PARTIAL REPORT

Daniel in crimson bikini

Missy in royal blue bikini top, orange bottoms, puncher’s ponytail

TKO9 Daniel

Missy’s physical specimen on par with Evangeline Lilly or Jaime Pressly in the bantamweight division, and she counted on her physicality against the similarly engineered Daniel—hoping that the age advantage would offset Daniel’s mature muscle mass. It didn’t work out that way, but Peregrym gallantly gave it everything she had in a doomed struggle against the ballistic blonde.

Missy opened the fight vigorously seeking battle—initiating rapid fire exchanges and brazenly tidying up Daniel’s proud ribcage as well as tagging Daniel chin some crowd-wowing right hands. For the first three rounds, this was a vicious punching, wide-ranging, rip-roaring slugfest that saw Missy win the first and split the next two in stubborn negotiations with the HMK hardbody.

But Brittany Daniel is a bantam who can does go up in weight to battle lightweights on their home turf: Missy simply isn’t. Despite scoring well on Brittany—especially early—Peregrym’s blows weren’t having the expected effect, and after 3 torrid heats, it began to dawn on the brunette corner that frontal battle wasn’t going to get it done.

Unfortunately, attempting to disengage and outbox the fabulously conditioned blonde proved just as forlorn a hope. The fight slowly became Brittany stalking and forcing the fight, while Missy flurried in spots and began a long, agonizing series of tactical withdrawls, her back drawing ever closer to the ropes as Brittany’s command of the ring grew increasingly secure, From the sixth round on, Daniel was enjoying long, punishing stretches of hammer-handed bombardment on Missy—battering the brunette as she sat I the ropes, stooped forward behind her mitts, Peregrym’s furious reprisals grew desperate and more infrequent as the damage accrued. Boxing insiders winced at the sight as Daniel slowly, methodically took away Missy’s options one by one.

In the 8^th, a steady pulse of Daniel punches—sharp, snapping and brutal—suddenly produced a dramatic loosening in the limbs and torso of her foe. Missy slumped sleepy in the ropes, her guard drooping, her face blank, eyes staring. Grinning, Daniel poured home rapid-stamping assault to her foe’s chest, punching so furiously that groggy Missy’s mouthpiece dribbled off her teeth. The sight of Missy helplessly absorbing leather, head bobbing, finally brought the ref in. Daniel strutted away smiling, having proved her point muscular fashion on a shabby beaten Missy tonight.

Reposted by Archer 10/13/09.