Posted by Simguy on 10/29/2004, 7:24 am.

Before: Mitchell feeling her oats--she’s outspoken about where she think Davidson rates. “I respect anyone who has the guts to get in that ring,” says confident Bev, “but I believe in my heart that I’m better than Amy and I will nock her out to prove it! I’m farther along than she is--I’ve had more rounds and I’ve had sparring sessions at the WB that would male her quit. I’m sorry, no offence to Amy, I’m sure she’s worked really hard for this fight, but I’m cleaning up0 on her when we hook up.” Davidson making “HUH?” faces at the dais--she’s not buying it. “Who does Bev think she is? I’m not in with Dani Fishel here--I’ll punch with Bev and knock HER out! Talk is cheap, Beverly!” neither girl long on intricate strategy--looks like the plan is to punch until the other woman drops: sweet. Beverly in mauve cotton bra and panties, white lace trim, Davidson in dark green push up and panties.

During R1: Mitchell bouncing right hands off Amy’s head early, gets Davidson moving backward, piles her into the ropes and goes to work. Mitchell leaning forward to grind with her head, hands up to push back on Amy’s biceps and bully her for openings, then it’s rich, strapping rights and lefts in clubbing fashion. Bev just staying on top, clouting away up top with wide lefts and rights or uppercuts, swinging large to the midsection, occasionally crowding in close to hold Amy down for plugging right hands to breadbasket. Bell to bell Beverly--she’s pumped, upbeat, grinning back to her corner--Amy rumpled, basically sat and took it for 3 minutes.

R2: Davidson attempting to meet Bev with vigor midring--girls bounce right hands off one another’s faces, ringing up choice backsides in early pell-mell slugging. Midway through, Mitchell with some looping right hands to the ear in close has Amy wandering to her right--Bev with a quick cuffing left on the lips, then a vicious digging left cashes in SPLAT on Davidson’s tender liver. Amy turning away, grimacing, hugging herself as she sinks to her haunches--Bev crows, struts to neutral corner hands high as ref issues count. Amy sucks it up, beats it, but she’s damaged goods--Beverly able to walk Davidson into the ropes, square up and bash away lusty to the bell.

R3: Mitchell marching on Davidson, eating her up. Bev using her head ala Mickey Ward--grinding it in there, levering Amy upright, then slamming away hamhanded to her biceps, belly and chest. Davidson just smudged up against the ropes, crossing her arms, trying to twist and toll a bit, but she’s basically getting bludgeoned. Bell to bell Bev--eyes sparkling--little minx enjoying clear dominance as she pounds away for more points on Davidson.

R4: More Mitchell on Davidson, Amy can’t fight a lick backing up, and she’s only so-so off the ropes--Bev’s able to come forward, grind away with her head, club and clout and cuff to her heart’s content. Nothing fancuy, Bev just putting her hands on Amy, bodying up whenever necessary to keep redhead pinned down, handing out a beat down like it ‘s “Free Beatdown Day” at the ballpark. Davidson gritting her teeth and slugging back in sopots--tough little competitor, trying ]to fight her way off the ropes, but she’s always beaten back into place and forced to cover up. Fourth round in a row--Mitchell smiling back, shaking her hair off her face as she stomps back to her corner.

R5:Amy halts the advance with some stubborn punching midring. Crowd pleasing stuff as girls keep bouncing huge right hands off each other’s skulls--they’re coming together and rebounding off the impacts slightly--like little bumper cars. Amy able to park a few thudding right hands to put of Beverly’s stomach and Mitchell doesn’t like it--Amy’s got her moving back for the first time in the fight. Down the stretch, it’s Amy grinding Bev into the ropes--Davidson looking much more polished with her weight forward--she uses her head to rub, hands to push for openings and she’s taking Mitchell meat with hungry clubbing strokes,. Bell sounds--Amy’s not interested--she bangs away to belly both hands, left cheek wet against Bev’s upper chest until ref tackles her off.

R6: DAVIDSON TACKLES MITCHELL BACK INTO HER CORNER! Bev a little frazzled, shopworn--half turns away from ballistic redhead charge and gets staked shoulder first into her turnbuckle as little Amy comes up punching! Davidson pinning her ears back, sloppy at times as she falls in and smothers herself, but she’s on top and working as Bev cowers. Amy pushing into Bev, getting a forearm flat against the chest to lean weight ion Mitchell, the plugging away the free mitt--she’s pumping multiple rights, multiple lefts out of the posture and BEVERLY’S HURTING! Mitchell grimacing, twisting to relieve pressure, but Amy’s all over her, practically fighting inside Bev’s trunks, Davidson able to pack home short, cudgeling blows with her head in Mitchell--compact delivery and all-out ferocity taking the place of finer skills, Bev covering up when she should be clinching--Amy’s basically able o keep her hands free and work and she’s taking EVERYTHING. Tits, back, belly, chin--Amy shoving, slugging mauling and BEV GOES DOWN! Mitchell in a fog--accumulation of frenzied slobber knockers takes out her legs and it’s OVER! Count passes an exhausted Bev Mitchell by--KO6 slugging Amy D!

After: Davidson overjoyed=--leaping and cavorting in victory. Mitchell: panting on her haunches, right arm on a turnbuckle as she slumps in her corner--she spent up her money early and had nothing left as Davidson poured home the punishment. “I went down,” says an excited Amy in post fight, “I went down and I just said :’NO--I’m not quitting’. She went down and she quit--that’s the difference between her and me! She can have all the sparring she wants, she can he this big WB fighter but when the chips were down--I took her best, she couldn’t take mine.”

Reposted by Archer 12/10/12.