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Post by Archer on Jun 28, 2021 12:26:23 GMT -6
Hello Nathan
Sorry for the loNg delay i responding to your request. I discovered I had misdated Lucy vs Sarah in their records, but that's been corrected. Oh, and esp. thanks for requesting Debbe Dunning vs Jennifer O'Dell, I'm sure you'll agree with me that it is one great fight!
Archer
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22 NOVEMBER 2002 LUCY LIU VS SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR
Posted by Simguy on 11/22/2002, 7:03 am.
Before: Liu trying to regain that dominate Hall of Fame form, dogged by criticism following the Salma Hayek fight—bout against well regarded but undersized Sarah Michelle just the ticket. Gellar extra motivated as she says, “Lucy Liu’s a big reason why I’ve been on the outside looking in at flyweight. A lot of people think I can’t be more than a gatekeeper in this division because I can’t handle Lucy and I’ve just got to answer that charge. I’m not going to roll over for her—if she’s going to beat me again, she’s going to have to fight for every point.” Sarah in ponytail, white bikini, white shoes, Lucy in black push up, leopard print boy cut trunks.
R1: Pretty boxing from both skilled technicians. Lots of upperbody sweetness, girls flatfooted, making each other miss. Banding low at the waist, getting their heads below waist level, swaying in close to nudge the opponent in the hips, then swaying out to pick her up on the hook. Lucy a little quicker mitted, more apt to get a piece of Gellar, but nobody’s connecting flush. Tactical first to Double L.
R2: Liu’s seen enough, she’s looking to get a blonde in trouble this round. End of the first minute, aggressive Liu ducks low, hooks the stomach, hooks the jaw and Gellar clatters back on her heels shocked by the sudden power. Liu in cocksure pursuit, hands down, showing that Hamed upperbody sway as she walks Sarah down, swatting at her shots off the thighs, Final minute, Gellar turns the tables—she leads a wide right decoy, staking it all on a short, clipping hook to the chin—Liu steps wrong, nearly pitches forward onto her gave as she reels away hurt. Gellar on the attack, ignores the head, lashes several withering strokes to the Liu midriff—Lucy ooking scorched and achy at the bell, Liu wins the round, but Gellar wins respect—Lucy feeling the sting as Sarah gets the most out of her spare frame.
R3,4,5: Liu breezing to virtual shutouts in all three rounds—she’s embarrassing Sarah with overall agility, using her legs. dancing around the ring, launching slashing attacks with punches from her knees and hips. Curiously, Liu’s not setting down on the shots—she’s elusive, obviously more athletic, but she’s not committing on offense, clearly showing caution in the wake of Gellar’s surprising pop in the second, Sarah unable to get position and score herself, but she’s blocking almost everything and the punches getting through aren’t rocking her. Liu rolling to a 5 love leads seems content to bank rounds en route to a decision.
R6: Gellar breaks up the romp with that wide right hand, short, clanging hooks—Liu loose in the knees as she staggers sideways: she’s wobbly butt. Gellar grim to follow up, jabbing at her girl as Liu flops and bends at the waist, but punching sincerely to the waist. Liu shipping leather in her ribs and tummy—Sarah doing consistent work there to keep the hurt on, Working in close, Gellar’s clipping a nice tight uppercut, rotating her torso, all shoulder on the blows as Lucy rolls with them. Liu recovering late, starts to regain form—she’s sliding back, walking Sarah into the check hook, stepping around with menacing intentions as blonde backs off the gas at the bell.
R7,8: Good quality boxing from both women, and Lucy’s in charge. Liu content to slap and slip, sliding around either Gellar shoulder, leaning away from punches with her hands down to keep the blonde’s connect percentage low. Sarah doggedly attacking, swiping away with both mitts to the midsection—she’s landing the harder, more determined shots, but she just can’t make up for Lucy’s consummate ring generalship. Both rounds to Liu close—Gellar patiently working the body but she’s running out of minutes.
R9: Liu leaps in an early left, looking to cash in Sarah with a single flying uppercut, but Sarah blocks with the right, turns over a counter left hook on the chin and has Liu stepping in fence post holes moments in. Gellar disciplined, going right back to the body whenever Liu’s hurt0bitter efts and rights slash back and forth across belly meat as Lucy stoops forward hurt behind her mitts, Liu struggling, baby-stepping forward, gloves at her face—Gellar’s eating her up with lathering body work! Sarah showing a Chris Byrd look as she licks and strokes multiple hooks, then picks Liu up between the gloves a little right uppercut, then bats away with more hooks. Liu staggering forward, eating—Gellar stepping back, curling around the side, keeping up a steady peppering of her opponent and THE REF STEPS IN! Lucy glassy eyed, wobbly, but coherent, sobs in protest and Sarah Michelle Gellar bounds away the TKO9 Winner!
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After: Cover of BLONDE! magazine—Gellar waxing away on Liu with the headline, FALLEN ANGEL: GELLAR CRUSHES LIU IN (! Gellar blubbering with glee—leaps around the ring, then can’t stop herself from pulling Lucy around the perimeter for a shabby walk of sham. Liu definitely scalded in the ninth, groggy as Gellar puts her on display, but this upsets leaves a bitter taste in the Asian dynamo’s mouth. Liu won 7 of 9 rounds, several by shutout, but the reluctance to bear down on Sarah was a mistake. “I’ve waited years for this,” bubbles a giggly Sarah Michelle in triumph, “Lucy really devastated me he first time we met and it was so disappointing to see a flyweight that fast, hitting that hard, I didn’t know if I could ever catch up, but now I’ve done it! I want Mish Williams. I know I can beat any 110 pounder in the world, and it as well be the champ!”
Reposted by Archer 6/28/21.
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23 APRIL 2004 DEBBY DUNNING VS JENNIFER O’DELL
Posted by Simguy on 4/23/2004, 8:17 pm.
Before: O’Dell enters the favourite, but don’t tell Deb Dunning that. “I like what I’ve seen of this kid,” says Debbe, remind me of me when I was starting out, but let me tell you something: I’d beat the ever-loving crap out of the young me any day. O’Dell’s got guts so I expect her to go down hard, but I still expect her to go down.”
Respect enough to go around—“Debbe’s one of my idols<” says Jenny in the prefight. “It’s going to be an honor to going against her, but I don’t see how she’s going to stand up to the punishment. Every fight she’s had recently, girls have gotten to her and hurt her—when a puncher like me does that, this thing’s going to be over."
Debbe in lavender/pink bikini, black shoes, white socks—Jenny in baby blue bikini, white shoes and socks—white gloves for both...
During R1: Jenny jabs to the chest—takes a swinging right hand on the jaw—Debbe steps in and hooks that chin—Jenny on heels slings a wide looping senseless brawling midring as beauties plant, chests out, chins up, teeth bared, pitching crazy rights and leftsin quick succession stun the blonde, sit her down—Jen’s up quick for her 8. ON COMES DEBBE! Grinning brunette strides forward, left shoulder pointed at the blonde, turns to pull that swinging right hand lusty to the breadbasket—Jenny beaten back into ropes, groggy, but belting back. Classic mindless hammer and tongs to the bell—Debbe staying right there, trying to wear out that chin—but O’Dell’s coming on at the end.
R2: O’Dell’s corner screaming at her not to play Debbe’s game—kid has other options. Jenny out with a little lateral movement, stepping right around a jab to Debbe’s chest. Dunning turning, reaches with a right from a bad angle—O’Dell with a nice slip underneath, straightening with a clanging hook to the chops and DUNNING SCOOTS TO HER BACKSIDE! Debbe sitting up with a woozy pout—satisfaction in Jenny’s eyes as she shows a little sock herself, D takes 8, on comes Jenny and it’s payback blonde on brunette—Jenny looking to consolidate as Debbe’s legs look stiff, O’Dell methodical—nice loose hook in above the right hip, bending Debbe’s frame. Lathering hook on the ear and a clouting right on the chin beat past the guard. Muscular shoulder-palming from the blonde—she’s keeping Debbe locked down, pinned up against the ropes. And HEAPING mittfuls of jug—great plugging lefts and rights walloping that world class rack—Dunning shabby with hurt, reaches in time and again to clinch, prompting referee’s breaks. O’Dell smoldering at the bell—3 good minutes of work—Debbe put wobbly butt, wandering ragged to her corner.
R3: Jenny goes right at Debbe, convinced the older woman’s seriously hurt—spirited two way trade results. Girls take turns—Jenny will crouch down, look to block Dunning’s clobbering sweeps, then answer back nifty-quick hooks or chopping right hands blunt on the chin. Deb’s hands lowering—she’s got the right at her chest, left at her hip—licking punches by turning her torso side to side—she generates hellish tongue, but leaves gaping openings as both beauties get stung. O’Dell a little busier, little shorter with her punches, and she’s fitting a nice straight right hand snug between Debbe’s breasts to pre-empt the brunette slugger through 3.
R4: Jenny abandoning the lateral movement, now engaging Debbe in a war of attrition—good strategy for a younger woman, but this is Debbe’s fight. Girls crouching and licking trying to catch each other after punching—hair-raising stuff as vicious blows clap off flanks or guards, just graze chins early. Midway through, girls trade rights, girls trade lefts and Debbe catches every square INCH of Jenny’s chin! Blonde staggered back on her heels, eyes vacant—gloves up weak as Debbe unleashes. Dunning with a furious limber-limbed assault—stroking wide lefts on the jaw, drifting rights on the chin—Jenny staring, gloves at her chest as she is belted from one foot to the other, on the verge of collapse, O’Dell manages to prop her butt in the ropes late—Dunning senses she’s not ready to go, changes tack. Double D palming the blonde’s biceps back, exposing trembling tanned torso—great chugging lefts and rights—thick and pumping to breadbasket and breasts—poor Jenny just slumps in the ropes and takes it as older woman leeches strength from younger. Bell sounds, veteran Dunning lands a clouting late right on the mouth just because.
R5: Jenny staggering forward, looking to engage--corner screaming at her to box, but it’s falling on deaf ears. Jenny able to catch Debbe with right hands on the chin, but Dunning storming through it—SHE’S taking the fight to O’Dell now. Girls trading glorious clouting strokes on the chin—crowd groaning on impact—but it’s Jenny rattling backwards, unable to get weight into her punches as Dunning comes forward. Second minute--Jenny windblown at the ropes—cupping her face in her hands, bending forward—Debbe strapping home hateful rights and lefts to the flanks, up underneath—beating down golden brown hips and midsection. Jenny faltering to her right, finally hits the corner and Debbe opens up full throttle. It’s just one beauty standing another up and tearing away—Jenny strong legs holding her up ramshackle—Debbe on wide-spread legs, twisting on her hips to pour in slobberknocker left sand rights. O’Dell clubbed and buffeted from one foot to the other—finally a left hook, tugs on her chin, turns her to her left and DROPS HER TO ALL FOURS! Jenny in shock, Debbe pushing with the effort of heaping her hardest blows on the blonde and O’DELL BEATS THE CLOCK! Bell sounds--Debbe I frank awe as Jenny staggers wobbly butt to her corner.
R6: Jenny all busted up, but refusing to surrender on her stool—she’s up but swaying to the start the sixth. Debbe hard-eyed—she wants the KO, but realizes fight’s going into the second half—veteran conserves her energy Debbe sliding her left arm in under Jenny’s to wrap up close, using the right to stuff and wedge into O’Dell’s tummy and jugs. Jenny ridden hard into the ropes, weak with punishment, but stubbornly brawling on—when she can get some distance, she’s still swinging for the fences. Fight stumbles and bumbles along the ropes—stop and go as Debbe wants to work on those luscious ribs and trembling belly up close—Jenny hoping for hooks and uppercuts to end this thing.
R7: They punch, they slide into one another’s arms, they take turns walking each other back for breaks—fight slowing down as brutal slugfest takes its toll. Single haymakers are shaking both women to the body--Debbe with low-slung right up into the tummy—Jennifer with a prepping jab to chest and a step in hook to the ribs. Agonizing stuff—shimmering slick bodies embracing, then parting, each looking to find the off switch on the other. Final minute, girls get to hooking and JENNY REELS BACK! O’Dell with eyelashes fluttering, gets the worst of a torrid trade in lefts—Debbe hopping forward with an overhand right that just brushes lips as JOD hits the ropes. Jenny slouching, lifting her mitts to her face, just riding it out AND DEBBE UNLEASHES! Dunning pinning her ears back, gambling on a finishing burst and she’s LIGHTING JENNY UP! Gorgeous, soul-sucking rights and lefts up underneath, getting Jenny’s ribs under her elbows, sitting her hurt in the ropes. Body work loosens blonde up—Debbe standing up in her stirrups, lugging punches up into overhanging shelf of blonde jug, then bodying back Jenny to clout that face. Rich, stroking lefts and rights—Jenny just star-struck, leaning back against the ropes, hands at her chest, head being swiveled to and fro and JENNY MELTS TO THE CANVAS! O’Dell all used up, swooning to her face and chest—it’s an upset KO7 Dunning!
After: Debbe D gracious in victory—consoling a shaken and distraught O’Dell—huge setback for Jenny tonight as Debbe emerges as divisions’ most resolute slugger. “That woman took an UNBELIEVABLE beating tonight,” says Debbe with admiration, “I mean, I was unloading on her, and not just with one or wo shots—but I was hitting her over and over, right on the chin and she wouldn’t go down. Too bad she’s growing up in the Debbe Dunning Era!” O’Dell dropping Debbe early and punishing the brunette, but gave up tactical awareness to do so—Jenny didn’t have to fight this way and it cost her big time. Dunning the hottest property in boxing, turning back sexy young contenders in muscular fashion—underdog with a punch, making it work.
Reposted by Archer 6/28/21.
Sorry for the loNg delay i responding to your request. I discovered I had misdated Lucy vs Sarah in their records, but that's been corrected. Oh, and esp. thanks for requesting Debbe Dunning vs Jennifer O'Dell, I'm sure you'll agree with me that it is one great fight!
Archer
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22 NOVEMBER 2002 LUCY LIU VS SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR
Posted by Simguy on 11/22/2002, 7:03 am.
Before: Liu trying to regain that dominate Hall of Fame form, dogged by criticism following the Salma Hayek fight—bout against well regarded but undersized Sarah Michelle just the ticket. Gellar extra motivated as she says, “Lucy Liu’s a big reason why I’ve been on the outside looking in at flyweight. A lot of people think I can’t be more than a gatekeeper in this division because I can’t handle Lucy and I’ve just got to answer that charge. I’m not going to roll over for her—if she’s going to beat me again, she’s going to have to fight for every point.” Sarah in ponytail, white bikini, white shoes, Lucy in black push up, leopard print boy cut trunks.
R1: Pretty boxing from both skilled technicians. Lots of upperbody sweetness, girls flatfooted, making each other miss. Banding low at the waist, getting their heads below waist level, swaying in close to nudge the opponent in the hips, then swaying out to pick her up on the hook. Lucy a little quicker mitted, more apt to get a piece of Gellar, but nobody’s connecting flush. Tactical first to Double L.
R2: Liu’s seen enough, she’s looking to get a blonde in trouble this round. End of the first minute, aggressive Liu ducks low, hooks the stomach, hooks the jaw and Gellar clatters back on her heels shocked by the sudden power. Liu in cocksure pursuit, hands down, showing that Hamed upperbody sway as she walks Sarah down, swatting at her shots off the thighs, Final minute, Gellar turns the tables—she leads a wide right decoy, staking it all on a short, clipping hook to the chin—Liu steps wrong, nearly pitches forward onto her gave as she reels away hurt. Gellar on the attack, ignores the head, lashes several withering strokes to the Liu midriff—Lucy ooking scorched and achy at the bell, Liu wins the round, but Gellar wins respect—Lucy feeling the sting as Sarah gets the most out of her spare frame.
R3,4,5: Liu breezing to virtual shutouts in all three rounds—she’s embarrassing Sarah with overall agility, using her legs. dancing around the ring, launching slashing attacks with punches from her knees and hips. Curiously, Liu’s not setting down on the shots—she’s elusive, obviously more athletic, but she’s not committing on offense, clearly showing caution in the wake of Gellar’s surprising pop in the second, Sarah unable to get position and score herself, but she’s blocking almost everything and the punches getting through aren’t rocking her. Liu rolling to a 5 love leads seems content to bank rounds en route to a decision.
R6: Gellar breaks up the romp with that wide right hand, short, clanging hooks—Liu loose in the knees as she staggers sideways: she’s wobbly butt. Gellar grim to follow up, jabbing at her girl as Liu flops and bends at the waist, but punching sincerely to the waist. Liu shipping leather in her ribs and tummy—Sarah doing consistent work there to keep the hurt on, Working in close, Gellar’s clipping a nice tight uppercut, rotating her torso, all shoulder on the blows as Lucy rolls with them. Liu recovering late, starts to regain form—she’s sliding back, walking Sarah into the check hook, stepping around with menacing intentions as blonde backs off the gas at the bell.
R7,8: Good quality boxing from both women, and Lucy’s in charge. Liu content to slap and slip, sliding around either Gellar shoulder, leaning away from punches with her hands down to keep the blonde’s connect percentage low. Sarah doggedly attacking, swiping away with both mitts to the midsection—she’s landing the harder, more determined shots, but she just can’t make up for Lucy’s consummate ring generalship. Both rounds to Liu close—Gellar patiently working the body but she’s running out of minutes.
R9: Liu leaps in an early left, looking to cash in Sarah with a single flying uppercut, but Sarah blocks with the right, turns over a counter left hook on the chin and has Liu stepping in fence post holes moments in. Gellar disciplined, going right back to the body whenever Liu’s hurt0bitter efts and rights slash back and forth across belly meat as Lucy stoops forward hurt behind her mitts, Liu struggling, baby-stepping forward, gloves at her face—Gellar’s eating her up with lathering body work! Sarah showing a Chris Byrd look as she licks and strokes multiple hooks, then picks Liu up between the gloves a little right uppercut, then bats away with more hooks. Liu staggering forward, eating—Gellar stepping back, curling around the side, keeping up a steady peppering of her opponent and THE REF STEPS IN! Lucy glassy eyed, wobbly, but coherent, sobs in protest and Sarah Michelle Gellar bounds away the TKO9 Winner!
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After: Cover of BLONDE! magazine—Gellar waxing away on Liu with the headline, FALLEN ANGEL: GELLAR CRUSHES LIU IN (! Gellar blubbering with glee—leaps around the ring, then can’t stop herself from pulling Lucy around the perimeter for a shabby walk of sham. Liu definitely scalded in the ninth, groggy as Gellar puts her on display, but this upsets leaves a bitter taste in the Asian dynamo’s mouth. Liu won 7 of 9 rounds, several by shutout, but the reluctance to bear down on Sarah was a mistake. “I’ve waited years for this,” bubbles a giggly Sarah Michelle in triumph, “Lucy really devastated me he first time we met and it was so disappointing to see a flyweight that fast, hitting that hard, I didn’t know if I could ever catch up, but now I’ve done it! I want Mish Williams. I know I can beat any 110 pounder in the world, and it as well be the champ!”
Reposted by Archer 6/28/21.
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23 APRIL 2004 DEBBY DUNNING VS JENNIFER O’DELL
Posted by Simguy on 4/23/2004, 8:17 pm.
Before: O’Dell enters the favourite, but don’t tell Deb Dunning that. “I like what I’ve seen of this kid,” says Debbe, remind me of me when I was starting out, but let me tell you something: I’d beat the ever-loving crap out of the young me any day. O’Dell’s got guts so I expect her to go down hard, but I still expect her to go down.”
Respect enough to go around—“Debbe’s one of my idols<” says Jenny in the prefight. “It’s going to be an honor to going against her, but I don’t see how she’s going to stand up to the punishment. Every fight she’s had recently, girls have gotten to her and hurt her—when a puncher like me does that, this thing’s going to be over."
Debbe in lavender/pink bikini, black shoes, white socks—Jenny in baby blue bikini, white shoes and socks—white gloves for both...
During R1: Jenny jabs to the chest—takes a swinging right hand on the jaw—Debbe steps in and hooks that chin—Jenny on heels slings a wide looping senseless brawling midring as beauties plant, chests out, chins up, teeth bared, pitching crazy rights and leftsin quick succession stun the blonde, sit her down—Jen’s up quick for her 8. ON COMES DEBBE! Grinning brunette strides forward, left shoulder pointed at the blonde, turns to pull that swinging right hand lusty to the breadbasket—Jenny beaten back into ropes, groggy, but belting back. Classic mindless hammer and tongs to the bell—Debbe staying right there, trying to wear out that chin—but O’Dell’s coming on at the end.
R2: O’Dell’s corner screaming at her not to play Debbe’s game—kid has other options. Jenny out with a little lateral movement, stepping right around a jab to Debbe’s chest. Dunning turning, reaches with a right from a bad angle—O’Dell with a nice slip underneath, straightening with a clanging hook to the chops and DUNNING SCOOTS TO HER BACKSIDE! Debbe sitting up with a woozy pout—satisfaction in Jenny’s eyes as she shows a little sock herself, D takes 8, on comes Jenny and it’s payback blonde on brunette—Jenny looking to consolidate as Debbe’s legs look stiff, O’Dell methodical—nice loose hook in above the right hip, bending Debbe’s frame. Lathering hook on the ear and a clouting right on the chin beat past the guard. Muscular shoulder-palming from the blonde—she’s keeping Debbe locked down, pinned up against the ropes. And HEAPING mittfuls of jug—great plugging lefts and rights walloping that world class rack—Dunning shabby with hurt, reaches in time and again to clinch, prompting referee’s breaks. O’Dell smoldering at the bell—3 good minutes of work—Debbe put wobbly butt, wandering ragged to her corner.
R3: Jenny goes right at Debbe, convinced the older woman’s seriously hurt—spirited two way trade results. Girls take turns—Jenny will crouch down, look to block Dunning’s clobbering sweeps, then answer back nifty-quick hooks or chopping right hands blunt on the chin. Deb’s hands lowering—she’s got the right at her chest, left at her hip—licking punches by turning her torso side to side—she generates hellish tongue, but leaves gaping openings as both beauties get stung. O’Dell a little busier, little shorter with her punches, and she’s fitting a nice straight right hand snug between Debbe’s breasts to pre-empt the brunette slugger through 3.
R4: Jenny abandoning the lateral movement, now engaging Debbe in a war of attrition—good strategy for a younger woman, but this is Debbe’s fight. Girls crouching and licking trying to catch each other after punching—hair-raising stuff as vicious blows clap off flanks or guards, just graze chins early. Midway through, girls trade rights, girls trade lefts and Debbe catches every square INCH of Jenny’s chin! Blonde staggered back on her heels, eyes vacant—gloves up weak as Debbe unleashes. Dunning with a furious limber-limbed assault—stroking wide lefts on the jaw, drifting rights on the chin—Jenny staring, gloves at her chest as she is belted from one foot to the other, on the verge of collapse, O’Dell manages to prop her butt in the ropes late—Dunning senses she’s not ready to go, changes tack. Double D palming the blonde’s biceps back, exposing trembling tanned torso—great chugging lefts and rights—thick and pumping to breadbasket and breasts—poor Jenny just slumps in the ropes and takes it as older woman leeches strength from younger. Bell sounds, veteran Dunning lands a clouting late right on the mouth just because.
R5: Jenny staggering forward, looking to engage--corner screaming at her to box, but it’s falling on deaf ears. Jenny able to catch Debbe with right hands on the chin, but Dunning storming through it—SHE’S taking the fight to O’Dell now. Girls trading glorious clouting strokes on the chin—crowd groaning on impact—but it’s Jenny rattling backwards, unable to get weight into her punches as Dunning comes forward. Second minute--Jenny windblown at the ropes—cupping her face in her hands, bending forward—Debbe strapping home hateful rights and lefts to the flanks, up underneath—beating down golden brown hips and midsection. Jenny faltering to her right, finally hits the corner and Debbe opens up full throttle. It’s just one beauty standing another up and tearing away—Jenny strong legs holding her up ramshackle—Debbe on wide-spread legs, twisting on her hips to pour in slobberknocker left sand rights. O’Dell clubbed and buffeted from one foot to the other—finally a left hook, tugs on her chin, turns her to her left and DROPS HER TO ALL FOURS! Jenny in shock, Debbe pushing with the effort of heaping her hardest blows on the blonde and O’DELL BEATS THE CLOCK! Bell sounds--Debbe I frank awe as Jenny staggers wobbly butt to her corner.
R6: Jenny all busted up, but refusing to surrender on her stool—she’s up but swaying to the start the sixth. Debbe hard-eyed—she wants the KO, but realizes fight’s going into the second half—veteran conserves her energy Debbe sliding her left arm in under Jenny’s to wrap up close, using the right to stuff and wedge into O’Dell’s tummy and jugs. Jenny ridden hard into the ropes, weak with punishment, but stubbornly brawling on—when she can get some distance, she’s still swinging for the fences. Fight stumbles and bumbles along the ropes—stop and go as Debbe wants to work on those luscious ribs and trembling belly up close—Jenny hoping for hooks and uppercuts to end this thing.
R7: They punch, they slide into one another’s arms, they take turns walking each other back for breaks—fight slowing down as brutal slugfest takes its toll. Single haymakers are shaking both women to the body--Debbe with low-slung right up into the tummy—Jennifer with a prepping jab to chest and a step in hook to the ribs. Agonizing stuff—shimmering slick bodies embracing, then parting, each looking to find the off switch on the other. Final minute, girls get to hooking and JENNY REELS BACK! O’Dell with eyelashes fluttering, gets the worst of a torrid trade in lefts—Debbe hopping forward with an overhand right that just brushes lips as JOD hits the ropes. Jenny slouching, lifting her mitts to her face, just riding it out AND DEBBE UNLEASHES! Dunning pinning her ears back, gambling on a finishing burst and she’s LIGHTING JENNY UP! Gorgeous, soul-sucking rights and lefts up underneath, getting Jenny’s ribs under her elbows, sitting her hurt in the ropes. Body work loosens blonde up—Debbe standing up in her stirrups, lugging punches up into overhanging shelf of blonde jug, then bodying back Jenny to clout that face. Rich, stroking lefts and rights—Jenny just star-struck, leaning back against the ropes, hands at her chest, head being swiveled to and fro and JENNY MELTS TO THE CANVAS! O’Dell all used up, swooning to her face and chest—it’s an upset KO7 Dunning!
After: Debbe D gracious in victory—consoling a shaken and distraught O’Dell—huge setback for Jenny tonight as Debbe emerges as divisions’ most resolute slugger. “That woman took an UNBELIEVABLE beating tonight,” says Debbe with admiration, “I mean, I was unloading on her, and not just with one or wo shots—but I was hitting her over and over, right on the chin and she wouldn’t go down. Too bad she’s growing up in the Debbe Dunning Era!” O’Dell dropping Debbe early and punishing the brunette, but gave up tactical awareness to do so—Jenny didn’t have to fight this way and it cost her big time. Dunning the hottest property in boxing, turning back sexy young contenders in muscular fashion—underdog with a punch, making it work.
Reposted by Archer 6/28/21.