BOXING ON THE BEACH

Posted by Simguy on 1/2/2005, 11:37 am.

Before: Daniel in maybe the lowest-profile bout of her career—fight barely registering on Celebrity Richter Scale as former blonde lightweight titlist seeks out 3^rd tier wrestling diva runner-up. Amy a curvy little bundle with pluck—despite the former Krusher pedigree of her opponent, she’s wildly optimistic that she’ll “pound away” on Daniel. Daniel in red bikini, Amy in pale, pea green bikini from the Diva competition—fought on  Huntington Beach pier, broad daylight.

During R1: Shock and awe for Brittany early—she engages in free-swinging beach rock’em sock’em and gets DROPPED seconds in via looping Weber right! Stunned 8 Brittany—Amy bouncing in and flailing away whopper lefts and rights—brunette slugging with her chin up, chest out, carrying in close and pounding away as promised. Brittany suffering, packed sideways into the ropes—she’s battered senseless until finally able to tie up around Weber’s flanks. Ref’s break—more Amy—Weber baring her teeth as she loads up and piles on—poor Brittany covering hurt, sliding along the ropes as Amy paints in shellack THICK. Bell: Amy’s chest heaving, she’s still straining against the ref to get at Brittany—Daniel dazed, wide-eyed—not the romp in the park she was expecting.

R2: Brittany showing leg—shamefacedly running—she’s making Weber look a tyrant. Amy with no clue as to how to cut off a ring, but getting after Daniel with abandon—brunette leaping, swinging away, trying to corral blonde and give her more machine. Daniel forfeits the shutout, earns boos, but she’s got her legs back, seems to have recovered from that capsizing first.

R3: Brittany getting touches—Amy’s adrenaline rush ebbing, she’s no longer overwhelming Daniel—Brit able to bend low, jab up at Weber and channel the brunette into predictable lanes. Brit just swat-swatting paunch, bending side to side, stepping back to lure in—Weber visibly bogging down as Daniel taps the waist methodically, professionally.

R4: Amy with bursts of energy, but nothing sustained—she’s not connecting as much as Daniel bends at the waist, moves her head, lifts her jab off the hip and disrupts brunette timing. Weber head-hunting, missing a good deal and throwing herself off balance—Daniel able to tap the ribs, get I behind brunette elbows, really tidying up the breadbasket like a pro. Weber open mouthed by the final minute—clinching after every short right uppercut Daniel throws on the inside.

R5: Shutout Daniel, Brittany setting a bruising, workmanlike pace—easing Amy in, touching up her waist, hips, doubling up shots with either hand to go body/chin in quick succession. Weber clinching after every connect—warned for tugging hard on Brittany’s arm, drawing a wince of pain from Daniel as Weber tries to wrench blonde’s shoulder. Daniel systematic, showing her experience—she’s just backing Weber to the ropes and working her over, fitting in short, thumping body shots, either hand.

R6: Same again, only heavier handed—Brittany going after Amy with KO intentions, Weber getting unhinged by those sneaky-quick right uppercuts from close in—reeling into Brittany, trying to tie up—Daniel jumping to the side, pushing Amy off, trying to keep hands free, thudding work adds up—Weber sinks achy-faced to all fours, panting with punishment—blonde nodding appreciatively, flashing her first grin of the bout. Rest of the way just Daniel putting it to Amy, Weber’s butt in ropes, leaning forward, top of her head against Brittany’s chest—blonde with the right hand dangling at her side, just stuffing in lefts snug above the hip, landing thick and wet on brunette deadweight.

R7: Amy’s eyes vacant, mouth always open, legs shaky—she’s just bodied into the ropes and worked over a heartless, surprisingly patient Brittany Daniel. Brittany working at a measured pace, very relaxed, but constantly touching her girl. Daniel totally dominant, able to drop one hand to her side while digging at Amy the other mitt—Weber drooping forward, head against Daniel, but not answering back, just soaking it up to the body. Daniel finally getting after jug with short, shoulder-shrugging snuggle punching: she’ll get all up in there with a compact scrubbing motion of the left arm, just twitching the shoulder and working the jus, smiling as Amy groans in protest.

R8: Shutout Daniel, Brittany punishing Amy along the ropes, stepping with her, digging, tucking and tapping at her up and down, up and down. Weber groaning, clinching, pushing Daniel off—too weary to offer back at this point—creeping paralysis spreading through brunette curves as blonde punching slowly starts to dim the lights.

R9: Shutout Daniel. Weber getting paid to suffer at this point—not punching back, barely able to stand or slide—Brittany just stacking her up and taking what she wants. Daniel fans loving it: a relaxed, non-threatening Brittany working efficiently, diligently—tearing up every square inch of Amy’s trembling torso, throbbing rack. Curling uppercuts off the body find Weber’s chin—she’s too broken down at this point to even register the blows, numbly accepting the shock. Break: Amy’s people have seen rough—Weber quits on her stool rather than take another 3 minutes of Daniel. TKO9 Brittany D.

After: Brittany gloves off, hands high, accepts applause with bows at midring, then helps herself to a little extra Amy. Achy, blubbery Amy forced to stand, Brittany tapping brunette underneath either arm to get her to stand with limbs outstretched—brunette a pathetic sight as she shudders to choke back tears. Brit standing to the right, grinning—she loads up and swings at Amy’s chest with the palms of both hands—great double-clapping impact like some deranged semaphore signal. Weber howling, toppling back into the ropes and crossing her hands on her chest—she’s sobbing and ruined as Brittany does a little self-congratulatory horseman’s strut.

More repercussions: Weber angered by the post-fight wallop, manages to get Brittany in beach house fight, no video, but stills of the fight available on the internet:

Photo #1: Brittany on bed, on her back, legs outstretched and TIGHTLY clamped above Amy’s hips, Weber standing on the floor, stooped, mouth open, eyes squinting in agony, hands flat against Daniel’s raised hips.

Photo #2: Same sequence later on—Amy’s sunk to her knees, sobbing bow, still trapped around the ribs as Daniel adjusts her grip. Brittany sitting up, concentrating, lips right with the effort of generating maximum squeeze, Amy’s hands are on the bed, either side of Brittany’s hips.

Photo #3: Amy’s had it, crushed, on her haunches—she’s obviously screaming a submission, tapping wildly on the bed with her right hand.

Photo #4: Probably couple of seconds after Photo 3, Amy still tapping, but Brittany’s face has gone from rigid concentration to a relaxed, happy smile of triumph.

Photo #5: Am on her haunches beside the bed, hugging tortured torso, crying . Brittany sitting up right, hands palm down behind her, legs spread, feet flat on the floor either side of Weber—Brit just grinning down at the top of Amy’s head. savouring the view.

Reposted by Archer 2/10/10.