Originally posted by Simguy on 12/7/2002, 8:21 am

Before: Rematch of two like minded fighters—both are mean spirited finishers who like to take an opponent’s heart out of the fight. “Catherine and I are a lot alike,” admits Brittany, “we both like to leave our scent on her girl, get in the extra punch, really do a complete number on opponents. She’s hurting right now, but that’s go nothing to do with this bout—I’ve wanted a rematch ever since she first got the better of me and I expect her to be the Catherine Zeta Jones of old, not the OLD Catherine Zeta Jones we’ve been seeing.”

Jones with her back to the wall—her condescension towards girls like Brittany is well known: “Evidently, the kitten has forgotten the clouting I gave her not so long ago. I’ve never seen anyone so eager to take a beating, but so be it.”

Zeta Jones in red bikini, Daniel in bra style bikini/

During R1: Girls go shoulder to shoulder midring, both with right hands high and tight to face, trying to turn into licking hooks in close while nudging and bracing with shoulders and extended left elbows. Banging give and take, slow clockwise rotation. Midway through, Daniel with a quick double-cuffing left—second blow finds Jones’ chin and brunette’s back foot slips out from underneath—she’s stunned. Daniel stubby with suspect gut, backing the brunette to the ropes. Final minute a blonde romp—Daniel standing up into gorgeous pumping lefts and rights to the jugs, pounding those regal puppies flat as Jones slips into slack jawed stupor. Brittany heaping on after the bell—ref pulls her off—Catherine’s haughty face pinched in pain as she slouches to her corner.

R@: Girls not having to look for each other, both staying compact, getting close, raking each other with hooks spotting selective right hands as both defences are tested. Both girls with similar plans—left hands banging away beneath and around protective elbows, seeking gut and rib—short, stiff right hands up top, trying to tag the jaw as the other woman absorbs a body shot and maybe drops her guard. Both adept at standing in the pocket, mocing their heads just enough, using their shoulders and gloves to block or parry blows—crowd treated to high tempo exchanges as girls stay in position to punch throughout. Down the stretch, Brittany separates herself—she’s squeaking that hook just inside Jones’ right hand and thumping loud to the solar plexus, putting brunette butt in the ropes. Round ends to the sight of Catherine covering up—Brittany letting her hands go with a satisfying flurry at the bell.

R3: Same intense action at close quarters, but punching’s harder, spank is louder, both girls wincing, showing signs of wear as bodies are beaten. They’re taking turns: Brittany grunting as she turns her hips into a thumping left to the belly, pulling it off Catherine’s body and picking the brunette up a quick left uppercut. Jones responding, weight on her right foot as she prods Daniel the extended left elbow, then suddenly dropping the right hand in on the cheek, mopping up Daniel belly with a biting hook. Hardhearted back and forth, both girls doing enough defensively to allow them to stand their grounds, but both absorbing tremendous punishment as chins and bodies are routinely whalloped. Neither woman heeds the bell—ref intercedes as girls trade hateful glares, chests heaving with exertion.

R4: Back at it, midring, shoulder to shoulder, gnawing on each other with bitter tenacity. Early on, Jones shakes Brittany up with a drifting hook to the trunks, little elbow nudge and a clouting left on the teeth that has the blonde on her heels. Daniel crossing her arms, trying to lean forward—Jones with a beautifully placed swinging right hand under the left elbow yanks a cry from pretty Brittany’s lips. DANIEL TAKES A KNEE! Brittany blinking back tears—God awful body shot just gutting her on the spot—crowd can see in her legs the effort it takes to beat the count. JONES POURS IT ON! Catherine putting Brittany to the torch, getting on her with hard shoulder rub, mauling Daniel at the ropes, raking her with hooks and pounding nubile bonde breasts with cruel short strokes. Crowd roaring as Daniel looks to be sagging, but Brittany comes alive, suddenly hooking hard off the ropes and clocking Jones’ jaw. CZJ’s HURT! Catherine staggering in a semi circle, beaten to the ropes as Daniel cranks hooks and now blonde’s working brunette up against the strands! Daniel snarling as she lets her fists go—brutal tearing assault that shakes Jones’ belly, rattles her chin. Catherine stunned, paralyzed by the appalling assault—she sits on the ropes, not punching back and DANIEL POURS IT ON! Jones defenceless—Daniel helping herself to sack. Mugging jug with such fury that Catherine’s mouthpiece dribbles off her teeth as she lolls limp in the ropes. AND THE~ REF STEPS IN! Daniel bundled away—Jones a blubbery wreck, numb from punishment—TKO4 Brittany Daniel!

After: Slide continues for Jones—and Daniel only too happy to grease the track. “I can’t believe she stood and traded with me,” says a bruised, but beaming Brittany D. “She’s definitely shot—I mean, except for that body punch in the fourth, she had nothing, no pop, no sting. You know. I really hurt her in the first round and I think it took her legs away—she just didn’t have anything that could threaten me after that.”

Reposted by Archer 4/10/09.