REMATCH

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 1/21/2005, 7:29 pm.

Before: Raucous preflight sessions--Dani-Busters showing up in drive to heckle Fishel if not lend outright support to Mack: Dani finally understanding the hunger she’s up against. Caesar’s Palace reportedly offering these two the largest site fee ever for a Female Arm Wrestling bout--promoters jumping on board the Dani-busting bandwagon in a big way. Mack in black tshirt and jeans--the word “BEEF” in white letters across her chest--she’s breezy at the dais. “I was going to let Dani skulk away and lick her wounds for a while, but she’s left me no alternative: she wanted an immediate rematch, she’s getting it. I’ve realized all along it’s going to take more opportunity to do what Eliza couldn’t do, what Britney couldn’t do, little closer to has-been hood!” Fishel flushed, but keeping her composure, “What’s going to be different this time?” Dani repeats a Tractorpull question. “Everything. I didn’t work her arms at all in the first fight: this time she won’t be able to hold her hands up after 5. I missed so many opportunities to uppercut her the first time around: I’ll be chin-checking her as I reduce her body this time. Overall, she is a very strong girl, but I let her come forward way too much last time: that’s not happening this time. I’m turning her back and make no mistake: I WILL her seeking a knockout. Allison on her back is the only thing that will satisfy me.” Alli in royal blue sports bra, Superman insignia stretched across the rack. Red super-trunks, white shoes and thick white socks; Dani in navy bandeau bikini supported by bra straps, large baby blue polka dots, 0punching ponytail, white shoes and thick white socks rolled down at the ankle.

During R1: Girls bobbing herky-jerk, crossing arms--they close bump shoulders and Allison’s getting off. Mack hooking-out-the-bob, scoring to the bicep and chest, arching her back, twisting her hip to get up loud to breadbasket. Fishel grunting, tightlipped, backed up on her heels--Mack the busier, better girl early, steadily forcing Fishel’s back to the ropes. Mack leaning in with her head scrubbing tousle, jamming away to body, palming and bullying--Dani getting low, driving in with her shoulder to step Mack back, get a little room off the ropes. Torrid two-way late--both girls chucking savage, short-arm leather and MACK GETS HURT! Dani throwing a right shoulder hard to Mack’s chest, bumps her off, lands the left uppercut clean and sends shockwaves down Allison’s backside. Mack hopping to her right with a blank expression--Dani pouncing, clubbing rights to the skull, hooking to the body and MACK GOES DOWN! Alli losing her balance and stumbling to all fours at the ropes under bludgeoning Fishel heat--Dani roaring, pounding her chest and stomping away--Alli up quick, blushing at the bell.

R2: Alli storming off her stool, wades into Dani, backs her up a few steps from midring, but forward momentum slowly bogs down as Fishel digs in. Brutal, brutal bump n’slug midring--both women laying in mouth on sh9lder, bobbing to get low anmd nudge the other off for room, then laying in shocking lumber to offending breadbasket. Dani throwing ruff, tuff shoulders like extra fists in there, and laying her hooks across chest and bicep as well as waistline. Mack’s back hits topes late--she crosses her arms, bending at the waist, soaking up shellack as Fishel pounds away to the bell.

R3: Heads in, shoulders bunched, bumping and slugging midring. Both throwing swinging right hands out of the crossed-arm, hammering away to flank and hip. Both bashing away at rounded bicep and upper chest, snuggling in close and shoving left hands up into ribs and tummy, Thirsty work: girls growing robotic as punishment builds, snatching, digging, bumping at each other. Step by step, Mack backs Dani to ropes and finishes with a flourish: Allison bumping, pivoting a little tight and throwing a murderous brace of rising short-arm hooks up into Dani’s body. Second coming of Jake LaMotta leaves Fishel grimacing, shook up at the bell--Mack chests up and lets Dani hear all about it!

R4: grinding bump-n-slug midring.; Girls reaching left han in around each other’s bodies, easing each other back with the shoulder, then stepping forward with hooks. Dani pounding Allison’s arms as promised--having some effect: Mack’s output dropping--she’s starting to tie up and pull on Fishel’s arms more. Dani backing Allison up for the most part--nothing fancy, just Fishel putting leather on meat and getting the better of it.

R5: same again--grim job of work for Dani as she takes the fight to Allison, backs her up, hits her hard. Mack grudging, stubborn--she’s competing hard, scoring thick to tummy and ribs, but she’s constantly on her heels, forced to regroup. Dani enjoying more and more moments along the ropes, treating Mack to savage chugging hook-series or multiple right hands up and in--thudthudthudthudthud as Mack just leans forward and groans: Dani’s ponytail dancing, backside a jiggle with effort.

FISHEL/MACK conc. (too much hate for one post)

Posted by Simguy on 1/21/2005, 7:30 pm.

R6: Dani breaks out the baseball bat in the first, bodying Allison to ropes, squaring away and going at her with those demoralizing rapid-fire hooks, pushing to reset and piling on more as Mack sits stunned in the ropes. Allison’s body beaten like an old rug, but she weathers it--by the midway point, she’s punching back, even tieing up and muscling Dani into the ropes for punishment in kind. Fight consisting now of girls locking up and bodying each other into the strands for thumping multiple rights or lefts--both glassy eyed, staring after treati8ng each other shabby in the sixth.

R7: Allison  wades into Dani, backs her up a few steps, but again can’t brawl Fishel all the way to ropes. Dani digging in, holding her ground, then turning Alli back in hammer-and-tongs bump ‘n’ slug. Midway through, ringing left uppercut stands Allison up--eyelashes fluttering, mouth open--she’s easily bundled into the ropes as Dani piles on. Most one-sided action of the fight in the finasl minute--poor Allison arms crossed, elbows raised as she leans forward--Dani squared away and working up into the ribs with both hands off tuff shoulder bumps to the bell. Fishel grinning, crowding close at the bell: “You hurt Alli? Don’t sound too good Alli?” Sullen hate from battered Mack.

R8: Dani’s taunting backfires--Alli comes out rejuvenated, wading in and FINALLY slugging Dani into the ropes. Grinding action--Mack constantly reaching under Dani’s arms, constantly putting a body on in between jerking body shots and temple swats--just a full-body beat down being applied. Dani’s turn to grit her teeth, cross her arms and suffer she’s offering back, the odd swiping hook but can’t get her weight forward. Mack’s fists bashing against the fleshy goodness if Dani’s upper chest and biceps, pudgy waist and stubborn ribs--good roaring defiance from Allison this round. Mack bodies up at the bell, forcing eye contact: “don’t you quit on me, Dani! Are you quitting?” Fishel shoves her off, cheeks burning.

R9: Alli’s taunting backfires, earns her some of the worst punishment of her career in a blistering Dani Fishel ninth. Fishel hurts Mack right away with a swinging right on the chops, jump-in hook on the chin--Alli spills back into ropes, digging in woozy. Dani in that Frazier bob, bumping and shoving Alli rough, twisting her hips to get gut wrenching leverage on body shot hooks, clapping Mack on the ear choppy right hands. Fishel’s eyes alight--nothing coming back from stooping, drooping Allison--Dani able to put weight in the left foot and just work short clipping left uppercuts, picking up Mack’s tired face over and over. Muscular propping of Mack--Dani getting low, easing the torso back with palms on the shoulders, then chugging away to the goods: belly,, ribs, tits, Bell to bell--Mack reeling, staring--Dani hooting with derisionl, loving the sight of a devastated Dani-buster.

R10: Mack’s got nothing left but pride--she wearily takes a seat in the ropes, waves Dani on in with grim resignation. Fishel grinning ponytail flitting as she squares away and goes at what’s left. Fishel tidying up the ribs, crippling Mack for good measure, getting those nasty little left uppercuts off the right foot, pounding righty to Mack’s ear and hip, Allison a-swoon, but stubborn--head getting clouted and clapped, body suffering the constant torment of Dani’s fists, but little fireplug makes it to the finish line. Gloating Dani lifting jher mitts and strutting--achy Mack steadying herself with a hand on the ropes, clearly dejected at the sight of Dani triumphant. Comes back UD10 Dani Fishel.

After: Dani animated, chatty with stablemates and corner as gloves are removed--Mack getting checked out--she’s curt with physicians, angry and disappointed in herself. Potential Dan-Busters in the audience quiet, clearly deflated--this isn’t the fight they were hoping for. “Who’s busted now!” Dani brays in post fight. “You know what did it? I think I damn near knocked her out in the first round. I know it looked sort of like a stumble, but she was really wrecked by that uppercut and I don’t think she ever recovered. She tried to bull-rush me, but I wasn’t having it: over and over I stood my ground, then rolled her up. I’m HAPPY with what I was able to do--but not satisfied: you KNOW I wanted her out. I’ve dropped her in both fights and had her ready to go: it’s just a matter of time before she gets stretched.” Dani, Dani: what about a rubber match? “You know, if it were up to me--I’d take a shower, come back and fight her again tonight! Seriously--Ceeb and Syren will take a look at the offers, see if I need to put a boot up some of these other Dani-Busting heinies first, but if not--I’d love to finish Allison off right. She’s giving me good, tough fights and even though I’m wearing her down, she’s still plenty dangerous.” Battered Mack sullen, short with press. “She got one, I’ve got one,” Allison  points out, “I definitely want the rubber match--more than she does I bet.” Alli, Alli--what about those knockdowns? isn’t Dani the heavier hitter? “I’d have knocked her down too if I punched as low as she does, Seriously, check the tapes: you’ll see what the rest of us have known for years. Dani Fishel’s a trunk-checking little cheater.”

Reposted by Archer 7/10/10.