Posted by Simguy on 1/27/2006, 7:01 am.

Before: Dani always up for a fight, but eager in this case to keep the heat on Allison Mack by fighting a girl who just gave Mack a terrific B.A.D. tussle. “Ricci’s come a long way,” Dani acknowledges, “and the fact that she took Allison into deep water makes me want to fight her more than ever.” Christina relishing the looks she’s getting--willing to give away pounds to get the toughest comp she possibly can. “A lot of people thought I won that Allison Mack fight.” Ricci beams, “and I’ll prove them right on Dani. Fishel has no idea what I’m bringing these days. By the time she finds out--I’ll be standing over her, celebrating a devastating win!” Dani in navy bandeau bikini, bra strap support, big baby-blue polka dots, white sneakers/aerobic sock footwear for ballistic look: Ricci also ballistic-bodied in black velvet bra strap bikini, white sneakers/aerobics socks, long black hair. White gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Bumper-car beauties collide midring: punching, rubbing, shouldering, pushing, writhing until Ricci’s back hit’s the ropes. Dani on top bell to bell, subjugating Ricci with non-stop, thudding assortment of lefts and rights, Chrissy covered up and suffering as Dani’;s gloves plunder hips, flanks, jugs, tummy, shoulders, biceps via close-in, smothering bombardment. Dani spinning away at the bell, bouncing back to her stool all grins--winking happily at a livid Allison Mack seated ringside.

R2: Fishel romps out, has another thumping-good first minute, but Chrissy’s resistance stiffens. Second minute, Ricci bumping well with her left shoulder, getting low and digging hooks to paunch--she’s backing Dani up, outworking Fishel inside. Merciless jug-swapping going on--compact-limbed little beauties shrugging and jamming away as they twist side to side--Ricci getting the better of it finally pushes Fishel’s back to the ropes in hot second minute trade. Down the stretch--both girls showing crossed-arms--Ricci pushing in with her shoulder, then strapping hook to paunch underneath, keeping her body on in between licks. Fishel grunting, frowning at the bell: Chrissy bangs out a hard-fought second to even the cards

R3: Hard shoulder bumps; fighting crouches; crossed arm guards--girls trade hot licking hooks amidships, constantly grinding and rubbing and jostling each other midring. Each taking turns bumping the other back a step, then hooking her gut--girls bending at the waist in crossed-arm posture, moving heads well, trying to take canvas away from the opponent. Even, smoking hot trade, fairly methodical until very late: Dani suddenly erupts with a series of fat, swinging rights and lefts underneath, cramping Chrissy and paralyzing her on the spot! Ricci stunned, soaking up bombs on her ribs and tummy--concussive blasts spanking off pale, cushy flesh and RICCI TAKES A KNEE AT THE BELL!

R4: Girls collide rugby fashion: ear to ear, shoulder on shoulder. Hands collected in underneath, legs stamping, backsides shivering with the effort of pushing the opponent back. Each trying to get in underneath the other for leverage--Ricci getting the better of it, systematically budging Dani back. Smashing, cudgeling work dished out underneath--=girls just tucking shirt, shoving punches into one another--plenty of shots blocked, but ribs, tummy and jug plundered nonetheless. Chris able to put Dani’s butt in the ropes and pile on--girls fighting in such close quarters they’re breathing in one another’s exhaust, brows scraping up from the constant scuff of skull and tousle. Ricci with some jerking right uppercuts has the crows roaring at the bell as Dani stoops, fields ‘em stoic on her chin.

R5: Dani bulling into Chrissy--muscular, rounded arms writhing in around stocky ribs, girls wrestling chest to chest as sturdy legs stamp for position. Fishel the boss this time, walking Chrissy to ropes, smearing her at the  apron--Dani able to execute brawny shove n’ slug this round. Crossed arm guards--Dani using her left shoulder and open right palm to shove into Christina before hooking her body--Ricci just trying to stoop forward, deny Fishel midsection. Methodical stuff--job of work for Dani, but she teats herself to some stirring jug mugging to bring the crowd roaring to its feet, forcing breathless Ricci clinches.

R6: Same again--neither girl looking to avoid collision--it’s all about being strong tonight, not cuter. Brutal, bashing trade midring--both girls getting hellacious rips off bumps or out of bobbing crouches--gloves bouncing loud off skulls, shoulders, sausage-tight bodies, Dani grimacing in disbelief as Ricci backs her up late--Fishel’s back hits ropes as Chrissy stacks her up, then drifts her a beautiful right hand across the mouth, following through with plenty of forearm. Ricci snarling, hot for payback: she romps Dani’s heaving rack with short-shrugging lefts and rights, beating the fights first clinches out of Dani at the bell. Girls pushing and jawing--ref has to separate ‘em, force them to corners for the break.

R7: Every round the same--girls plow into each other, grinding and bumping and pulling, each trying to muscle the other into compromising positions. Thrilling, concussive punches as girls work in and out of crossed-arm crouches: right hands caroming off scalps, shoulders; hooks reefing at throbbing ribs, lats, squirming tummy meat. Back and forth --Ricci able to bump forward a couple of steps, only to have Dani retake the canvas a heartbeat later. Final minute, Fishel’s able to pres Ricci to the ropes and pound her a series of bludgeoning rights and lefts flat to torso and tummy: Chrissy’s mouthpiece tumbles down her chest as her eyes dull--Dani romping to the finish hauls in the seventh like a poker player reaches for chips.

R8: Getting’ hot in that kitchen: neither girl shying away from the heat. They bump back in together mouth on shoulder--each stuffing the other thick right hands hot to breadbasket in repeat fashion. Ricci clouts Dani’s jaw a hook, doubles up fat as Fishel stares back stunned. Fishel pounds a right upside Ricci’s head, then clocks her a left to stagger Chrissy back a few steps--Dani stomping forward with slug-lust in her eyes. Senseless brutality--both girls lumping up--both accepting shivering, withering blasts in the body, crumpling momentarily, then dredging up fresh reserves of pride to turn the other back. Dani finally forced into the ropes and mauled as Ricci splatters her a brace of lefts and rights  face, breasts and ribs. Dani hurt, clinches around Ricci’s elbows, feeling the hot weight of Christina pressing her into ropes. Ricci’s round and she lets Dani hear it--chirping as ref pushes Chrissy back from breathless Fishel.

R9: Both girls groggy, mindless at this point: but output’s till high, the punches hot and loud against stubborn bodies and granite chins. it’s just clubbing, tucking stuff--anytime a girl can bump or push for an opening. They’ll just lean in mouth on shoulder, hips back--and one girl’s arms will pump back and forth, the fists plowing in to the tender meat beneath until it’s the opponent’s turn. Always, the mission is the same: back the other woman to the ropes and batter her. The competition is so hot midring precisely because the consequences for backing up are so high. Final minute, Ricci emerges stronger again, eventually pushing Dani against the ropes and smashing away as poor Fishel covers up. Dani sullen, doubled over in her crossed arm, just sponging it up as Christina smashes hammer-fists against the offered lower back. Bell: Ref tugging Ricci by her elbow and warning her about the tenderness of a girl’s kidneys--Chris glaring up at

the man, still trembling with eagerness to get at Dani.

R10: Same again: just a merciless, mindless, war of attrition as little jigglers jostle-to and slug it up. Step by agonizing step, it’s Ricci pushing Dani back, Ricci wearing Dani out. Fishel’s back hit’s the ropes and Dani emit’s a little sob of frustration, immediately rewarded by a brace of bashing lefts and rights against her breasts. Ricci piling on, looming over crouching Dani to ream her right hands up into belly; pushing Dani sideways to ropes to beat her  buttocks, back and tummy; bumping Dani shoulders and hooking her. Fishel getting trounced, but refusing to go down--SHE brawls back late to fight her way off the ropes in a hellacious trade of wincing lefts and rights at the bell. AND THEY’RE STILL AT IT! Ricci tags Dani a swinging right on the cheek--Dani pounds Ricci a right cross on the chin and hooks her ribs--ref has to get in there as girls fall in mouth-on-shoulder to continue the festivities. Come back 1 point duke--Dani’s knockdown holds up the difference--UD10 Dani Fishel.

After: Ricci bleak with heartbreak; she fought her guts out tonight and comes up short by the slenderest of margins. Beat up, lumped up, worn out Dani Fishel clapping, applauding Christina’s efforts--Fishel acknowledging Chrissy’s heroic, Dani-busting fight tonight. “Put me in the camp that saw Christina beating Allison Mack,” Dani says in post fight. “Ricci’s tougher than Mack, and hits just as hard--that was a brutal, brutal fight she gave me tonight, then she’d wrestle me off and we’d be right back where we started. Good for her: Chrissy’s never had the kind of support a lot of the more established names have had, and I think she’s finally coming into her own.”

Reposted by Archer 7/5/11.