Unified Bantamweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 8/7/2006, 12:39 pm.

Before: “Neve’s mouth got her into this fight and her body’s going to pay the price,” says a chipper Dani in preflight, positively bouncing at all the furor surrounding the fight. “I believe a champion should stand for more than just making money off the belts--a champion should set an example for her weight class and that’s why I’m taking a stand on Neve. If you sucker-punch a winning fighter after a fair contest in MY division? You get your ass kicked. The FCBA won’t do a damn thing to Neve, so it’s up to me to police this place and I’m sending a message to every girl out there who can’t control her emotions: get your act together, or I’ll put it together for you.” Campbell stern-faced, hands clasped on the dais before her--she’s been raked over the coals for her conduct in the media, but she remains steadfast in her goals. “I told Dani and The Mountees--I gave them clear warning--back away from Rachel or suffer the consequences. I gave everyone a taste of what I had in mind with little ‘Lishy, but the main course is going to happen with Dani. Nothing personal, but I’m going to kick the supports out from under McAdams and Fishel’s put herself on the line. And to that end, I’d like to introduce a special consultant and my chief sparring partner in camp for this fight--Miss Allison Mack!” Mack enters from the wings, raising her eyebrows as she makes eye contact with Dani: Fishel growing rigid at the sight of the stocky Dani-Buster joining the Campbell camp. “That’s right,” Neve continues, “I’ll be training with the premier pressure fighter in the game today. Hey: I warned you Dani. Being friends with Rachel McAdams is going to be the most expensive mistake you ever made!” Neve in black lace pushup, yellow low-ride hipster bottoms (Sturdy), black suede boxing moccasins to mid-calf, small black gloves, glossy French braid. Dani in navy bandeau bikini w/bra strap supports, large baby blue polkadots, thick aerobics socks/white shoes for ballistic look, small powder-blue gloves.

During R1: Dani HURTLING out of her corner--Neve stampeded to ropes, sets up on the apron to chop down at Dani’s face right hands and CAMPBELL GOES DOWN! Fishel bobbing and weaving, comes out of the crouch to answer a Neve right hand with a BOOMING hook on the jaw--bludgeoning Neve to her knees seconds in. Fishel grinning, jogging to neutral corner--hair swishing back and forth across her lower back--buttocks jumping happily in their swimsuit bottoms. Creaky 8 Campbell--brow furrowed in concern--she digs in, lifts dukes to temples and HERE COMES DANI! Fishel bouncing back in--stubby jab, straight right hand into Neve’s guard then a RIPPING hook THICK to waist, buckling Neve’s knees. Look of sheer ecstasy on Fishel’s face as she turns into the blow--getting ALL of Neve’s tummy! Short right uppercut splits Neve’s mitts, picks her drowsy face up all startled: left hook RIPS to waist, carving in under Neve’s elbows. Dani on widespread pins, bumping both her mitts into Neve’s guard to nudge at her, then ripping hooks, sweeping right hands to either flank--smashing away at Campbell’s reserves early. NEVE GOES DOWN! Accumulation of punishment just too much--Campbell wilting to one knee, dukes still at her temples as Dani backs off LAUGHING at the sight. Campbell up with almost a minute on the clock: she sags forlorn back into ropes, grits her teeth and digs in as Fishel romps back in to clean up HUGE to the bell. Dani frisky as she jogs back to her corner, leaving Neve in tatters after a disastrous 10-7 first!

R2: Neve regroups--mouse forming under right eye already\y, lips grimacing--she starts pivot-stepping to her left, planting the front (left) and pulsing out a hard jab at Dani’s head. Fishel weaving nicely, crouching low and rotating her torso--looking to slot hooks to Neve’s jaw out of the weave. Campbell turning, turning, turning, keeping her back off the ropes--but she’ still chin-shy, keeping her distance without doing too much offensively. Fishel coming forward--grinning, content to land thudding blows to Neve’s shoulders and biceps, patiently breaking Campbell’s guard down.

R3: Neve slowly imposing her terms. Pivot-left--methodical rotates Campbell clockwise around her foe, keeping the action midring, Neve doubling up the jab--first one speedy/light, just to get Dani ducking--second one’s the pay-off, spanking Fishel hard in the forehead. Fishel bobbing, crossing/uncrossing her arms, but forced to leap-on with her hooks--she’s not bringing her feet with her, not getting onto Neve’s chest and banging away with consistency. Campbell planting on the left leg, dropping right hands down into Dani’s face ff the jab, coming back with a rigid little hook up into Dani’s lungs. Late the round--It’s Neve coming forward, backing Dani up and tapping her a compact left/right uppercut sequences between the mitts as Fishel stoops forward.

R4: Neve continues to stabilize--slowing the pace, doling out punishment with heavy hands/clockwork precision. Dani starting to lump up from the pulsing jab--taking it on her face and staring back--she’s not slipping in past it the way she needs to. Neve leaning in, pushing off the ball of the right foot to slice the right cross onto Dani’s face, staying on the left (front) foot to bat hooks from her hip into Dani’s flank as Fishel stoops forward behind her mitts. Neve palm shoving Dani in her broad shoulders, baby stepping Fishel backwards, then extending on punches--very methodical, punishing stuff as Neve walks Dani down. Late the round, Fishel attempting to jump-in hook: Neve leans back onto right foot, cuffing Dani’s ear a brisk check-hook counter, then ringing her up a short, clipping right uppercut on the chin at the bell to send champ tottering back on her heels. Cold eye contact, Neve to Dani: Campbell putting Dani wobbly butt with tic-toc punching, salts away the fourth.

R5: Dani redoubles her efforts--coming at Neve with renewed vigor on the bob-and-weave, jabbing stubby out of the crouch and putting Campbell ropeside. Fishel brawling off Neve’s chest--head rough n’ bumping under Campbell’s chin, rubbing her face side to side in grimacing protest. Neve trying to tie up behind Dani’s elbows--Fishel writhing to keep her arms free, slamming away at the waist and ribs when she can. Campbell under intense, suffocating pressure: she’ll stoop forward dukes at her cheeks, trying to body Dani off; she’ll lean her right shoulder into the ropes, pointing her left shoulder at Dani, dangling the left hand low, keeping the right hand high while attempting to roll Dani’s headshots. Sweaty stuff--Dani CONSTANTLY at work, pushing, digging, kneading and slugging bat Neve. Campbell much spottier--covering up, or clinching, or slipping--but answering back tightly clipped hooks or uppercuts when she can. All Dani till late, but Neve finds her down the stretch with a superb right uppercut off the right foot, jerking Dani’s head up out of  crouch. Quick sidestep gets Neve off the ropes--she ties Dani down behind her head in the process and FISHEL STUMBLES TO HER KNEES FACE FIRST IN THE ROPES! Dani woozy--caught clean by that uppercut--but protesting the knockdown as a “push”--ref adamant that Fishel was caught and dropped fair and square. Campbell steals a Dani round, gets one of those knockdowns back as both women get to the other’s legs with authority.

Fishel/Campbell title bout conc.

Posted by Simguy on 8/7/2006, 12:40 pm.

R6: Dani up off her stool hard-eyed, batting mitts together, lips a determined limne that cute face. Neve equally stubborn, meets Fishel shoulder-to-shoulder midring and OH, they bang away. Neve looking to bump the shoulder, step out a smidge and walk Dani onto the uppercut or check-hook. Fishel looking to hook-off-the-bump, step-with Neve and catch her right hand over the top, SEETHING stuff--short, muscular, abrupt punches from both ladies--but it’s Neve steadily beaten to the ropes by her resolute foe. Minute mark--Dani ducking in and down, hauls a looping right hand over the top for concussive effect--Neve not seeing the punch, faces into it and gets rocked. Dani pushing, mauling, dipping right to pull a wide left hook across Neve’s mouth: catches Campbell staring again as Neve’s hands are stacked right-on-left at her body. CAMPBELL’S HURT! Neve ramshackle, pushes her left out past Dani’s ear, partially blocking a CRASHING Dani overhand right. RAMPAGING left smashes Neve’s face hard to port--belting the mouthpiece off her teeth--she’s just extending her hands out limp, reflexively trying to push her tormentress off. Dani swinging for the fences--twisting on her hips, practically leaving her feet as she belts away lefts and rights to the head and NEVE GOES DOWN! Campbell bludgeoned senseless swoons to all fours--Dani wriggling in ref’s arms--hair strewn across her face, in her mouth, as the man bodies her back. Poor Neve! Campbell bravely climbing the ropes all shabby--eyelashes batting, lips parted--she’s tragically hurt, but game, nodding “yes” to ref’s query and HEAR COMES Dani! Fishel barreling in, head butting Neve viciously in the chest as a byproduct of her headlong rush, then Dani’s up and swinging, pushing at Neve’s guard ripping her hooks and crosses. Campbell on autopilot, dukes at her cheek as she bends down to slip Dani’s punches, comes up with uppercuts and Dani’s HURT! Fishel gnoshing on a few clipping little uppies as Neve bobs-and-delivers out of the crouch--Campbell with a nice little tug of Dani’s bandeau top spins and reverses, putting Dani’s back in the ropes and HELLO JUGG! Neve ROMPING up into Dani’s heavy, helpless, slumping rack--great, gorgeous, chugging, churning punches that got Elisha Cuthbert out of there. Fishel distraught--mouthpiece flopping off her teeth as she sags back into the ropes--Neve’s face just a mask of fury as she concentrates on dipping her shoulders, popping her hips and arching her back to lug those babies home. Dani swooning…then RALLYING! Fishel finally answers off the ropes with a blunt right hand across the teeth, backing Neve up with a complimentary  left. It’s just mindless tit-for-tat as Neve’s eyes go dim with hate and hurt, stepping back in good order and clouting Dani as she wades in. bell: Dani hits Neve a right hand upside the head--Neve answers--ref jumps in, Both beauties staggering dizzy to respective corners as crowd goes wild.

R7: Pace slows--how could it not? And Dani’s muscling Neve to ropes. Sweltering sauna-tempo now--Dani wriggling in on Neve’s chest, head under Neve’s chin, beefy arms around Neve’s waist to make sure she’s secured on the ropes--then it’s bumping, then it’s punching, then it’s mauling from there. Neve grimacing, ashen-faced, grumpy--she closes her eyes, seemingly half asleep as lips grimace--doesn’t need to see Dani to know exactly where is. Constant press of Dani--pushing Neve’s biceps back or tieing up around her ribs or palming her hips back, Constant stuffing, kneading punches--Dani’s short, compact delivery allowing her to get off when most girls would just clinch. Dani warned for constantly tousle-butting Neve in her teeth and chin--anything to keep Campbell under water. Neve not shutout--she gets as low as she can and chugs short, beefy little uppercuts to tummy, tits and chin--and it’s sporadic. Campbell effectively smothered, worked over in the 7th.

R8: First  minute--Neve outsider, mouth breathing, but pumping her jab, pivoting around that front left plant-leg. Dani bobbing, weaving the jab, stepping in at the minute mark with a vicious right hand that only grazes chin, but gets Campbell leaning upright: HELLO CHIN-CHECKING HOOK! Fishel just STEPPING into Neve’s chin--torquing her stocky little body and clocking that hook home--glorious head-swivel and splashdown as Campbell sprawls on her back with a thunderous crash. Neve’s head bouncing off the canvas, popping her mouthpiece off her teeth--looks for all the world like KO8 but NEVE WON’T HAVE IT! Campbell grim, shaky as she gets to all fours--stupidly gloving at her mouthpiece and putting it half-ion her mouth--somehow stumbling up and pitching face-first into the ropes t beat the count. Campbell: Neve’s swollen to slits; face all shiny/puffy; hands dangling limp at her sides, but when asked, all she mumbles at the ref, is: “…more Dani…” Deep breath Fishel, batting her mitts together tummy-height as she wades back on in, leaning in and down to pull that ruinous overhand right one more time upside Neve’s head. Campbell tilting right as she walloped, but riding her left arm  across Dani’s right shoulder, pulling her into a clammy snuggle, Clinches and ref’s breaks to the bell as Neve grimly guts out one of the toughest, bleakest rounds of her career.

R9: Neve walking in her heels, battered, dazed, but too proud to give this thing up. Fishel swollen-faced, but much more eager to contact, stalks her shabby foe, even stomp-feinting to test what’s left of Neve’s legs and reflexes, Sweeping hook from outside claps Neve’s jaw, drives her swooning into ropes--Campbell loose ion her legs, badly broken-down at this point--she tilts forward behind her mitts, awaiting the bombardment.

Dani looming over her doubled up foe--top of neve’s head pushing into Dani’s chest.

Dani sweeping the right hand to Neve’s left flank, sinking it beefy in behind the elbow.

Dani lashing the hook off Neve’s right hip/kidney--Fishel’s right foot skidding off canvas at the torque of the shot. Another left rips home, softening up once-firm beef. Neve’s just making wet, gurgling “muh…muh,,,” noises deep in her throat.

Another right hand up underneath, then full-bodied push stacks Neve up woozy, head lolling, Still Campbell won’t go down.

Neve drooping, right under her chin, left at her chest--Dani can bang to the belly, or clout away to jaw--there’s nothing left to hold her back.

There goes Neve’s mouthpiece, shot off her teeth by a blunt Fishel right hand. Neve’s blank stare at her face lolls back into position, begging for another pasting.

And the ref steps in.

Campbell out on her feet, cheek pressed to the official’s chest: she breaks down into tears, blubbering piteously for the fight to continue. Ref just soothing her, telling her there’s no way: it’s Dani’s night tonight. TKO9 in brute force fashion, Dani Fishel.

After: Ugly scene in immediate aftermath as enraged Allison Mack shoves Dani--Fishel responds and the bulk of arena security is engaged in separating the two compact juggernauts, A concerned Rachel McAdams approaches battered Neve in the chaos--telling her on camera “I didn’t want this..” Campbell pushes her off with the left hand, turning away to the right--she just can’t handle PITY from Rachel-freaking-McAdams right now. McAdams pulled away by a wise Cobie Smulders who can see Rachel’s sincere gesture’s only making everything worse, while Elisha Cuthbert heartless taunts Neve with cries of “WE BEAT YOU BABIEEEE! YAH! WOO! YOU’RE SHABBY AND WE’RE PRETTY!” When the dust settles, Dani’s the champ and looking stronger than ever. “great fight--I knew Neve would bring it,” Dani admits, swollen/tender features supporting her claims, “but I stopped that girl in her tracks tonight. She’s driving herself way too hard--I’ve been there, I know. She had absolute wars with Rachel, the she got into a brutal tussle with Elisha--she just didn’t have enough left to go to the wall one more time with someone like me. We drew a line in the canvas tonight and just said ‘enough’s enough’ If Neve persists in this stupid vendetta of hers,l she’s just gonna get rolled up from here on in.”

Reposted by Archer 7/8/11.