulling her onto her back and going for breast smother from the mount. Hendricks whines - rolls to her left: Kelly uses the strong right arm across Chrissy's throat to muscle her back down, then once again goes for breast smother.

Hendricks slowly used up, extinguished as she tries to roll side to side, only to be muscled to her back and threatened anew. Finally - inevitably - Kelly presses jug to face, wrapping her arms in under Chrissy's head to hold her fast. Brook cinching up - her body heavy upon Christina's - all we see is Brook's back muscles working as she tightens up. 'Tina's hands press against Kelly's armpits, then reach up behind to pull at Kelly's shoulders: there's no escape. Brook just crouching in tight and low on her haunches - sometimes resting her forehead on canvas; sometimes looking things over, making sure Chrissy's not sneaking a breath out the side.

Eventually, Hendricks' hands flop back to canvas either side of her shoulders, wrists bent back in supplication. Kelly rises all steaming and satisfied, sitting atop conquered American belly and treating herself to a good long look at Chrissy's sweat-shiny, jug-shocked face.