SHOWCASE.

Originally posted by Singuy on 12/22/2002, 6:49 pm.

Before: Pressure on a young blonde’s shoulders: up against a brunette legend, coming off heartbreaking defeats and with head office heat in her corner to produce—it ain’t easy being a Krusher prospect. Daniel openly patterning her approach on Demi’s hard hitting, savvy style—it’s a fight Brittany says is “one of the reasons I got into boxing in the first place,” Moore disdainful as always, never one to appreciate upstart talent trying to get over on her name. Pundits like Demi’s conditioning and reportedly great camp—most feel age not a factor going in although Daniel might be a hair quicker with the mitts at this point,

Brittany in black bra style bikini, Demi in black Charlie’s Angels bikini.

During R1: Girls quickly agree to meet shoulder to shoulder and work for all 3 minutes of a blistering, body banging stanza. Tucked in tight crouches, elbows in, girls take turns raking each other with crisp, digging strokes, primarily multiple right hands to the leftside ribs, but also a busy array of hooks and clipping uppercuts, Both showing good pocket defenses, blocking shots up top, taking body shots on elbows, bobbing just enough to take the bite of contact. Daniel just a bit more effective bouncing the odd shot off Demi’s brows, Moore doing what little backing out there is. Up tempo round to Brittany.

R2: Demi’s a believer—she’s showing Brittany the jab, just pressing it into the blonde and stepping back to walk Daniel into the right cross. Brittany obliging and doing well, spitting her own jab, getting to Demi’s ribcage with a right round punch, then sinking her first juicy hooks to Moore’s precious jugs, Demi to the ropes, sets up elbows in, slowly rolling her torso, slipping punches while Brittany digs in as well. Brittany slashing away with vigorous side to side action, but Moore counterpunching brilliantly to land the cleanest blows thus far, Demi rolling at the waist , easing the left upper cut into Brittany, then a right uppercut, rolling under Daniel’s slicing attack, touching her a right in the ribcage, a sneaky left uppercut in the tits. Daniel spending herself up, hitting shoulders and guard or missing outright and paying dearly as Moore places hefty leather on target.; By the final minute, Daniel’s legs give way—she backs down forlorn—Moore straightens confidently off the ropes and walks her girl down with a rangefinding jab and pounding straight right hands to the heart and midriff. Daniel shaky at the bell as Demi breaks through.

R3: Brittany showing terrific resilience—hurt last round, she guts up and gets after it. She’s jabbing, using her legs, but not running—she’s just trying to touch up on Demi, step back as Moore crouches forward and bounce hooks/right hands off the brunette’s forehead. Moore reaching with that pressing jab, still trying to anchor the right hand in Brittany’s body to set up the hook on the chops. Down the stretch, pretty Brittany boxing has her turning Demi’s flank with a nifty pivot.

R4: Oh that banging trade! Girls just laying in off one another’s left shoulders, compact, crouches, snappy , tight punching up and down the flanks, burrowing in behind the elbows, tucking into jug—it’s ripping, heartless back and forth, Both love the little uppercut in tight, left or right, picking the other up smart in the mouth, Both like a sudden pivot with a push behind the opponent’s elbow to pen the back for a choice cheapshot. Both double up tough in the gut with hooks, then shrug the girl back with the shoulder as punishment adds up. Smoke clears, Demi’s landed harder blows, but Brittany’s busier, dictating the pace and controlling the action to further the lead.

R5: Bruising, face on face turn taking. Girls leaning in, getting off sharp, staying as low and compact as they can. Midway through, Demi suddenly breaks off, stepping out behind her jab—Daniel moves in and eats an exquisitely timed Moore right uppercut on the button. Power failure in Daniel’s legs—she flutters to her knees, a snivel of disappointment on her lips as she hastily beats the count. Moore with the prodding jab, slamming right hand flat to the body, mop up hook on the jaw and another bashing right down the pipe drapes Brittany ropeside. Daniel in trouble, hands up around her eyebrows—she does a great with the torso roll, making Demi miss over the top, but not countering the brunette at all, Window closes on Moore, but she’s got a hard look of satisfaction in her eyes—Daniel getting banged up through 5.

R6: Shotout Moore as she rolls up the weary blonde this round, Demi constantly coming forward—Daniel trying to buy time with her legs, looking a little ragged as she is hounded to the ropes and worked over in that familiar tight crouch. Brittany edging in with shoulder to nudge Moore off, stepping out using the ring—it’s a good defensive round for the blonde to recuperate as Moore dominates, but can’t find the kill switch.

R7: SHATTERING exchanges bring the crowd to its feet, both girls sharp and furious with jagged straight punches, biting compact hooks, bursting 3 punch combos up and down each other’s athletic frames. Harsh spank of these blows breathtaking, cracking loud through the TV mic—onlookers can’t believe both girls are standing up to this stuff! The suffering is mutual and sustained—first one, then the other takes all she can, handing out punishment with hungry desperation to inflict. Chins and faces being struck cleanly, consistently for the first time as defenses get ragged—it’s all about being the last woman standing at the bell. Punching splatters in after the break—ref takes a hand—seething  glares and heaving chests all around as neither beauty wants to leave off.

R8: Same look as the 7^th, but neither girl can sustain that ferocious tenacity quite the same way. More tactical, girls edging in with the lead shoulder, using the jab to step out with, trying to time the other for rights to the jaw rather than working non stop for an opening. Classy angles being used, both trying to turn a flank and gouge a kidney, Daniel getting the better of it, helping herself to jug with some shoving late right hands.

R9: Demio] knows it’s close, goes right at Brittany with an endless series of bursting attacks to shut the blonde down this round, Lots of highlight stuff—Demi with the lead right uppercut in the chest, biting hook around the right elbow, escape to the side. Demi with fade step, hesitation right on the jaw, swinging hook in the tits, escape to the right. Demi fighting brilliantly in reverse, slipping Brittany punches and walking her into jolting straight rights and chopping hooks, then spinning neat off the ropes. Daniel wobbly butt after a minute and half of concussive punching to her face and body—she’s ragged down the stretch. Moore just so deliberate, so precise, fitting her fists into Daniel’s straining midsection, working her breasts, turning her head hard to the side with flush connects—experience really showing as Moore focuses late.

R10: Toe to toe for 2 minutes—Brittany grinding her tousle against Moore’s face, refusing to back down—they’re just hunkered in close, shoulders and backs pumping short clouting swings into each other, each furiously testing the other’s torso inside. Moore just a little craftier, turning Brit with a push behind the elbow to relieve pressure and reset the action, countering a bit better off Daniel’s misses, really getting that right uppercut home to jug and chin as Brittany presses forward. Busy, busy action to thr bell and beyond—ref shoves’em apart as once again the girls just haven’t had enough. Long delay as close cards are tallied: comes back a one point duke—Demi Moore.

After: “YES!” a relieved Moore shouts, eyes closed, head back, fists raised, To her left, a blank stare, badly battered blonde face—Daniel expressionless as the decision lances through her, Knockdowns the difference as Brittany gave Demi all she could handle in Moore’s own style—rarely se that sort of volume of hard punching both ways, all night long. Daniel facing an uncertain future despite a terrific effort tonight. Moore showing that she’s still the boss when it comes to hard work, savvy and determination in the ring. Also showing brass—she confronts Brittany en route to her corner, forcing eye contact, refusing to get out of the way, then waggling her finger “No” in Brittany’s tired face,

(Sorry Kim—but thanks for reminding me, For what it’s worth, this is my favourite match up at the moment—one fight I’d definitely like to see for real.)

Reposted by Archer 4/18/09.