Posted by Simguy on 5/29/2008, 6:45 pm

Before: “Hard to see how they get a bantamweight out of that,” Eliza jokes, jerking a thumb in Brittany’s direction. “If I beat her, I may as well challenge Jessica Biel next! Seriously—yeah, she’s a big girl, but I’ve fought big before, and you never know. Daniel’s shown a little quit in fights—you survive her wrath, take her deep, and you generally see what a girl’s made of.” Daniel wowing press during weight in and photoshoots: she makes 120 on her third try, bone dry and wiry hard. “You know, I want to fight the best girls at bantam—make my statement—and then move up, I know Charisma can’t make 120, so to get her the beating she’s been begging for, I have to move north sooner or later—but for now, I feel like I have unfinished business. I’ve already got Jennifer Connelly in my back pocket: once Eliza’s in there too, is anyone really going to seriously question my credentials?” Brittany in leopard print bra-style bikini; black gloves. Eliza in red leather bikini, red gloves; hair in curly ponytail with ringlets framing face.

R1: Girls touch left hands while circling outside, then get to business. Dushku hopping in with a hook/right hand lead: Daniel fading back, parrying the punches, then roaming to her right on balls of her feet, Brit counter-attacks, bouncing in on Eliza with a whistling lead hook: Dushku ducking in the nick, answering back a ringing right/left off Daniel’s firm abs, tries to put the hook up top and eats blonde hook instead. Eliza moved several feet backward, clearly frazzled—she steps right behind her jab, looking to reorganize. Daniel stalking—right at her chin, left across her gut, left shoulder angled towards Eliza: Brittany leaning forward supple, then launching herself into vicious hooks, turning into the blows and spooking Dushku ropeside. Final minute—Dushku sliding to her right along the ropes: Brittany pawing the jab, feinting with her head, then coming in with murderous rights or lefts. Eliza bobbing and weaving wildly: vicious blows bouncing off brunette shoulders or just narrowly being parried as Brittany shows blistering firepower. Bell: Eliza looking buzzed—she was never caught clean, but she’s scuffed up and feeling the power of Brit even though the block.

R2: Dushku jabbing up to the body—looking to work a little hook-and-pivot offense: Daniel quickly nixing the plan with sharp, chopping right hand counters and whistling hooks off the hop. Eliza quickly bailing out, using her legs: Brittany easily back over to the offense begins to stalk the Sheriff. Minute in, Brittany feints in big, then drops a choppy hesitation right, hacking Eliza down across her mouth. Stutter-step, Dushku—she bungles forward, dukes at her temples. LEFT UPPERCUT, BRITTANY DANIEL! Gorgeous shot—Brit easing back, walking Eliza into shirt range, then turning into a shrugging, compact lick that’s all glute, back and shoulder. Dushku’s head rocks back./lolls forward as her torso droops: Brittany quick-chops the right hand clean to cheek, then hops in for another clipping left uppercut SO tasty to chin. DOWN GOERS ELIZA! Dushku sickeningly limp as she absorbs the last two shots-feet rooted to the spot as her body careens backward: crashing splashdowns as Sheriff sprawl out on her back. IT’s over—shattering KO2. Brittany Daniel.

After: Daniel grinning—shrugging her shoulders with her hands palm-up to the side as she truts about. Dushku on her back, hands up around her head, eyes shut tight, mouth slack and open—ringside physicians move in quickly to stabilize and care of a very, very KO’d brunette. “I guess I shit the Sheriff,” Brittany quips in postfight, giddy with adrenaline. “You’d have to go all the way back to Theron to find someone who can take my punch, Eliza’s double-tough, but there’s not enough girl there to threaten me, I mean—look at her!” in days to follow, a chirpy Elisha Cuthbert takes much of the credit for this astonishing whack, claiming in no uncertain terms to have ruined Dushku beforehand.

Reposted by Archer 3./14/14.