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05 April 2003 Halle Berry vs Brittany Daniel (II)

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 9 months ago

 

 

 

Originally posted by Simguy on 4/5/2003, 9:38 am.

 

Before: Security guards present at every pre-fight function—Berry seething, anxious to get at Brittany—Daniel taunting and preening from a safe distance, clearly loving the agitation.

 

“I haven’t thought about anything else since we last fought,” admits Berry in interviews. “Losing to a non-entity like Brittany is always hard, but what she did…it ends tonight for Daniel.”

 

Brittany confident of victory and more: “I hope she fights as big as she talks. Sounds like she’s really going to go for it and that’s great for me—we already know what happens when she and I trade punches. The only thing sweeter than knocking Halle out and spanking the bejesus out of her is doing it all over again!”

 

Brittany in black bra style bikini top, leopard print bottoms, Halle in tangerine 007 bikini. Halle livid during ring instruction—Brittany smirking.

 

R1:,2,3: Berry controls her anger like a pro, boxes patiently, effectively these rounds. Halle intense, peppering Brittany with saucy jabs, getting around her flanks with nimble sidesteps, Berry luring Brit to ropes, batting down on the blonde’s head and shoulder with open palms, then spinning out into open canvas. Spiking lead right hands, cute double left hooks on the way—it’s vintage Halle B. Brittany unable to really get on top and work—she’s hooking her girl to the ribs, pitching a short right hand to the chest, but blonde clearly not comfortable in the early going.

 

R4: Brittany on board, cutting off the ring for the first time, bringing blonde donnybrook and banging Halle ropeside. Berry willing to slug it out—she’s flat footed, laying on the ropes, getting shoulder to shoulder with Brit and working on the inside, Both girls picking each other up tuff in the jugs—Berry obviously determined to give back as good as she gets in these bitter close-quarter exchanges. Doesn’t work—Daniel pounding away for points and getting after those melons at the bell as Halle’s defence finally breaks down.

 

R5: Halle using her ring, getting leggy on Brittany—it’s Halle dancing and gliding, bat-bat-batting sudden arm-punching combos, the hot- footing it around Daniel’s flanks. Brittany coming forward, dukes at her chest, wanting to trade, but she’s not getting off the way she wants, can’t really pull the trigger. Crowd growing restless at Berry’s tactics—she’s winning the fight, but not doing a lot of damage to Brittany in the process.

 

R6: Brittany jabbing with Halle, pitching hard right hands between the breasts—blonde closing distance on brunette and muscling her to the ropes. Cagey action as the girls work on each other out of tight crouches, each trying to catch the other in between her shits, trying to time the openings. Lots of shoulder bumping, head nudging—girls raching around one another’s waists and twisting the opponent into the ropes. Brittany banging it out of Halle’s midriff and melons this round, slowly getting into her rhythm through 6.

 

R7: Halle bounces it back outside, stepping right, stepping left, hooking Brittany’s ear and pivoting clockwise around the receipt. Classy stuff—lots of shoulder-shimmy feints, lead right hands on the kisser, snappy double-hooks—Daniel wading through it, trying hard to make the fight but Halle’s not cooperating, Brittany frustrated, taunting Halle to fight this thing hard—brings a smile to Berry’s face as she struts away at the bell,

 

R8: Halle prettying it up on Brittany, hands low, lifting punches from either hand into Daniel’s straining chest, puffy face, then swiveling around the side. Brittany coming forward, and mid way through, gets to Halle with a sudden barrage of stamping straight lefts and rights, Berry bouncing back to the ropes, pointing her left shoulder at Brittany and looking to roll the incoming but Daniel squeaks a hook inside Halle’s protective right mitt, hooks again—sitting Berry into the ropes, banging right hand between the eyes, more raking hooks and HALLE AWKWARD TO ALL FOURS! Berry up quickly, but shaken—Daniel’s hard punching finally making an impact. Brittany charging in past the ref, palming up on Halle’s biceps, pushing the defence out of the way and RAMPAGING to the goodness beneath. Belly and breasts battered, chin clouted as Halle starts to droopp forward—she’s hurt at the bell and Brittany keeps scrubbing away.

 

R9: Berry down off her toes—knockdown closed the gap for Brittany and both girls know it’s close. Slugging—hardhearted, tit-for-tat—they’re working out of compact crouches, hooking each bother viciously to chins and chests. Brutality even spread until the final minute—girls trade hooks to chin, Halle gets another in and BRITTANY STOPS PUNCHING! Daniel staggering back into the ropes, looking to stoop down behind her gloves but Berry lights her up with the right uppercut! Brittany stunned, sagging into the strands—BERRY LETS HER HANDS GO! Daniel staring, shipping leather—fists tearing up her breasts and face, spanking the mouthpiece off her teeth and THE REF STEPS IN! Brittany Daniel busted up, disoriented in the man’s arms—glorious KO9 Halle Berry!

 

After: Berry wastes no time after removing her gloves. She pulls the ref away from Daniel, shoving the blonde, rolling her chest first against the top rope, holding her down with the right forearm harsh against moist upperback and HALLE GOES TO TOWN ON BRITTANY’S RUMP! Berry baring her teeth, swinging great clapping spanks of payback against Brittany’s firm buttocks. Daniel in shock, squeezing out tears—not only did it not occur to her that this might happen, but it’s more awful than she ever imagined. Blonde staring out into the screaming throng—jam-packed arena loving every moment of her torment. Berry not satisfied, even when her arm finally gives out on Daniel’s tush—she turns Brittany around, pins her against the ropes and issues a stern diva’s rebuke to the upstart blonde. Brittany blubbering, just wishes it would end as Berry reads her the riot act—flashing eyes, stabbing finger points, harsh words from Halle.

 

Reposted by Archer 4/20/09.

 

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