Posted by Simguy of 12/31/2004, 5:47

Before: Dani a marked women in  ’05—plenty of up and coming little fireplugs want her spot—press dubbing the opposition collectively as “Dani Busters”. Amy saying all the right things in prefight, “I’ll back her up,” and “I’ll outwork her—I’ll out-Dani Dani in this fight.” Dani heartily amused, applying plenty of psychological pressure in response. “Look, Amy, you’re cute—you really are—but you’re no Dani Buster. You know what you remind me of? That talking lamb sock-puppet—whatsername? LAMBCHOP! Yeah, that’s it—I’m calling you ‘Lambchop’ until you actually earn a better label.” Fishel swiveling in her chair, guffawing as Amy stand bolt upright, cheeks flushed—Dani waving Amy on in, goading her as BSE officials hold little Davidson back. Interesting aside: Dani and Britney apparently having words at the Mandalay Bay pool days beforte the fight—Spears telling Fishel in no uncertain term what she will and won’t tolerate in this fight, “I told her to go pound herself,” Dani tells Tractorpull. “Britney Spears doesn’t tell me what to do, and I’m not the one deliberately targeting other fighters. Lambikin’s got two hands and one big fat mouth: let her handle her own business!”

Amy in green sports bra cut bikini style top, yellow vine print, yellow bikini bottoms, black shoes—Dani similarly ballistic in navy two piece with big pale polka dots—bandeau type top supported w3ith bra straps, white shoes,

During R1: Dani stepping forward in the Frazier bob and weave, arms crossed but hands always moving, sometimes protected rib, sometimes protecting chin. Fishel announcing herself to Amy’s midriff with hooks from the bob; great thumping whacks on paunch, backing Davidson up. Amy at the ropes, dukes at her temples, digs in and slugs back—short right hands hammer-dropped from the guard, dip n’dig hooks hard up into Dani’s ribs. Fishel won’t be moved: she bumps and palm-shoves, bullying Amy, punching in rhythmic jerks to the hips, arms, whistling past chin. Dani round: Amy defiant and combative.

R2: Similar stuff—Dani with the herky-jerk upperbody setting the tone, getting off first, backing Amy up: Davidson brave, digging in when there’s no where else to go and slugging back hard in spots. Fishel busier, craftier—using the stubby jab in close to upset Amy’s timing, palming with the right hand to set up hooks, crowding in with her head and shoulders to ride Davidson into the ropes, Dani’s round: Amy’s corner wants her to start quicker in the rounds—“Don’t let her be the first all the time.”

R3: Amy responding to coaching, dropping the right hand top of Dani’s head, clipping her chin the left hook, then dropping down to get into Dani’s rightside ribs the hook. Fishel crossing her arms, bumping her shoulder into Amy instead of backing off—Davidson letting her hands go, but not backing Fishel up. Savage trade develops as both girls want the other on her heels—crowd roaring as both work hard out of crouches, bending into torrid rights, hoisting vicious licking hooks and DAVIDSON GOES DOWN! Trade in hooks goes Fishel’s way—Amy’s chin tugged hard to port—she’s dropped to her backside with a stunned expression. Fishel hamming it up: hands on hips, chin up in mock-superhero pose, as though listening to a triumphal blast of trumpets—Britney livid at ringside. 8 count Amy—she takes one step off the ropes then gets tackled HARD right back in there—Fishel barreling ion and climbing right into Davidson’s trunks for a swarming finale. Amy shoved and slugged—bullied and mauled—Davidson’s but deep in the ropes, stocky torso taking a stamping as Fishel’s fists romp to the finish line.

R4: Dani flashing that famous grin, advancing on Amy, bringing the fight to her. Davidson snarling, slugging hard, but Fishel’s pressure has redhead’s feet parallel or backpedaling—Davidson unable to move into her shots, midway through, Amy with a spicy left/right/left buffeting Dani’s face—Fishel grins, slugs her own jaw lefts and rights and roars for more from Amy D. Davidson a little awed, shying away—she finishes up suffering on the ropes as Fishel gets in here snug and POUNDS away tummy to the bell.

R5: Amy really wearing down—face shiny with hurt, eyes wincing, she’s walked into and bodied up on at the ropes as Dani pours on extra helping of punishment, Fishel with her head or chin on Amy, hands at Davidson’s hips as Amy tries sliding along ropes” Dani scuttling sideways to stay on top, rubbing and grinding away in there. Fishel brawny off the bump, getting into Davidson with gorgeous hooks to rib, short, choppy rights on the cheek or swinging rights behind the elbow, constantly nudging Amy upright with the extended left elbow/right palm shove. Amy bludgeoned senseless this round, not answering back—she’s looking shabby, shopworn for the first time tonight. Fishel grinning at the bell, nodding bug en route to her corner—BSE ringside not comfortable with Dani’s obvious relishing: Britney’s lips clearly mouthing the word “taunting” over and over as camera catches her outrage.

R6; Amy tagging Dani a straight lead right, hooking Dani’s tits, hooking Dani’s liver pop-pop: Fishel walks straight through it, bodying up thick, walking Davidson to ropes and applying the smear campaign all over again. Davidson wilting and sluggish—punches bashing against her torso and biceps when she leans back into the ropes, tucking in thick behind her elbows when she bends forward. Amy’s attempts to clinch she her stacked up and ragdolled into ropes as Dani won’t have it. Fishel loving it—laying in with her cheek and shoulders to press Amy up, getting off with short hooks and uppercuts—systematically gobbling Davidson up tummy to head, Break: Amy slumping on her stool, wincing as her ribs are tended to, lumping up facially from the non-stop clout; Dani effervescent in her corner, stomping her feet happily, wide eyed, fresh and alert to Syren’s instructions.

R7: Dani pouring herself on Amy, all grins, all the time. Davidson landing the right hand, but unable to come forward—Fishel’s punching much harder, shaking Davidson wherever the blows land. Amy bullied into the ropes and ransacked again—she’s very groggy, taking blows without reacting, just drooping there, butt in the strands. Dani exhaling “HAH!” as she pulls haymaker rights into the waist, or swivels hips to haul home the hooks, pressing up on Amy’s deadweight to stack her erect and expose her to cleaner punching. Crashing left, right on the chin has Amy staring at the bell, hands stacked chest and tummy, bravely getting to the bell on her feet.

R8: Dani glowing—she’s got Amy out on her feet, all busted up, not punching back…and Fishel’s pouring even MORE on! Dani stepping with Amy along the ropes, POUNDING rights and lefts, jumping into her hooks as she twists her hips through the motion. Davidson grimly hanging on, guard too weak to stop the incoming, chin getting snagged and clipped, ribs bombarded. Many times Amy’s knees buckle, but she sags back into the ropes, stays upright—actually a mistake as she desperately NEEDS to take a knee. Dani crowding in, getting tied up on occasion—ref tugging her free and pushing her back—Fishel always wading back in, big smile Late the round, Amy D feet parallel, pushing out midless, weak punches—Dani grazes the chin a creaming right, shifts her weight and pulls a SHATTERING hook across Davidson’s chin. Amy’s head swivels sick, hands outstretched as she totters numb into he ropes, then collapses to lie in a heap, right side. Ref doesn’t even bother to count: Dani grinning down, pounding mitts together as crowd roars to its feet! KO* in heartpounding fashion—Dani Fishel.

After: Fishel animated in her corner, making an early bid for Beating of the Year and KO of the Year ’05! Fishel removing her gloves, shaking out her hair when an angry Britney Spears barges in, Cuoco and Dani-Bustin’ Lohan in tow: fight was EXACTLY what Britney didn’t want to see happen. Dani’s nose out of joint: she’s explaining, with head and hand gestures, that doesn’t matter what Spears wants. Britney shoves Dani—Cuoco holds Britney back—Dani barks at Kaley—Lohan tells Dani to shut up—Fishel taunts Lindsay, “Britney your mommy now?”—Lohan shoves Dani and that’s it for Fishel. Dani dives brazenly into ALL 3 BSE vixens—initiating a crazy 1 on 3 brawl for a few moments until officials restore order. Dani still hot and bothered for her interview, maybe too angry to be addressing the camera: “You know working with her to beat down HISC, I had forgotten what a primadonna Spears is,” Dani says, white towel around broad shoulders, “She’s accusing me of carrying Amy, but you know what? Davidson and the rest are going to get my best: don’t call yourself a “Dani Buster’ if you don’t want my best fight. And I’ll tell you something else: Amy’s not ready to face me. BSE’s rushing her, probably even ruining her. My advice to her is get out before you get seriously hurt. You will never win a major title as long as I’m here—and I ain’t going anywhere!”

Reposted by Archer 2.3/10.