Posted by Simguy on 4/16.2004, 7:15 am.

Before: “I want to thank my management team,” says an earnest Debbe D in preflight, “this is the kind of fight I’ve never gotten in my career until now. In the past, I’ve always had to fight girls at their best, taking fights on short notice, I’ve never been able to pick my spots. Now--Krista’s coming off as loss, she’s going to be putting pressure on herself to be more aggressive and that’s going to play right into my hands, I’ll tell you this--if Allen didn’t like Pam Anderson’s punching, I’m gonna be a nightmare for her. Pam’s like a popgun compared to me.” Krista splurging, purchasing the “Dr. No” white bikini worn by Ursula Andress as a little pick-me-up--she’ll certainly need to be more assertive against Debbe than she was against Pam on the beach. Krista in Dr No bikini, Debbe in pink and white check print bikini, bra style straps and twist tie top.

During R1,2: Krista Allen showcase--the legs, the moves, the ring generalship. Allen sorting Debbe out with a rapier jab, tapping it between and on the eyes, constantly banging back Dunning’s head, Allen changing directions, sidestepping Debbe pretty with insolent pushes on the hips and back, surprising Debbe with hesitation lead rights on the mouth. Defensively, Allen’s untouchable, using every inch of ring, bouncing off the ropes, stepping, sliding and dancing--Dunning storming forward, can’t clear her holster as Kris pitches back to back shutouts.

R3: More leggy defense from Allen, but the offence is missing--she’s not putting anything on Dunning--allowing Debbe to have the odd spot. Deb just trying to cut off the ring, using her jab just to locate Kris. Double D missing right hands, but throwing them is setting up that lanky hook off her thigh--she’s finally stroking it with some effect to the waist and flank of her foe.

R4: Allen darting in with the jab, sliding off to the side, working in, out and around her more flat footed foe. End of minute one, Allen stomps in off the stick, picks up Debbe’s chin with a sizzling jagged left uppercut--trademark punch brings shock and delight to the crowd, Punch moves Debbe back--proud brunette shook by the slashing shot--Allen able to get big, bring the fight up the middle with confidence. Kris relaxed, hands at her chest, elbows in, scooting close with her feet so she can get off short and sharp. Blunt lead right hand pounds off Debs face--brunette posing for the rigid comeback left uppercut in combinations. Body and tit work from Allen--dipping side to side snatching at the tan goodness that is Debbe--patiently tearing up the torso with lick-snap snick-snack, Deb hurt, rung up, busted up in the mouth through 4.

R5: UPPERCUT! That slashing step-in jarring left--Allen just getting all of Debbe’s chin--Dunning in turmoil as she staggers away blinking, rubbery-legged, but refusing to go down. Allen hopping forward, sliding the sidearm right whip-like across the waist, back with the biting hook on the right eye--poor Debbe starting to reel and careen as she breaks down, Allen systematic--walking Deb down behind a heartless jab, fitting straight ior sidearm wide right hands to belly and ribs downstairs, mopping up hooks to jaw. Dunning ropeside for the final minute and looking shabby--Allen palms biceps to open up torso and helps herself to that heaving, helpless Dunning rack. Smoldering shutout leaves Dunning glassy-eyed, swaying on the ropes--Kris dropping her hands at the bell, palming Debbe’s hips while leaning in to sniff the hurt--Krista closing her eyes and reveling in the moment.

R6: Shutout Kris--more leggy, slashing boxing, more devastating single power shots--Debbe reeling, stumbling, getting hurt and regrouping. Kris able to do what she wants--she can lead, back Debbe up, then tear at her combination. She can slide back, feint, draw woozy punches from Deb, then counter viciously, walking the ramshackle brunette into that crunching left uppercut and accurate straight rights, Debbe horribly busted up now--eyes swelling, battered mouth open, but look at her come forward! Dunning with the left dangling at her side, right around stomach height--she’s just taking torrid punches, occasionally swinging the hook--looking for one punch to turn this thing around as Allen rings her up proper through 6.

R7: Allen loving it on Debbe, cruising, spearing the jab head and body--no question who’s winning this fight. No quit in Dunning however--getting hammered, but competing--she’s lifting hooks into Krista’s taut midsection, slinging hooks when Kris jabs, occasionally bending in and looping the right off her stomach towards Allen’s head, Midway through, trade in rights goes Debbe’s way as Allen leans back, hands down and DEBBE FINDS THE CHIN! Dunning finally extending on that slinging hook, swiveling Allen’s head as Krista tries to step straight back--Allen sent windblown to the ropes, eyes forlorn! ON COMES DEBBE! Dunning forward, hands low, torso crouched forward--she stuffs crude right to Allen’s chest to stabilize, swings the whippy left hook upside the head--Krista in trouble as she covers up and rolls her torso to absorb shock. Deb swinging and missing but undeterred--she’ll occasionally body up to press Kris against the ropes, then bash at her with overhand rights and walloping hooks until brunette can slip or clinch out of trouble. At the bell it’s all Debbe, winging and slopping on hurt in reckless fashion--Allen too stunned to counter.

R8: Krista snarling, stepping and POUNDING her jab off Deb’s face, pivoting left--but Dunning shakes it off, keeps prowling forward. Dunning takes a blistering right hand on her mouth, comes back with a wild grin--she’s just loving the combat as Allen’s will starts to crack, Den with a shoving right, sets her body for hooks--Allen trying to box around it, but midway through, they trade rights on the chin, both turn into hooks and ALLEN GOES DOWN! Pretty Krista crashing to her back, eyelashes fluttering, body stiff as she tries to roll over but she’s FINISHED! Allen counted out, quivering on her back--Debbe Dunning starches another classy boxer/puncher with a come from behind KO8.

After: Never-say-die Dunning absorbs ruinous, even heinous punishment in the mid-rounds of this right--Allen in complete control, placing her shots and fixing to heap a career-worst beating on Dunning, when Debbe’s implacable pressure finally took effect. “Allen’s a joke,” says a horribly busted up Dunning in post fight. “She thinks shje kicks like a mule, but she just looks like one. I was a little worried she’d run away and hide, but she started landing pretty good and I guess she thought I was ready to go. Baby, that’s just when it starts getting interesting for me!” Allen distraught--slumping in her vintage bikini--she just can’t afford losses to girls like Debbe. Beautiful girl in a deep blue funk.

Reposted by Archer 8/12/12.