5 FEBRUARY  2002  STACY SANCHES VS DEBBE DUNNING

Originally posted by Simguy on 2/5/02, 5:45 am

Before: Made for TV bout carried by NBC as a direct result of Sanches punking out on Fear Factor. Stacy’s phone ringing off the hook from prospective challengers in the wake of her quitting on national TV—Sanches selects known “Playmate Assassin” Dunning as a way to answer the critics: “Beating Dunning gets everyone off my back,” says Stacy, “Playmate boxing is no joke. I’m no joke.” Dunning chomping at the bit, delighted to get the chance—her contempt for Playmates is legendary. “They are SO overrated! There’s this big publicity machine around how tough mansion brawls are and it’s all crap. These girls are some of the dumbest, most pampered, worst trained fighters out there and I love any opportunity to expose them. To my mind, Stacy’s the most overblown of the lot and she’s going to suffer. Write this down: Stacy Sanches will not finish this bout.” Lavender bra style bikini, black shoes for Stacy, neon pink bikini, black shoes Debbe—fought outdoors at Playboy’s L.A. Mansion.

During R1: Lashing, long armed stroking midring as the girls stand flat footed at the range, trying to catch each other on the chin with looping side to side swings. Sanches wide eyed, looking agitated, but she holds her own, clocking Debbe repeatedly upside the head with wide right hands, Dunning twisting violently at the waist, pulling her left hand into Stacey’s jaw, pulling her right hand into Sanches’ ribcage. Girls work up a hard punching sweat and get chest to chest after the bell.

R2: Stacy judging distance nicely—crude stroking brawl continues, but Sanches narrowly beating Dunning to a series of licking lefts and rights—end of the first minute Debbe’s wobbly butt, pulling in her arms, she stops punching. Sanches standing right in front of Debbe, pulling slinging haymakers into Debbe’s ribs and ears—alternating lefts and rights deliberately cudgel Dunning ropeside. Debbe swooning, stooping forward, gloves at her lips—eye staring, forlorn as she soaks up a long armed beating at the ropes. Final minute, Sanches gets to Dunning with a punishing series of licking lefts to the breasts, breaking down  Debbe’s guard and leaving her helpless, sitting on the strands. Stacy hammering her way past the bell as Debbe slumps pitifully near a neutral corner, soaking up the beating. Sanches beaming as she struts her to her corner—Dunning helped to her stool, trainer rubs down her legs during feverish break.

R3: Delicious Debbe D shakes it off, comes back at her Playmate with a vengeance in this round. Dunning leading off with a clocking right hand on the teeth, has Sanches startled, on her heeks, and brunette never looks back. Big, booming rights and lefts to the Playmate’s slender waist—Dunning ripping it up downstairs, twisting side to side, lashing her arms without thought of defending herself. Sanches groaning, elbows in—her face shows the torment as Dunning practically hacks the Playmate in half this round. Brutal bombardment beats Stacy in a random path around the ring—Dunning pointedly ignoring the chin to work her girl’s ribcage—vicious spanking blows. Debbe snapping punches off the meat, bringing her fists back to her chest on follow through. Once again girls chest up at the bell—Dunning blowing back Stacy’s hair with a torrent of verbal abuse—Sanches staring back drowsily—Playmate’s feeling it through 3.

R4: Toe to toe—each girl trying to break the other’s will to go on, and its Dunning emerging as the stronger woman. Sanches trading mindlessly—girls wide, looping, getting off in turns to pull swinging lefts and rights into one another’s trembling midriffs. Dunning getting hit plenty, but she’s gritting her teeth and fighting through it, backing the Playmate up and BLUDGEONING the blonde’s stupendous body. After the second minute, Sanches stops punching, screaming through clenched teeth as Dunning’s fists bite into her body. Down the stretch, Sanches stumbling away, often turning her back on Dunning—Debbe walking her down, hands loose and low, she’s hoisting in the leather, beating her girl across the waist around her hips, about the back as Sanches unravels.

R5: Stacy fighting hard, trying to match Dunning stroke for stroke, but it’s the wrong gameplan. Debbe simply bashing her girl senseless in toe to toe slugging—as Sanches stops punching, she becomes a victim, covering up helplessly, staggering away from Debbe—Dunning able to walk her girl down with impunity and heave in stroking punches. Cruel attention paid to the body—realization dawning in Sanches’ eyes that Dunning’s looking to make her quit—very few punches aimed at the head as Debbe hounds her Playmate along the ropes. Down the stretch, Sanches draping herself up high on Dunning in an attempted clinch—Debbe D gets her elbows up, creates space and pancakes away at the Playmate’s breasts with awful clubbing blows inside. Sanches blubbering at the bell—it’s all coming apart at the seams for her.

R6: Sanches cowering, tightly covered up, turning away from Debbe—Dunning with her chin over Stacy’s shoulder, using her body to shunt Sanches into the ropes, bringing her fists up loose from underneath in a brutal, hamhanded assault to the belly and ribs, occasionally scorching jug as Stacy’s defense breaks down. Debbe with her hands low, arms loose to the sides simply corrals Sanches lightly, positioning the Playmate with a little shoulder or chest bump, lugging in punches with splattering force to the ribs—Stacy shouting out groans of pain as she lolls up against the ropes, turns away from Debbe or desperately clinches to slow the abuse. Dunning won’t be denied—shouting at Sanches to “Give it to me!” as she dishes out licks. Final moments, it’s all too much—a sobbing Stacy Sanches crumbles to her knees, hugging herself, quivering in pain as Debbe lords it over her.  KO6 Debbe Dunning.

After: Dunning delirious in victory, takes a mewling Stacy Sanches for a breezy walk of shame—invite only crowd loving it, but Playmates at ringside ashen faced at what Dunning was able to do to their best. “They’re punks,” says a gleeful Debbe D, who shook off several early haymakers o prove her point. “Even the ones like Stacy who can fight just a little bit have NO heart, NO guts! I deliberately went after her body to make it her decision about when to quit—seriously, I could have stopped her at any time, but I wanted her to give it up to me. ‘Playmate boxing’? Gimme a break!”