Posted by Simguy on 4/2/2004, 6:45 pm.

Before “Maybe because she’s an overrated hack?” Dunning says in response to questions concerning her total domination if Cat Bell, “Nah--kidding Looking, I think bell counts on a big intimidation factor coming in--she’s got a lot of these girls beat at the weigh-in. To me, she’s just another girl, nothing special, I go in there to get her in trouble and she doesn’t really take a good crack, you know what I mean? Yeah, she’s classy, she’s versatile, but that chin of hers is average at best, and end of the day--that’s what a Debbe Dunning fight boils down to, I’m going to get t your chin--if you can’t tae ir, you get whacked, no matter WHAT your name is.” Bell coming off a shattering loss t Charlize Theron, raising some eyebrows by going right back in with a legendary Cat-stopper, “It’s just time to end this Debbe-owns-Cat thing,” Bell shrugs in preflight, “Losing to Theron really doesn’t make me more or less vulnerable. Truth ius, Debbe us a second tier lightweight band I SHOULD be taking a fight with her after a loss--I think it’s a good move.” Guess we’ll find out, Debbe in yellow and black bumblebee striped bikini, black shoes, yellow gloves--Cat in white FHM white bikini white gloves and shoes, long FHM hair.

During R1: Dunning aggressive, left hand carelessly low, right at her cheek--she step forward with looping rights, swings wide lefts out of a southpaw stance to end up orthodox again--reckless, but moving forward, Bell dukes u at her temples, sliding out the jab from a high guard, bringing the hand back quick, giving ground and looking to time Debbe for right hands as Dunning comes in. Bell laying down good stick, catching Debbe’s face at will--Bell getting some firm right crosses over--Dunning walking through it all, taking 2 to land 1, Round to Bell--more accurate and effective: Debbe can’t wipe the smile off her face as she bounces back to her corner.

R2: Debbe back with raucous rights, swinging lefts, stepping forward with brawling haymakers from both sides, Cat trying to stay disciplined, but she’s forced out of her stance early, crowd roaring as Bell starts to swing away and the brawl is ON! Girls pitch simultaneous rights--limber arms colliding, wrapping violently around--Debbe pulls a sweeping left hook in, beating Bell to the punch. Cat staggering back--Deb stepping with, grazing brow with a wild right, beating Cat’s tepid right, then Dunning steps into a GORGEOUS left hook in the chops--BELL REELS TO THE ROPES! Dunning on with a Catherine Bach devil-may-care-grin-swinging lusty from her hips, shellacking the daylights out of a shipwrecked Cat! Bell getting clobbered, stroked on both sides of the jaw, she’s stiff, upright at the ropes. Cat finally hunching forward, covering up, letting punches wrap crazily around either shoulder. Debbe adjusting, tongue between her lips as she works hard to lg leather up underneath, beating tummy and whopper jug with pumping glee. Final minute, Bell slugs back! Cat all shock and trembling, but fighting for respect--catching Debbe with counter-uppercuts off the ropes, then covering up to block. Seconds left--Bell doing a brilliant job of peek-a-boo countering, but Dunning shifts her hips, sweeps a freight train sidearm right hand flat to the middle of Cat’s belly--Bell shrieks in shock, sitting crippled in the ropes! Double D a-glow, slumping Bell forward with the left arm wrap, plugging tortured gut with shoving, thumping right hands to the break! (Slow mo replay catching Cat’s astonished agony as Deb land thick in the stomach--Bell’s usually so stoic giving or taking punishment, rarely crying out in her fights, And the look of unabashed delight on Debbe’s face as she digs out that midsection late).

R3: Bell trying to box, but she’s still not right--Dunning leaning in and catapulting the right hand over Bell’s jab, slamming away to jaw, driving Cat windblown to the ropes. Syren standing bolt upright, jaw clenched with tension as DEBBE HAMMERS AWAY! Dunning pinning her ears back, laying into Cat with big, fat, strapping lefts and rights--gloves clapping loudly against Bell’s ears, ribs, tummy. Deb reining in a but--setting her feet, really laying in with stroke, then pushing up on Cat to prep her for the next succulent wallop. Poor Cat dazed, head swiveling occasionally, legs ready to go--she’s pushing out ill-advised straight punches and getting creamed in return, Once again, Bell sags into the ropes stooped forward, covering up--Dunning alters arm angle and starts stuffing home the body shots--chin out over Cats shoulder while arms pump and dig downstairs. Down the stretch, Dunning with a brazen smile as she hooks Cat’s tits, hooks Cat’s tits--Den with her right hand low, unconcerned--Bell able to book with and get some decent tugs in Debbe’s unguarded chin to avoid the shutout. Debbe chesting up and letting Cat hear it at the break--ref reeds ‘em apart--Bell still swooning with punishment after 3 murderous rounds of Deb Dunning punching.

R4: Cat bell goes into her trick back--letting Dunning come on, then clinching her, walking her to the ropes, bogging her down. Dunning frustrated, struggling against Cat body to body--this isn’t the free-swinging melee Deb craves. Bell smuggling in right hands to the body then crowding the receipts. Bell using her left arm to wrap up Deb’s right, then jamming short rights to belly, or jamming ‘em tight to the chin. Waltzing stop-and-go--Dunning not shutout, but unable to extend and wallop the way she prefers--Bell gets her legs back, carves out some ugly points, stabilizes her opponent.

R5: Cat still not shy about clinching, but it’s catch-and-release now--she’s just using it to control tempo and spoil any telegraphed haymaker from Deb. Bell unpacking the jab, slick and smooth out of her temple-high guard, pounding unopposed against Deb’s face bell stalling Deb’s advance with stick, then leaning in to drive straight rights hard to the sternum--by the midway point, Deb’s taking backward steps. Dunning doesn’t fight well in reverse--Cat’s finally achieved a tactical objective.

R6: Cat’s jab now busting Deb to the face with ferocious impact--Dunning stunned, unable to come forward--Bell following up with humming right hands on the chin and DEBBE’S IN TROUBLE! Sharp one-twos have Dunning wobbly butt--stooped forward--Cat with a jab to forehead, straight right hand sloping to the sternum and jerking left uppercut SITS DEBBE DOWN! Steamy look of supreme satisfaction from Cat as Debbe gets awkwardly to her feet, Bell with 2 minutes on the shot clock--goes to work in methodical fashion, Great batting licks to the flanks, bashing away in behind Dunning’s arms, drawing the brunette’s torso away in behind Dunning’s arms, drawing the brunette’s torso forward in a hurting droop--Cat curls those uppercuts in to tidy up the hanging ledge of Debbe’s breasts. Deb vacant, sopping up the punishment, doesn’t lift her hands much above the stomach or chest level, often staring into ruinous lefts and rights--that’s why the crowd loves her. Deb soaks up the kind of beating that normally panics a ref--Dunning getting the benefit of the doubt as official lets her soak up the one-sided pounding to the bell.

R7: Syren telling Cat to stay on Den, but “be smart”. Dunning’s at her most dangerous when she’s hurt and girls open up to finish her.” Debbe all lumped up and shiny, right hand at chest height, left around the hip--Bell starts her out with a solid minute of pulverizing jabs--pounding away on drowsy face without a shred of remorse or restraint. Middle minute--Bell starts dropping the right cross, landing it wet and flush on the face, hangs around on her front foot to get that vicious left uppercut--Debbe’s knees start to unravel. Crowd groaning as Cat gets heartbreakingly clean looks at Debbe’s chin--shearing right crosses, clanging hooks, clipping left uppies--Deb reeling, staggering, but refusing to go down or cover up, Cat shifts emphasis to the body--driving in that slanting right to the sternum, carving hooks and right hands along the ribs just under the line of Debbe’s breasts, Deb sputtering, not answering back--Cat working up quite a sweat just sustaining the lathering on Dunning.

R8: Syren loves the body work, “Keep it up--you’re draining her tank--she can barely lift her mitts!” Cat back out with the jab--seeking Deb’s swollen eyes, smashing back that pretty face, then spotting the punch between those generous jugs. Debbe actually rallying--taking jabs and hard right hands, but occasionally turning to sling the hook off the top of Cat’s skull. Bell defensively sound--bringing her hands back, blocking most of Dunning’s work with a high, tight guard.

R9.10: Veteran Bell’s sized it up--Dunning won’t go tonight--Cat eases back on the throttle, settles down to whittle away on what’s left. Classic Cat Bell--controlling Debbe with the jab, backing Dunning up, giving it to her HARD in the body with straight driving rights and wicked left hooks, then stepping to the side. Dunning all heart--trying to regroup and mount some kind of offense--but she’s being busted up by that jab, controlled and dominated by it--then viciously stroked about her ribs and midsection as Bell saps every last drop of Debbe’s power. Cat bludgeoning Deb into corners, then going to work Hopkins-style--left hand pushing against Deb’s right shoulder, right hand plowing beefy to the body, drawing boozy groans from the battered vixen. Dunning a warrior, struggling on to the finish line, but she’s not competitive--Cat Bell dishes out 6 minutes of painstaking, shutout boxing, beating Debbe unrecognizable and earning some boos from Dunning’s legion of devoted fans. Comes back UD10 Cat Bell.

After: Cat hugging Debbe--girls chatting for a few moments in the aftermath, but Dunning’s ALL busted up thanks to Cats attrition strategy. “She got to me AGAIN!” a sheepish Car Bell admits in post fight. “Fortunately I was able to ride out her punches and reel her in. Once I got past the third, I could tell she was starting to lose a little stream, and we really wanted to work her body to make sure she couldn’t hurt me late. I started getting to her, slowing her up, so then I brought my jab back in, and that was it--Debbe really wasn’t a threat after the fifth round., The knockout? Why didn’t I go for the knockout? No, I did, I did go for it, but Debbe just wasn’t having it. HITTING Debbe’s no problem, but stopping her is a whole other matter. I regret having to bust her up the way I did, but I had no choice--you lay off that girl for one second and they’ll be scraping you up Cameron Diaz style.

Reposted by Archer 8/12/12.