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8 October 2010 Dani Fishel vs Allison Mack 7

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Pt 1

Posted by simguy on 10/8/2010, 8:42 am

BEFORE: Both girls invoking public "5 foot" rules vis-a-vis each other (ie: "come withing 5 feet of me, and I'm going to start punching and consider it self defence.") Mack is somber, determined at podium: "Dani's a glory-whore," Allison contends. "200 fights...countless titles...and she's still sucking the air out of the room. Like a greedy little kid, Dani wants more, and I'm the only one standing up to her and saying 'No, you can't have more. You've had enough.' Dani has to be stopped - right here, right now. This is where I've chosen to finally bash her back to obscurity where she belongs!"

Fishel feisty in rebuttal, nostrils flaring: "Best of 3 to determine a best of 7 between us," Dani says, glaring out at press row. "It's a moment of greatness...and greatness will determine the outcome. I'm not going to debate Allison about whether I deserved my career or not - that's pointless. What's beyond debate is that I am a Great Fighter. Moments like these are what I was born to win. The difference between Allison and me isn't bicep or thigh circumference - it's not punching power or 5k times...it's that I'm a fighter of destiny, and she isn't. I've broken the back of the 'Dani-buster' movement on that basis, and I'll break the back of Allison's challenge in this fight. The best fighter - the best woman - is going to win when our hearts are on our sleeves like they are. Allison's going to blink first: I guarantee you that."

Purple bikini for Dani; black shoes/white socks rolled down; dark, full bodied hair; small black gloves. Allison in mauve bikini; black shoes/white socks rolled down; small black gloves; scrappy blonde tousle. Girls get right nose to nose for staredown - Allison's lips pressed in a tight convex line; Dani grinning aggressively, lips quivering.

During R1: Fishel bobbing Frazier-style - issuing stubby straight rights or left jabs out of her crouch. Mack jabbing back stiff - either missing over the top or popping Dani in the mouth - taking face-poke in return. Jarring stuff, both girls grimacing when smote: Dani gradually working Mack to ropes. Fishel bobbing on the spot in loose crossed arm - knuckling up on Mack to push - REEFING in hooks LOUD to waist - bumping and jostling. Mack grimacing - ripping back right uppercuts off ropes - turning hooks across Dani's breasts: this is thick! Big, bangin' toe to toe - Fishel refusing to budge, just eating what she must and dishing back better. Bell: Mack stuffs right uppercut deep to jug - gets rocked a right upside the jaw, then a bang-bang left/right off either cheek to leave her startled as ref's jumping in. "That's one!" Dani shouts as she's being pushed away. Mack shouting "You wish!"

R2: Midring...Mack bending her knees, stuffing right uppercut to tummy; turning over tight left hook to chin. Fishel smote, rocked, but answering: left hook to chin/overhand right to ear; wide right to hip. Slam-bang toe-to-toe - fists thumping loud on stocky torsos/bouncing off heads and shoulders in close quarter slugging. Beginning of third minute - Mack reaches left arm in under Dani's right; secures back of Dani's trunks with thumb inside the waistband; left shoulder in Dani's chest drives her to ropes as Mack's stocky legs/muscular backside take canvas. Fighting in the clinch - Dani's left arm mirroring Mack's hand position at her foe's back - the girls taking turns cramming thick right hands into aching breadbaskets. Face's grim and sweaty out over opposing left shoulders - expressions pinched, eyes narrowed in mutual discomfort. Judges see Fishel pushed and pressed against ropes - even though she's getting off...it's Mack's round. Punching after the bell? Better believe it - both girls plowing tummy/flank until ref peels 'em apart.

R3: Mack stepping in stiff-poke early - rotating clockwise around systematic, face-pounding left hands. Mack's brawny shoulder/stout left arm delivering tremendous jolt: such a compact, slamming impact, Alli's jab. Dani lumping up nicely, takes a rare step-out to regroup and circle: Fishel using under-rated legs to renegotiate. Dani bobbing her head in loose crossed-arm - she weaves poke - answers back stubby straight rights or poke of her own: Allison's turn to squint into hard face-spank. Even back and forth until a pair of GORGEOUS hooks-from-the-crouch detonate against Mack's waist: Allison ashen-faced, retreats to ropes - wincing, breathing through pursed lips. Fishel barrels in - reaching under Mack's arms to stack, chesting Mack upright, then chugging away robusto to gut. Allison grimacing, slugged to a seat in the ropes...she's trying to get low, get a shoulder in Dani's chest, but Fishel's too aggressive/wriggly. Dani atop Allison - smothering her, pounding her, beating her raw up to and after the bell. Ref pulls Dani off: Allison livid, panting.

R4: Mack bending her knees, getting into Dani's breadbasket via right uppercut; hooking her breasts: Fishel bashing back hooks chin and body both, punctuated by stubby right hands. Brutal toe-to-toe has crowd on it's feet - both girls absorbing hellish whacks that draw roars of approval. Final minute - both getting off swinging right/lefts...Dani's hook punches into Mack's mouth, finally breaking Allison's form. Mack stunned, stumbling back on her heels: Dani stampedes her girl to ropes - punching her two stuffing right hands deep to tummy to get Mack cringing forward in earmuff. Final moments see a savage, flat-knuckle pounding of Mack's rounded biceps - Dani baring fangs, clobbering away on her foe's arms to leave Allison tingling at bell. Instead of disengaging - Dani jumps into Mack with a right into blonde gut while chesting Alli deep to ropes: Mack groaning in pain as ref peels Fishel off. During the break - icebags applied to Allison Mack's powerful arms/shoulders.

R5: Brutal, barbaric mauling/wrestling along ropes - Dani pushing Mack under her chin; throwing right forearms into Mack's chest; clapping right forearm smashes across Mack's brawny upperback; getting low with left shoulder in Mack's gut to press her into ropes, while Dani's right hand pushes Mack's left wrist down. Allison bathed in sweat - face pinched with the strain of resisting Dani tummy-to-tummy. Fishel rough with her head - grinding her hairline into either Mack jawline. Dani doing the work from this posture - smearing Allison along ropes, securing her body, then cramming in righty to tummy/hip/flank. Allison grimacing, trying to turrrrrn Dani into ropes, but Fishel thinks nothing of getting low, wrapping up, driving in to keep Alison pinned, then freeing up right hands of opportunity. Grinding stuff sees Mack absorb a punishing shutout: Dani pushing up off her foe with a gloating, in-your-face grin of hard-working delight. Allison grumpy, disheveled, looking a little ass-kicked as Dani was basically fighting inside Mack's swimsuit that round.

Fishel/Mack conc. (WAY too much hate for one post)

Posted by simguy on 10/8/2010, 8:43 am.

R6: Mack gets the jab out: a stiff, stubby, jarring poke - shelling Dani's face, or pounding at her chest/shoulders as she's bobbing. Allison stepping left...reversing directions...walking briskly to turn Dani: Fishel's following, trudging into punishment. Mack walking Dani into brawny clinches, wrestling with her midring until ref's breaks: Allison's legs and backside ringing with strain as she holds her canvas against Dani in these moments. Stop-and-go, patient stuff goes Mack's way: Dani stymied, frowning on the stomp-back to her corner. Fishel's face puffy, sore through 6.

R7: Midring slugfest erupts as Mack abandons circular tactics to get right into Dani. Mack: bending knees - straightening to deliver right uppercut (body)/left hook (head) combos. Dani gobbling these shots up, answering back with clubbing assortment of stubbiness: both girls proceed to ship ungodly punishment in murderous toe to toe. Pace gradually slowing as girls set and toss only their hardest leather: both shabby, groggy as hits start to land FLUSH. Midway through - trade in rising hooks goes Dani's way: Mack heartbroken to find herself wobbly-butt, backing up in stupor. Dani walking her girl down with hands at her sides: Fishel exhausted, but spirits rising at the sight of swaying Mack. Ropes: Allison in swoon, stooping forward behind her mitts while sitting butt-in-ropes. And OH, how Dani pounds Allison's arms. Fishel baring teeth - sweaty hair wild across her brow/in the corner of her mouth as she opens up thick. Pulverizing, flat-knuckle wallops bash at Alli's flanks/biceps: blonde girl sobbing out, too hurt to rise up and slug back! Fishel gambles on her foe's arms - leaving Mack's aching ribs and punch-tender tummy in favour of destroying those beefy limbs. Bell: Dani gasping - pushing up off Mack, looking her over: Allison weepy, crossing her arms under her breasts to gingerly hold her biceps as ref moves in. On the stagger-back to her corner, Dani lifts her hands high, bellowing to the crowd's delight. During the break - Mack's head tilts back, bearing her throat as she blubbers, her arms dangling at her sides like thick, useless strips of throbbing meat.

R8: The Heart of Allison Mack: Alli shaking off her hurts - wading into Dani: Fishel giving ground as blonde girl targets breasts/torso via stubby, straight, palm-down pounders. Payback issued to Fishel's arms as she forms rigid peek-a-boo to protect her centerline: Mack slamming away to either flank, punching Dani off-stance in either direction. Dani gritting her teeth, picking spots to answer off-the-block: she's fitting Allison for jerking little Mickey Ward left uppercuts - just contacting Alli's chin, then reforming guard to receive Mack's wallop. Mack breathing hard, but unleashing - she punishes Dani, beats her at the stagger about the ring, but can't break down Fishel's guard.

R9: Mack in torment - walking to her right when she's out of range - her arms dangling at her sides, or her hands on her hips. Fishel pressing the pace - driving in on Mack, forcing her ropeside: Allison smothered again, smeared against cables, forced to deal with Dani on her chest. Fishel forcing Mack to clinch-up and dig righty - girls with left arms in under opposing rights, left hands in around each other's backs to anchor the harm inside. Allison's face sleepily looking over Dani's left shoulder as girls fight cheek to cheek: Mack grunting as Dani thrusts right hands into throbbing blonde breadbasket, then Allison mustering an answer-in-kind. Dani's on top though - cramming right hands into Allison - pushing up on her to stack - occasionally opening up to go at her two-handed. Mack forming ragged earmuffs, only to have her arms battered: Dani grinning viciously as Allison can't hold guard, her arms wilting under savage pressure. By the bell - Dani's ragdolling Allison into ropes - left shoulder dominant in Alli's chest - Dani's legs and buns ringing as she presses up against her foe.

R10: Fight drifts to ropes...girls fighting in or out of the clinch...reversing each other into cables in straining, tummy-to-tummy embraces, only to push off and dish fresh hurt in turns. Agonizing mouth on shoulder action - whoever's pressed against ropes appears to be asleep on her foe's left shoulder - the girl on top stuffing in right hands, then rub-bumping the left shoulder to stack and jostle. Dani on top/Mack/Dani...they stumble about mindless, just stacking and jacking. Down the stretch, Allison can't get her back off the ropes: Dani owns her for the final minute, cruelly pressing in on Allison - Fishel's stocky legs stamping and pushing - backside shuddering with the effort of grinding Alli. Bell: Dani won't let up, hugging Allison up under her arms and chesting her into ropes, then cramming away righty while Mack's snug inside the left-arm wrap. Ref reefs Dani off...both girls stumbling about all bleary-eyed, not knowing what round it is. Comes back close, but clear: UD10 Dani Fishel.

After: Mack's eyes shutting tight as Dani's hand is raised - the breath hissing out through wincing blonde lips: Allison absolutely devastated as Fishel begins bawling in exultation. Mack shunted aside by the press of Dani's cohorts suddenly surrounding the victrix, leaving Mack to wander in a heartbroken haze to her corner, there to break down in unconsolable anguish.

Fishel hugged and feted, but eventually, she makes a move towards Allison, only to be gently intercepted by Rachel and Hayden, with Laura and MEW backing them up. Fishel gradually talked down from exacting tribute, but she's still angry, demanding: "I want her out of my ring!" It falls to Rachel to broker the deal: she gently coaxes broken Allison out and down the steps, escorting her to an empty locker room.

"There," Dani gloats in postfight, eyes hard. "I'm better. And the irony is - thanks to Allison, I'm right back in the mix: winning this little series puts me right back in the limelight. If you can hear me on monitor - thanks Alli! Thanks. I'm on my way to another championship while you're getting ribs tensered up. Oh, and get a massage for your arms: I hear that helps!" In days to follow, Rachel, MEW, Hayd, and Laura all try to get Dani to soften her stance on Allison, but as Fishel tells CELEBRITY RING: "If she ever looks me in the eye again - on the street; on a red carpet, wherever - we're going...and she won't ever be that unhappy again!"