Posted by Simguy on 9/30/2005, 6:59 am.

Before: “most you know I wanted this fight months ago,” Dani tells assembled press in prefight, “and Kiana begged off. She said she was retired, she said she didn’t want that kind of hard fight at this point in her career—so I let her go. Then she brutalized Hilarie and I just said: enough’s a freakin’ nuff. It’s not that Burton took a beating—we’re not golfing here, beatings WILL happen—but it’s the way Tom took Hilarie that’s unacceptable. There was no respect for Hills as a woman, or as a fighter—Kiana just battered her like a thing, like some kind of doll, and you do that to a TE fighter and you answer to me. I’m making it my mission to put Kiana Tom out of boxing in this fight. She had her chance to beg and she walked away from it: now it’s time to fight.”  Kiana sneering, confident on her side of the dais—pasting Hilarie Burton evidently putting some of the ol’ body-shaping swagger back into Kiki’s boots, “I’ve had Allison Mack, Nicole Eggert and other Danoi Busters in camp for sparring, and I’ve gotten every single one of them of their feet,” boasts the former champ. “Maybe Dani’s forgotten what I’ve done to her over the years—well it’s time for a refresher. I’m going to bust Dani up like we haven’t seen in ages—I’m going to box her, outclass her, and label her right hands all night long, Anyone has written me off better get a new notepad: Kiana Tom is back and Dani Fishel must pay!” Dani in sporty navy bandeau with shoulder strap supports, large baby blue polka dots, white socks and shoes (aerobics look), punching ponytail with bangs framing her face, Keek in bulging black twist tie sport top, red boy cut trunks, white socks and socks. Girls refusing to touch gloves during ring instructions.

During R1: Kiana loose limbed, occasionally lifting the right hand, but dukes riding low as she steps and pivots. Fishel bobbing, weaving, crouching as she steps forward. Tom lashing right hand lead loud off Dani’s ear, then stepping away—sowing Dani the up-jab off the hip—Kiki boxing and moving a little stiffly, butr effectively in the first minute. Second minute, Dani pressing and Kiana lights her u a hiug right uppercut—Tom obviously looking for that punch, gets all of Dani’s chin,,,and Fishel walks through it. Bludgeoning Fishel punches smash off Keek’s shoulders, upper chest—forcing her ropeside: Dani sets up strong. Shove n’ slug beatdown administered—Fishel pushing Keek in the chest and bashing away at muscular fat-free arms; shining tanned ribs; glorious bulging jugs; flat, quivering belly meat. Tom grimacing, unable to answer back—she’s just covering up best she can, riding it out to the bell.

R2: Similar studff—Kiana out rangy early, potshotting Dani, trying to step aroyund her—Fishel snorting and chugging, always coming forward, applying tremendous pressure inbevitably hounding Keek to ropes, Tom landing authoritative right hands—looped to Danmi’s ears, uppercutted to her chin—but Fishel walking through it—fight always graduates ti the apron where Dani takes over, Bludgeoning beatdown commences—Kiana covering up, tilting foreward, shaking as Dani’s fists start processing whatever’s in front of her.

R3: Kiki already looking shopworn: Dani resolute coming forward with the same herky-jerk, stepping advance—stubby jabs, whistling hooks, pokey straight right hands until Kiana’s ropeside, Beatdown: Dani bobbing at her waist, punching in syncopation with her upper body movement, fists bouncing sharp and tangy off Kiana’s arms, chest, ribs, skull and tummy, Dani doubling up left hands—hooks and uppercuts—catching Kiki between the mitts after freezing her to the body. Tom mouthbreathing, wearing down: eyes are starting to swell, legs listless: Kiki not answering back off the ropes, starting to droop and suffer as Fishel enjoys long stretches of productivity.

R4: Bounce in Dani’s step, hard glint in her eyes: she’s systematically removing the suspense from this bout as Kiana Tom just can’t seem to rally, Kiki with a few moves, a few desultory punches as she’s backing up, but once on the ropes: she’s Dani’s. Fishel exhaling with hard : “HUH-uh” noises, ripping short uppercuts out of her bob, doubling up the left hand body and head. Keek morose, sullen—now leaning forward behind her mitts while soaking up ham to the body: now crossing her arms and being viciously clouted across her her head and shoulders. Fishing bashing away at the myth, the aura, even as she cudgeling the body: Kiana Tom looking like a very fit, shiny and tanned, but old fighter through 4 hard rounds of Dani.

R5: Kiana fans in attendance shouting encouragement, trying to stoke their fighter—but poor Tom forced to ropes and roasted as Dani continues to churn out punishment, Keek threadbare, staring through puffy slits, breathing through parted lips—she’s crossing her arms, lifting her elbows and getting CLOCKED as Dani welts away wide lefts and rights. Fishel’s fists smashing upside Kiki’s head, flattening her ears to either shoulder, jerking her sideways into the ropes, leaving her destitute. Kiki’s arms numb and tingly from the constant shelling—Fishel smashing the biceps and shoulders with relentless wallop, It’s just a meat-grinder, nothing fancy: Dani’s just stepping-to Kiana, putting mitts on muscle and beating her girl down the old fashioned way.

R6: Kiana approaching exhaustion, badly battered at this point. Corner urging her to surrender, but Tom won’t hear it: she still thinks she can knock Dani out. First minute, Tom on shaky, widespread pins tags Dani a bending right hand coming in…Fishel walks right through it and clubs Tom’s forehead a swiping right, sending the Hawaiian Hammer tottering to ropes, More beatdown—grim, relentless. Kiki leaning forward behind her mitts, sacrificing her flanks and tummy to Dani’s withering, non-stop body assault. Bell: Fishel can’t contain herself—shouting out “YES!” in exultation, jogging back to her corner fresh n’ sweaty., Poor Kiana wobbling back to her stool, eyes swollen shut, body slumping—a tragic, demoralized, ramshackle cartoon of the fighter she used to be.

R7: Just sickening now—many fans turning away or watching through spread fingers as Fishel stacks Tom up asnd continues to feastr and feat. HUH-uh: Kiki takes it on the flank, HUH-uh: Kiki’s head is clubbed aside via the hook. HUH-uh: Kiki trembles under ripping right hand blast to her midsection. On and on and on and on. Dani unhurried, putting everything she’s got into every punch—pushing up Kiana to reset her, constantly propping and jostling the lanky beauty., Tom’s face smashing back up off her mitts as uppercuts part her gloves—crowd groaning in sympathy—some in the audience calling on the ref to stop the fight as Kiana is sent staggering, windblown to her corner once again.

R8: More beatdown—ref: please stop this fight. Keek a tottering wreck—hands weak at her face, guard easily punched through as Dani shifts her hips and unloads with gusto. Tom crossing her arms, starring shiny-faced into shellack—Dani clobbered away with lustful, clubbing lefts and rights, smashing at the chest, shoulders and skull with renewed vigour. It’s all too much—cascading, sheeting blows rain down over a minute as Tom falls apart at the seams. FINALLY crumpling in stages to sprawl face down at Dani’s feet. Fishel glaring down hot at Kiana’s back—no trace of remorse as she stomps away all twitching ponytail and angry buttocks., No count needed: concerned ref waves this thing off as poor Kiki slumbers, lips wet on the canvas, KO8 in heartbreaking fashion, Dani Fishel.

After: How cheeky is this? Stacy Kamano gets up at ringside, slapping her hand on the apron and screaming for Kiana to “GET UP YOU LAZY COW!” taking a cheap shot at the boss as To sleep it off none the wiser. Kiki revealed as an old, shot fighter—all those rounds, all those brutal wars on her wiry, lanky frame taking their toll tonight as Dani rolls to victory like a little Patton. In days to follow, weepy Kiana announces her retirement from professional competition, adding lustre to an already sweet, sweet triumph for a crowing Fishel.

Reposted by Archer 5/12/13.