Posted by simguy on 10/30/2008

Before: "Not on my watch," Beverly repeats her training-camp slogan in prefight. "I already know what Brittany's thinking: get noticed on Bev; fight Hayden, and Kris Kreuk and Lacey and all the other top girls; become champion and live happily ever after. Not. Gonna. Happen. Brittany's gonna be the saddest little blonde in boxing when I'm finished with her. I'm gonna beat her up, and take all those opportunities for myself. Maybe the next little tramp who thinks she can springboard off me will think twice about it after Brittany gets thumped!" Snow wide-eyed, gushing with the press - she's the very picture of an ingenue in her first big PPV fight. "I'm just so excited." Brittany bubbles at the podium. "Beverly's been around the block - she stopped Shannen Doherty, so we know Mitchell's no joke...but I'm determined to show well against her. Everybody's been telling me I'm perfect for the FCBA right now - sturdy flyweights are 'in', and there are so many great fights for me to be a part of - so here I am!" Snow in ivory bandeau top with thin cami-strap support; navy bikini bottoms; white gloves. Bev in black bikini (sport-style top with scoopy bra front, trimmed in yellow; yellow ring connections at hips); blonde hair in loose curls; yellow gloves. When asked to touch 'em up during ring instructions - Bev pushes her left hand into Brittany's breasts and snarls "Get ready to cry!"

During R1: SHARP power punching from Brittany - Beverly chin-checked again and again as Snow delivers accurate, pounding lefts and rights from a crouch. Mitchell's form loosening as she's repeatedly hammered upon her face - she's stumbling to her right, blinking in shock when Brittany bends in a looping overhand right to sweep Bev to her back. Mitchell up shaky - as confused as she is hurt: Snow moves in after ref's 8 to show her wares against ropes. Torrid two-way slugging: Mitchell rocked, but savvy - she digs in, offers battle, stabilizes her front with a brave resistance. Snow snarling - crouching close, blazing away: pleasing spank of leather on robust little flyweight bodies sounds out as girls trade hectic to bell. Snow all business, very focused back to her corner; Beverly a little woozy - already busting up and looking frazzled after near disaster in the first.

R2: Mitchell recovers well, takes the fight to Brittany near the Snow corner. Rip-roaring trade: compact vixens fighting from crouches - batting each other's flanks; swiping each other's breasts; drumming each other's tummies; clubbing each other's temples. Good brisk give-and-take - gloves bouncing off sturdy shoulders and ribcage - both girls doing a nice job blocking at least some of the incoming. Bev able to step methodically forward: it's heavy work, with both lasses digging hard - but Mitchell's outhustling Brittany, backing her up through 2.

R3: Mitchell asserts herself. Her main plan: close-and-bang - but she's jabbing herself into position first - usually looking to place one straight right hand onto Snow's chin before crowding in close to work feverish flyweight hup-hup. Brittany badly outpunched this round - preempted by Beverly's stubby poke; suppressed by Bev's thumping volume. Mitchell pressurizing Snow all around the ring, digging her up, batting her about. No one real showcase punch: the whole round is Beverly coming forward, getting work done on Brittany, dominating the kid every which way from bell to bell.

R4: Mitchell continues to be the aggressor - pushing the pace, backing a stubborn Snow up. Bev diligent to Snow's fightin' midriff and ribs - softening Brittany up with thudding work, then checking her chin short, blunt right crosses. On her right hands - Bev's pursing her lips, scowling pretty as she drives-through, punching her opponent's face aside. Snow beginning to melt under Bev's unforgiving rights: Mitchell hopping forward now as Brit stumbles, scrambling to get her hands back into position at her temples. Not much in the way of footwork from Brittany: when she's smote, she covers up, stays compact and just stands in front of Beverly, waiting for an opening. Mitchell able to pile on extra as a result of her foe's stubborn decision making. Of interest throughout - both girls trade plugging right hands close-in to breasts: fighters glaring, teeth bared as they plow rack, left hands dangling at respective sides. Crowd digging the brazen attempts to humble opposition jug.

R5: Tremendous slugging as Bev presses Britanny near the Snow corner: Mitchell snarling, punching furiously to Snow's breasts and face. Snow snarling, slugging back - both girls straight-backed, chins up - each just facing into murderous abuse, punching straight from the shoulder and BEV'S KNEES BUCKLE! Mitchell blinks first - she stumbles forward in a fog as Brittany sidesteps: Mitchell hits face-first to ropes and FALLS TO HER KNEES! Bev stunned, blinking out into the audience as her arms prop on middle rope: Brit jogs to neutral corner, face serious, eyes alert. Wonky 8, Bev Mitchell: Brittany quickly upon her. Snow showing gorgeous shove-n'-slug technique: brawny with Bev - bumping and reaching in on her to stack and bully before slugging. Bev baring her teeth, scowling crankily: she's getting her glutes waxed here - forced to dig in and fight her hardest off the apron to repel Brittany's advances. Mitchell robust, willful - she denies Snow satisfaction, but at a terrible cost: Brit able to POUND her foe's tidy waist, ribs and breasts with plucky, non-stop work through 5.

R6: Again Mitchell regroups - drawing on ring savvy to counter Brittany's effervescent punching. Bev jabbing, then hooking off the pivot-left: she's turning Brit, exposing the kid's stand-and-deliver footwork. Mitchell choosing her spots to curl in off Britney's right shoulder and dig at close range: Snow routinely outworked as Beverly dictates terms. Spiteful punching to Snow's rack shows Beverly won't be jugmugged without reprisal: Mitchell all up in there with short, shrugging blows, her teeth bared, eyes blazing as Snow whimpers in receipt.

R7: Slowly becoming more and more about rack as Beverly pushes-in, digs at Brittany's jugs, backs her up and demoralizes her. Snow punched up out of her crouch, then backed up: off her heels, she's getting trounced - girl needs to be set and pushing forward to be effective. Bev wading in - mouthbreathing now, but eyes alert, shoulders rotating, arms chugging. Girls ideally suited to set a digging, clubbing pace with each other - just a constant spanking of mitts on meat. Snow backing up, cringing as Bev's carving lefts and rights to the ribs on either side: Mitchell hard-working as she steps forward, digs, pushes, and walks her girl down for more. "LOVIN' IT!" A pumped up Bev shouts in Brittany's face at the bell.

R8: Continued slugging at a gleeful rate: both girls all a-jiggle with effort. Bump-n'-slug at close range - neither girl opting to clinch: they're in identical slugging crouches, shouldering each other around, then getting off snug. Bruising two way trade - Bev starting to get the worst of it as Brittany finds a home for that left hook in under Bev's right elbow. Final minute - Mitchell tottering forward, legs starting to give: Brittany fetches the veteran a tight little right uppercut, picking Bev's face up sleepy off her gloves. Hook takes Bev across the mouth, startling her; right uppercut REALLY jacks her up - Bev's head tossing back in a blur of curls. Hook to chin sets Bev on her heels, hands down, eyes blinking out S.O.S. - Brittany able to step forward, lean into a tight-arc overhand right, smashing the blow off Bev's punished face. DOWN GOES MITCHELL! Beverly's feet stay rooted as she's swept to her back: she hits all loose deadweight, already out on impact, head/backs of her hands bouncing off canvas. KO8 in upset fashion, Battlin' Brittany Snow.

After: Snow leaping about, bawling as she's mobbed by her handlers: tremendous upset KO of a sturdy veteran sets Brittany up as the latest in a long line of plucky, hard-punching little blondes at 110. "I'm still trembling," Brittany tells press in-ring, postfight. "When I stepped into her, I just saw her sort of switch off and relax backwards. It was the most awesome thing I've ever seen! Awesome!" Not so awesome for Beverly: brave veteran comes-to, immediately breaks down into groggy, heartbroken tears as she lets "little blonde pipsqueak" get past her tonight.