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Posted by simguy 10-15-05 (Thanks to Ginny for this repost)

Krusher propaganda promising special 'Dani-beating protocols', secret closed sparring sessions for Jaime - on and on - Dani isn't impressed. "All I know is they tried to get out of this fight," Fishel shrugs at the dais. "They hoped Kiana would ace me so they could duck me - they've done all they can to baby their girl, but looks like she's gonna have to fight after all. To me, this is Jaime's first real test at bantam. She snuck into the championship against a shopworn Connelly, she beat up an undersized Dushku - I'm still not convinced she's carrying the weight like a champion should." Pressly cocky as ever, doesn't mind mixing it up with Dani in prefight. "Just because I don't have a fat paunch rolling over my waistband doesn't mean I'm not a legit bantam," Pressly smirks. "I'm tight, I'm sharp, I'm fast - I'm everything I need to be to smack this bytch around. Baby, you ain't in with no 40 year old has-been now: you're in with the champion of the whole freakin' world! Get ready, 'cause it's comin'!" Dani in navy bandeau with bra strap support, large baby blue polka-dots, puncher's ponytail with bangs framing the face. Jaime in baby blue stretch-lace crop cami top, beige low-rise stretch lace boy cut panties. Small gloves both vixens.

Rd 1: Pressly jabbing to close, leaning in tousle-to-tousle with Dani, dukes at cheeks. Jaime pulling out onto her right foot, twisting hard into biting left hooks, doubling 'em into left uppercuts; easing back onto the left foot to dig left hands to Dani's ribs (right hand always tight to cheek throughout). Fishel clipped and cuffed, banging back hard left hands to the flank and bicep. Pressly basically committing toe-to-toe, outworking Dani - short, sharp, biting punches picking up Fishel's chin, tattooing her ribs as champ hammers out a taut-punching first.

Rd 2: Same again - Pressly determined to draw a line in the canvas and prevent Dani from crossing. Fishel dukes at her cheeks as well, bobbing, hooking out of the bob - pleasing two-way spank as girls grind tousle, shift weight from one foot to the other for leverage. Pressly tugging hooks, jerking uppercuts to chin, dipping n' digging hooks behind Dani's elbow - lots of snappy, biting blonde leather beats Dani for points in another busy heat.

Rd 3: Fishel issuing a stubby little jab, taking the initiative away from Pressly, turning on a hard right up the middle and twisting into a whistling hook amidships - Jaime's backing up, lips pursed with hurt. Jaime grimacing, butt in ropes, dukes at cheeks - she's rubbing, bumping with Dani, but Fishel's ripping punches. Dani in her element, dishing out thick, sumptuous shellack - mostly via hellacious left hooks, but spiced up with bludgeoning little rights to the back of Jaime's skull or hot above her left hip. Pressly's taut frame shaking from the pounding - Dani squirming in to fight off the chest, stomping for position inside, keeping Jaime pinned down. Hamhanded wallop applied with relentless fury: Jaime's arms, chest, tummy, flanks, ears and jawlines subjected to sheeting punishment. Dani shoving and slugging bell to bell - down the stretch - Jaime moist-eyed, takes a wincing knee, breathing hard through her mouth. Fishel steps back beaming, blowing a lock of hair out of her eyes: that's good work if you can get it!

Rd 4: Jaime's trainer wants leg this round - Pressly delivers. Stick and move - blonde light, lithe, on the balls of her feet, tap-tapping a chiselling poke at Dani's face. Fishel grinning throughout, bobbing and weaving in the crossed arm as she comes forward, but she's having no luck cutting off the ring. Breezy round of boxing, Pressly, as she tarts Dani up - but Fishel laughing, taunting at the bell.

Rd 5: Dani gets on Jaime with stubby jabs, blunt right hands in the flank, clubbing hooks upside the head: Pressly's back on the ropes, showing earmuff. Heartless beatdown applied - Dani wriggling in to palm up on Jaime's shoulders, top of her head under Jaime's chin as ribs and tummy are ROASTED via pumping two-gun barrage downstairs. Pressly's lips curled back in hurt - she's trying to squirm low, wrap Dani up under her arms - anything to bog the little juggernaut down. Fishel shoving, bumping, then laying on the crowbar - she's treating Jaime to all the finesse of a parking-lot beating at 3AM. Bell: Pressly shivering in the aftermath, arms hanging limp at her sides - fight's all even after 5 serious heats.

Rd 6: Pressly back in close - leaning in forehead to forehead, easing onto the right (back) foot to bite hooks and left uppercuts, tugging Dani's chin, polishing up her face. Leaning in on the left (front) foot, Pressly's getting choice angles for the hook downstairs, tucking it in firm behind Dani's elbow and getting meaty impact on those sturdy ribs. Fishel shaking off chin-checks, but she's frequently on her heels - when Jaime sets and rips tidy inside, she's ringing Dani up and pre-empting her.

Rds 7-8: Heavy banging action - Pressly laying in maybe too much as Dani starts to impose will inside. Fishel stepping Pressly back in hot two way action - Fishel working primarily wide to the waist and flanks - Pressly biting back with hooks and uppercuts, then trying to lean in to push Dani back. Pressly doing a nice job spinning off the ropes, but she's lost the war to back Dani up: Fishel's coming forward and punching hard through 8.

Rd 9: Glorious hooks light Dani up midring - Jaime snarling, feet spread wide puts together the flashiest combinations of the fight - hooks and shearing right crosses startling Fishel to the face. Dani stunned, crouching on the spot, waiting for the squall to pass - Pressly able to land three stab-and-retract right hands hard on the jaw, pushing prettily off the right big toe for perfect leverage FINALLY has Dani wobbly butt! Fishel backing off to her right, right hand at her left cheek - Pressly in hopping pursuit. James hunting Dani down all over the ring, raking her hooks and crosses whenever Fishel digs in, then walking Dani down as she totters away. Crisp, slashing punches tear at Dani's too-cute features, smashing her face side to side - Dani wobbly butt, not moving her head much, reactions slowing as the hurt piles up. Pressly working in and out on springy legs, playing her fists back and forth - buggy-whip right hands, licking hooks and left uppercuts - it's a virtuoso display of handspeed as Jaime hammers out a decisive ninth.

Rd 10: Toe-to-toe, tousle-to-tousle - Jaime settling down and banging away with those tight, doubled up left hooks or hook/uppercut combinations off the right foot - working the ribs by leaning in onto the left foot. Fishel glum, lumping up, not punching back - she's leaning forward stubbornly, not giving ground, but Pressly's tearing fists are eating the challenger up. Jaime so tight n' precise with those hooks, turning her torso, getting her shoulder behind 'em, keeping the right hand at her cheek - biting blows really discouraging Dani to the face and right eye. Emphatic shutout 10th for the champ and at the bell: Pressly leans in from the right side to deposit her elbow in Dani's unprotected breadbasket, drawing a shout of anguish as poor Fishel hugs her guts and stoops forward in shock. Comes back UD10 by a single point for the winner and STILL bantam champ - tuff Jaime Pressly.

After: Pressly crowing, bundling together her belts and holding them under Dani's nose, forcing a bitter confrontation that has to be diffused by alert officials. Jaime boxing in spots, but taking care to punch hard as well - Dani-beating protocol appears to have been a basic get-respect plan from the open.

"Definitely," Jaime nods in postfight, shifting heavy gold on her shoulder, "I wasn't going to the ropes and trying to finesse this chick the way Hu or Kiana did - you may as well lay down for Dani if you're going to do that. I had to chop her up, I had to punish her - anyone who doesn't bring it to Dani will get steamrolled."

Fishel downcast, but classy enough to offer some words: "Jaime punched extremely well tonight," Dani shrugs, eyes puffy, face shiny from Pressly's busy fists. "I didn't expect her to stand with me and I think I got the better of a lot our exchanges, but she did a nice job managing her distance, moving her head with her punches - I didn't get a lot of good looks at her. Her body held up - I mean - I made her take that knee, but I couldn't make her quit tonight. Gotta hand it to her: those punches would have stopped Dushku or Connelly - busted 'em in half. Jaime's sturdier than I thought she was for sure. That cheap elbow at the end tells you all you need to know about Jaime, though: she's a Krusher all right, and she's GOING to pay!"