PART I

Originally posted by Simguy on 3/10/2006, 6:55 am

Before: Old rivals constantly seek advantage over one another, always look to kick each other when down: Dani’s no exception when it comes to Britney. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since Britney announced her comeback,” Fishel gushes in prefight. “Her big thing against me has always been her mobility—but she’s nowhere NEAR in condition enough to run-and-gun me for 10 rounds. I’m finally going to get Britney right in front of me, all night long, and I’m going hand out the juiciest beating of my career to this wench!”

Spears smirking throughout—she knows Dani’s been lobbying hard for this fight—knows that pundits are looking for another Jessica Alba type moment at Spears’ expense. “I’m fighting the way I am now because I’ve matured,” Britney tells packed press row. “That’s something Dani wouldn’t know anything about. I’m not out of shape or lazy: I set down on punches now—I hurt girls and I’ll hurt Dani. She thinks she’s going to walk me down and beat me up: I challenge her to try it. When it’s all said and done—I’ll be handing out the beating: she’ll be doing the suffering.”

Fishel in navy bandeau bikini; bra strap support;’ large baby blue pokadots. Britney in pink bikini top, navy bottoms, scruffy battle bun.

During R1: Fishel grinning, bobbing and waving as she walks Britney down at the open. Spears stepping left, pinging out the jab, turning into sharp right hands off the front (left) foot. Britney able to keep things midring for about a minute: Dani’s thumping round punches to ribs slowly coaxes Britney to ropes where she digs in for the remainder of the clock. Spears stooped forward behind her mitts, elbows in tight to her sides: Dani bashing away hefty, left across her gut, right at her cheek. Dani just pushing into Brit with right palm/left shoulder, then REEFING that hook to ribs—exhaling with shouted “HEP!” shrieks as she twists her hips into haymakers, Shocking blockbusters shaking Britney’s cushy frame: she just hits the ropes, soaks a few, then reaches to pull Dani onto her chest for breathless clinches. Fishel bubbly, bopping back to her corner at the break: she’s already pounding away to her heart’s content.

R2: Similar stuff—Dani bobbing, weaving in her crouch, hunting Britney down and eventually forcing her to ropes. Spears frowning, digging in on the apron—she’s tieing up behind Dani’s elbows, folding Dani’s head into the crook of her left  arm—anything to bog Fishel down. Dani pushing against Britney’s bulk, struggling against the clinches, getting ref breaks: Fishel energetic as she mounts a series of attacks, bobbing under nipping Spears counters and pressing a withering attack on the body. Britney covering up earmuff, stooping forward or leaning back into the ropes: Dani’s just pulverizing the torso, raising festive pink blotches all over Britney’s plush chassis. Fishel’s colour high, eyes alight: she sends Spears wincing back to her corner, thoroughly worked over in the second.

R3: Britney weight on her front foot midring, chopping the lead right, fading back to swat the left hook—Dani bobbing and weaving as she darers the punches, once again forcing Spears to ropes.. Similar thumping stuff from Dani pushes and bumps setting up withering hooks in Britney’s ribs, arm, hip and waist; tucking right hands up underneath as Spears leans forward. Britney starting to work the pocket this round, blocking in her earmuff, then leaning back into ropes to clip uppercuts or swat hooks. Brit cupping Dani’s ears, batting at them, pulling down on Dani’s head. Spears moving her torso more, slipping some of Dani’s work; meanwhile, Britney collecting chin checks with tidy swatting counters. Spears constantly reaching for Dani’s head and pulling her into sweaty clinches: Fishel pushing at Britney’s hips; yanking her arms to free up punching toom in a claustrophobic third.

R4: Britney more or less committed to pocket-boxing off the ropes; she’s digging in flat-footed, showing a few different defensive looks. Britney will stoop forward behind the earmuff, elbows in to stoically receive Dani’s bashing body shots. Britney will point her left shoulder, tuck the right in under the chin, hold the left across her body and look to play bump n’ punch with Dani. Constant Spears clinching behind the elbows and head: Fishel visibly frustrated as Britney punches and clutches effectively. Dani still very busy—smashing at Britney’s biceps, pounding her rounded paunch, hooking her flank and drubbing her jugs: Spears picking up chin with cutey-pie little uppercuts and swiping hooks. Faces at the bell: flushed, strained, punished.

R5: Same again: Britney not hard to find as she digs in at the ropes, tempting Dani with a stationary body to wade on in. Fishel huffing, puffing, trying to blow Britney’s door down:” smack and bash of her gloves sounding out loud against Britney’s tanned shoulders, biceps, hips and lats. Spears getting vicious counters however: wicked little right uppercuts out of a semi-closed stance; swat-hooks as she twists to her right and covers up. Britney also riding her left arm over Dani’s right shoulder, pulling her in and hacking her tight, cheap right hands on the left eye, ear. Bell;: Dani really swelling up, face paying the price for her aggression. Spears cringing, hugging her ribs with her left hand as she slouches back to her corner. BSE trainer more or less happy with the work, but hammering home the basics: “Tie her up after you finish punching and Britney: I want you to work her tummy more. You’ve gotta start tapping her downstairs, baby.”

Conclusion:

Originally posted by Simguy on 3/10/2006, 6:56 am.

R6: Grim toe-to-toe continues: Dani busting up; Spears open-mouthed, exhausted. Savage punching from Dani out of the crouch: hurtling hooks spanking off Britney’s right side, clubbing right hands round to the left flank shaking Spears’ delicious torso, Britney seeing the punches well, covering up or rolling to receive them, then chipping back: Spears accurate, short punches constantly buffeting and swiping at Dani’s tender face., Britney can’t miss the right uppercut—she covers up, soaks Dani’s blasts, then picks her up tidy on the chin. Spears pulling Dani into murky clinches: Britney slowly imposing her agenda even with her back to the ropes, forcing a halt to the action whenever she needs a break and hitting Dani on the cheap. Fishel mouthbreathing, struggling to extricate herself: this thing becoming a gruesome body-to-body battle of attrition through 6. A combination telephone-booth/sauna bout.

R7: Britney, eyelashes batting, mouth open—she sets up, hunkers forward off the ropes, covers up as Dani steps-to. Fishel: eyes swelling to slits, cut I the mouth, stocky legs stomping on her heels a bit—but she’s committed to wearing Britney out. Both women taking all they want from the other: withering licks being dished out as bitter rivals take turns hurting and hurting and hurting the opponent. Spears shorter with her shots, more pre-emptive, often hitting Dani a short lead right, then clouting her a hook before covering up face-n-gloves to take her medicine. Dani pushing on Britney, stacking her up, REEFING her to the body: Spears buckling forward with muffled sobs, curvy legs holding her up as Dani tests and retests the middle. Difference throughout is Britney’s defence—especially the clinching: she’s making Dani work to extricate herself and slowing the action whenever Fishel looks to pulling away. Dani eating almost every right uppercut and swiping hook tossed her way: Fishel’s face smudgy and swollen from the near constant chopping of Britney’s cruel fists. Spears not neglecting the body either, dipping to her left and cranking up into paunch hooks, often bucking Dani’s legs with firm bodyswat. During the break, both girls lay back, baring parched throats, squeezing eyes tight closed as lips curl back in pain: this thing taking a last-woman standing type toll of these fighters tonight.

R8: Dani pressing in, but slowing: she’s getting tagged the sneaky lead right hand from the screen; she’s eating the right uppercut, and Britney’s putting a tidy hook on top with sickening accuracy. Spears relaxed against the ropes, right hand stacked atop her left as she leans forward or back, moving her torso on flat feet, punching into Dani, then tieing her up, Fishel put wobbly butt, pushed off; she stubbornly wades on in, but isn’t getting off. Britney pre-empting, then clinching, holding and hitting for good measure, smothering and cuddling Dani in a smoldering, sultry 8^th. Syren up on the apron at the bell, screaming at the ref to do something about Spears constant holding and hitting.

R9: Fishel mesmerized: she’s so badly face-neaten, groggy with punishment—all she can think is close with the enemy and grind Britney down, Spears viciously body beaten, but still—alert: she’s walking Dani in, nailing her lead rights or right uppercuts, twisting to tug hooks across Fishel’s face: poor Dani falling in after getting clobbered and Britney’s right there with the buxom clinch. Fishel’s hair a sweaty tangle down across her breasts, smeared across her shoulders—she’s helpless to prevent her foe from folding her into headlocks with either arm—Britney drawing Dani in and methodically working her over. Midway through, Britney slides Dani’s head into the crook of Britney’s left arm—muscles Fishel into the ropes to reverse positions for the first time. Beat down: Britney to Dani—Spears groggily pounding her foe’s body, just laying in with Fishel and bashing away at meat as Dani cringes forward. AND FISHEL GOES DOWN! Dani beaten to her haunches, tears of humiliation and anguish pushing down her cheeks: exhausted Britney staggers away, licking parched lips—agony in her eyes as Dani somehow fight s her way up off the canvas to avoid the stoppage, Sloppy stuff to the bell: Britney bodying up and pressing Dani to ropes, then sloshing away with rising lefts and rights to tummy and jiug as gurgling Fishel sops it up in stupor.

R10: Britney sharp shooting off the ropes: she tags Dani that lead right cross, twists and gets the clipping hook across Fishel’s face—Britney’s left foot prettily up on it’s toes as she turns over the ankle for leverage. Poor Dani falls in, reaching behind Spears back as ref moves in to break. Dani wades in: she’s caught the lead right, swatting the hook, then

Dug hard to the belly as Britney dips to her right and jerks a short pumping right in. Fishel groaning, reaching behind Spears’ back: Britney riding her arm around Dani’s head, locking her in tight for the break, Dani pushed back, staggering on her heels—she wades back in, eats a curling Spears right uppercut—Britney pulls the mop-up hook off her hip to clout Dani across the chops and FISHEL TAKES A KNEE! Dani sadly, tragically beaten—she sways on bended knee as Britney walks heavily to neutral corner, exhaling moist through pursed lips,. Wobbly butt 8, Dani: Fishel swaying, gloves at her lips as Britney pushes on in and goes to work. Thudding, wet, hamhanded beatdown, Spears to Fishel: total role reversal as Britney palms Dani roughly in her shoulders, then laps thickly at her tummy, Fishel ashen faced, crossing her arms and staring into it all—crowd roaring as Dani starts to soak up astonishing punishment, right uppercut, licking left hook off the hip: Dani slumps into the ropes, hand dropping—she instinctively tries to reach under Britney’s arms to clinch, but blonde just pancake-flattens her against ropes, easing back to maintain punching distance. Right uppercut; left hook limber off the hip: there goes Dani’s mouthpiece. Right uppercut; limber left hook off the hip: Dani out on her feet, staring, just taking it but refusing to swoon to the canvas and THE REF STEPS IN! Seconds left in the bout—Britney smashing at the ragged dregs of Dani when the official finally saves Fishel from further abuse. TKO10 in heartpounding fashion: Britney Spears.

After: Dani beaten beyond recognition, but not so far gone that she isn’t absolutely heartbroken: she sobs bitter, destitute tears against the man’s shirt as ref cradles Fishel to safety. Spears crying, tortured body spasming and quivering—she walks away, then collapses to her knees as BSE teammates rush in to support her. Emotional fight—both beauties beaten beyond their limits, but Spears handing Fishel one of her most devastating defeats tonight—getting toe-to-toe, belly-to-belly on her rival. “I so wanted to stop her,” a weepy/happy Britney snivels in postfight. “I can’t even tell you. She stopped me to start her career and now I feel I’ve finally answered that loss. I’m on top now: I’m on top of Dani and I’m never letting her up. I honestly don’t see her besting me ever again: I just took her best and poured it back onto her. I used up every last drop of Dani Fishel tonight, and let me tell you; it’s been a long time coming!” Hard feelings in postfight as Cat Bell, Syren shriek angrily at BSE suits and fighters alike: TE gals not liking the way Britney deliberately punched Dani in the clinch—Spears obviously working on that Dani-busting tactic in camp, as far as TE is concerned.

Reposted by Archer 4/23/09.