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9 March 2010 Dani Fishel vs Alyssa Milano

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Posted by simguy on 3/9/2010, 5:38 pm

BEFORE: Fresh start for Dani: she's looking for a good opponent, not necessarily a bitter rival in the upcoming Milano hook-up. "I'm ready to turn the page and..." MILANO DIVES IN FROM STAGE LEFT! Dani tackled to the floor - Alyssa in Fishel's hair - Alyssa throwing body punches from the sprawl - security charging the mound: so much for water under the bridge. Prefight sessions degenerate into screaming matches - girls often reefed apart by officials - legs kicking out at each other as they're lifted off the floor. Looks like time hasn't healed any of the old wounds between these two. Dani in metallic blue bikini with subtle horizontal striping off a slightly darker hue; white gloves; dark hair full, bouncy, and loose. Alyssa in rust bikini top, brown bottoms; black gloves; brown hair in slick ponytail. Ref asks 'em to touch 'em up - Milano instantly smudges her mitts into Dani's titts, initiating pre-fight squabble. OTHER SHENANIGANS: Milano holding up Hayden's new fitness mag cover in comparison to Annalyne McCord's new cover this month, trumpeting: "Poor Hayden! She snags a cover and gets her doors blown off! BOO HOO!"

During R1: Milano wading into Dani...head down, shoulders rolling rights and lefts in chugging bursts DIRECTLY INTO DANI'S TRUNKS! Fishel grunting, stunned, backing up: Milano leather slapping off thighs, sinking into tenderness. Ropes - Dani gurgling, hurt - left haunch on middle strand as she turns left side slightly into cables. Milano crowds in on Dani's right side - left arm round Dani's lower back - that right hand still pumpin': couple more blasts to the crotch have Ref ready to issue a break - Milano switches to jug, pumpin' up in there as Fishel bleats in pain. Dani eventually able to squirm tummy to tummy, wrestling Alys to ropes, holding her for break: Fishel warned for excessive holding as Milano cackles. Brawling: Dani damaged, but enraged - slugging mindlessly, hair lashing across her eyes as she lays down leather. Milano backing away - smote atop her skull, across her breasts: she's snarling, looking to walk Dani forward, then sweep a right hand into her guts. Action spills round the ring as Dani gains momentum - fury pouring her forward: Milano definitely wilting late despite all her early ill-gotten gains.

R2: Dani smoldering - still furious: she's bobbing in crossed arm, stepping off the ring, working from the crouch. Hooks from Dani blaze up and across from her waist, spooking Alyssa. Stubby right hands locate Milano's tits, punching her straight back. Alyssa gunshy, but showing good bouncy mobility - clearing her back of ropes with hopping lateral movement before Dani can trap her. Good recovery for Fishel: she's moving forward, carrying the fight.

R3: Stubby, short-girl jabbing from Milano: she's punching Dani's face - sidestepping left - pursing lips as she pokes Fishel into compliance. Dani bobbing in crossed arm - occasionally forming earmuff against Milano's surprisingly educated left hand: Fishel encircled, getting turned midring. Dominant jab leads to opportunistic right hands against Dani's breasts: Milano stamping in short, straight jammers to rack - sometimes cleaning up hooks on her way out. Fishel sputtering: nose is bloodied, and jugs under fire as she falls off the pace. Bell: brazen Alyssa turns her back to Dani, pops a lat spread to show off a well toned back, pumping up a glute as well to burn Fishel's cheeks crimson.

R4: Dani up the middle: Alyssa's there with triplet jabs; snatching left hooks to body; cute swivel-pivots left. Classy stuff from Milano who hasn't always shown her skills: she's short n' crisp - touching Dani up. Fishel able to bull forward under heavy fire; when she gets there, Milano's usually able to tuck a right hand to paunch, then cuddle up - stalling Dani's advance. Ref issuing breaks - Milano stepping immediately to her left - showing Dani plenty of lateral movement, rarely lingering right in front.

R5: Fishel's got a stubby jab - starts jamming it onto Milano's rack: hooks follow suit and Alyssa backs up. Ropes: Alyssa baring teeth under pressure - legs in wide A frame as she trades desperately with back to cables. OH Dani's loading up! Huge, sideswiping right brushes Alyssa's lips, spooking her; lusty left just missing as Dani swings from her pockets, twisting on her hips. Fishel's buttocks shuddering with the violence of her stepping and swinging: Alyssa on her heels, but bravely punching-with, looking to time Dani's haymakers. Fishel takes hook to chin - shakes it off - keeps sweepin'. Right hand upside Alyssa's head straightens her, stiffens her: left hand cashes in ALL of her chin! Loose-neck head swivel, Alyssa Milano - her hands dropping to her waist as she sags into ropes. She's out - eyes close, eyebrows arched high in swoon, lips pursed: Dani fits her for an extra left hook to chin, batting that head around one more time as Milano's en route to canvas. KO5 Dani Fishel - but she's livid - refusing to leave the area as ref's forced to body her back.

AFTER: Dani glaring up at big-screen as replays show Alyssa's awesome trunk-pounding assault: crowd moaning in sympathy as Dani folds into ropes, shipping it brutal. "I can't believe..."Dani sputters - still charged up, "My guys told me in the corner that we weren't going to get a fair shake tonight - and I just did what I had to do. Milano's mean, and cheap, but she can't take a full on brawl with me and that's what I gave her. There was no way she was leaving this ring under her own power tonight - not after the way she sailed into me. She would have had to hit me with her stool to hold me back tonight. HATE her!" Right on cue: STOOL SHOT! Seething Milano lays Fishel out - honkytonking her from behind. Dani sprawling onto her face...Milano swinging the stool around to clear the area, then heaving it out into the audience. Glaring down - Alys kicks Dani's curvy legs together, then squats down hard on her hammies - bracing herself with hands splayed flat against Dani's proud backside. ALYSSA'S RUNNING DANI'S BUNS! Crouching slightly forward, left hand braced in Dani's back - Milano swings away righty - her fist taking Dani in her right thigh-dimple with bright PAK! PIK! punching noises. Shifting, Alyssa works in the left hand, licking her lips, pumping away. Dani: out; left cheek down; lips pursed; hair across her eyes...body's just shimmying on the spot with the impacts. Eventually, Milano crouches in closer on Dani - left hand now bracing on canvas to allow for right forearms to plow straight across the rump. Aly working rump like an MMA ground and pound bag - hammering a message into Dani's subconscious. Sight of Garner breaking through security finally sends Milano scampering: poor Dani lying in swoon - chair-shot and rump-bumped back to the stoneage!