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26 October 2018 Title Ch Michelle Williams vs Olivia Holt

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Posted by Lookout! Boxing on Oct 27, 2018 at 1:04pm

Michelle Williams versus Olivia Holt (Flyweight Title)

Before: Olivia: “It’s true this is Mishy’s 13th title and it’s my 12th fight. I get that. I get I’m the underdog. But you know what? That’s all in the past. THIS year it’s my second title fight. It’s only Mish’s third. She was great in her day. But it’s not her day anymore. It’s been my year, and this is just going to make it obvious!”

Michelle listens, her mouth dropping open as the diatribe goes on. When Olivia pauses for breath, she rolls her eyes dramatically, then stands up and walks out.

BLONDE magazine hyping this fight to the stars, a “Clash of Generations” and it’s not hard to see why. Holt was two when Williams got her first win, three when she won her first title. Five when Mishy’s record-setting flyweight title reign began, six when it ended. She was 12 when Mishy won her 100th, 14 when Williams was inducted into the Hall of Fame. With such a gap, it’s a testament to Michelle’s skills and HISC’s management that Williams is still the favored fighter.

Olivia entering wearing her signature black high-waisted bikini, chin-length hair, black gloves. Michelle enters wearing her signature zebra-print twist-tie top, pixie-cut, black gloves. When invited to touch gloves, Mishy hooks Olivia’s head to the left. Holt back with an immediate short uppie, snapping Williams’ head back.

R1: Mishy the aggressor, systematically going at Olivia to soften her, loosen her up. Holt winds up backed up on the ropes, slugging back short, muscular strokes, but hard-pressed: Williams nicely disciplined, forcing the issue at close quarters. Mish pressing in with guard-and-head all big-girl, bumping up, then jerking short little left or right uppercuts - bumping contact picking up ‘Livy's chin, then goes downstairs with snappy hooks, looking to gut the youngster while she's still absorbing the chin-check. Holt sturdy, sponging it all up - she's back at Williams with tight little uppercuts or hooks out of the guard, constantly bringing her hands back to her face, keeping elbows in to receive the Champ’s spirited leather. Good brisk back-and-forth spank - but Mish keeping Olivia pinned down. After the bell, Williams lands a blatant right to Holt's cheek, immediately leaning in to kiss the bruise a smart peck before turning away on her heel - leaving the blonde open-mouthed and STEAMING!

R2: Ding Dong, time for school: Olivia working Mish like a master - circling left, touching the champ up. Hands high, spearing jabs belly and face - Williams with dukes at chin, twisting into haymakers, missing. Holt changing distance with just a little lean back, dragging her front foot, always in position to take advantage, Mishy crouching forward, unable to close the distance. Bell to bell paint job from ‘Livy - by the final minute she's landing stinging crosses, biting hooks off that accurate stick.

R3: Mishy moving her head better, timing Olivia, able to get in on occasion and bang the ribcage. Holt still dictating terms: ranging left, easing back onto her right foot to change distance, cuffing Williams the counter hook, transitioning to lead with jabs and crosses. ‘Livy downright INSOLENT with that rigid left, hooking Mish with it, uppercutting when the Champ cuts inside, always keeping the jab on. Holt also stacking up Williams' rushes with chugging volleys to the midriff, Mish still storming forward, but now being forced to backpedal under pressure - Olivia looking to take her lungs away. Back-to-back rounds for Holt, Williams lumping up, corner talking to her like SHE’S the 21-year-old.

R4: Mish takes control, coming forward, finally making Olivia react. Holt showing good composure - she's not getting hit flush, turning a shoulder or rolling with incoming picking Williams up with the jab or straight right hand making the legend pay a price for a headlong assault. Mish wins the round at the ropes however - getting her head and shoulders on ‘Livy, often reaching behind her girl to grab the ropes to anchor stuffing right hands, HER turn to use up the blonde to the body. Ref warning Williams about it, Champ’s totally indifferent.

R5: Olivia circling behind her jab, just bouncing the punch off Mish’s skull, goading the Champ on. Williams ever forward, but not effective this time: Holt waiting, then getting off with slinging rights and lefts, slashing and batting Mish around the head & shoulders, then sliding out to either side. Midway through, ‘Livy bats away a slinging left, steps to the right and NAILS Mish a drifting right cross! Mouthpiece slung across the ring, Champ put wobbly butt, smaller blonde wades in with slender armed lefts and right and now it’s MISHY’S turn to back up onto the ropes! Holt loving it, plundering gut as Williams takes her medicine.

R6: Mish changing things up, gets her way--using her underrated jab to make Olivia commit, stepping in close to tuck a tidy right hand in under Holt’s breast line, challenger’s clinching, hanging on for breaks as the body blows slow her up. Stop and go action, Williams the boss--she’s able to body ‘Livy into the ropes and work her over steadily down the stretch.

R7: Olivia setting the tone with deft footwork, quick hands, maddening upper body movement. Holt circles outside behind her jab, steering Williams, keeping things midring. “Livy picks her spots to edge in close and low, hustle-punch to Mish’s midsection, then ducking/pivoting out to the side. Holt feinting, shooting in quirky lead right pokes to Champ’s chin, and coming off the brisket to shoeshine rack with the backs of her knuckles, just scrubbing away on a bewildered Williams. Mishy swinging back, but it’s ugly, shotgun stuff, Olivia making the Hall-of-Famer look amateurish

R8: Bell to bell Mish. Hooks, thick right hands, driving the smaller blonde ropeside. Olivia covering up, bending and straightening at the waist, turning her shoulders to slip blows, but Williams just keeps piling it on. Thumping lefts and rights beat down slender shoulders, biceps, club against skull. Mish once again handing back the beating she took last round in kind. At the bell: swaying, panting blondes woozy with punishment - Williams pressing up on Holt, ‘Livy not backing down, they’re forehead-to-forehead till the ref levers them apart, all even after 8

R9: Olivia with more movement, just sliding her front foot, pivoting on it, bending forward, leaning back, clipping Mish with straight rights, hooks off the jab, left and right uppies as Champ tries to snuggle in close. Midway through - Holt pounds a right between Williams's raised mitts, gets it again, puts the hook on top - champ spills hurt to the ropes. Olivia wades in, romps to jug, but Mishy won't give them away for free - slugging mayhem to the bell - blondes flat footed, cheek to cheek, hustling leather back and forth, both shipping hurt amidships. Ref has to take a hand as neither wants to quit at the break. Olivia pulling ahead in the championship rounds, pauses on the way back to her corner to make the “title belt” gesture at Vanessa Hudgens ringside before turning her back and giving a bum-flirt that would make Adriana Lima proud as she makes her way to her stool.

R10: Mishy blazing across the ring, chesting Olivia back into her corner. Robust rights and lefts romp to gut, then Williams works her way up torso - splattering away jugs and jaw. No choice for Holt, slug or be beaten - she picks Mish up some nice left uppercuts off the ropes, then digs hooks to her body as Williams is wide open for some belly business. No effect - Mishy feeling it too strongly - she overwhelms with rude brawling, finally doubling ‘Livy over sideways against the ropes. Williams leaning her left forearm onto Holt's upperback, just PACKING in right hands thick to ribs and hip JMD-style at the bell. Mishy keeps plugging away, ramming righty into sleek goodness until ref finally gets muscular and wrenches Williams away.

Officials comparing cards, tabulating scores. Fighters getting antsy as deliberations drags on, start pacing around their stools, mitts on hips. When called to center ring, they go forehead-to-forehead for the umpteenth time tonight. Results come down, they’ve fought to a DRAW!

Michelle declares: “I’ve got nothing to prove to anybody, and certainly not to YOU, kid. I’ll accept the draw.” She turns around to leave when a black-gloved hand smacks her rump, spins around to see a smug-looking “Livy:

“So that’s what it looks like! You’ve been playing catchup all night long, I’m just going to stand here and watch as you run away!”

“You little brat! I’ll make you pay for that!”

Holt with arms spread wide, beckoning “bring it on” Ref has to hold the two back before sending them back to their corners to begin overtime.

R11: Mish with a sweeping overhand right gets Olivia flinching backward, catches the retreating challenger a smoking right on the mouth. Holt dashed to the ropes, digging in for the coming storm. Mish with 3 successive, cave-woman rights upside the head, trying to beat down the guard. ‘Livy not breaking, Williams’ intensity starts to wane, Holt starts to answer back and it's a blonde-on-blonde donnybrook in overtime. Olivia ripping tight little left and right uppercuts, punching Michelle's shiny face and glistening rack. Williams right back with lashing wide lefts and rights, pounding Holt's slender body pinker. ‘Livy stepping right, dropping in showy lead right hands on Mishy's face, pounding back the Champ’s head, Williams looking a little groggy, slowing down and becoming more available. Back and forth, heartfelt brawling to the bell, which finds the girls on the opposite side of the ring, Mishy’s butt touching ropes. Both girls trembling, both girls know in their guts they've won the round.

R12: Olivia dipping low, moving her head, she's making Mishy miss, but unable to cash in against the ferocity. Second minute, Williams unpacking her own jab, thrusting it between the breasts, bending at the waist as she steps it in long - strong punch backs Holt to the ropes. Mish weight on her back foot, reaching the jab in, extending it and setting up a SHATTERING right hand over the top! ‘Livy caught clean on the chin, head hard to starboard - she drifts sideways into the ropes suddenly undone! WILLIAMS GOES FOR BROKE! Hacking overhand rights - that straight, baseball bat hook underneath - it's just too much! Holt sinking into the ropes, then falling to her hip all teary eyed - she can't beat the count! KO12 for the winner and STILL Flyweight Champion, Michelle Williams!

After: Angry Mish storms in for tribute, pulling a woozy Olivia to her feet, chesting in to jam the beaten challenger upright into corner while pulling her head back to expose throat. Williams claps away taped-fist open-palm rights one, twice, three times to Holt’s perky chest--shouting “HEY! YOU AWAKE IN THERE? I WANT YOU AWAKE FOR THIS!” Mishy mounts up all a-jiggle, feet braced on ropes, left hand securing a fistful of sweat-darkened blonde hair, forcing Olivia’s face into her punishment-pinked abs, right hand thrust skyward. Holt dazed, dimly aware, her fists balled tight against Mishy’s thighs, trying to push her off. ‘Livy helpless under the onslaught of tummy, as Williams grins listening the sniveling cries underneath her torso as she just bounces her belly up and down across her foe to batter her down further along the turnbuckle as she slumps down weakly. Holt dazed as Mishy just arches her back, gazing up to the heavens with a satisfied smirk playing across her lips and tummy toying, then suddenly hops off. No sooner has Williams got her feet underneath her, then she leans forward to place her jugs into Holt's face. Olivia turning her head back and forth, struggling to keep her face from being smothered under Mishy's chest but William's forearms hugging her face in deeply into her cleavage.

Folding her face forward, Mishy pushes Olivia back into the turnbuckle, just using her firm jug-to-face seal to bully her backwards and deeper into her breasts with each bid for freedom. Holt makes frequent attempts to escape, pushing at shoulders and abs, trying to pry arms apart to get any leverage to breathe. But, Williams just shrugs in an occasional thigh to tummy to deprive her of strength or air, guiding her foe against the turnbuckle as Olivia’s legs start to give way. Mishy engaging in some catch-and-release as she allows Holt to draw in a few breathes before dragging her back in between her jugs to smother her again under slick cleavage. This is repeated more than once before Olivia slumps down to a sitting position along the turnbuckle, just shaking her head back and forth in jug-shock, face shiny and eyes glassy.

Natalie, Mila and Kristin dashing towards the ring, eager to pile onto this newest thorn in the Consortium’s side. They find the way blocked, Claire Danes has parked herself on the steps up to the apron, arms crossed, head shaking. “No way. If you wanted in on this, you should have beaten her when you had the chance. This is a WOLFPACK kill, and none of you are invited!”