Posted by Simguy on 11/25./2005, 9:40 am.

Before: Kelly C lays it out on Rick Dees top 40 program: “I’m the Dani-Buster who’s gonna live up to the name!” Kelly blurts. “I’ve been sparring with Alyssa Milano (ed. note: Alyssa generally spars for free with anyone who has an upcoming Dani Dance), Allison Mack, Lacey Chabert and I KNOW I’m ready. There’s a sweet spot low on Dani’s left side that I’ll find with hooks—once I get here, there, I’ll back her up and romp! It’s going to me squirming ALL OVER Dani at the ropes, working her over, suffocating her with pressure. As bad as I gave it to Amy Smart, I’m gonna give it TEN TIMES WORSE to Dani!” Fishel in a more reserved tone during official prefight, “When a girl markets herself as a Dani-Buster, she’s basically painting a big fat bullseye on her ass,” Dani smiles, “I won’t be targeted--do you hear me? Girls can’t just come out of nowhere and in their second professional fight, say they’re gonna bust Dani Fishel. Kelly’s got the look, but I’m gonna find out if she’s got the beef to back it up. And if she doesn’t? MEDIC!!! Dani in ballistic nay two piece with big baby blue polka dots: bandeau top with bra strap supports. White gloves, white shoes, white socks rolled down for heavy-stomping aerobics look—long puncher’s ponytail., bangs down either sid the face.  Kelly in green lace push up, sporty yellow bikini bottoms, yellow mid-calf boxing shoes with flashy green tassels, yellow mitts—long puncher’s ponytail and bangs either side the face.

During R1: Dani up off her stool, bats glovers together, smiles broadly, wades on in. Kelly backed up under short clubbing fusillade of crunching lefts and rights, head and shoulders: she covers up at the ropes feeling the tart spank of Dani’s harsh mitts all over her cuddly little  body, Dani set strong, pitching muscular out of a deep crouch—she’s just snapping hands off all things Kelly, then crouching down to avoid receipts (not that there are any). Clarkson belted so hard in her body, she actually lifts her right knee up to her belly and sags back into the tropes at times—just soaking a shellacking in the first. Dani lathering up quite a sweet, romps bell to bell and lets Kelly hear it “WOO HOO HOOOOO!” as ref gets involved.

R2: Dani marches in., bobbing, weaving, hooking hard out of the crossed-arm: Kelly bludgeoned backwards with a sick look of confusion on her face. Dani on Kelly at the ropes, all round long: Fishel just breaking out the baseball bat and working Clarkson over hip to head. Kelly beaten sideways to the ropes, earmuffing up tight, baring her teeth—corner screaming at her to get off the ropes because you just CAN’T absorb this kind of torrential beating and hope to last. Bell to bell Dani: she chests up and shouts “ALL NIGHT LONG BABY!” into Kelly’s shellshocked face, blowing Clarkson’s bangs back.

R3: Fishel marches on Kelly…and meets form resistance. Shock of Dani’s thudding mitts wearing off—Kelly weathering it well., standing mid ring, bumping shoulders with Fishel to hold canvas, then girls hunker down to swap it up. Nice brawny stuff—both girls taking the time to edge a shoulder in or reach under the opponent’s arms to jostle her backwards before belting her—tousle rubbing, straining in amongst the healthy two-punching. Fishel doing it the hard way—going right at Kelly and outslugging her—she backs Clarkston top the ropers and punishes her late, but Kelly’s defiant at the bell: chin up, chest out as girls exchange hot words at the break.

R4: Similar stuff—Fishel marching on Kelly, but soon bogging down in Clarkson’s stubborn resistance: dance winning the exchanges but at some cost as Clarkson begrudges her every inch of canvas.. Dani coming forward, using her head, shoulders and elbows to pave the way—Fishel employing roughest-king bump-and-punch to make sure Clarkson’s moving backward. Kelly keeping elbow in, fists either side of her jaw and punching back in short, stuffing jerks—she’s feisty, competitive despite dropping her 4^th round on the cards, Fishel tells her corner, “She’s stubborn!” as Syren gives with the water.

R5: Kelly eating overhand right—Dani clanging away over top to change things up, scatters Clarkson to ropes and piles on in, Kelly on her heels, can’t get weight forward---she’s constantly stacked up and mauled by a squirming, rampaging Fishel. Dani’s ponytail tossing back and forth across her back; Dani’s feet set wife, weight shifting from foot to foot; Dani’s hips twitching with her punches, giving her compact economy of motion as she stuffs, digs, chugs away. Clarkson unable to get off, showing earmuff, or alternating one hand at her ear while riding the other across her gut—just tilting and showing Dani either shoulder as the punches pound home. Shutout Fishel—she’s all bouncing and happy back to her corner.

R6: Kelly lands right hands, beating Dani to punches, puts hooks on top and look: Dani’s moving backward! Fishel forced to take her first retreating steps of the night—Clarkson winging blows from her hips as she wades forward left/right/left/right. Dani’s back touches ropes—she hunkers forward behind her mitts, bending at the waist, bobbing her head to get under Clarkson’s shots and looking for openings. Kelly loading up and SPANKING Fishel’s flanks—great arm-shivering wallops delivered to Dani’s stout ribs--Clarkson finally getting everything into sock and making Fishel feel it. Down the stretch, Dani covered up, bobbing, in control of herself—she slips a looping Clarkson right, cuffs her a swat-left hook on the ear, then doubles down Mickey Ward-style that hook to liver and KELLY’S HURT! GORGEOUS rip down there buckles Kelly’s knees, draws her arms in—she staggers away hurt in mind. Dani bullying Kelly t ropes and bludgeoning her—Clarkson paralyzed by the liver shot just huddles forward and soaks it up as Dani romps unopposed to bell. Fishel steals Kelly’s best round thus far, preserves the no-hitter through 6.

R7: Mention a no-hitter and look what happens. Kelly doesn’t punk, gets the same strong start she did in the sixth, backs Fishel to ropes and this time keeps her there. Kelly smarter, not as wild—she’ll get of thick to Dani’s body, then sprawl on top of her, smothering her against ropes to prevent receipts. Fishel unhurt, but frustrated: she can’t get Kelly off her chest or out of her trunks this round. Bitter pouching down the stretch: Dani nice and compact, dipping and ripping short right uppercuts against Kelly’s wider lefts and rights to the bell.

R8: Hot two-way punching, Fishel steadily winning canvas from Kelly, but Clarkson stubbornly contesting every inch. Girls get off,. Then fall in together all shoulders and foreheads., Girls pushing with extended left elbows; girls showing crossed-arm, inside as they bob low and look to hook. Cuddly paunches are cuffed; ribs are tanned; temples are clubbed and chins are checked: girls taking turns short n’ uppercuts. Bell: girls trade saucy left hooks fat to rack—ref has to jump in as tempers flare.

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R9: More tough two-way slogging. Fishel now grunting with effort, concentrating hard: Kelly’s making Dani fight tonight. Clarkson dutifully trying to find the magic off switch in Dani’s left side, hooking and hooking Fishel repeatedly behind her elbow, but Fishel’s body proves stout, Dani stubbing short right hands off Kelly’s face, ripping her hooks body and head—Kelly proving double-tough in taking some blockbuster punches from Fishel late. Bell: both girls still pushing in at each other, looking to dig into those lungs—ref has to physically separate li’l jigglers.

R10: Fishel pounding out of the crossed arm—clubbing lefts and rights busting off Kelly’s skull and shoulders in crowd-pleasing strokes. Clarkson bobbing, moving her heads fairly well late—she’s beaten up and stiff, but still competing when a lot of so-called ”Dani-Busters” have quit in the past. Dani just punching, bumping, coming forward—Clarkson pushed back, but sidestepping at the ropes, keeping her options open. Final minute—Dani opens up wide with a left hook (blocked by Kelly’s high right); Kelly answering a simultaneous left uppercut and CATCHING 100% OF DANI’S CHIN! FISHEL’S HURT! Dani stumbling sideways, eyes wide, hands at temples—she’s reeling so badly, Kelly misses the follow up haymakers. Fishel toppling into the ropes, rights herself just in time: Clarkson POURING in eyes hungry to finish. KERLLY LAVISHES DANI WITH PUNCHES! Great heaping mittfuls of punishment—Kelly to Dani—Fishel covered up earmuff and riding out her worst punishment of the night as Clarkson goes for broke! Dani professional, bobbing under the worst of it., reaching under Kelly’s arms and gradually bogging her down in time-wasting clinches—bell sounds before Clarkson can really clean up huge. Comes back UD10 wide (8 rounds to 2)—Dani Fishel.

After: Dani wincing, shaking her heads and giving Kelly hearty hug in postfight—Fishel acknowledging a hell of an effort on Clarkson’s behalf this evening.  “I have to say,” Dani muses on camera, “that of all the so called Dani Busters—this chick’s got the most upside. I ROCKED her world in the first round and thought she might quit on her stool: she didn’t. This kid never stopped competing and she actually had me hurt at the end when I got careless, Of all of ‘em this one reminds me most of me when I was starting out. When she gets some seasoning under her belt: look out Britney, Mack, Chabert and all the rest. I see this girl being a Dani-Buster BUSTER!

Reposted by Archer 6/1/13