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21 February 2012 Brittany Daniel vs Paula Patton

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Celebrity Boxing After Dark

Posted by simguy on 2/21/2012, 10:15 am

BEFORE: Tempestuous pre-fight...Girls getting nose to nose and posing big on one another...no punches thrown, but tensions running high as both girls recognize the athletic threat before them. "I'm expecting a brutal, brutal fight," Brittany confides in prefight. "Paula's bruising girls in her fights, win or lose - she's coming forward, she's imposing will. When I first saw her legs, I knew we were destined to get it on, because she's gotta be just as curious as I am to see who can have their way with the other. There aren't many physical challenges for me at my height and weight, so I'm really looking forward to this. Paula's a big strong girl, but I'm gonna get her done!" Patton hard-eyed, curt in rebuttal. "Somebody needs to tell Brittany this ain't no Sweet Valley High beach party. I'm about to whup ass on a blonde girl fellahs, so get ready. She's gonna come in all hot, but I will gentle that girl down. Gonna make those legs quit - nothing else will satisfy!" Brittany in athletic black bikini with bra-style top; small black gloves; shoulder length blonde hair. Patton in leopard print bra-style bikini; small black gloves; hair in slick ponytail. SIDEBAR: Erica Durance working the Daniel corner, given the physical nature of the opponent: Durance another strong legged vixen who's been a Patton-mimic in Daniel's preparations for this potentially draining fight.

R1: Girls get directly to it midring - Patton finding Brit via stiff left jab, then fitting tuff, short right hands thick to hip. Brit back via rugged right uppercut to body, putting the hook on top: Paula sponges up good sock early, hooks Brittany's tits in reprisal, then digs another right hand flat to paunch. Trade in compact hooks braces both chins - Paula quickly reaching under Brittany's arms to chest her into ropes thereafter. Cue clinch-fight: girls adjusting to get left arms in under opposing rights; chins resting on opposing left shoulders - both fighters working to dig thick right hands to tummies/lats from the half-clinch. Brittany known for her clinch-fighting, but Paula bullying blonde-girl against ropes, denying Brit's reversal attempts...brunette works atop blonde for the most part, steadily imposing will on the Daniel ribcage through 1.

R2: Brittany shows pounce early - lunging in via lead right to chin; doubling up on that right hand, face-spanking Paula onto her heels. Daniel turning Paula counter-clockwise - jumping in with power lead-rights, or leaping lead-hooks - acrobatic, ballistic stuff lighting Patton up. Patton trying to slug her way back into the round...midway through, her right uppercut from too far out misses, allowing Brit to hammer-home righty-on-the-jaw...Paula blinking, on her heels, relying on curvy legs to hold her up. Patton's feet parallel as she tries to push Brittany away: Daniel drives in a right hand to chin - just grazing Patton, spooking her upright; lunging hook follow up catches ALL of Patton's chin and DOWN GOES PAULA! Thunderclap whack - blonde girl getting rounded buns and powerful tanned legs into a qorgeous leaping wallop...strong brunette blown off her feet, sent crashing to her back as crowd roars in ovation. Happy Daniel grins down, bats gloves, jogs to neutral corner: Patton goggle-eyed, propping gingerly on elbows, rolling over right hip to get rickety to feet. Blinking 8 for Patton: she shakes off BrittanY's power, shows earmuff as she digs in at ropes: HERE COMES BRITTANY DANIEL! Muscular beatdown administered - Daniel pushing her head through to Patton's chest, wrestling brunette guard apart, then pumping away gut/ribs. Brittany brawny in there - grinding her left shoulder/extended left elbow on Paula to set; diggiing up tummy; slamming up under-jug with both fists chugging. Patton open-mouthed, trying to tie up...she's sleepy, wobbly-butt at bell as Brit pushes off all grins.

R3: Brittany quickly across ring to initiate grinding clinch-fight - reaching under Paula's arms to bull her to ropes. Left arms in under opposing rights - girls pushing and grunting inside, tucking right hands into thick bellies/hard flanks - occasionally trying for ear-jaw up top as the other girl dips to her right in the grasp. Patton shows tremendous strength - absorbing Brittany's early onslaught, then turrrrning blonde girl into ropes...Daniel visibly astonished to be getting handled in the clinch. Brit able to reverse as well, but leg-and-glute strain is obvious: Paula Patton proving every bit as able in the half-wrap, fighting Brittany's attrition fight. Final minute sees Paula muscle Brittany into her own corner and beat her there...pushing and punching from big brunette - right hands punching 'round Brit's extended left, digging into blonde lats at bell. Paula snarling, pushing all big-girl sweaty off Brittany...Daniel's mouth open, body throbbing from Patton's thumping work inside.

Erica Durance: "You need to impose will in the clinch B. She's taking minutes from you: you gotta get 'em back!"

R4: Daniel quick to reach in under Paula's arms - blonde legs and glutes driving hard to put Patton ropeside. Girls gasping, grunting as they strain to sort each other out: left arms wriggle in under right arms and away they go. Daniel's face red with effort - her right foot well back as she pushes weight into Paula, keeping Patton's butt on ropes. Blonde girl digging righty to gut, but also hammer-fisting that right hand down onto Patton's left quad...ref doesn't like it, telling Brit to "keep 'em up". Patton grimacing, punching her right fist flat-knuckle in above Brit's left hip, around Brit's left arm, but there's no weight on the shot: Paula slugging from a seat on the ropes, just arm-chopping at Brit here. Daniel huffing and puffing with muscular effort - compressing Patton, keeping her rope-bound, digging righty in spots...Patton's left hand pushing in deep on Brit's thick lats, trying to heave brawny blonde girl off. Good smothering round of pressure for Brit: she takes her first points in the clinch, earning nods of approval from Erica on the prance back to corner.

R5: Girls stiff-jabbing midring, taking a moment to shell away broadsides in hopes of softening each other up. Clockwise rotation as fighters methodically punish each other's pecs; spank away to offending pates and brows. Midway through, Brittany chops a right hand over top Paula's extended left, chipping chin...Daniel's left hand dangling, but she whips it up and around, clapping Patton hard to mouth as brunette's backing up. PAULA'S HURT! Lashing blonde hook puts Patton wobbly-butt...brunette hits ropes in swoon, stoops forward in earmuff, butt-on-ropes. Daniel moving in strong, squaring away close: reefing hook cuts in palm-up under Patton's right elbow; second hook digs in behind Patton's right tricep; clubbing right hacks at Patton's left ear; right uppercut splits the mitts from underneath, straightening Patton into ropes. Paula getting ass-beat, but keeping her guard together: as round progresses, Brit invests in brunette arms/biceps with clubbing, flat-knuckle shots, looking to break Patton down. All Daniel on Paula - blonde methodical, not clinching, just moving her hands, solving all problems with direct, bludgeoning brutality. Bell: Daniel forces eye contact...Patton wincing, visibly distressed, but keeping herself together through 5.

R6: Brit feels she broke Patton down in the fifth, now she reaches in to chest Paula to ropes, instituting clinch-fight for final victory. Grunting, straining stuff as fighters take turns reversing each other into ropes; bullying each other into position; beating each other thick, merciless right hands to quivering bodies. Mouths open on brawny shoulders; small gloves spanking out loud and wet against bruised ribs; trembling lats; pain-wracked tummies. Legs and glutes answering near constant demands for power - either to push the other girl into compliance or hold ground against her force. Both fighters now routinely employing hammer-fists from top-position at ropes, chopping at the opposing left quad: warnings all around as ref threatens sanctions that never come.

R7: Glorious, brutal hammer and tongs as mindless beauties slug away rights and lefts to heads and shoulders midring - just close-in, compact clubbing, both girls facing groggily into punishment as Paula drives Brittany back in walking barrage. Ropes: Patton reaches in under Brit's brawny arms to initiate clinch-fight: Daniel groaning, face pinched as Patton imposes will. Methodical digging and plowing commences...girls getting into one another's reserves with these draining tactics. Minute mark, Daniel seems spent - she's being pushed and bullied against ropes - Patton dominating the clinch. Paula shifts, pushing left shoulder into Brit's tits to pin her down; Paula's right hand pushes Brit's left arm down...now it's Paula just working from the wrap as Daniel's left arm is no longer under Patton's right. Patton's left arm in under Brit's right, slumping blonde girl forward; Patton's right pumping up into tummy, totally unobstructed now...Paula's lips pressed tight as she gives Brit the business inside, working hard. Blonde knees give a shimmy - brunette just punching up and in, up and in, and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Daniel sobbing aloud, dropping to all fours: Patton mouthbreathing, hands on hips, back slick with shining sweat as she steps back to let ref count. Brittany sniveling, but pulling herself up ropes: she takes rickety 8, forming crossed-arm against her body as Paula's wading back in. HAMMER AND TONGS! Patton moves in to finish; Brittany won't go quietly...THEY'RE LIGHTING EACH OTHER UP! Blistering back and forth as fight spills along ropes - girls falling into each other after hurling haymakers; each stumbling back under the other's weight. Fight stumbles to neutral corner and RIGHT HAND, BRITTANY DANIEL! Bashing shot jams onto Patton's jaw, buzzing her legs...Paula nearly dropped, but tying up around Brit's head to pull blonde girl into corner. Daniel with head lowered, teeth bared: SHE'S PUMPING HUP-HUP TO PAULA'S PAUNCH! Patton's face pinched in distressed, teeth bared, eyes frowned shut...Daniel digging, digging, DIGGING for quit. Crowd in hysterics as Patton's frozen on turnbuckles, just sponging up work...bell sounds - Daniel's still plundering tummy...ref has to get in there with a gut-wrench from behind to literally pull Daniel out of there. Crazy stuff - Daniel's rally converts Paula's 10-8 into regular 10-9 as BOTH vixens look ready to go on their stools.

R8: Battered, bludgeoned vixens trudge to midring: fighters fall-in immediately, writhing to reach left arms under right and plug away righty. Agonizing stuff now - girls fighting chest to chest, eyes closed, chins on each other's left shoulders...they're stumbling around, slugging each other mindless right hands to trembling bodies; bulling each other into ropes. Very few ref's breaks even though girls are tied up: both are working in the grasp. Groggy stuff spills along ropes - powerful legs and glutes working hard as feet stamp for position on top; fighters whining, gasping...it's just attrition in its purest form.

R9: Sloppy, heartfelt slugging - sometimes in the clinch, sometimes not. Paula slowly imposing will at ropes, pushing Brittany down, then struggling free of the clinch to work two-handed. Patton doing good stuff off Brit's chest - chopping away compact right/lefts to waist; straightening up to hook Brit's jugs; bashing Brit right hands upside the head as blonde girl's trying to hide behind her mitts. Thumping brutality issued Paula to Brittany: Daniel's curvy legs hold her up as she suffers like deadweight meat against ropes.

R10: More Paula-on-Brittany violence...blonde covering up earmuff, butt-in-ropes, just standing there all heavy and thick as Paula thumps away big-girl. Patton mouthbreathing, grunting as she throws, then falling in to crowd Brittany's guard...just a quick rest, forcing blonde girl to take weight, then Paula's pushing off and working. Patton thick to Brittany's waist with reefing left hooks - brunette arching her back, popping hips-right and lashing those babies in. Paula pounding away on blonde biceps, chopping away short inside, then looking for uppercuts. Daniel spellbound, soaking up the beating of a lifetime, but down the stretch, she proves her mettle. Final minute, Patton pouring on a thudding shutout when suddenly: Brit with a quick-clipping left uppercut from her guard chips Paula's chin, startling her. Brit doubles up the left uppercut - triples it: quick little Roy Jones licking strikes clipping away on Paula' putting her wobbly-butt! Patton distressed, reaching to clinch: Brit ducks under the arms, sidesteps, reaches in to tackle Patton ropes instead. Patton slumps against cables, face-in-gloves and BRITTANY POURS IT ON! Late surge from Daniel as she bares her teeth, lets hands go to offending flanks and lats - Daniel beating away robusto on cowering Patton as crowd roars to it's feet. Brit working, working, working - just belting Paula into stupor...Patton wilting, drooping forward under sustained barrage, but curvy legs hold her up...she'll make it to the finish line! Comes back UD10 by a single point, Brittany Daniel!

AFTER: Brittany squeezes eyes tight, crying out "YES!" as her hand is raised: Paula also shutting her eyes, bowing her head as tears flow. Brutal body to body slugfest dug out by Brittany D...all boils down to that 7th round rally when Daniel surged off the deck to take Paula's 10-8 off the table. Brittany wants to hug it out: Paula can't - it's just too soon...she walks away devastated, sitting unconsolable on her stool, face in hands/elbows on knees. "I feel for Paula right now," bruised, battered Brittany says in postfight. "Fighters say they give 'everything' all the time, but they rarely do: tonight, Paula and I gave everything. That's the closest I've ever come to quitting on my stool - I don't know what I might have done if Erica hadn't been there. It's such a tough loss for Paula to take, but I really hope she can get past this, because she's a champion in the making. I'm at the threshold of the hall of fame: for a girl like her to step in with a veteran like me, and give me a fight like that? That's amazing."