Posted by Simguy on 12/10.2005, 9:17 am

Before: “I’m not worried about Bobbie’s height,” Dani chirps, brushing hair out of her face at the dais. “I’m not worried about her size or anything about her. I love fighting taller girls because I can scotch on inside and work underneath that much easier. Bobbie can’t box a lick, so her height is probably a disadvantage for her.” Phillips upbeat, in condition after sparring hard with the likes of Krista Allen and Alana de la Garza in their respective camps—but will that prepare her for Dani? “Stylistically, no—I didn’t get to see anyone as short and powerful as Fishel,” Bobbie admits. “But you never really do, I mean, Dani’s pretty hard to get mimics for. All I wanted was to get into condition and be as strong and big for this fight as I possibly can be. I know if I’m in shape, I can handle myself with Fishel.” Dani in sporty navy bandeau bikini with bra strap support, large baby blue polka dots, clunky white sneakers and socks for that ballistic look. Bobbie in purple bikini with lavender polka dots, same footwear. White gloves both vixens.

During R1: Dani sets tone, tempo, intensity—bringing the fight to Bobbie’s doorstep. Fishel bobbing and weaving, jabbing stubby to chest—she works Phillips to ropes, has Bobbie right where she wants her. Phillips lips curled back, hands palming at Dani’s shoulders or cupping her ears—Bobs basically standing upright at ropes, looking to control Fishel’s heads and block shots. Fishel squaring away strong, forehead nestled in against Bobbie’s breasts, fists snatching at paunch in little bursts, occasionally ripping up via the uppercut or looped ‘round Bobbie’s arms to try for the head. Dani crowding, getting off every few seconds: Phillips just laying back and taking it in bell to bell Fishel first.

R2,3: Similar stuff—Dani actually outjabbing the taller woman midring, much more intense and decisive—Phillips conceding canvas, backing away to ropes, Bobbie’s hands defensive—pulling down on Dani’s head or palming her shoulder, making it hard for Fishel to get clean leather on skull.  Fishel squaring away, twisting on her hips to thrust rights and lefts piping hot into Bobbie’s pouting midriff. Dani heavy handed, but prudent—banging away in conservative 2s and 3s, but not getting wild: she’s aware of Bobbie’s uppercut, doesn’t want to give Phillips the opportunity to try it. Fishel utilizing lower center of gravity beautifully—fighting off Bobbie’s chest, managing her at the ropes, pinning her down and pushing in on her as necessary. 9 long minutes of Dani through 3 rounds: Bobbie looking a little frazzled, sullen on her stool—she’s giving away her body at bargain-basement prices.

R4: Some punching from Bobbie—midring she’s trying the intercept right uppercut as Dani pushes forward—off the ropes, she’s trying to nip Dani uppercuts and hooks—but it’s still the Dani Fishel Show. Fishel opening up more, putting 3 and 4 together in rapid, swishing side to side bursts, then crossing her arms, bobbing deep at the waist to evade any counters. Phillips elbows in, swiping at Dani, but not making much contact—Fishel’s upper body movement very effective thus far. Fishel expanding her target list to include Bobbei’s jugs, biceps and hip flexors—anaesthetizing  beatdown starting accrue as Phillips wilts, breathes through her mouth at the end of 4.

R5: Dani starting to pile on: Bobbie can’t hand hard enough to get respect and she’s on her heels right from the opening bell. Off the ropes, Bobbie  too upright, not cute enough—she can obstruct Dani’s headshots by riding her hands on Dani’s shoulders, or clinching around her head, but Fishel very, very busy downstairs, Phillips open-mouthed, eyes moist and wincing, buttocks beaten into a seat on the ropes from the sheer repetition of Dani’s bumping work amidships—Fishel just in the saddle, riding this girl hard, never giving Bobbie a chance to catch her breath.

R6: All falling apart for Bobbie. She’s trying to fold Dani into headlocks and clinches, but Fishel’s steady bombardment of the ribs and arms taking away Phillips’ strength. Withering body attack starting to gnaw at Bobbie’s legs/heart—Phillips covering up earmuff now, turning to one side or the other as Dani’s fists bash away unopposed. Fishel enjoying long stretches of heady dominance, pushing into Bobbie to stack, then busting her hard, clubbing her about ribs, shoulders, head as poor Bobbie cringes behind her mitts, presenting one side or the other to Fishel. Reefing hooks take Bobbie in the tummy late, winding her: she sinks to one knee, eyes swelling up as Fishel hops away BEAMING.

R7: Worn-down Bobbie very sloppy midring—pushing out a wonky one-two: Dani slips deep underneath, her head below Bobbie’s waist level=--then Fishel EXPLODES out of the crouch, detonating her hook across Phillips’ shocked face as Bobbie backpedals, hands down—BOBBIE GOES DOWN! Big brunette splashdown as Phillips crashes to her back, head and arms bouncing off the canvas—crowd roaring as Dani lands with a thunderclap. Phillips peeling herself rickety off canvas, somehow beats the count, but she is shabby goods: naturally, ref lets this thing go on. HERE COMES DANI! Fishel oblivious to Bobbi’s condition—Dani fueled with KO lust and [pouring herself at battered dregs—she HEAPS a beating on Bobbie as Phillips condition—Dani fueled with KO lust and pouring herself at battered dregs—she HEAPS a beating on Bobbie as Phillips turns to her right, covers up, cringes into the ropes, Pelting rain of smashing fists against back, skull, shoulder—poor Bobbie sinking, sinking, going to her right knee still covered up, leaning into ropes as seething Dani hammers away. Ref steps in, bodies Fishel back and waves this thing off: KO7 Dani Fishel.

After: Bobbie bludgeoned—systematically broken down and beaten very, very badly tonight—Phillips’ hard body but soft heart exposed by Dani’s brutal efficiency. Fishel positively beaming in her corner—thrilling beat down for her, virtually all one way, all night long—when she gets a girls against the ropes at her mercy, it’s crying time for someone. “Bobbie was rugged tonight, she too a lot,” gracious Dani allows, :”but she was in way over her head, I want to say this right now on camera: this was a dry run for me on Jenny O’Dell. There: I said it. To me, I’ll handle ‘big’ Jenny exactly the way I worked Bobbie—I’ll get in underneath, I’ll beat her up and I will make her quit. We’ve been dancing around for months now and I just assumed a tough girl like that would step right up, but you know what? Jenny’s hemming and hawing! She wishes I would just go away! Well suck it up babe, call your momma, call your therapist, do whatever you have to do and get in here with me. I’m telling the world right here and right now: you’re yellow! Prove me wrong!” Outburst has Syren’s mouth agape, but grinning. Sources report JOD less than amused by Dani’s use of the spotlight to besmirch O’Dell’s fighting reputation: presumably mission accomplished, Fishel.

Reposted by Archer 6/2/13.