UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE

PART I

Originally posted by Simguy on 8/11/2007, 8:52 am.

Before: Has Britney figured Dani out? “I’d say so—definitely,” a confident Spears asserts. “Dani’s chin is on sale for me—I feel I can hurt her any time I need to—and I HAVE been . Dani is what she is: she’s always there for my uppercut, she’s always gonna come forward into my strength. She thinks she’s a monster in the ring, but the fact is, she’s really little—I think I’m much stronger than she is, and the fights bearing that out. Not saying this won’t be a great fight, but I think fans who are hoping for a last-woman standing war are going to be disappointed. I won’t let it get that far.”

Fishel flinching from Britney’s strong words—popstar rediscovering her swagger after retaking the championship, overwhelming her JMD comp, and giving Charlize Theron hard rounds. “I kind of liked her better when she was moping,” Fishel grins, “Tuff-taking Britney never really sounds right to me—I just can’t buy it, you know? If she’s so much stronger than me, then why does she sit in the ropes and soak it up all night long when we fight? The fact is, Britney doesn’t come forward on me because she CAN’T—not because it’s some kind of brilliant strategy. She’s cute and crafty—I’ll give her that, she’s earned that from me—but I won’t be denied by her in this fight.”

Dani in Nutrasweet gunmetal-blue bikini, long hair loose down her back; white gloves. Britney in hot pink bra, paler pink bottoms, white gloves

During R1: Dani batting mitts together, steams out of port, bobbin; and weavin’ with a big grin—hands alternating between crossed-arm and earmuff in time with torso-movement. Spears, hands up, palms out, pawing at air to loosen up—rotating easy to her left, spritizing a little backhand jab just to say hello. RIGHT BHAND DANI FISHEL! Dan tining it to perfection, pouring in a ballistic cross over a lazy Spears poke—BRITNEY”S ON HER BACK! Fishel bellowing—hips gulping at air as she pretends to unload a pair of six-shooters into Britney’s prone form—then Dani’s jogging to neutral corner—jumping into ropes, pumping her fist in exultation. Spears SHATTERED—rolling gingerly over her left hip—fighting off the KO—she reels into ropes, eyelashes blinking, lips pouting open—ref taking a good hard look before letting this go on. Brit covers up face-in-gloves, tilting forward: Dani all smiles as she wades in pitchin’. THICK right hand roundhouse takes Britney in her paunch—matched by the left hook as Dani pops hips-right and pulls it home. Big, buxom push—Fishel lavish with hurtin’ Britney here, taking he time to stack Soears up, then swinging the hook back into paunch. Bruising shove and slug—Dani slamming away to waistline, but also shrugging in short blows to jugg, bashing away at tanned bicep. Give Britney credit—she’s swaying on the spot, unable to leg out of there—but she’s answering back down the stretch. Spears clipping little right uppies as she’s twisting to her left and falling back into ropes; getting little swat-left hooks as she twists to her right to cover face-in-gloves. Big 10-8 Dani8—she jogs back to her corner flushed with excitement: Britney achy/cranky, slouches to her stool.

R2: Dani very kinetic—bobbing and weaving, crossing/uncrossing her arms as she edges forward. Spears right under her chin, left across her bod as she pivots left, keeping chin tucked behind that left shoulder. RIGHT HAND, DAN FISHEL! Fishel catching Britney as Spears is going for a right uppercut out of her closed stance—big head swivel and BRITNEY”S DOWN! Spears dropped to her hands and knees—head bowed as she shakes it side to side: Fishel crowing—both hands held high as jumps up and down on the spot, jugs a-jostle. Dani finally coaxed to neutral corner as Britney gets sluggishly to her feet—Spears taking another devastating 8 count as Fishel’s unexpected rights are proving ruinous. Resume, Dani wading back in: Spears rallying, sagging into ropes and fighting

Her heart out to deny Fishel’s finishing run. Crowd roaring—this is what they came for: Fishel fighting off Britney’s chest, pushing and bulling her way in to club away at torso. Britney dipping side to side—right under her chin, left stacked just beneath it—she’s turning either shoulder into Dani, bumping her off, looking to land sneaky cuffs and swats. Glorious stuff—both women absorb a good thumping. Bell: Dani hops away, jogs back to her corner—Syren sits her down, touches her nose with a rebuking index finger: “Stay focused.” Spears wincing on her stool, face already beginning to swell.

R3: Britney sets up at ropes, invites Dani9n: Fishel obliges,

Sweaty heads in close: Dani mopping her face across Britney’s upperchest as Fishel squirms for position inside.

Brawny arms reaching in under each other—pushing opponent inner-elbows—writhing for supremacy.

Spears looking to smother—pulling Dani’s hea down with either hand, clipping her cheap before ref can bark. Spears pulling Dani up onto chest, tieing her up for ref’s breaks. Spears sliding Dani into headlocks. Dani looking to break clinches—struggling hard to free herself up.

Fishel carries the round in Britney’s tummy—going repeatedly to belly mound with both hands pumping, then working up-torso to fetch those jugs some clout. Dani also mindful of Britney’s biceps—slamming away on’em with flat-knuckle wallop, then pushing in with the head to make Brit take weight.

Dani’s round.

R4: Oh, they bang away. Brit back at the ropers—eyes narrowed, lips parted as she pushes and pulls at Dani, managing her weight. Fishel beating at her foe’s hips and midsection until she’s tied up, then wiggling furiously, heedless of her head or shoulders as she bumps Britney rough. Spears tieing up head-and-arm on Dani, pulling her close for breaks—then catching her sneaky lead rights off the ropes, leaning back into strands to swipe the little left across. Constant attrition—either pushing or clinching—goirls bathed in their own and each other’s sweat. Down the stretch—Dani leaning in, working hard: Spears swats a tight little right to the ear; licks a VICIOUS left uppercut—punching the mouthpiece off Dani’s teeth; finishes with a swiping, tight little hooks inside. Fishel staring in stupor, backs away hurt, astonished—Spears strands up off the ropes, missing a lead right hand, but catching Dani a swinging hook off the forehead. Fishel stomping back on her heels, then looking to trade—but she’s terribly hurt—just waving leather. Britney’s eyes wide as she tries to lure Dani onto a good night uppercut, but just can’t find the sweet spot at the bell.

R5: Ropes. Dani on top, Danger for Fishel as she tends to stoop when she’s pushing inside: while she’s looking for room to hook big, she’s vulnerable to Britney’s quick, clever uppercuts. Danger for Spears is Dani’s relentless pressure and work rate—Britney falling behind in connects and attempts, absorbing terrible punishment to her chassis and limbs. Dani doing a good job of numbing Spears to the body, THEN looking for the head—scoring good, clubbing lefts or rights in close. Britney clipping, swiping and cuffing brilliantly—picking Dani’s face up and putting leather on jug. Bell: Dani’s till in there working—Britney grimacing as she answers—ref has to physically pull seething beauties apart.

R6: more of it. Britney doing well when she can tip a little to either side, get a shoulder into Dani, then pick her up with an uppercut from either hand. Spears holding hands in a loose stack—right atop left at her belly—punching supple off either foot as she lays against the ropes. Dani squirming in, fighting off Britney’s chest—always attempting to square Brit up first, then bludgeon her. Fishel distributing punishment very well—smashing at hips and arms; working paunch, digging in thick behind either elbow; jamming away in tight to jug—often following through with brawny shoulder to bra as well; clobbering away temples and ears. Spears’ punching a nice contrast—all licks and clips and supple swats. Dani warned for excessive tousle-rubbing. Spears warned for excessive holding, and holding-and-hitting. Bell: Ref’s just going to have to accept that these girls will continue to work until physically separated. Dani panting, excited, telling Syren “She’s quitting,” earning a sharp rebuke from the veteran trainer. Patch of canvas where they’ve been fighting and stamping for position all night is wet and stained with moisture: rest of the ring virtually untouched.

R7: More of it. Britney’s butt in ropes, torso relaxed, hands stacked loose at her belly as she dips from side to side, bends forward or leans back into ropes. Spears mouth open, face strained: constant pounding of Dani’s fists has Spears in a state of throbbing numbness. Britney dippin’ n’ lickin’—fitting an evil left hook in under Dani’s right elbow at one point—taking Fishel’s breath away, forcing her to whiff on the right-hand receipt. Spears turning into tight swats, clouting Dani, then curling into a defensive posture on either side, laying into the ropes for support. Dani? Sustaining a torrid non-stop pummeling of her foe. Occasionally hurt or rocked by Britney’s clever shot-placement—Dani fights through it, hammering that golden brown torso in hardhearted reprisal, Fishel’s conditioning becoming a weapon—she’s never been fitter for a fight and it shows. As Britney’s tailing off, starting to clinch and look for breaks—Dani’s struggling to get hands free and keep slammin’. Bell: Dani snuggled in close, pumping her fists to tummy—mindlessly kneading that paunch until ref pulls her off. Britney sagging in ropes, looking haggard: she just can’t get Dani off her.

R8: Britney off the ropes, targeting Dani’s heavy breasts with thick, swiping shellack, or muscular shoving action as Dani crowd in. Fishel won’t have it—she pushes in mouth on shoulder—legs stamping for position—SHE hoists and jams away tidy to rack in angry tit-for-tat. Short, clouting wallop from both girls—no backswing: it’s all writhing, upperbody wrestling and rubbing, punctuated by sudden shrugging thrusts and scrubs in close. Girls very liberal with the forearms—as much a product of all the squirming as it is intentional. Late in the round, Dani comes off jugg with a vengeance, dropping her right foot back to widen stance and POUR hooks across Britney’s tummy. Spears sobbing aloud, knees giving way: she was fighting Dani to a standstill in the supple jugmugging—but Fishel’s stealing the round with late zest. Fishel grinning—palm shoving weeping Britney in her shoulders, then strapping in that hook thick. Dani’s torso twisted right as she drags that left arm into Spears’ firmness: Fishel shouting “HAH!” as she rips it: poor Britney groaning, sitting on ropes and absorbing at bell.

R9: Effervescent Dani pours in: Britney sullen, puffy and disheveled sits in ropes just a few feet from her corner. Dani reaching in to push at Britney’s arms—Dani’s head forward: Britney squirming, getting licking uppercuts from either hand, really lighting Dani up in the first minute. Fishel stubborn—eating withering shellack here, but refusing to step back, convinced she’s suffocating the last of Britney here. Spears scoring, then reaching for Dani’s head, pulling her forward, then slapping a beefy forearm Theron-style across Dani’s broad, tanned back. Ref warns Brit—Spears shrugging as though helpless: “tell her to stop crowding,” Britney says while tieing Dani up and holding her close. Fishel pushing back in after ref’s breaks, but getting intercepted now: Spears cute with lead right hand, taking Dani on the face—then twisting to pull the hook across and sinking into ropes as Fishel stumbles forward. Brit quick to tie up—Fishel not getting off as she’s getting scuffed up, then bogged down. Late the round, Dani grimly pushing her way in, head down: Britney licks a short right swipe to jug, then gets ALL of Dani’s chin via a similar licking left uppercut. Short, clouting blast—Brit’s elbow in tight as she just clips Dani’s chin; Spears turns it over and gets the follow-up left hook and DANI’S HURT! Fishel’s feet stamping: Britney squirming to snip off the ropes, pushing down on Dani’s head while sidestepping her and FISHEL GOES DOWN! Dani blubbering “Push! She pushed me!” from her knees as Britney’s scampering away—REF STARTS TO COUNT! Fishel reaches right arm to ropes to climb’em, but hand slips—arm goes right through—Dani looking frazzled, dazed trying to get off her knees at apron. Fishel beats the count at 10 as Britney’s glaring from neutral corner. Bell rings—Dani staggering wobbly butt to corner for emergency repairs as champ nearly halts her challenger in the 9^th.

R10: HAMMER AND TONGS! Britney exhausted, but buoyed by the damage done to Dani—Spears pushes into Dani mouth on shoulder to give battle id-ring. Fishel pushing in as well—stocky legs stamping—she won’t give one inch of canvas to Britney. Hot swapping at close quarters—both women masters at getting off in the clinch: tummies and flanks shout out with spank; heads kick back from sudden jolting uppercuts from underneath. Slowly but surely Dani steps Britney back to the topes and that seat-stained patch of canvas> Dani’s back on Britney’s chest—pushing Spears, bodying her, mauling her—Spears holding, squirming, clouting back in spots. Dani pouring it in on, beating Britney’s biceps savagely enough to bring tears t Spears’ eyes and finally force her to stop punching all together. At the bell—Dani’s leaning forward, left cheek pressed sweat-tacky against Brit’s upperchest—fists mindlessly gigging at tender gut beneath as Brit embraces li’l juggernaut about the shoulder/upper back, Ref pulls Dani off with effort—Fishel very reluctant to leave her foe. Comes back UD10 for winner and NEW bantam champ—Danielle Fishel!

After: Fishel bursting into emotional tears at the announcement, but her moment is cut short when Spears pushes her way in with stern accusations. Tawdry hand-pushing and shouting as the girls can’t leave it alone—officials quick to move in after Sarah Carter/Kristin Kreuk debacle. “I used her up and Britney can’t take it,” Dani says gleefully, face puffy, but eyes dancing. “She did all her stuff and it wasn’t good enough tonight—I just wasn’t giving it! I stayed on her tummy and worked fro there—she was hurt to the body every round and that really weakened her. I totally took all the guff about her being stronger and shoved it down her throat tonight—she couldn’t do a THING with me on top!” Spears still angry and disappointed—always hard to lose to Dani and Britney’s not taking it well. “I’ve never been head butted like that in my life—never,” Spears alleges. “She hit me with as many elbows and headbutts as clean punches and the ref just stood there and admired her handiwork. She’s a little cheater and I told her so after the fight—TE tramps are the dirtiest fighter in the league—all of them scrap that way. Take it to the junkyard and leave the FCBA to the legitimate fighters.

Reposted by Archer 6/25/09.