Posted by simguy on 3/5/2005

Before: FCBA refusing to sanction it as such, HBO refusing to promote it as a 'bra-busting-bout' per-se - but Ryan open and honest about her intentions. "This is for the fans," Jeri grins, "I think me taking Kelly apart to the chest is something the people are really clamoring for. It also takes away the early KO from me in all likelihood and that's a challenge I welcome. I'm going to have to put the work in to get Kelly out of there!" Brook buoyant in prefight, confident in the format. "Maybe Jeri's forgotten how I went jug to jug with Laetitia Casta and beat her senseless? No girl in the FCBA can hope to simply stand in and mug with me - that includes Jeri. I know she's proud of her own thickness and she's a great fighter - but in this kind of fight? I'm the teacher, Jeri's the student." Ryan in red bikini, Kelly in neon baby blue bikini for high contrast, curly low ponytail.

During R1: Jeri dukes up, elbows in, palms out - she hops close, turns into a tight-jamming right thick on jug - pounding beefy spank as Brook soaks it up, stands her ground, fires back. Brook cramming HER right thick and short to jug, then they're pulling at each other's arms, grinding in there cheek to cheek: girls just slopping on the punches. Jeri puts two in Kelly's rack: Kelly shrugs two into Jeri's rack - back and forth like that while writhing for position in close. Brook establishing cauldron late - holding Jeri's head in the crook of the left arm and plugging away righty to body and jug: Ryan trying to respond in kind but being jerked and spun off balance in the grasp - Kelly separates herself late in a razor thin first. Slugging after the bell? You bet: girls holding and hitting righty, forcing ref to physically intercede.

R2: Girls wade in: may as well be boxing in mud. Kelly soaks up another swinging right on her cleavage but elects to drift Jeri's chin the receipt - blonde legs do a hurtin' little jig at the unexpected poke. Kelly able to pile in and stack Jeri up at the ropes - brunette mauling and jostling, setting up brawny. Brook bogging Jeri down in swampy confines - brunette constantly riding the left around Jeri's head or trapping Jeri's right arm while jamming away righty - Kelly stuffing home the goods to breadbasket and hulking, heaving rack. Punching after the bell? Better believe it - Kelly thumping away to outraged Ryan gut until ref actually pulls her off.

R3: Girls driving in on each other, immediately reaching under one another's arms, pulling each other behind the elbows, writhing and tugging, then chugging to jug and tummy. Ear to ear, rough pushing and straining gives way to short little uppercut sequences or pumping body work. Grinding stalemate, girls taking turns holding and hitting - pace settling into a sustainable slogging cadence for the long haul. Bell: Jeri disengages AND TAKES A CHEAP RIGHT HAND ON THE JAW! Ryan startled, staggering away - Kelly making some hardnosed decisions about what she'll do in this fight early.

R4: Girls taking turns operating out of the wrap - trapping one another's right arms in order to cram away rights to racks and trembling tummies, walking each other into ropes and piling on beefy. Breathy grunts, wet, spanking impacts, heads grinding temple on temple, ear on ear - both girls committed to using the other up the hard way. Even, staggering, tortuous two way work, but down the stretch, Kelly muscles Jeri to ropes and gets a body firmly atop struggling blonde. Brook shoe-horning in the extra punches to rack - steadily outworking Jeri through 4.

R5: Kelly selling it like she's walking in, stops, fades a half step back, then DRIFTS JERI A HESITATION RIGHT ON THE CHIN! Blonde eating flush - obviously expecting more rack attack - these chin shots are putting her in the hole when Brook gets 'em off. Kelly able to reach under Jeri's arms and body her rough to ropes - brunette mauling, tossing her shoulder at Jeri's mouth, smearing blonde upright, then helping herself to meat. Kel pounding away forearms in tight, crowding and wedging in uppercuts to world-class blonde rack - Ryan grimacing, trying to get her back off the ropes but Kelly's too strong. Brook able to continually shove Jeri back down and punish her, piling on abuse to older woman's glorious hooter-bulge. Bell: Brook's glee spills over - she faces up all grins, shouting "WOO!" in Jeri's cramped, embarrassed face.

R6,7: Jeri gritting her teeth, stepping in rugged - these are hardhearted minutes. More cauldron work from both beauties, left arms up around the opponent's head, heads in close as a result, tight counterclockwise rotation as girls tug and slug with mindless abandon. More sweaty jostle and shove on the inside just to squeak in an uppercut to jug or shove in that cheap forearm - anything to get extra hurt on the opponent. Jeri ekes out the sixth, Brook rides blonde to ropes and grinds out the seventh - both looking parched, mouth-breathing, throbbing-bodied heading into championship rounds.

R8: Brook opening with a series of spearing body jabs: she'll lock up, but only on her terms - sticking Jeri and turning her until ready to engage. Kelly sliding in moist and bodying Ryan to ropes - brunette chopping her right to Ryan's jaw, shoving it to jug, all while pulling down on Jeri's head - blonde just huddling forward in the grasp, starting to take in one-sided fashion. Kelly enjoying long moments of bullying supremacy at the ropes - left hand behind Jeri's head, right jerking up into heaving bosom - Brook relentless, merciless in her pursuit of victory tonight. Ref has to pull Brook off once again - Kelly seething, feeling her foe weaken, and drawing strength from the sight.

R9: Kelly's got Jeri rolling downhill: brunette piles on. Ryan getting backed, walked ruff to ropes and smeared - then Kelly's holding and hitting like Jeri's some punk bimbo who can't do anything about it. Brook very methodical, pulling down Jeri's head with the left, controlling her, bodying up as necessary, then cramming, plugging, stuffing away right hands. Ryan making moist little quitting noises - she can't get Brook off her and can't stop Kelly's thudding right hands from romping to bulbous, defenceless breasts. Jeri covering up best she can, getting cuddled to death in there as Kelly pounds away bell to bell. AND THEN SOME! Kelly crowding in and packing some firm, late right hands to Jeri's waist until ref grabs her away with a reminder to 'obey all commands'.

R10: Insult to injury - Kelly jabs Jeri to the body, jabs her to body, then comes up hook, right hand bang-bang on the chin to drive Ryan tottering ropeside! Jeri's eyes woozy, betrayed as Kelly harvests cheap chinchecks to get the upper hand. Brook pushing in on Jeri and pressing her deep to ropes, making her feel the weight, then setting up at smothering range. Kelly crowding, left hand behind Jeri's head - Ryan huddled forward, dukes up but helpless - blonde just there to take a beating at this point. Brook gritting her teeth, working hard - she's just thrusting away right hands, REAMING right hands to jug, taking all Jeri's got and maybe just a wee bit extra. Cameras getting in there nice and tight: shine of tears unmistakable in Jeri's eyes as Kelly pounds away - brunette dominant, putting her weight on blonde and hammering her to the finish line. Brook caught up in her success, totally ignores the bell - Jeri groaning, knees knocking as repeat right hands pound away ribs and rack until ref reefs Kelly clear. Brook lifting her mitts, strutting and bellowing: Jeri shabby, hugging her ruined torso and casting how-could-you forlorn looks at a strutting brunette's backside. Comes back UD10 wide - Kelly Brook!

After: Decision to confine the brawl to offending racks works against Ryan - she gets banged up in one cushy collision after another, steadily worn down by the younger, hungrier vixen tonight. Ryan shabby, downcast and bewildered: it simply never occurred to her that Kelly might work her over tonight. Brook wearing out Jeri's jugs and loving it - Kelly parading the ring and lapping up the attention as she hands one of the most respected names in the sport a brutal beat down. "I admit it - I refused to lose this fight, and if that meant hitting Jeri some right hands on the chin, then that's what it meant," says a contrite Brit in the ring afterwards. "But those chin-checks were just table-setters: everyone saw what happened tonight. There was just too much jug for Jeri to handle tonight. She's got to understand: mound for mound, I'm the best around!"