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28 April 2007 Kelly Clarkson vs Danielle Fishel

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 8 months ago

Originally posted by Simguy on 4/28/2007, 9:15 am.

 

Before: Clarkson just bursting following a hardworking UD10 over Eliza Dushku—Kelly’s barely come down from the high before setting her sights on her next bantam mountain to climb. “I can’t wait to tuck into Dani!” Clarkson gushes, eyes sparkling. Good sport Dani grinning, clapping along with everyone else—Fishel’s competitive drives kicking in as Kelly crows. “I’ve got into this sport with the idea of overhauling Dani, and now I’m finally ready. It’s gonna be great—back and forth, back and forth—I know Dani’s not going to give an inch and neither will I. Ever since we signed papers, I’ve been visualizing Dani quitting, and let me tell you—I get goosepimples every time!”

 

Fishel eager to take the mic, enthusiastically receiving Kelly’s spirited challenge. “I’ve heard all this crap before,” Dani acknowledges, “but somehow, from Kelly—I know it’s heartfelt and she really means it. After what she did to Eliza, I know this isn’t a Lacey Chabert or Alyssa Milano type Dani-Buster—Kelly’s got heart and insane drive. I know she’s excited and I am too—we’re gonna butt heads and see who’s boss—just like it oughta be!”

 

Kelly in green/purple floral print bikini, hard working ponytail, white gloves. Dani in navy bandeau bikini with supporting shoulder straps, large baby-blue polka dots, white gloves—much longer, low ponytail with bangs for Fishel, Girls smiling during staredown, touching’em up with vigour, jogging back to respective corners all a-jiggle.

 

During R1: Oh my—that’s good digging. Girls stomp-to, hunker in head-to-head, bumping with the left shoulder and hooking tuff amidships. Right hands protecting right cheek/temple—girls straining to stay tucked in, torquing off short, scrubbing hooks tummy, ribs, tits. First minute—Kelly holds her ground: second minute—Dani’s starting to lever Clarkson out of her foxholes, stepping/bumping Kelly ropeside. Final minute—Kelly hits the ropes—earmuffs up—takes a vicious hook across her paunch—Dani popping hips—right pulling the punch onto Kelly—mitt getting gouging impact on beef, then twists off the meat to follow through snappy back to Dani’s tummy: Kelly breathless. Fishel mops up—crowding Kelly, bullying her forehead on forehead. Dani right to Kelly’s jaw—frepeating the work on the left side. Clarkson stubborn and brave, soaks it up—but Dani’s working her over methodical at the bell.

 

R2: Midring negotiations hard, sweaty, brutal—girls in there shoulder-bumping, crowding close, hooking jugs and tummy beefy. Clarkson backing up sooner than she had in the first—Dani really earning her pay in Kelly’s midsection, hooking paunch with gusto. Clarkson jammed to ropes—she showed earmuff as she did last time: Dani remembers the tendency, neatly exploits it via a short, muscular left uppercut in tight, splitting Kelly’s mitts. Clarkson shook—chin check has her woozy: Dani right back to that body at the first sign of weakness, HOOKING that paunch.. Dani grunting loud when she sets and reefs her hardest hooks—getting murderous torque and extension as she twists into the work. Smaller, more compact left hooks and uppercuts bump and scrape at Kelly. Dani diligently pulling down Kelly’s earmuff, then clouting her jaw tidy—both sides of the plate getting work. Clarkson grimacing, hurt in her body, showing a sturdy chin: Dani not loading up to the head, but she’s working hard to land clean, short shots. Punishing round for Kelly—she suffers on the apron, getting a bell to bell dose of Dani. Bright smile Fishel—she jogs across the ring to her stool—still exuberant enough a this point in her career that Syren feels she has to calm her girl down and focus her. “When you take her to the ropes,” Syren says in clear, relaxed tones, maintaining staring eye contact throughout, “I want you to work her arms ok? Treat her just like we would mack—beat her biceps, stay on her body the way you have been, and keep knocking at her head. Oh, and Dani—that uppercut? Perfect.” Dani brightens at the rare compliment.

 

R3: Bruising toe-to-toe—Kelly stabilizing her front if still unable to impose her will. Grinding work—heads, shoulders and guards competing for limited space—bumping and jostling. Both girls open up and extend on longer punches down in the paunch or flank—but for the most part—it’s short, shrugging work—girls just trying to put muscular clout on each other. Kelly adopting Dani’s tactics of first pawing the guard down, then clouting—both girls catching tuff on cheeks and jaws—ponytails tossing. Stock legs stamping, full backsides quivering with effort—sheer strain of sturdy bodies constantly pressing and pushing vividly drawn in the flesh of each lass. Willful, hardworking fare—Dani still diligently jerking her left uppercut at points, picking Kelly up and startling her—it’s probably the difference in the closest two-closest two-way round yet as neither back touches ropes.

 

R4: Girls fll in punching—each squirming to get leather on meat. Kelly belting away with vigour, but it’;s Dani coming forward—Clarkson unable to get firm traction as willful Dani gets her way. Ropes: Kelly hits’em, earmuffing up—face visibly discouraged for the first time as Fishel’s brawn proves disconcerting. Dani rewards herself for roping Kelly with one of those torquing, fully-extended hooks—taking Kelly heavily in her waist, sitting Clarkson into cables with a sigh, Fishel sets up, works Kelly over: punishing, spanking blows on both biceps; tough forehead/tousle grinding—pushing Kelly’s face side to side; paw-downs setting up little jaw clouts; constant thumping work dished to ribs, lats, tummies, jug. Down the stretch, Kelly looking sleepy—goes toi a crossed arm against her body, slouching forward and soaking up Dani’s drubbing to the bell. Fishel turns away with exaggerated torso-action, drawing the feathery touch of her long ponytail across Kelly’s puffy face—causing Clarkson to blurt in outrage. Dani beaming—Syren mock scolding, hands on hips—ponylashing adding a little insult to injury. “Don’t be a brat,” Syren says as Fishel bursts out laughing in the corner.

 

CLARKSON/FISHEL conc.

 

Originally posted by Simguy on 4/28/2007, 9:16 am.

 

R5: Dani takes Kelly to ropes, bodies up tuff, really bullying Kelly. More of the meat grinder—Dani’s mitts bouncing off Kelly, gouging at her tummy, flattening and smudging her jugs. Fishel’s mitts snapping back to her chest or tummy on follow through—she bobs her torso in rhythm with the work—occasionally unleashing that shrieking hook low to flank or paunch with a banshee yell of sheer pleasure. BUT KELLY WON’T HAVE IT! Clarkson all banged up, but competing furiously—she beats Dani to a series of punches at the minute mark to smarten Fishel up: Dani still in control position at the ropes, but not working as brazenly. Rest of the way hot-tossing two way—high quality pressure fighting as the girls brawl in a telephone booth. Kelly assuming earmuff or crossed arm as she bends at her waist, or leans back to help defray the cost of engagement. Dani leaning in earmuff at times; closing up stance to show right hand at her cheek/left across her body. Both girls constantly pawing and bumping at each other to disrupt prepared defences. Bell: Kelly’s still working, hitting Dani a clouting hook to chun—Fishel infuriated, slams back left/right/left amidships—ref has to take a hand as tempers flare.

 

R6: Dani muscling Kelly to ropes at the open—too much of this fight is taking place on a little patch of canvas next to the Clarkson corner. OH THAT HOOK TO KELLY’S PAUNCH! Dani SCREAMIJNG as she laces his one—entire torso facing to her right as she heaves the blow across: Clarkson sobbing aloud, sitting into ropes—she’s WRETCHED with hurt! Dani dips down,, pushes into Kelly to stack her up, then digs at that threatened midsection—pumping rights and lefts as poor gurgling Kelly ties up behind Dani’s elbows. Kelly crying—Dani wriggling, trying to yank her arms clear—ref’s break buys Clarkson only a second or two before Dani comes hurtling back in. “ARMS! DANI ARMS!” Syren screaming, wanting Dani to be thorough here: All Fishel can see is jugs, tummy and chin. Kelly sponging a dreadful bombardment—BUT SHE RALLIES! Dani catching short lefts and rights as Kelly wills herself back from the brink---stocky legs digging in—Clarkson clubbing away from her heels. HAMMER AND TONGS! Dani giving over to bloodlust—willing to get tagged for just a glimpse of tummy or chin—they’re just slamming away toe-to-toe. Kelly resolute, trying to dig up Dani’s rack with rising jug-mug—Fishel grunting, furious, responding in kind. It’s all happening—short doubled up hooks to ears; uppercuts from either hand; wide body bows/shivering straight-arm delivery; short, tucked in body blows; chugging body blows in hup-hup combinations. Bell: nobody’s home—both girls hammering body mindlessly away until ref pulls’em apart. Kelly brawling her little heart out, but she’s wobbly-butt back to her corner, clearly getting the worst of the constant attrition.

 

R7: Another round wherein Kelly vigorously contests midring at the open, engaging in shoulder-to-shoulder heroics, only to be steadily, inevitably driven back and roped by Dani. Face-on-face, chest-to-chest, Dani’s just getting it done on Kelly—outworking her, beating her up, giving more than she’s getting. Kelly no defensive wizard against the ropes—she’s taking a on of punishment, just grimly soaking it up, curvy legs holding her up—but Fishel allowed too much latitude to execute here. Kelly’s biceps thoroughly and methodically pummeled now—Dani realizing that KO might not happen without further softening her foe,. Bell: Dani pushing off roughly—Kelly irate, pushes Dani pushes min back—Fishel whirling, giving fresh battle as ref rushes in yet again.

 

R8:  Dani takes Kelly to ropes, beats Clarkson without mercy. Same as all the rest, but less coming back from Kelly now—Dani allowed to operate with near impunity. Fishel still bobbing, crossing/uncrossing her arms Frazier style—taking care of her defense despite signs of collapsing resistance—Dani showing veteran sensibility as she applies polish. Clarks’ face all puffy, eyes swelling—she’s so brave, but this is tough to watch: you have to punch back on Dani, or things get bad in a hurry. Bell: Fishel nodding fiercely as she looks Kelly over. Kelly staggering en route to her stool, looking badly shopworn through 8.

 

R9: Kelly summons unguessed reserves—meeting and matching Dani midring. Same clubbing two-way brutality, but after the first minute, it’s Fishel taking her first backward steps of the fight. Kelly pouring into the only breach she’s been able to open up tonight—redoubling her efforts to Dani’s stomach, then chugging furiously up into jug: Fishel starts to backpedal, looking a little green around the gills. Hook catches Dani awkwardly as she’s moving back and to her right: she covers up earmuff, turning to her right—Kelly pounces, bull-rushing Dani head first to ropes. Thrilling moment for Clarkson—she finally rides Dani ropes, squares away and works on her: Kelly’s mitts now splashing off Dani’s skull, shoulders, breasts, biceps, ribs, tummy. Fishel crossing her arms, tilting forward, trying slip-and-crowd tactics as Kelly scrubs away for her first points. Bell: Kelly chests up on Dani and blows hair out of Dani’s eyes with a feisty tirade—ref has to break it up as fresh violence is about to explode.

 

R10: Dani slams the door in Kelly’s face, taking Clarkson to ropes and emphatically shutting her out of the tenth round. Numbing bombardment just too much—Kelly all used up, grimly alternating her hand position, tilting forward and back, but she’s just taking a relentless pasting now, Fight may be won, but Dani’s not holding back—she beats at Kelly’s biceps with such vigour that Clarkson sobs out loud, no longer effective—lots of pushing and bodying up before hand to jostle Kelly into position. Clarkson’s beaten, but she simply effuses to give Dani satisfaction: Kelly lays against ropes, battered beyond recognition, but keeping her feet to the bell. Dani seething, but resisting temptation to taunt: Fishel knows and respects heart when she sees it. UD10 wide (9 rounds to 1)—Dani Fishel.

 

After: Clarkson’s will breaking only after the fight—legs give way in her corner and she’s quickly tended to by her cornermen: what an exhausting, heartbreaking night for Kelly Clarkson. Dani lumped up and wincing for her interviews—she took it out of Kelly tonight, but it didn’t come cheap. “I’m one big bruise,” Dani admits cheerfully enough, “but I definitely gave that girl the beating of a lifetime tonight. I can’t believe she didn’t go out on to me. Seriously—Kelly’s unbelievably stubborn—there’s no way her corner should have let her fight the last half of this contest. I just abused her hip to head—worked her arms—she really wasn’t punching with authority once I started beating her biceps. I’d love to see Kelly in with Allison Mack—I think that’s a fight Clarkson’s ready for and we’d see a really good scrap. She was brave tonight, but outclassed—she’s not ready for full-on Dani just yet.”

 

Reposted by Archer 7/16/09

 

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