Posted by Simguy on 7/1/2005, 10:11 pm.

Before: “I’ll hurt Dani Fishel,” vows Kelly Packard in prefight.  “Ask Eliza if I can hit at the weight—ask Hilarie Burton. I’m telling you it won’t all be shoeshines and fancy footwork on Fishel: I mean to put her down in this fight and prove once and for all I belong anywhere I want to be.” Fishel scoffing at flyweight interloper and her promises of pain. “Eliza is still struggling to shake off my body shots—that’s the only reason Kelly got to her. Packard couldn’t beat Dushku again if they fought a dozen more times. Every time a flyweight jumps up and starts honking like a puffed up goose, it winds up being me who has to show ‘em what bantamweight beef is all about, The only thing I’m worried about is that Kelly, who is a legitimately great boxer, sticks to that plan and cons the judges into giving her a decision. I have to take the verdict out of the judges hands and that means only one thing: Kelly must sleep!” Dani in sporty navy bandeau with big baby  blue polka dots, ponytail with curly bangs framing her face, shoes and thick white socks rolled down a ballistic look. Kelly in pink sport cut, yellow daisy print, solid pink bottoms, white shoes and socks, slick ponytail. Both girls opting for small gloves—Packard wants the grabbability: Dani wants more of her opunch to get through to Kelly.

R1: Dani smiling, arms crossed gently as she bobs, weaves her way forward. Kelly scooting, skirting perimeter, changing directions to the pursuit: she’s running and judges know it. All changes last as Packard stops, walks Dani into a sneaky lead right—while Dani’s soaking it up. Kelly nips her a tidy left hook on the chin and another pasting right to back Fishel up a tottering step. Jabs from Kelly dot Dani’s face as Packard steps right—blonde steals the round with another pounding right hand slanted down and in over Fishel’s left shoulder, getting good jarring impact on Dani’s jaw. Fishel grinning, nodding—she knows she got worked for late points there, acknowledges the feat.

R2: Dani rushes in: Kelly sidesteps. Packard working angles like a master, tapping Fishel the jab and 30 seconds in, lights up Dani’s backside a shivering right cross bingo on the button. Fishel wades through it, but she’s a little buzzed—extending arms in an awkward push, just trying to find Kelly. Packard stepping right, bending into a keen right on Fishel’s left eye, hooking the teeth and tidying up another right on, stepping away before Dani square away. Packard keeps trying Dani’s left flank, fighting off that lefty shoulder, keying right hands on chin and DANI IS STUNNED! Fishel tottering backward at last as she guzzles a bucketful of stinging K-Pac right hands—Kelly grimly coming forward, right hand cocked at her chest, loaded for bear, Kelly will jab Dani’s mouth while stepping left, but it’s a smoke screen: what Packard wants is to step right, load up weight on her right foot and launch in over Dani’s left shoulder that pulverizing, compact right cross, Round ends to the sight of Kelly stepping and getting three consecutive banging rights on the chin-tip of Dani: Fishel reeling, knock-kneed, and getting blitzed 10-8 on all cards without a knockdown. TE corner, Syren quips: “OK, you made your point—can we stick to the game plan now?”

R3: Dani smartening up: deeper bobbing, crossing her arms and bringing the right mitt up to her left cheek to help block Packard’s sloping cross, Stepping over to cut off the ring, prevent Kelly’s counterclockwise shift. Packard still beating Dani to punches, but not drilling her: Kelly depending upon tapping combos up top to bedevil Dani and buy time for quick pivots out of Dodge. Fishel whittles down the ring to one corner by the final minute, finally getting to Kelly’s chest and applying bash to either arm. Dani drops another round, but finally gets some of what she wants tactically in the third.

R4: Spirited stuff—Kelly nimble at the perimeter, showing plenty of leg, sacrificing power for quick-mitt shoeshines, spoiler lead rights, gimmicky double-jabs while shying away. Fishel stomping forward, crossing arms, bobbing down, hooking out of her crouch, moving her head—she’s a ball of kinetic, punching jiggle, walking Kelly down. Dani enjoying more moments in front of Packard along the ropes, systematically bludgeoning Kelly’s biceps and shoulders, clubbing at her flanks, skidding blows off Packard’s skull. Kelly’s back touches ropes as she’s making slick moves defensively, leaning into strands to help slip shots, bouncing off to catch Dani cutey-pie counters. Dani upbeat at the bell, spinning away from Kelly and striding purposefully to her corner: did she try to ponytail-whip Kelly there? Packard glaring, obviously thinks so.

R5: Shutout Dani Fishel. Kelly only safe when she’s running for her life—whenever Fishel can crowd her to ropes, it’s all Dani. Kelly sitting in the ropes, getting low, trying to shoulder Fishel in her hips or tummy t lever her off. Slow torso rotation from Kelly as she rolls the incoming—Fishel stronger and stronger with each passing minute. Dani issuing stubby locator jabs, just finding Kelly, startling her, then labeling her hamhanded lefts and rights. Fishel completing her work on Kelly’s slender arms, pounding biceps numb this round, graduating more to work Packard’s plump jug, slender ribs and proud blonde tummy. Dani in her familiar shove and slug, getting a shoulder brawny in Kelly’s chest to bump her back, working out of the bob with snappy hooks and bunting right palms in the shoulder to ABT (Always Be Touching) Kelly. Packard exhaling through pursed lips as she slips and rolls, really concentrating in there—so far doing a good job keeping her chin out of harm’s way.

R6: Kelly answers, and answers with vigour. Packard uptempoing to a fever pitch, hopping along the perimeter, stopping to baste Dani in scrubbing squalls of lefts and rights: Dani covering uop and blocking much of it, but by the time she comes forward, Kelly’s gone. Packard scooting, using the ring, darting in jabs to Dani’s belly to keep Fishel guessing—Dani just can’t get on her. Packard’s right hand landing, but no longer shaking Dani: Fishel’s respect starting to fade as she presses the pace to tax Kelly’s legs. Packard breathing hard at the bell—she gets a shutout, but slumps dow weary on her stool for the break.

R7: Dani relentless, bobbing, jabbing stubby, issuing blunt straight lead right hands to help cut off the ring—she’s herding Packard to corners. Kelly grimacing as Dani gets on her—blonde trying to clinch for the first time, tie Dani up, but Fishel too strong. Constant, numbing bombardment of Kelly’s arms paying real dividends—blonde can’t maintain coherent guard, actually dropping hands to lap at times, trying to torso-roll her way out of trouble. Dani bodying up, pancaking slender Kelly against the ropes, shouldering her roughly, then hooking her chest, robs, tummy—short, cudgeling work being done downstairs and it’s too much. Kelly sinks tro one knee, ashen-faced—veteran buying time, getting herself together as Fishel struts grinning to neutral corner. Final minute all Fishel mop up: pure fireplug sjhove and slug to the bell as Dani grinds away.

R8: More Dani—Kelly wilting, mouthbreathing, sitting in the ropes and suffering. Fishel leaning in with her head and guard to crowd Kelly, jostle her, then work snapping licks to the flanks and midriff, still bobbing, maintaining that herky-jerk head movements. Kelly brushing receipts ineffectual—she’s doing herself more good by tying up behind Dani’s elbows and working her for ref’s breaks. Packard warming during one clinch: reaching behind Fishel and yanking her ponytail hard, drawing yelping complaint from little juggernaut. Bell to bell, Dan practically wearing Kelly’s trunks—Fishel steaming,. Glistening with satisfaction as she bops back to her corner refreshed.

R9: More Dani, bruising Dani: Kelly suffers. Packard sluggish,. No longer elusive, but showing her grit and stubbornness as she really absorbs a true bantamweight beatdown this round. Kel listless as she doubles forward or leans back into ropes all sleepy-eyed, pushing at Dani’s shoulders, slapping at her face or trying to tie up. Dani muscular, all head, shoulders, and gloves on Kelly’s chest, constantly oppressing blonde, suffocating her,. Bludgeoning spank of Dani’s mitts on Kelly’s tender meat a constant beat--;like somebody kicking a soccer ball off a concrete wall for practice. Bell: Packard’s mouth wide open, eyelashes fluttering—she staggers to her corner, slumps down and takes on water as she closes her eyes, tries to regroup.

R10: Spirited Kelly off the ropes early, flurrying savagely to buffet Dani about the ears—Fishel forced to back off, circle back in, but eventually Dani’s pressure imposes order., Packard’s brushing one-two scrub abates—she’s back to sitting in the ropes, covering up, tying up and rolling—Dani able to heap on punishment the way bantams have been punishing flyweights since time immemorial.  Packard stooped forward behind her mitts, sopping up hooks up and down her right flank—stoically soaking it uop at the bell as Dani happily belts away all ponytails, Comes back UD10, Dani Fishel.

After: Dazed, beat up Kelly escorted to her stool and given immediate TLC., brave little blonde did what she could tonight in carving out a respectable distance duke with Big D. Fishel bubbly, chatty in postfight despite puffiness evident upside her head and left eye.

Reposted by Archer 5/19/13.