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2 May 2003 Catherine Bell vs Brittany Daniel

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 11 months ago

Originally posted by Simguy on 5/2/2003, 10:10 am.

 

Before: Rivalry in the making? Bell doesn’t think so. “To be honest, I’m disappointed that the last fight was so close, because it’s encouraged people to think that Daniel and I are jostling for position. She’s a midcarder at lightweight tops, and I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’m comfortably above that level. I guess there is pressure on me, mostly from myself, to really break Brittany’s spirit and show her who’s boss.”

 

Brittany champing at the bit to get back in with one of boxing’s best racks. “She’s got two choices,” brays Brit in prefight, “Go out early, or get savaged. It’s just that simple. It makes me sick to see how people kowtow to this Kow. I don’t respect her one bit!”

 

Brit in leopard print underwire bikini, Cat in electric blue bikini.

 

During R1: Bell knows what the jab did to Brit in her last fight—show some stick early. But Daniel with good head movement, weaving, always coming forward—she’s both hands palm down, shoving straight, crisscross punches into Bell’s bulging sacks. That gets her in snugly where she starts bringing punches up underneath, digging into belly, rib, and breast, and as Cat backs up, the chin. Bell palming up on shoulder to shove for distance, retreating and turning at the ropes, but she’s on her heels from the blonde’s rapid fire, singleminded pursuit.

 

R2: Cat cool, stays with the plan—force feeding Brittany jabs in the first minute as the blonde gets banged up in a series of frontal assaults. Midway through, Bell hanging back, tracking Brit the stick and Cat walks Daniel into a stubby little right hand on the chin, jerking Brit a quarter turn to her right and leaving her shabby. Daniel covering up hurt, wilting sideways as cat advances behind stroking haymakers—Brit banged ropeside in bad shape. Bell getting big, palming up to prop, bouncing mitt off midriff and SHE’S finishing brawny on Brittany’s rack at the bell—blonde just slumping in a daze at the ropes under the pounding.

 

R3: Bell scarring Brittany with jabs—straight pounding blows off the face that are clearly slowing and dazzling the blonde. Early on, Daniel wanders into a few choice right hands on the mouth that have her staggering in random patterns around the ring, but as Cat loses to finish, the blonde cowboys up. Latter half of the round some serious scrapping exchanges—Bell hooking to belly, looking for more short right hands over Brit’s left shoulder—Daniel chopping back furiously to the ribcage and jugs, moving her head well side to side. Girls trade after the bell, prompting referee intervention—Daniel seething, hurt—Bell icy-eyed as she looks over the target.

 

R4: Shutout Cat Bell,. Jab having its way with Brit—Cat able to harm Daniel, stun her, steer her with it—Bell nice and easy to the side as she keeps at it. Daniel too far outside, but moving her head better, stepping out and using those great legs for something other than pressure—Cat can’t land the right hand with Daniel giving her angles.

 

R5: Bell in control—back to jabbing, happy to score to Daniel’s shoulders, upperchest if she can’t find the face. Midway through, everything changes. Daniel with a snapping right from a high guard clangs to jaw over Bell’s extended left and CAT GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Cat reaching for Daniel’s ears to pull her close, but blonde CHURNS away scalding the chest of her opponent with greedy lefts and rights, backing Cat up. Bell groggy against the ropes, hands light on Brit’s shoulder, but blonde is slugging though it—2 and 3 sidearm rights to the body, walloping hook up top over Cat’s right arm. Bell swaying, staring—OH she’s hurt, but she won’t go down. Daniel finishes up with a patented jug mugging, standing up in her stirrups while listing rising lefts and rights into those glorious mounds. Cat swooning as Daniel is pulled off her at the bell—Daniel kicking and taunting in the ref’s arms. Scored 10-8 without the knockdown as Brittany almost gets Cat out of there.

 

R6: MORE BRITTASNY DANIEL POWER PUNCHING! Bell caught looking by the lead right hand on the teeth! Bell stooped up and paralyzed by the overhand right to thr sternum! Daniel using her legs to get in and out, throwing her body behind punches and getting away with it. Credit Cat’s chin—by the final minute she’s worn out Brittany’s arms and starts to get back in the frame. Business-like hook in the body, Cat’s right hand taped to her cheek as she delivers—seems to suck the wind out of Daniel as she stops punching. Bell able to lay in close, get thick to the midriff of her girl, body up and walk her around to the bell.

 

R7: CAT STUNS BRIT! Bell showing the jab, walks Brit into a sudden, sneaky right hand instead, bending low on follow through—Daniel put wobbly butt! Brittany on her heels, eyes hollow—gloves at her mouth, she is cuffed and swatted from one foot to the other as Bell opens up wide to the ears. By the final minute—BELL’S a little arm weary and BRITTANY takes over, ramming away that straight/overhand right to the chin, and getting close to rake hooks, Cat covered up, bent forward, giving her right side at the bell.

 

R8; Groggy, flat footed, two way action round. Both girls grim, busted up, hurting in the body, Both stooping forward, pressing out jabs to the body and trying for right hands, falling in together, shoving off rather than clinching. Not high tempo, but thoughtful slugging, girls trying to tee off. Difference is Brittany’s ability to put the hook on—she’s able to catch Cat resetting—Daniel’s handspeed giving her edge in a lot if these halting exchanges.

 

R9: Cat resuming the jab, getting it flat between Brittany’s breasts, backing her up. Cat with that right hand cracked at her chest—she’s menacing Brit with it, often turning into vicious right uppercuts whenever Daniel tries to dip inside—blonde shying away rather than take it flush. Round fought on the outside—Bell slowly restores order.

 

R10: Tight fight, up for grabs—veteran Cat Bell gets the shutout. Jab paving the way, but Cat also wrapping up tight, holding for breaks whenever Brit gets in close, Blonde whining to the ref, composure cracking a bit with the frustration, but brunette keeps chiopping away. Jabs spanking off the belly, breasts, and face, Daniel more and more on her heels. Down the stretch, Bell extends on a spearing right cross, swiveling Brit’s head and unhinging her knees—Daniel sent staggering. Cat straightens, relaxes as time winds down—she knows she’s got the round as Daniel regroups outside. Comes back one point duke—Cat Bell.

 

After: Cat showing the wear and tear, white towel around glossy shoulders as she sucks in an Evian bottle in postfight. “Whew!” Cat exclaims, “she’s a little hellcat, I will GIVE her that! She’s a hungry fighter—she’s fighting with the spirit Theron used to have before the losses piled up. I’d day the torch has definitely passed in that stable, I mean I can’t see Charlize really giving me that kind of tussle at this point,” Daniel throwing a tantrum in  her corner, feeling robbed and scalded by the decision.

 

“What do I have to do to get a call around here?” Brittany bleats. “The woman was OUT! She was swaying in the wind and they had to carry her to her corner in the 5th. It’s like it was ‘screw Brittany Daniel Night’ or something!”

 

Reposted by Archer 4/21/09.

 

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