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9 December 2011 Cat Bell vs Daniela Ruah

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Posted by simguy on 12/9/2011, 1:09 pm

Before: Watershed moment in any young fighter's career: finally engaging with her "type" from the previous generation of boxers. "I'm excited," Ruah says, beaming in prefight. "Pumped. Confident. I've dreamed about taking Cat out back the woodshed, and now that the day has come, I can't wait to fight. I just see this as my real debut - my coming-out party for the FCBA!" Bell non-plussed: the watershed moment goes both ways after all. "So Daniela's the new Cat Bell," Bell smirks. "Honestly, I'm surprised it has taken her this long to make a move. Once I saw what a cheap knock-off of JAG NCIS is - and actually, NCIS LA's an even cheaper knock-off of a knock-off - I knew it would only be a matter of time before this fight happened. She's young; obviously high spirited...I can see why you guys would be excited about her. But let's not rush to judgement, shall we? Let's do the coronation AFTER the fight, not before." Bell in electric blue bikini; long straight black hair with bangs; white gloves. Ruah in mexican pinata-print bikini (pinks and turquoises; wavy line patterns) with heavy halter top twist-tied between the jugs; pink gloves; dark hair loose, tangly/wild.

During R1: BELL GETS CLOCKED! Cat waiting in her stance - right at her cheek; left across her gut...she just doesn't react as Ruah loops in a swinging right clean to chin! Bell hurt, stumbling out of orbit: she shifts guard to temples, elbows out from her body as she tries to regroup. Ruah grinning - weight on left (front) foot...she's just CRANKING hooks: big, sweeping Tommy Hearns lefts rising up into Cat's breadbasket...Ruah arching her back, popping hips-right to slam these babies home. Midring action...Daniela shifting gently clockwise as she works the body...Cat turning in ear-muff, sponging up the licks. Big booming shots - Daniela's sleek, wiry frame tight with triggering-effort; slender arm shivering as fist comes to slamming halt on tummy...to reset herself, Ruah's right hand will come up to push at Cat's guard as Daniela shifts her stance. Thumping, thudding abuse absolutely heartbreaking to watch - longtime Bell fans already blinking away tears as their heroine turns creakily on the spot, absorbing hellish punishment. Bell breaks at the two minute mark - face pinched, eyes blinking "how-could-you"...she backs into ropes, sets up earmuff, digs in on apron as Daniela squares away. Rangy-thick body beatdown continues...Daniela leaning forward and lapping right/lefts up into Cat's trembling torso...Ruah just strapping away, lifting leather up into meat like young fighters have been doing to their elders for generations. Bell: Ruah open-mouthed, panting...Bell keeps her feet, but tears stand in her eyes without falling...she's crippled!

R2: Midring, Daniela outside; Cat in earmuff, turning to stay square as Ruah pivots clockwise. Daniela a little winded, eases off the gas a bit - just reaching out to fetch Cat an open-handed, slightly backhand jab loud against the guard. Bell sluggish, obviously still gut-worn and leg-weary from the murderous first round body assault: she's just keeping hands up, blocking shots. Down the stretch, Cat slops her own jab to Ruah's impressive rack, setting those jubblies a-jostling as Ruah backs off with scolded expression.

R3: Same again - Ruah all leggy/rangy, circling clockwise around a stationary Cat Bell who's covered up earmuff. Ref warning Ruah for that lanky, open-handed jab she's using: Daniela keeps it up regardless. Daniela triggering the odd straight right off her shoulder - testing Cat's guard up top, or slanting it down into the Bell breadbasket...Cat grunting upon receipt, still obviously very tender downstairs.

R4: Cat engages midring this time, jabbing with Ruah from range: Bell treating herself to Daniela's stupendous rack with insolent, heavy left hands. Ruah looks to hook wide n' huge: little half-step back moves Cat out of range; causes Daniela to hop forward, where Cat's able to stamp her the straight right counter. Point-fighting from Bell here - not getting her weight into shots, but touching Daniela, outmaneuvering her, tying her up repeatedly to keep initiative.

R5: Oh those wicked, rising, evil hooks Ruah to Bell! Daniela so long, lean and broad shouldered - setting weight on that front (left) leg, arching her back and getting up into Cat's stomach with thick, thumping left hands. Bell gasping, wobbly butt from shock...all she can do is turn as Ruah pivots clockwise around the hooks and absorb the next wallop. Paralyzing first minute has Cat docile, helpless to answer: Ruah starts to pick away from outside, working off the hook. Slinging right cross into Cat's guard punches it apart; cuffing left clouts Cat's award-winning jugs - Ruah tightening up stroke to clap away tidy. Bell gasping, giving ground: Ruah in pursuit, flopping out the open-hand jab to maintain contact. Gorgeous, limber-limbed lanky slugging belts Cat along all four ropes: Bell just trying to absorb, hoping to tire Ruah out for an eventual counter-attack. Meanwhile: Daniela's getting off HUGE - lambasting the waistline, and getting into the rack with heavy, cuffing left hand clout.

R6: Rousing, rangy two-way slugfest midring as Cat realizes she needs to start pushing-back. Clapping, clouting long-armed blows - girls covering up, rolling and dipping on their hips, then slopping wallop when its her turn. Bell turning Ruah's chin with right hands; Daniela clapping Cat's tits lefty, then going down-torso to slop hooks in behind right elbow. Bell edging in close, lifting a short, jagged left uppercut to Ruah's sternum: Daniela digging back in kind, and putting the overhand right on top for good measure. Spirited, crowdpleasing stuff - fighters extending on punches, getting legs and backs into rangy powershots bell to bell.

R7: Cat continues to press the pace - driving in and down via spearing straight right hands to pound at Daniela's midsection. Ruah retreating for the first time - face frowning in concern: Bell landing, hitting hard. Cat walking Daniela down - jabbing over D's left shoulder to pre-empt, then leaning in to jam right hand to jaw: Cat then folding Ruah's head into crook of left arm, clinching for ref's break. Clever, hard-nosed stuff slows Ruah, scuffs her up - Cat gettin' done in a bruising 7th.

R8: Same methodical attack from Cat: she's walking the New Cat Bell down; touching her the jab; feeding her the cross; leaning in close and gutting her the jagged left uppercut to sternum. Ruah in full rout by the minute mark - ashen-faced, looking ass-kicked. Midway through, Bell traps Ruah ropeside - hooking at Daniela's slender waist, then driving in righty up top: pounding face-punch drives D's head back over top rope then DROPS HER TO ALL FOURS! Gut check for Ruah: she's busting up, getting trounced...she climbs the ropes, assures ref she's good to continue! Deep breath Cat Bell: she wades in, pushes Daniela against ropes, starts lashing away right/left to waist, then works up-torso to clobber those jubblies! Daniela sobbing aloud, reaching to clinch...payback to the body has Bell atop Ruah through 8.

R9: Shabby vixens mouth-breathing, jug-sore and leg-weary...they lean in midring, stroking away tit-for-freaking-tat! Women with weight on front (left) legs - right foot well back...each forming earmuff and ducking/rolling on her hips while the other's hoisting rangy hooks; slinging sinewy rights up top. Gorgeous clapping contact as mitts cuff tummies or clout jug; the occasional ringing blast to chin turns either beautiful aside all eyes shut tight, lips pursed. Girls get progressively sloppier as round grinds on...by the end both are whining, pushing at each other's inner-elbows, just slugging mindlessly to bell.

R10: CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! Ruah weight on left (lead) foot, cranking those rising left hooks up into Catherine's midsection...poor Bell stricken, covering up mitts-at-brows, legs suddenly paralyzed. CHUP! CHUP! Ruah banks a couple extra hooks, shifts to her right this time...Cat spellbound, reaching to paw her jab only to take the full force of Ruah's slinging right hand on the chin! Daniela leaning in and pouring that long right over Cat's left shoulder...shattering whack swivel's Cat's head, picks her right foot up off the canvas behind her and pitches her face-first to canvas. It's OVER! Cat KO'd on her belly...Ruah reeling from her own punishment...it's KO10 Daniela Ruah!

After: Bell refusing to pass the torch lightly, knocking Ruah down; beating the hell out of latina lovely until Daniela check-mates the chin. Ruah blubbering from pain and exhiliration, getting hugged up off her feet by her guys...it's a big moment for rangy D. "Whew!" Daniela exhales in postfight, clearly relieved to survive Cat's second half surge. "She's a cagey devil, I'll give her that. Thought I was just going to beat her down early - she wasn't doing much, just giving up her body to my hooks, and then BAM! Fight broke out. Cat Bell's still got awesome power and determination...once she hurt me, I knew it was last-woman-standing. I just had more, you know? I just had more in the tank...took all she had, then poured it on for the finish. I LOVE that I built to a knockout: I wouldn't want anyone to say I got flukey and checked her out cold. I broke that woman down, and put her away like you're supposed to, and I don't want to hear anyone say anything different!"