Posted by Simguy on 5/31/2003, 8:23 am.

Before: Dunning basking in the afterglow of a wildly successful tournament, wearing her Krusher Killer tshirts in brazen display, running her success in Jeri's face--Ryan understandably resentful. "She's stolen some of my thunder, no quesiton," admits Jeri in prefight, "but I'm getting it all back, She had a good tournament, but it's over. She can't ride that horse any more and I'm sick of hearing about Debbe Dunning's 'heart' and 'will' everywhere I turn. She's not in with a Krusher creampuff this time: she's in with Jeri Ryan: I'm gonna put that heart to the test." Ryan in red bikini, Debbe in purple athletic bikini, black shoes and gloves.

During R1: Ryan boxing smart from a strong, flat footed stance, stampig Debbe the jab--all comes apart at the seams end of minute 1. Debbe lighting Ryan up with a well-timed right over the jab--she puts jelly in Jeri's knees and has the blonde covering up all wobbly butt midring. HEROIC punching to Jeri's ribs has her wilting forward--Debbe unleashing with both hands, then bodying up to drive her girl hard to ropes. Dunning palming up, feet wide, bracing Jeri and letting her hands go as the blonde stares into punishment. Ryan hands at chest and stomach, dazed--Dunning walloping either jaw line with lusty strokes, pushing and palming up to reset Jeri for more. Dunning rampage to the bell has Ryan tottering on the verge of collapse--ref pulling the Stunning One off, legs kicking, teeth snarling.

R2: Ryan ramshackle, fighting hurt--she digs in to await Dunning thunder. Brutal toe to toe slugging--Debbe stroking Jeri'a available face with either hand, hooking ribs, swinging wide rights to the body, Ryan shakes, but determined--bending into that trademark short bright hand off the shoulder and getting Dunning's head to swivel. Both girls dressed up, but Dunning the more active, backing Jeri up fairly consistently.

R3: More raucous two-way brawling, really settling into a murderous rhythm of you-hit-me-I'll hit-you, Girls squared away, dukes up--Dunning will stroke a hook on the ear, then lick the left hand up under for the uppercut on the chin, Ryan will bang up the middle of the right hand, hook the ribs, prop up with the left elbow to reset. Dunning right back with a sudden walloping lather up top, lefts and rights that have Ryan staggering from one foot to the other. Ryan right back with sexy left and right uppercuts in close, walking Dunning back under the barrage. Double D separates herself late as the girls trade hooks--Jeri's legs give a shake--eyes brimming as she tries to stand her ground. Dunning bodying up to pile Jeri into the ropes--shoving for a little room then going to those luscious jugs with stand-up slugging from both hands. Ryan ransacked, snivelling, but holding it in--she sways at the ropes as Dunning wrenches another around away on the cards.

R4,5: Dunning wading into Jeri, constantly AT the blonde, athering, stroking her with punches body and head. Ryan getting bludgeoned into numb acceptance--she's leaning in, slugging back, but getting outworked. too often Jeri's caught posing, weight out over her feet, gloves at her temples, letting Debbe get off in bashing series of lefts and rights on ear/jaw or galloping blows to the midsection, Ryan allowing the 5th and 6th punch before answering with one or two, face getting scuffed up, eyes becoming haunted as there's nowhere to go. Dunning coming forward, Ryan giving ground stubbornly as she drops two more close, but clear rounds.

R6: Dunning rattles Jeri with an early overhand right, corwds in to walk Jeri back, strokes her another ight upside the head, crowds in, strokes her again--Jeri listless as she bis walloped to the ropes, hands dumb at her temples, Jeri standing rooted to the spot, stooped forward--Dunning putting 'em together with murderous glee. Double D going tummy-jug-chin, ribs-ribs-ribs, chin-chin-chin--just hamering away at Jeri's rigid defenses. Uppercuts really breaking Jeri down--she doesn't like 'em, and she's always right there for the hook as her head pops up. Incredibly, Ryan keeps her feet, facing into the storm--she's busted up, cut over the right eye, bleeding from the nose and shopworn after 6.

R7,8: Debbe relentless, piling up the points, going at Ryan all over the ring, walking her down, punishing her with singleminded determination. Ryan's chin simply can't be dented--she's getting stroked, put wobbly butt, but she's not going down. Unfortunately, neither is she pounching much--all too often covering up and letting Debbe pitch away, Crowd oohing and aahing at the devastating looks Debbe's getting--she's just taking what she wants, hitting Jeri hard up and down her long torso, Jugs are furiously mugged at every opportunity, Debbe standing nup in her stirrups with rising blows to lush blonde melons--Jeri stupified, often against the ropes, sputterong in protest. After 8, Ryan reeling, besotted with punches, but Debbe showing signs of wear--Dunning mouth breathing, clealry exhausted on her stool.

R9: Ryan breaks up the no-hitter--Debbe's ryunning on empty. Girls grind foreheads wrestling on the inside--Jeri's getting the right hand across Debbe's trembling ribcage, picking up the chin with jagged little right uppers in tight. Dunning retreating now, sometimes stepping back and wailing away to Jeri's head, but the blows are slapping now--Ryan walking right through them. Jeri finishes up strong at the ropes, Debbe's butt in the strands, Debbe stooped forward in a dazed, earmuff stance to take.

R10: Exhausted warriors fall in together, struggle with each other's slender arms and buxom inertia--Ryan pressing Dunning back, muscling down her defenses, Jeri worn down herself--cuffing and digging into Debbe, but not as gatefully as before--just mindlessly working on an opponent too tired to resist the incursions. Dunning mauled up against the ropes--she's tieing up, trying to wrap up the blonde's arms. Jeri clouting jug with meanspirited frustration in the last minute--all she can do with time running out. Comes back UD10 wide Debbe Dunning.

After: Stunning One keeps the ball rolling, tearing into Jeri with the same ferocity that shocked Theron--a bitter, badly battered Jeri Ryan morose as her gloves are removed. Dunning gambling early, getting to Jeri and shaking her up in the first--Ryan just never recovered fully as the avalanche wouldn't subside. "I think Jeri knows where she stands now," says a triumphant Debbe. "I took her apart tonight, really worked her over. I'd go so far to say I may have ruined Jeri Ryan--we'll see how she looks in her next fight. I'll be she's gunshy."

Reposted by Archer 9/8/11.