Posted by Simguy on 6/23/2006, 6:47 am.

Before: “I’m tired of hearing about how strong Dani is,” Cuthbert pouts in preflight, “I’ve got the strongest legs--by far--in the division: Dani can’t stand against me, I’ll just say that: Fishel’s a punch drunk little runt--she’s damaged goods I’ve been working on my Dani ‘out’ punches, and she’s going to sleep I this fight!” Fishel taking this particular Dani-buster very seriously--Cuthbert and Mack the most physical of the group, “I’ll say this for Elisha,” Dani grins, “she’s got spunk. I never saw a girl so anxious to take a pounding in my life. I have to call her on this: she says she’s going to make me sleep; I’m going to pound her out. Elisha Cuthbert won’t finish this fight: you can print that, tape it on her locker--I don’t care. She thought she was tired of hearing how strong I am BEFORE--just what’ll she hears about it AFTER! Cuthbert in tight maple leaf camisol top (cropped atop the hips). Solid red panties--red/white gloves--red/white boxing boots. Dani in sexy black crochet bikini, black gloves, black aerobics sneakers.white socks, hair tired back off her face.

During R1: Elisha snarling, bashing down lefts and rights across Dani’s upper back as Fishel bulls in, head down. Dani clubbed and clouted, but driving Cuthbert to ropes--Fishel able to square away and lambasted her blonde heaving rights and lefts--dipping deep to either side to pull those babies home. Cuthbert wide-eyed as whistling shots just graze her face: she clinches up, walks Dani to midring for ref’s break. Elisha showing a little versatility, pops a stiff jab, doubles it, steps to her--she keeps Dani turning midring to salt way a schizophrenic brawling/boxing first.

R2: Dani bobbing and weaving--stepping forward, slugging hard out of crouch--she chases Cuthbert to ropes; e covering up peek-a-boo, tilting forward off the apron. Minute mark, Dani squared away reefs a couple of booming hooks out of the crossed-arm to Elisha’s ribs just south of jug and CUTHBERT TAKES A KNEE! Elisha gasping, face strained, chest heaving--Dani BEAMING with delight, looking up into the big screen monitor to review her body-banging gusto as EC takes 8. Cuthbert labouring, grimacing--she tries to walk off the ropes but Dani won’t have it--Fishel pancaking Cuthbert back in., All Dani to the bell--legs wide as she tips double hooks up underneath, then scoots to her left to get in multiple hoisting rights. Cuthbert in a bad way, all bunched up, soaks up Dani’s leather to the bell. Fishel hooting, crowding in on Elisha and crowing--Cuthbert’s cheeks blushing crimson at the NERVE--ref gets in there as tempers flare.

R3: Dani grinning, bobbing and weaving as she encroaches--Elisha can’t hold canvas, finds her butt in ropes once again, Fishel putting on her hard hat, bringing her lunchbox--she just starts banging away at the problems in front of her: belly, arms, jugs, ribs. Dani constantly bobbing--syncopating her head movement with her punching--smashing away at Elisha out of the crossed-arm crouch. Elisha gritting her teeth, dukes at temples--she’s blocking, sometimes leaning back into ropes to slip headshots, but her torso’s taking a fearful shaking. Final minute, Elisha dips to her left, getting under a Dani right and ANSWERS BACK THE JAGGED LEFT UPPERCUT! There’s one of those ‘out’ punches taking Fishel taut beneath the chin, lifting her up, forcing her back (right) foot to come skidding forward: D almost takes a seat, stumbling back a few wobbly-butt paces instead. Cuthbert hopping forward, leans in: she catches Dani a short, drifting right hand on the jaw, all torso behind the shot. Fishel crouching, badly hu8rt: Cuthbert pushes her forearms down across Dani’s upper back, shifts lefts and digs a pair of brutal left hooks in behind Fishel’s elbow. Dani SINKS DOWN TO ONE KNEE! Fishel’s turn to show anguish--face stricken--Cuthbert hopping away, eyes dancing--she lifts her mitts and plays to the crows out of the neutral corner as Dani struggles up at the bell, blinking back fierce tears.

R4: HAMMER AND FREAKIN’ TONGS! Oh GOD they bang away! Dani hunching forward in that crossed-arm crouch, timing her bb and coming back at Elisha with MONSTER left hooks, head and body. Cuthbert gritting her teeth, punching overhand right leads, then coming back with lusty left uppercuts, catching Dani’s chin again and again. Fishel staggers back, then catches Elisha: Cuthbert stumbles, covers up, regroups, and slugs in return. Fight careens to ropes--girls reversing position several times as first one, then the other is stunned and bullied momentarily. Furious round finishes with Cuthbert finally shoving Dani to a seat in the ropes and savagely beating her to the body: Thick, banging right hands--over and over and over--poor Fishel biting down on screams, just sitting and soaking ‘em up best she can. Ripping stuff from Elisha: left forearm riding across Dani’s upper back to stabilize; right hands slug-slug-slugging away in rising arcs downstairs; right foot turning over as blonde hosts home the harm, Bell--Dani paralyzed ELISHA’S STILL SLUGGING! Ref has to pull rambunctious little blonde off her suffering foe--Fishel hugging her battered ribcage and glaring as Cuthbert taunts: “YOU’RE LIKE PUDDING INSIDE! PUDDING!”

R5: MIDRING MAYHEM! Girls bending into rights and lefts in wide-spread slugging stances; sweaty locks clamped tight to cheeks; teeth bared in tight jaw-clenches; eyes narrowed to slits as each seeks to mindlessly end the other’s night. SMASHING right hand detonates off Elisha’s face in the wild two-way melee and CUTHBERT SPILLS TO ALL FOURS! ‘Lishy back leg gives way, crumpling her to canvas--Dan staggering back, hooting “YEAH!” at Cuthbert’s plight. ‘Lishy up at 8, but reeling, wincing in pain, trying to find her bearings and ON COMES DANIELLE! Fishel hurtling in, giving Elisha no time to collect herself--rocketing right caroms off temple, sprawling Cuthbert in swoon against the ropes. BIG SWINGING HOOK! Dani’s hips twisting through the motion, left hand clapping Cuthbert’s head aside. CRASHING RIGHT! Cuthbert’s dazed face hammered, skull pitching back over the top rope, then violently snapping back forward off the cable. Elisha’s hands drooping--SHE’S OUT! AND DANI’S STILL FIRING! Left hook pounds the tight anguish off Elisha’s face: now she’s dreamy, soft, slack jawed. STOP THE FIGHT, REF!!! Right hand plows home, smashing Cuthbert’s head back over the top rope again--when it flops back forward, her mouthpiece dribbles down her chest. Cuthbert sliding to her left, toppling over; Dani’s crazed left hook just misses as Fishel is determined to put Elisha on the canvas. Elisha hit’s the mat on her right shoulder, rolling to her back--terribly, terribly knocked out. KO5 in Cro-Magnon fashion--Danielle Fishel.

After: CONCUSSIVE punching from Dani tonight--Fishel roaring in the immediate aftermath, pumping her fists above her head, stomp-strutting the ring--violently hugging Syren about the hips and picking the bigger woman up off the canvas. KO-lust subsides eventually, replaced by concern as ‘Lishy is a long time coming around. Mountee fighters quickly rally ‘round their girl, menacing Fishel with in-ring retaliation--TE fighters becoming accustomed to this sort of reaction following  atypically thorough annihilation of an opponent. Officials contain the riot, but Dani is perplexed in post fight. “Elisha and I went after one another with only on thing in mind,” Dani explains, “total destruction. It was her or me. Cobie Smulders said I was hitting Elisha after she was already out--but honestly--all I saw was Cuthbert still standing, probably scheming to fetch me another uppercut. The ref didn’t step in, so I had to be about my business. I sincerely hope she’s OK--I wish I could have take one or two punches back--but I swear to the Mountees right now, on camera, that I wasn’t trying to pile on. Elisha would’ve done the same thing to me--Cobie totally knows that.”


Reposted by Archer 7/4/11.