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18 Oct 2003 (Title) Ch Brittany Daniel vs Jennifer Odell

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 11 months ago

PARAMOUNT LIGHTWEIGHT TITLE

 

Originally posted by Simguy on 10/18/2003, 7:35 am

 

Before: Usual prefight shenanigans with Daniel. O’Dell at the mic, just about to speak—Daniel rushes in from the side, tugging at the front of Jenny’s blouse and shouting “BOOOO!” in disappointment at O’Dell’s jugs: mayhem ensues. Bout an interesting matchup of unorthodox blonde pressure fighters—winner could be the girl most willing to fight against type and show a bit of boxing look.

 

“To me, she’s just trash,” says Jenny unequivocally, “She may as well put those belts up on Ebay, the way we’re stripping them off her one by one.”

 

Daniel sniggering off –camera, telling compatriots, “I booed her jugs!”

 

Paramount title on the line. O’Dell in baby blue bikini, Daniel in black underwire bikini.

 

During R1: Raucous back and forth early. Jenny batting almost straight arm rights and lefts against Daniel’s flanks—nice spanking shots that have the champ scuttling out iof range to regroup. Daniel lunging in off an angle with a slashing lead right, clangs chin, swivels Jenny’s head and has her staggering back on her heels. Brittany following up with reloaded right hands at the head, then twisting her hips into a raking hook across imposing order with a disciplined jab keeping her distance—Brittany frustrated at arm’s length as O’Dell won’t cooperate.

 

R2: Daniel mounting urgent rushes early—all beaten back by a rock-steady Jenny in the pocket, banging out the jab, stepping to her left all cold eyed. Brittany brought to heel—lumping up some from stick—she’s taking a look outside, trying to map out a route to Jenny’s chest. Midway through—Brittany lunges in with the lead overhand right—Jenny shoots the jab over Brit’s right shoulder to block, runs the champ onto a blunt right uppercut and Daniel’s legs give way! Brittany shook up—Jen riding her left hand on Brit’s shoulder, steps right, tugs the champ forward and drifts her a tuff right hand on the cheek—tugs her gain, gets the right hand on the ear—Brittany held and hit, looking shabby as she tries to stabilize. Jenny with the right uppercut on the chin, firm left hand in the gut—she’s got Daniel staggering , and O’DELL POUNDS AWAY! Jenny feeling it—nothing coming back from Daniel—challenger hunches forward and guts Brittany a barrage of rights and lefts on the stomach, folding the champ forward. O’Dell stepping back in good order, walking Brit into punishment, picking her up tightly curling rights and lefts to jug and chin, reaching down either side to dig in behind the elbow. At the ropes, Jenny steps to the side—Brittany stumbles to her knees, staring out at the crowd and O’DELL SMOKES BRITTANY IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD! O’Dell landing cheap on a downed opponent—Daniel all dazed and outraged, struggles to climb the ropes. She’s up at 10, ref checks her eyes and WAVES IT OFF! TKO2 for the winner and new Paramount champ—Jenny O’Dell.

 

After: Daniel bursting into tears, then trying to maul the ref as the man is escorted away=-O’Dell with a superior smile, gold around her waist at last. Jenny pushes her way through the crowd to muscle up to the still-woozy Daniel—chest to chest for a stern rebuke, then O’Dell grabs Brittany by the shoulders, turns her and shoves her chest first into the turnbuckle, Jenny with a workmanlike smile as she props Brittany’s left leg in the turnbuckle, pushing up on Daniel from behind, blowing on her rigid right palm and asking the audience for guidance—howling bloodlust in response. Daniel quivering,. Tears welling up as she hugs turnbuckle—Jenny showing Brittany the right spanking hand, asking is she wants it—then finally spitting, “You’re definitely not worth it,” before strutting away, hands high. Brittany sobbing, all hung up, deemed unspankworthy, stripped of another belt—she’s been shown up tonight and she knows it.

 

Reposted by Archer 4/12/09.

 

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