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15 March 2003 (Title) Eliza Dushku vs Dani Fishel

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(UNIFIED BANTAMWEIGHT TITLE). CH. ELIZA DUSHKU VS. DANI FISHEL

 

 

 

(Originally Posted by Simguy 3/15/2003, 6:36 am).

 

 

Before: Eliza addressing speculation that she’s finally taking a Fishel challenge only after Dani stumbled against Cuthbert. “Did I see something in Dani’s game?” asks Eliza, “do I figure she’s lost a step? Yes and yes, but listen: I’ve seen problems with Dani’s style ever since I first laid eyes on her. I don’t need Dani to be subpar to beat her—I hope she brings her best stuff. That way, people will know her best isn’t good enough.” Eliza in red bikini, Dani in teal push up, grey stretch cotton trunks.

 

 

During R1: Fishel bobbing, crouching, jabbing stubby to the chest, clubbing Eliza between the eyes the overhand right—Dushku beaten to the ropes. Fishel muscling up, fighting off Eliza’s chest—vintage Fishel bludgeoning, short and savage out of the crouch, banging away on Eliza’s hips, ribs, arms and skull. Dushku can’t walk Dani off, can’t punch her way out—she’s stacked up and beaten bell to bell as Fishel sends resounding message. Eliza slightly staggery, dishelved after Dani romps bell to bell.

 

 

R2: Dani getting her way in there,. Jabbing to chest, clubbing overhand right, using brawny, shoulders and forearm shoving to hound Dushku to ropes once again. Eliza butt in strands, leaning forward cheek to cheek with Dani treying to smother and tie up, then clubbing away at Dushku’s pale ribcage, toned belly. Dani just wearing out the Dushku gut, then coming off the body with jagged little uppercuts, taking advantage of champ’s forward lean. Eliza soaking up dreadful punishment, but answering back with tight little counter uppercuts of her own late. After the bell, girls with high compact guards, trading scrapping uppercuts in close as the ref pries’em apart.

 

 

R3: Dani beating Eliza to punches, outjabbing the champ, landing that right hand midring-Dushku giving ground, has to set up at the ropes against her will. Fishel just bringing so much heat—Dushku getting clobbered about her head and shoulders, forced to dig in and fight for her life. Eliza staying compact, hands at her face—she’ll dip down, come up with short, alternating uppercuts, fitting her punches in between Dani’s strokes. Fishel grinning whenever’s she’s tagged, refusing to back down—she’s staying on top of eliza, pushing her, reaching in on her, pounding away with relentless determination. Fishel still scouring her opponent after the bell—an angry Eliza Dushku complains to the ref about the late hits.

 

 

R4: Dani gets her head on Eliza’schest, has Eliza back to the ropes—it’s been all Fishel all night long thus far. Dani keeping her weight forward, grinding her forehead, pushing on Dushku’s arms, then reefing hooks, short-right uppercuts, bringing harm to the champ with every punch. Dushku laying in with Dani, keeping her head close, trying to tie up those thick arms, robust shoulders with mixed results. Down the stretch—Dushku all covered up, rolling punches as she cups her hands around Dani’s ears, for the first time in the fight—Dushku clips her another uppercut, then guts her on the trunkline a savage hook. Dani moaning, reaching around her girl’s wasit to clinch. Dushku sags into the ropes as Dani hangs on at the bell.

 

 

R5: Eliza first to midring, gets her jab to work on Dani’s nose and mouth—Fishel stacked up, unable to get moving forward the way she has been. Dushku hooking hard off the jab, pivoting to her left—Dani crossing her arms, but looking shabby as hard punches start to carom off her temple and jaw. Fishel still pulling the trigger on hard punches herself, bouncing serious leather off Eliza’s midriff, but Dushku’s got range, carving Dani up with the jab and cashing in with hellish hooks to the head. Fishel staggered repeatedly, busting up on the right side of her face, at the bell, Eliza nodding fiercely—she’s turned this thing around at last.

 

 

R6: Dani grimly determined, weaving forward in her crouch, hands crossed against her body—Eliza giving ground in good order, scraping away the extended jab, walking Dani into jarring straight right hands, then turning at the ropes. Fishel chewed up by pinpoint, straight punching—Dushku keeps her distance, hands out methodical punishment.

 

 

R7: Dani landing that compact right hand over Dushku’s jab—brunette timing disrupted, Fishel’s able to get to the chest and walk her girl to the ropes. Darwinistic battle along the perimeter—Dani boring in, hammering her girl’s flanks, trying to club away up top. Eliza selective, hands around Dani’s ears, rolling with Fishel’s cudgeling working and countering with selective little uppercuts. Dushku doing very well in close quarters, not as busy as Dani, but more effective, sending Fishel to her corner with a bloody nose.

 

 

R8: Eliza finally puts her stamp on the match. Jabs punish Dani midring, stop her in her tracks, have her blinking. Dushku stabbing lead lefts body and head, hooking hard and tight to the skull, pivoting left, eyes harsh as she zeris in on her prey. Fishel breraking down, not seeing the incoming—Dushku able to keep her distance, score in devastating bursts, then turn away from trouble, leaving Dani trembling, Bell to bell Eliza—Dani’s right eye closing, face discouraged as Eliza’s class begins to tell.

 

 

R9: Never say die Dani brings it to Eliza, but Dushku’s got all the answers now. Eliza fasding to the ropes, hands up around Dani’s ears, blockinmg and rolling with anything upstairs, then mercilessly lifting fists into counteruppercuts to Dani’s swollen face. Crowd starting to moan in sympathy as Dushku’s fists lify Dani’s head up—liza able to spin out of trouble and bring this thing back to center ring. All Dushku to the bell—jabbong Dani freely, hooking her heartlessly, circling to the left.

 

 

R10: Eliza closes the show. She’ll look to her right, smoke Dani the circus-hook, drop her hands and lean out of reach as a lethargic Fishel swings away. Eliza feinting, getting wince out of Dani, then pop-pop the left/right on that busted up right eye. Eliza stepping to the left, hands low, slowly bolo-ing her right hand, then stepping in with thump/crack-right to the pit of the belly, sudden left hook on the jaw to send Dani reeling. Fishel being shown up and she doesn’t it, but Eliza’s getting clean looks at her opponent’s chin and little Dani’s staggering sea-sick around the ring. At the bell—Eliza lifts her mitts while standing in front of Dani, nodding with ahard smile. Fishel all busted up, turns boozily away. UD10 Eliza Dushku.

 

 

After: For 3 rounds it looked like Dani had Eliza’s number again, hurting the champ. Roughing her up, beating her body, but Dushku finally solves the puzzle. “That was part of our gameplan,” says Eliza of her cunning way she let Dani beat her senseless against the ropes, “I went to the ropes, controlled her, let her spend her energy, and it worked perfectly. I never thought I’d knock her out—all I wanted to do was systematically break her down and use her up. I did that—I think I probably just gave Dani Fishel the worst beating of her career

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