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BEFORE: Smoldering nose to nose photoshoots - neither girl wants to be the first to lose control, but both just trembling with the urge to slap the either in close. "If Jenny had had half the brass she's always claimed," Pammie says at podium, "We'd have fought a best of 21 by now - because I KNOW our fans would have supported it. But we didn't, and the only reason we didn't is because Jenny Mac knew she wouldn't survive that kind of collision with me. Jenny has always - ALWAYS - languished in my shadow - you know how tough it is for things to grow in the shade (helping up her massive jugs to chortles from press row). I'm bigger - in every way; I'm stronger; I'm the only Playmate who has ever mattered. Jenny Mac thinks I'm finally old enough to take a run at, but oh baby - is she wrong about that!" Mac calm at the podium...seething, but calm. "Look - Pam Anderson's a legend," Jenny admits in prefight. "I saw some of her fights on the beach, and at the L.A. Mansion - and the girl scraps like she's just caught you with her man. We used to call those brawls 'Wham Bam Thank You Pam' fights because they were short, brutal, and often. Is she Prime Pammie? No of course not - but I know she's a lot more physical than people give her credit for. The point is this though: I'm better than Pam Anderson. 21 fights means 21 losses for Pam - so she's lucky we never got into it to that extent. She's going to come in sloppy - that's fine, I'll spot her the pounds - because I'm coming in with washboard abs and shipshape legs, and I'm just going to work her to bits in this fight. I know I'm going to taste canvas a little - because I'm not going to pussy-foot around and box this girl: I want to taste her power and let her taste mine. In the end, I'm gonna be the girl who gets up that one last time, while Pam's gonna be the one who can't." Anderson in pink bikini (Memorial Day candids); white gloves; tangly beach hair loose n' wild. Jenny in gun-metal blue bikini with boy leg; white gloves; tidy blonde bob.
During R1: JENNY GOES DOWN! Free-swinging melee midring...McCarthy catches clapping right upside the head - dashing her to all fours moments in. Pam blowing kisses, strutting to neutral corner - fans already going apeshit. Blinking 8 Jenny Mac: PAM SLAMS RACK! Savage clean up of Jenny Mac's jugs has her reeling: Pam in there chugging - lips pursed, blonde curls in her eyes, shoulders pumpin'. Jenny smeared to her right along ropes: Pam at her and on her - proppin' and punchin'. Jenny's jugs a-jumpin': she's forced to clinch down the stretch - legs trembling from the sheer weight of shot being directed into her top. Bell: Pam chests up, hoots hot in Jenny's stunned face - ref pulls upbeat Anderson off wobbly-butt prey.
R2: Well timed jabbing from Jenny early: she's seeing Pam wind up from the hips - stitching in quick to poke her mouth - then getting out of dodge. Pam's rhythm disrupted: Mac sidestepping, coming in off Pam's left shoulder, then hustling combinations into the Anderson breadbasket. Down the stretch, vintage Jmac hooks swat Pam upside the head, forcing her ropeside: MAC WANTS RACK! Savage Playmate Payback the kind of thing we rarely see outside of Mansion brawls: Jenny determined to get every one of Pam's jug-mugging punches back. Bell: Mac still stuffing in short-shrug lefts and rights...poor Pam slumped, open-mouthed, staring on ropes until ref moves in.
R3: Pam's left hand dangling as she steers wide rights onto Jenny's rack: McCarthy stumbling under the wallop. Trade in haymakers goes Pam's way: McCarthy landing, but slugged off-stance as Anderson wades forward. Pam walking Jenny down - Anderson hurling one fist while the off-hand dangles at her thigh, then alternating - looping in wide, slightly overhand arc at Jenny. Mac wilting - belted across jugs and face many, many times: McCarthy looking ragged, trusting to heart/legs to hold her up. Disaster for Jenny late Pam traps her on ropes: Anderson just unleashing hell - fat, strapping lefts and rights hoisted up off the thighs, clobbering Jenny's jawlines, dimming the porch-lights. Bell: Pam pounds home insurance, stroking Jenny a right hand ear-to-chin: McCarthy swaying hurt on the spot, staring as ref tackles raging Pam off.
R4: Mouth breathing, exhausted beauties stumble to midring as furious pace catches up to both. Girls falling into sloppy clinche - walking each other around in grimy embraces while shoving right hands into squirming tummies, jumpin' jugs. Fight spills into/along ropes - girls embraced, mauling/shoulder-butting/head-scrubbing each other in the clinch. Pam with a nice inside technique of twisting her fist against Jenny's jugs, letting leather do yeoman's work: McCarthy grits teeth , works hard to reverse Pam into ropes, then pay her back in body punches. Sweaty, sloppy stuff - hardly a single clean, effective punch as girls tummy up to smother one another.
R5: Weary fighters slug from the hips - girls standing off one another's bows, trying to land huge rather than bodying-up. Amazing stuff: Jenny catching Pam a wide, clapping right upside the head, staggering her. Pam steering muscular rights into Jenny's jugs; leaning in to get a stroking right upside the jaw - putting Jenny wobble-butt at points. Both sets of jugs sloshing about as the girls load up and pitch: healthy blonde lasses taking turns applying the strap through 5. Reeling, staggering pace: Jenny Mac's left hand the difference maker as she's hooking Jug to good effect, and fitting in the odd jab to disrupt Pam's timing.
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R6: Same again - methodical pace - step-and-slug tactics employed as girls belt each other stupid. Stumbling path around the ring...Pam with damp curls in her eyes, lips parted: Jenny grimacing, sometimes walking with hands on hips when she's out of range. Pam generally holding hands around her stomach - leaning and twisting into punches to slop them onto Jenny. When smote to chin, Pam twists to one side or the other, hands stacked at her belly, elbows out to either side as she takes to chin. Neither lass missing a chance to get into offending rack: each subjected to lengthy pumping sessions whenever one can get the upperhand. Bell: Jenny finishing up on Pam's rack - rising lefts and rights bunching up the meat: Anderson slumping ropeside, helpless until ref pulls Jenny off.
R7: Haggard looks, open mouths...battered vixens slouch to midring to resume festivities. Pam hoisting right hands up into Jenny's tummy, then slopping right hands to jaw or jugs: Anderson dangling her left, twisting her torso into her licks for supple leverage. Jenny clobbered off stance, but answering: she's spearing Pam's jugs jabs, then hooking chin - as Anderson reels on the spot - McCArthy cleans up swift right/left combinations. Both blondes lumping up nicely, but Pammie gradually getting the worst of the exchanges. Down the stretch, Jenny hacks a right hand to belly, doubling Pam up "GUHH!" Short hook takes Pam across her jugs; right uppercut kicks her head back, locking her legs up; hook turns her chin aside and SITS HER DOWN! Pammie punched to her glutes...she's just sitting in a puddle of misery, blinking and mouthbreathing. Jenny gasping, hands on hips as she wanders past: McCarthy weaving, looking spent even in a moment of triumph. Pam bravely beats the count, but she's a shabby vixen lolling ropeside: MAC WANTS RACK! Jenny piling in, summoning fresh jug-hate to get after those Pammaries - crowding close, shoving right hand after right hand into bulging mounds. Anderson bleating in pain - ref pulls seething Jenny off as McCarthy's blazing eyes search for signs of quit.
R8: Disasterous, clapping trade midring...vixens sloppin' shots from the hips, stroking each other senseless. Pam welting Jenny a sidearm buggy-whip heavy to gut - then curling it through the jugs - then looping wide to left ear. Jenny staggering under the lash, but answering back short, sudden hooks to chin and wide, clapping rights upside the head that have Pam staring. Girls just bombing each other back to the stone-age - swaying on the spot, each just trying to muster the extra shot. Down the stretch, crashing trade in simultaneous left/rights sees Pamela stagger backwards in shock and SENDS JENNY TO THE DECK! Jmac's back (right) leg gives way, dropping her to that knee, then onto her back...Pam sobs in weary exultation, staggering away from the wreckage practically pasted-out herself.
R9: Gobsmacked beauties wander to midring - girls licking at parched lips, swollen eyes half closed - each just mindlessly focussed on subjugating the other. Healthy, whacking strokes flow forth - fighters loading up from the hips, leaning in, stroking each other right hands upside available heads. When smote, the girls stagger, jugs a-jumpin' as they try to regain balance. Pammie walloping Jen right hands - using the left as range finder or prodder - Anderson just bending into Jen to finish her. Mac whacking back wide right hands to jaw as well, but also finding homes for short, bouncing left hooks tummy-and-tits on Pam. Pam weary from punishment late - wrapping punches around Jenny's back as Mac leans into the arc: JMac a little fresher, digging up paunch when in close, backing Pam up, then catching her hooks on the way out. Anderson reeling from hooks late, backing blind into ropes: deep breath Jenny, then she plunges in, once again squaring up to have a go at that magnificent rack. OH THE JUG TAKEN! Pam crying out, slumped in strands, helpless as her breasts bunch up and slosh around under Jenny's plugging assault: Mac just hustling in rising lefts and rights - hup-hup-hupping poor Pammie's melons. Pam turning her left side into ropes, draping right arm around Jenny's shoulders as Mac continues to pump - Jenny sliding left arm round Pam's waist while right hands bash tits-and-tummy. IT'S ALL TOO MUCH! Pam's knees give way...she kneels down, left hand in ropes for support, puffy cheeks shiny with tears: Jenny staggering back, mouth wide open, buttocks wobbling with fatigue at bell.
R10: OH Jenny catches Pam a right hand - wide, looping blast upside the head, putting Anderson wobbly-butt. Pam's curvy stems hold her up, but she reels into ropes: she's in ruins, hands stacked right atop left at her tummy, awaiting Jenny's onslaught. McCarthy staggering forward - right to the tits/left to the jaw announces her intentions. Pam sitting in ropes, stooped forward, hands in that low stack - OH she's shipping a beating, just staring mute into Jenny's clobbering wallops. Mac mouthbreathing, exhausted, but squaring up to work: she's just twisting-and-slopping, painting haymakers onto the dregs of Pam. Anderson in swoon - reaching to draw Jenny into clinches: McCarthy squirming in warm embraces - too weak to push her way clear as ref issues breaks. Jenny continues to press - attacking Pam at ropes, bashing at her head/chest/flanks/arms until Anderson's boozy clinches call in the ref. Pam out on her feet, spent: she's can't answer back, but she's too proud to go - mindlessly willing herself to tie Jenny up. Down the stretch, Pam's right arm wound round Jenny's head, pulling her in close - Jenny's left cheek pressed wet to Pam's right - Jenny's right arm pumping mindless punches into Pam's quivering tummy as Mac presses Anderson into strands. Bell: Jenny shoving in insurance-rights to paunch; Pam sullen, gasping softly as Jenny punches the air out of Anderson's body. One last ref's break separates wobble-twins: comes back UD10 Jenny McCarthy!
AFter: Pam stunned, swaying on the spot as Jenny's hand is raised. McCarthy swaying, blubbering joyous tears: a delighted Jenny O'Dell hugs both fighters in turn - veteran promoter knows she's just presided over the fight of the year. "I knew it would be tough," a battered Mac mumbles in postfight. "Pam's crude, but determined, and she came in big as Krista Allen tonight. I brawled her - could have boxed smarter - but I think we both gave the fans what they wanted from us tonight. The extra pounds held her up: I stroked some legit leather tonight - would've finished any 118 pounder in the world - but Pammie took what she had to. I give her credit for that. I still don't think the FCBA's big enough for the two of us, but I do think she can fight. She stays on the beach, she'll do alright." |
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