Posted by Simguy on 8/22/2003, 6:34 am.

Before: Pundits agreed that Daniel CAN make this an easy fight, but split on whether or not she will. “She stands in front of Knowles to get at those jugs,” warns one BLONDE! magazine staffer, “they’ll be scraping little Brittany off the third row seats.” Janet Jones understanding the peculiar risks associated with fighting the limited, but devastating punching Beyonce sums it up. “We’re not shying away from jug just because Knowles can sock—Brittany’s still got the green light. But I want her to get in and out, pick her spots and box this girl, no doubt about it. Daniel hasn’t had to box much against comp like Berry or Casta—going right at them was good enough—but we just can’t afford to let Knowles get comfortable in there.” Knowing Beyonce’s always struggling to make weight—there’s Daniel on the dais, eating a cream cheese icing cupcake, sly grin in BK’s direction. Pure torture for Knowles and her infamous sweet tooth—she cant help but stare longingly, resentfully at Daniel’s lascivious  chewing. Beyonce in green halter bikini top, yellow full coverage bottoms, blonde ponytail, Brittany I tawdry white cut off shirt, neon blue bikini bottoms, tousle.

During R1: Knowles non-chalant off her stool, still talking to her trainer when a charging Daniel roars in! Brittany shelling Beyonce with slashing lefts and rights, dousing he shocked pop princess, pelting her up against the turnbuckles—Knowles crossing her arms, stooping forward, taking punches. Squall of punching over—Daniel stepping out, keeping a smart jab on Knowles, luring the big girl to midring, Brittany dancing right, jabbing at Beyonce’s brow, then chopping the right in above Beyonce’s left shoulder, gets a CRACKING right hand on the jaw, steps right, gets it again and KNOWLES GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Brittany bravely stepping in—hooking tit, hooking tit, slipping in under a panicky Knowles right hand, uncoiling out of the crouch and jumping her body in behind a tight hook to chin. Knowles slipping back on the heels, eyes shiny with hurt—Daniel quick-chopping out lefts and rights in pursuit as she taps Beyonce off balance to the ropes, Knowles covering up, bent at the waist—Brittany strong on he front foot, helps herself to liver with a digging series of withering hooks, then DANIEL GOES JUG! Knowles stacked up as Daniel romps to puppy—singer staring in shock, trying to punch back. Girls trade hooks—BEYONCE’S MOUTHPIECE SHOOTS OFF HER TEETH! Knowles guard down, she’s listing forward—Daniel letting her hands go, hammering away on the drowsy face AND THE~REF STEPS IN! TKO! Brittany freakin’ Daniel!

After: Lightning bolt gash at the hairline, staring eyes, way-gone legs—Beyonce just lit up from the opening bell by a SMOKING Brittany Daniel, little blonde just a tempest in a t-shirt—showing NO respect for the stronger woman and hacking her to ribbins with a Gatling gun display of hand and foot speed. Knowles blubbering like alost little girl in the aftermath, totally humiliated—gets worse when Daniel struts over to take her pound of haunch. Stacked up in the ropes clutching turnbuckle and wailing into the crow—Knowles takes a clapping to her backside as Daniel completes one of the most shocking routs of the year, Brittany’s eyes gleaming with pleasure—she’s enjoying some serious booty tonight—not many can give it up like Beyonce and it’s a treat for a real connoisseur.

Reposted by Archer 11/22/09.