Posted by Simguy on 6/3/2006, 12:50 pm.

Jeri in plush black velvet push up and panties, white lace trim, white gloves

Kelly in hot pink lace push up and panties, white gloves

WHERE FOUGHT: New York

Quote: “4 of us are going into this fight,” Jeri quipped, “only 2 are coming out.”

SYNOPSIS: The Samdog duo wasted no time in hurting one another, with Kelly stunning Jeri a right hand in the second and Ryan returning the favour in the third. Both stalked with pantherish, well balanced steps, pawing the jab to set up fight-winning crosses: it seemed only a matter of time before one or the other beauty would be chinchecked into oblivion.

Despite the methodical pace of the bout, Jeri found it easy to be consistently busier than her buxom for. While Kelly pawed the jab exclusively (looking to come over the top righty) - Jeri would occasionally snap hers, banging back Brook’s startled face with authority. Kelly’s only thought was to land decisive right hands: Jeri worked her hook to Brook’s belly and breasts, helping to loosen up the brunette’s stance and frustrate her spirit. A single coming right from Ryan WOULD put Kelly on her back in the fifth, ending the Brit’s night in thunderclap fashion - but the foundations had been laid by a very consistent, thorough application of both hands to the problems of Brook’s body and head throughout the previous 4 heats.

BEST MOMENT, BROOK: Catching Jeri a clout midway through the second. With Ryan stepping back - Kelly stepped-with, leaning in and down to a glorious bright hand over the top: Ryan’s head swiveled back and around with crowd pleasing torque. Brooke’s exultant grin as Jeri staggered in stupor to the ropes was the very picture of unspeakable delight: she clearly felt she had won the fight in that moment.

BEST MOMENT, RYAN: With Kelly starfished on her back, out cold, and the 10 count recorded - Jeri sat down heavily atop pale British midsection to treat herself to Kelly’s hulking jugs in heinous fashion. Simple job of work - Jeri grunting with the effort of plowing her mitted fists across Brook’s helpless mounds - the blonde leaning into the job, bracing herself with the off-hand against Kelly’s KO’d sternum. Washerwoman right hands clubbed against doughy goodness, sloshing British jug as Brook’s head lolled to the right, a tiny unconscious frown forming on her brow. Hardworking left hands - Jeri shifting herself to work away - drawing the elbow back and plunging the punches down and across. Tossing her head to spill her hair prettily down her right shoulder and breast - Ryan would occasionally lean in with her left ear close to Kelly’s parted lips, then back up, shrug in exaggerated fashion and shout, “Hey, she said, she wants more! My hands are tied!” Then, it was back to the salt mines for Ryan. Alternating fists as necessary. Safe to say the Brook/Ryan alliance is over following this outrageous display.