Posted by Simguy on 1/15/2005, 8:59 am.

Before: Lacey fighting a brutal debut schedule--hard dime against Cook flows right into dangerous quarrel with former multi-time champ  Mish Williams. Williams taunting, interrupting and heckling during dais sessions--Chabert willing to answer, getting red-faced in a series of shrieking contests--security working overtime to keep hotblooded little hellcats separated. “There is no way in HELL this chick goes the distance against me,” proclaims a ruffled Mish upon not receiving respect due from a newcomer. “I’m pounding Lacey Chabert senseless--see if I don’t!” Chabert no less confident despite the withering workout she received from Rachael Leigh Cook. “Mish is ripe for the picking,” grins a brazen Lacey. “I should have started with her. She’s led with her face her whole career and it’s starting to add up--anyone can see that. I said I’m going tio be a ‘Mish-Buster’ and I stand by that!”

During R1: Mish wild, swinging off balance--Chabert gets underneath and expertly levers blonde awkwardly to ropes. Lacey compact, sliding to an oblique angle to the left of mish--SHE’S HOOKING MISHY’S TITS! Lacey getting juicy spank in there--tidy biting hooks against lush Williams cleavage--Mish bug-eyed, momentarily helpless to stop the pounding. Williams gets her feet under her and brawls off the ropes--Chabert again weaving low under the blows, getting her shoulder into mish and hurtling back where she belongs! Williams enraged--snarling as she goes to the belly with pulsing rapid fire hooks--Lacey has to clinch and Mish twists HER back to the ropes. Williams bodying up, then digging two-fisted tummy and rack--stacking and slugging as Lacey reels on her heels. Tempestuous back and forth goes beyond the bell as both beauties give in to mindless temptation.

R2: Lacey startling Mish with well-executed brace of stubby jabs, halting Williams in her tracks, making her cover up and give away her flank on the cheap. Hooks to ribs, Lacey to Mish--Williams grunting as Chabert gets in there thick. Mish marching up the middle, but it’s a mistake--Lacey nice and tight with her delivery, rotating her shoulders, stepping back in good order--she’s walking Williams into stout belly torment and robust rack shellack. Mish spends a minute stubbornly wading into punishment but finally turns the tables with a sweeping hook out of a deep waist-bob. Chabert rung up and stunned, doesn’t se the follow up right hand on her chin that sends her sideways to the ropes. Lacey glassy-eyed, but showing strong legs: she’s drowsy, hands at her chest as she slooowly turns and takes another right hand as Williams barges in. Mish slugging furiously--bumping Lacey up, then jamming away righty ear and back o’ the neck--Lacey windblown, wobbly butt, but soaking it up like a trooper at the bell. Chabert still reeling when MISH THRUSTS HOME THE FLYWEIGHHT ELBOW! Cheap, late strike to the pit o’ the paunch--poor lacey crying out and doubling over as Mish treats herself to a grinning portion of gloat.

R3: Mish slugging worth free-swinging abandon--she’s been tagged, but clearly has no respect for her opponent. Chabert acting like the veteran, keeping her dukes up, moving her head--getting underneath Mishy haymakers and ripping short, concise counters to the ribcage, Williams steadily beaten back counters to the ribcage. Williams steadily beaten back to the ropes: Chabert takes that little slide to her right, angles-up and HOOKS THOSE JUGS! Chabert gritting her teeth, going rack on Mish over and over again, tidy-biting hooks! Williams rocked back into the ropes, staring I shock--she rights herself slugging and soon the two are cheek-by-jowl, pumping at each other! Vicious, jiggling back and forth--Mish getting up in there with 3 and 4 chugging right hands in succession--Chabert responding with similarly vigorous scouring hooks. Bell: nobody notices--both girls trying to bull the other back mouth on shoulder.

R4: Mish reaches to touch gloves non-chalant--Lacey bites on it and TAKES A~WALKING HOOK TO THE CHOPS! Chabert staggering, immediately covering up earmuff--Williams all grins as she leans in close and hooks the bejesus out of those tanned abs. Williams brawny, punching to the body, then shouldering her girl back--Chabert bullied to the ropes where she digs in for the long haul, Mish unleashes--dig, dig, digging those multiple rights to the body, working the hooks on the right flank, desperately seeking uppercuts to pick up Lacey’s sleepy face. Chabert swooning forward, no longer answering back--she’s soaking up a dreadful pounding, growing stiff and sullen with punishment. Final moments, Mish treats herself to Lacey’s bulging rack, dipping and shrugging lefts and rights in close, grinning at Chabert’s breathy sighs and whimpers of protest at the bell.

R5; Chabert damaged goods off her stool, eyelashes fluttering, hands low, legs trembling--Mish pancake tackles her brunette hard to the ropes to start a fearful pounding. Mindless bludgeoning lefts and rights produce the first knockdown--Lacey spilling to all fours with a shellshocked expression: Williams bellowing as she pounds away hammer-fists lefts and rights to Chabert’s shiny back until ref bodies her off. Now it’s just waves of Mish--Williams greedy, eyes glittering--Lacey drifting, pushing back punches, constantly pressed and bullied into the ropes. Robust, pumping right hands up underneath produce the second knockdown--Chabert wilting forward under the murderous barrage and sprawling to the canvas as Williams steps to the side. Lacey twitches off the KO, struggling to beat the count; she’s so shabby, so hurt,  but nodding defiantly for ref to let it continue. MORE MISH! Williams bullying in, stacking up and FEASTING on helpless Chabert rack--nothing preventing Mish now from taking all the jug she could ever want. Williams plunging in with rising lefts and rights as poor, spent Lacey droops forward--Mish just insatiable as she plus away. Again Chabert spills forward to the canvas--AGAIN she pushes herself to her knees, somehow rising, tilting into the ropes before 10--AND THE REF LETS IT GO! Ringsiders screaming for fight to be stopped--Mish in heaven as she wades in unopposed and POUNDS AWAY! Williams hammering right hands across Chabert’s slackened features, stabilizing Lacey with a left in the chestr--senseless brutality at this point and THE REF STEPS IN! Bell sounding a split second later--Chabert collapsing in the man’s arms, Mish strutting hands high: TKO5 in heartless fashion Mish Williams.

After: Lacey taking some ruff, tuff veteran beatdowns to start her FCBA career--Mish of old comes out swinging and never looks back as poor Chabert s battered unrecognizable. Williams grinning as she sashays into the Chabert corner and pulls Lace to her feet by her wrists--poor Chabert sick with punishment, lips pouting in protest, but Mish won’t have it. Williams waving with the left, riding the right around Chabert’s curvy hips--blonde treats brunette to a cherry-popping Walk of Shame--Lacey’s first in the FCBA.; Stopping midway along the ropes--Mish taps Lacey’s underarms, getting her to lift her limbs in a trembling “T”--Chabert sniveling, eyes dewy. Malevolent Mish stands to the side, rubbing her hands together, then lifting Lacey’s quivering chin with a gentle fingertip--blonde suddenly twists into a sweeping double-palm horseman’s chop to the chest--KA-KLAPP! Chabert wilting back into the ropes, shouting, cringing in pain, crossing her arms against spank-blistered breasts--Mish shouting “WOO!”, pumping her fist Kirk Gibson style, strutting around: good to be the queen, ain’t it?

Reposted by Archer 6/22/10.