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21 May 2004 Dani Fishel vs Kelly Ripa

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years ago

 

 

  (Photo Courtesy BI Photo Labs)

 

Posted by Simguy on 5/21/2004, 7:01 am.

 

Before: Ripa baiting Dani in pre-fight with predictable Cat Bell bash: “Theron has DEFINITELY  kicked the fight out of Cat and I’m about to heap one more TE tramp on the ‘used goods’ pile! I’m erasing Dani—I’m bringing the fight to her and leaving her out in the cold. It’s time to chase TE to the sidelines, every last one. Mish had the right idea—leave the ship before it sinks—Dani’s the last rat on board.” Fishel always able to withstand barbs directed at her, but she has to be restrained at the CAT and TE talk—Ripa finding a valuable ally in her young opponent’s head. K-Rip in aggressive black jockey two-piece undies, Dani in teal sports bra, grey stretch cotton boy cut trunks.

 

R1: ACTION! Ripa has been known to box and set up Dani in the past—not this time. Kelly as good as her word sails in swinging, backing Dani up under hail of savage clubbing leather. Fishel in the shadow of the ropes, starts bobbing and weaving, punching out of the crouch—she starts finding Ripa waist with spanking impact—Kelly forced to retreat under heavy fire, back and forth, hammer and tongs—faces snarling, eyes flashing—Dani moving her torso up and down—Ripa leaning in and out as each tries to time the other’s slugging rhythm. Kelly separates herself late with a change-up chopping right busts open Dani’s dependable left brow—another and another have Ms. Fishel sputtering, covering up hurt at the bell. Ripa raising her mitts and strutting, nodding her head as she bellows—she’s a woman on a mission.

 

R2: SLUGGING! Dani into Ripa with rousing overhand rights and dig-dig-DIGGING left hooks up and in—Ripa assaulted to the ribcage, pounded back to the ropes—she digs in hands at chest as Fishel squares away. Dani on wide spread feet, compact torso twisting on stocky hips—she’s banging away hips and flanks, then extending her arms, pushing Ripa up, getting hips into thunderous “how ya like me now” rising hooks amidships. Ripa flabbergasted, wide eyed with abuse, but she’s carving back, trying to nip Dani with chopping rights or lefts, no backswing off the ropes. Furious back and forth as Dani unleashes a clubbing, swarming, non-stop torrent—vintage Fishel as Ripa forced to fight for her life or be overwhelmed. Punching after the bell? You bet—Dani with her head between Ripa’s jugs, pumping belly until ref yanks her back.

 

R3: How do you know really got the better of two sensational, even trading rounds? By watching the third unfold—and it’s all Dani. Fishel bobbing, spitting out the jab, weaving, looping the overhand right, ducking, jumping up into her hook. Ripa backing up under a thunderous array of sudden, jolting hammer blows—forced to cover up at the ropes, Fishel pushing her head between Rip’s mitts, wants her pate sweat-sealed to Ripa’s upperchest the better to bang her downstairs. Strong palming pushes Kelly’s arms back, then reefing hooks and pumping rights to the ribs and tum—Ripa wilting, legs starting to quake as Dan shovels on the muscle! Down the stretch, Ripa unable to stand steady—she’s getting cracked upside the head, shunted to one foot, belted to the stomach—all Kelly can do is keep her hands up, Dani with relentless shove and slug—imposing herself on Kelly, bullying her and bludgeoning away with a wild battle-lusty grin and KELLY’S GOING OUT! Ripa drooping, no longer reacting, soaking it up amidships, wilting sideways and RIPA’S DOWN! Dani stomping in the vicinity, jumping up and down with a little Hulk-like two-foot delivery—Ripa bouncing slightly on the canvas, deep in KO’s slumber. KO3 Dan Fishel.

 

After: Ripa came in with visions of conquest—she leaves with a concussion—resounding Dani Fishel victory leaves her covered in more glory than blood. “She fought my fight,” Dani beams, “She said she was going to, but everyone says that and then they pattycake around. Ripa came to take me out and I respect her for it.” Kelly all swooning and blinking on her stool—she’s throbbing with the impact of dozens of Dani Fishel wallops, head to hip—too proud to sidestep tonight and it cost her.

 

Reposted by Archer 1/16/10.

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