THE TANK VS THE WOLFPACK #3

PHOTOS COURTESY OF BI PHOTOLAB

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 6/19.2004, 7:34 am/

Before: Crowd polarized by this fight—Mish carrying most of her fan base with her to HISC—lots of opposing banners and placards at press conferences giving fight a play-off atmosphere. Dani a wreck on the dais, left eye swollen, face still tender, lines of tenser bandages visible through her thin tank top—does she still think this 2 HISC girls/3 weeks deal was a good one?” “It was the only way I to get to Mish,” Dani says with a shrug and a wince. “HISC would never put Williams in with me straight up and I don’t blame them. I had to pay a toll to get to her, but now that I have, I’ll be ready.” Mish fiery eyed—doesn’t even want to talk about Dani coming in less than 100%/ “As far as I’m concerned—this is the best Dani Fishel anybody’s seen in the last 5 years,” Williams contends. “I don’t want any excuses from her when I lay her down.” Mish getting serious, addresses some of the emotion surrounding this fight. “You know what I’ve always hated  about Dani, even when TE had me on a leash? Her ego. Dani’s got the biggest ego in boxing—bar none. She challenged Charlize Theron once and we all had to pretend to rally around her and support her, but it made me sick: Dani actually thought she’d win that fight. She actually thought she’s beat HISC one, two, three in this little showdown. I know Cat bell feels the same way—Dani’s ego is out of control. In wouldn’t be surprised to see Cat cheering for me—everyone that knows us wants me to humble Fishel for good and all—and that’s just what I’m going to do!” As if the gauntlet wasn’t bad enough—HISC also enforcing a weight codicil buried 17 pages deep in the contract—Fishel forced to spend the night in the sauna on top of everything else to make a bogus same-day weigh in. Fishel in teal sports bra, grey stretch cotton trunks, messy ponytail—Mish in black push up, white lace trim, black boy cut trunks.

During R1: Dani bobbing at the waist, jerky head movement, stepping forward and hooking hard—loud spanking impact on Mish’s hip and flank to drive Williams back in early collision. Mish gritting her teeth—she digs in near the ropes, clubbing back in tight side to side rips, crossing her arms, also bending at the waist. Crisp, smashing to-and-fro—both women clubbing away to the torso wide, occasionally ringing the chin with clipping little hooks and rights inside, At the bell, Dani grinning , forcing eye contact—she got into Mish’s trunks, outworked her and kept her back to the ropes bell to bell—Williams smoldering, already crabby in her corner.

R2: Dani bobbing, ignoring her protesting ribcage, spitting jabs to unsettle Mish, poking I range-finding rights and turning over whistling hooks—once again Williams can’t stand her ground. Mish crossed arm, dug in flat footed at the ropes—she’s grimacing, bending at the waist, blocking and taking a thick beating Dani lays down a carpet bombing. Fishel punching and bobbing—bouncing mitts off meat downstairs, shoulder bumping to set up ringing gooks to the ear, shooting feisty little rights up onto Mish’s beleaguered face. Williams tapped, touched and belted—arms, chest, ribs and tummy all suffering the most, with her chin getting tugged and clipped whenever Dani comes off the body. Fishel grinning at the bell, chesting up and gloating at the one-sided shellack—MISH HEADBUTTS DANI’S LEFT EYE! Crowd booing—ref scolding Mish—Dani reeling  away, coming up bloodied—Syren screaming protests on the apron—it’s bedlam.

R3: WAR! Fishel angered by the foul—Mish angered by the in-your-trunks taunting—it’s just two way wallop as girl throw caution to the wind, Lusty shoulder bumping midring as girls push for punching room, timing hooks and sweeping right hands off the rub. Dani with a nice rhythm, routinely ducking under Williams’ haymakers, coming up with tidy strokes on the belly, tugging that chin, moving Mish with punches as blonde starts to give ground. Final minute—Mish in grudging retreat steps back, plants and lands a gorgeous swinging right hand flat to the belly to shock Dani coming in—Williams putting the hook on top, swivels Dani’s head and FISHEL’S HURT! Mish palm-shoving the shoulders to get Fishel tottering backward—Williams able to launch a walking barrage as she steps forward. Fishel on her heels, dazed, desperately blocking punches—lefts and rights club and bounce off her head and shoulders as she’s driven ropeside. Mish sailing in a looping right, smashes that left eye, slumping Dani shabby in the ropes—Williams setting and pumping to the body with both arms pumping savagely as groggy Fishel wilts forward and offers the fight’s first clinch. Mish pouring ion past the bell, drifting a little south of the border all jiggly with enthusiasm.

R4: Dani busted up, achy on her stool—she’s game in the fourth, but the upperbody movement’s slowing as ribs flare up, Mish able to impose her will more, getting off first, finding a home for overhand rights against Dani’s skull and eye, raking those ribs the hook underneath. Fishel forced to the ropes under fire, but banging back in spots—midway through, she rattles Mish a tucking little hook in behind the elbow followed up with a clipping left uppercut to leave the blonde spellbound. Williams effective with the palm-and-punch, squaring up on Dani and steadily working her over—Mish asserting control through 4.

R5: Mish really settling in as Dani breaks down. Fishel wincing as she punches—ribs are really seizing up, poor girl can’t get off properly, Mish limbering up, stepping and swinging breezy right hands over the top, crossing arms as she crouches, then ripping up into Dani’s breadbasket, Mish playing it smart, palm-shoving Dani in the shoulders to nudge her back or turn her slightly—Williams getting little angles, fighting off either Fishel shoulder, steadily fitting her punches into Fishel’s midsection, ribs and skull. Dani caught and rocked this round—sent staggering from a swinging hook on the chin, nearly bludgeoned to her knees from a series of overhand rights at the ropes late—little juggernaut keeps her feet, but that left eye is busted up bad—concerned ref hovering close by.

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R6: Dani masterful, proving a veteran by adjusting and throwing a curveball at Mish. Fishel jabbing, then stepping out—using her legs a little to change distance and walk around Williams. Mish still swinging for the fences, missing badly, overswinging—Dani finding COUNTERPUNCH opportunities as she times sticking straight rights or little check-hooks onto her foe’s chin. Fishel not punching with authority, but combination of different look and tempo enough to rattle Mish—Fishel cops valuable midround points.

R7: Oh, Mish—Williams showing her experience as well, uses jab to locate Dani and scores a pair of swinging right hands early to flatten Dani’s right ear to her shoulder. Fishel stepping in fence post holes in the first minute—reaching boozily to clinch—Mish smiling fiercely as she pounds away on weepy Dani ribs and abs in between extended arms. Fishel wraps up, but it’s Mish the stronger, bossing Dani to the ropes, bumping her off and going to work. Williams squares away in a loose cross-arm as wilting Dani covers up best she can. Rich, thick pounding—Michelle taking little hops in with her hook—exhaling “HUH-uh” with effort, shrugging Dani back with the left shoulder and resetting to jump-hook that tummy again. Shoulder bumps, tousle rubs—Mish really getting on Dani, scrubbing and molesting her in between punches, constantly reaching under the arms to body her up. By the end, Mish punching so hard and relaxed with either mitt, back foot’s coming off the canvas as she hops in, getting loud tummy spank off Fishel, Dani right hand open at the left side of her jaw, left across her gut, face bleak—Michelle’s grinding her down and there’s not much Dani can do about it at this point. At the bell, Mish shouts “You’re finished!” with meanspirited glee.

R8: Feisty Dani won’t quit—she goes to tactical clinches to bog Mish down in the first minute, then wages a brutal war of attrition inside as the girls lean in mouth on shoulder to work. Dani hunting the solar plexus, rolling her shoulders and working Mish midriff. Williams using her left shoulder bump to set up hooks to the waist, turning over tidy bright hands off the face then falling in cheek to cheek—sweaty stuff. Inconclusive battle—both girls ignore the bell to keep digging at each other as the ref takes a hand. Williams with a cheap swinging right after the bell—gets another solding from ref as tempers flare.

R9: Mish pouring it on—Dani simply exhausted, badly broken down—she’s suffering at the ropes and even staunch Fishel supporters start screaming for fight to be stopped. William stepping with Dani along the ropes, piling on—Mish gritting her teeth, hard-eyed, grunting with effort of belting stubborn Dani. Palms to the shoulders set up sequences—then Mish re-digs the waist right/left, shrugging the left uppercuts to tits, clouting chin tidy left/rights before laying in and bodying Dani to the ropes. Fishel swooning out on her feet, arms crossed, wilting forward as punches pile up, face getting spank side to side—she’s not reacting, not punching back, just getting muscled, bullied and battered at this point, Ref asks Dani if she’s had enough at the bell—puffy-faced beauty mumbles “’m okay,” as she staggers passed.

R10: Mish, Outsiders can only guess what’s passing between these twio—Dani helpless, seated in the ropes and taking—Michelle relentless, heartkless as she pounds away hateful lefts and rights. Ll the years spent together, training, fighting, all the highs and lows, all the pent up resentment—it’s all coming out of Mish as she swings away without fear of reprisal. Dani horribly busted up, taking punches off a blank, swollen face, lolling forward, cringing from body work. By the second minute—Dani’s starting to tilt forward—Mish stepping back in good order, lifting short little lefts and rights up into the chest and ribs, scrubbing tight arm-curl punches under the chin. Gradually, inevitably, Fishel sliding forward finally pitches to her face—Mish staggering back nearly out of breath, then screaming “YES!” at the slumbering back of her foe. Dani out on her face—Mish glaring down, eyes blazing with savage exultation—KO10 in heartbreaking fashion, Mish Williams.

After: Dani brought around on her stool—destitute, devastated, stunned. Mish storming over—maybe by-gones will be by-gones, maybe mutual respect…NOPE! Greedy Mish pulls groggy Dani to her feet, thumbs lined under Fishel’s breasts, hands form about the ribcage—she slams Dani into the turn buckles, setting Fishel’s head whiplashing back and forth, Dani’s arms reclining by reflex over the top ropes. Mish mounts the strands, standing triumphant over Dani, belly pushing Fishel’s weary face to the side, left hand taking a fistful of damp hair, right hand thrust high—it’s a moment of sheer glory for Michelle Williams. “I really don’t think Eliza and Claire took much out of Dani,: says Mish afterwards in postfight. “Eliza got her ass kicked and Claire played pattycake to a safety first duke—I was surprised how strong Fishel came in, But the best woman won. The best woman beat her opponent senseless and left her face first on the canvas. The best woman is Michelle Williams and Dani Fishel will never be the same!” A shaken Syren speaks for Dani as Fishel is taken directly to emergency. “All I know is, Dani Fishel fought 3 of the toughest, most experienced women in boxing and went THIRTY rounds before succumbing to the most mind numbing punishment I’ve ever seen a fighter withstand. She has nothing to be ashamed iof, but I’ll tell you this: Michelle’s post-fight ‘celebration’ on Dani was appalling. Williams can’t hold Dani’s trunks and she knows it, no matter what happened here tonight.”

Reposted by Archer 5/9/10.