JMD BOUT

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 11/3/2006, 7:29 am.

Before: “I don’t need a jab to beat Mish,” Lohan proudly proclaims in preflight, answering Tractorpull skepticism about Linds in the JMF format. “I’ll teach Mish a thing or two about hard punching. Listen: Claire, Alyson, Michelle (ticking off fingers)--they’re all mine. I’m the Antidote. I’m the Answer. I’ve been kicking these girls’ butts since I got to 110 and I’ll go on kicking ‘em as long as I want. If Eliza wants to come down and join in--I’ll put a boot in her keister as well. HISC s finished!” Williams blushing crimson--Wolfpack defeats at the hands of Lohan have led to this sort of unprecedented disrespect at the podium--Michelle wriggling I her seat Lohan’s brazen ‘tude. “Typical,” Michelle seethes, “Claire leaves the barn door open, and I have to round up all the animals. This ends now--I can’t take any more of this crap. There is no way on Go’s Green Earth that I’m letting this little tramp run the table on us. No way.” Linds in new black “mish-beating” bikini, long auburn curls tied back. Mish in leopard print push up, crimson bikini bottoms; white gloves. Girls go to touch left knuckles to opposing breasts at midring--Mishy a little exuberant, swinging a cheap clout in there: festivities start early as Lohan swings back and ref has a clambake on his hands before the opening bell.

During R1: Stand-and-deliver trading midring--Lindsay pasting Mish. Both girls in wide stances, chins up, chests out--Mishy swinging away rights and lefts, but coming up short as Lohan beats her to same. Big smile Lindsay, helping herself--buffeting blows to face backing Williams up steady.--HUGE cheer as Mishy’s backside touches the ropes. More crowd-roar as Lohan opens up to jug with a furious, swinging barrage of rising lefts and rights--auburn hair tossing to-and-fro across her backbone; wiry legs humming; torso twitching side to side as slender arms propel bulbous mitts into heaving Mishy rack. Williams distraught, getting savaged--she finally manages to cover her face with her hands and double forward--denying Lindsay jug, but opening up the back to Lohan’s tender mercies. Brutal roundhouse swab across Williams’ kidneys, buckling Mishy’s knees--Lindsay baring her teeth, sweeping away, gloves bouncing off taut back. Ref pulls Lohan away by one bony elbow, waggling a finger in her face: Mishy with tears standing in her eyes, taking deep breaths at the ropes. Resume: more Lohan--she steps to Mishy, pounds right crosses and come back hooks-slamming away on Williams’ guard. Mishy brave--facing into the punishment with mitts at her temples, trying to deny Lohan extra jug with the round lost, Bell: Lindsay blowing a kiss into the HISC corner as Michelle staggers back into port badly mistreated.

R2: Mish throwing herself at Lohan, but gauging distance a little better: compact blonde bringing her feet, getting closer before letting her hands go, scoring several leassing right and left roundhouse blows to Lindsay’s ribs. Lohan taking her first backward steps--she manages the pressure with a rigid shoeshine, dragging her mitts back and forth across Mishy’s mouth with a bumping rhythm while stepping to the right to avoid going to the ropes. Midway through, Lohan’s raised left arm catches  and blocks a wild Mishy right: Lindsay steps into Mish with a swinging underslung right to the pit of the stomach, bunching Williams up with a wrenching sob! Mish: butt back, chest forward, face tilted up, teeth bared in agony--Lohan back over to offense with a big smile, reaching under Mishy’s arms  and chesting her to the ropes, SLOSHING BEATDOWN! Lindsay just getting all big on Mishy, jamming rights and lefts pump-style into quivering blonde gut; crossing her arms to push into Mishy, stacking her up; ROMPING to jug with chugging lefts and rights. Williams blurting out in pain and shock--Lohan harvesting jug, just digging away all rotating shoulders and shoving mitts--Mish seated in the ropes, trying to organize her shattered defences. Bell: Williams mouth open, blinking back tears: LOHAN SMOKES HER RIGHTY! Great swinging right uppercut takes Mishy full in the rack, winning as bleat of shock and pain from outraged lips--ref tugs Lohan away by her arm, gives her a good shake and tells her “No late hitting. Man, I mean it!”

R3: LOHAN’S ALL IN! Starts when a trade in breathing right hands goes Lindsay’s way--Mishy’s head flinging back, her right hand sailing as her knees nearly corkscrew to mat, Williams blinking in stupor, staggering in fence-post holes--Lohan with an extended left at Mishy’s chest pushes the blonde back to ropes, labels her a clubbing right to the face--crowd roaring as Williams relaxes into the ropes, staring bleak into the punishment. PUMPING assault to tummy--wiry Lindsay hunkering down , elbows drawing back before thrusting mitt into meat--poor Mishy gasping, reaching ‘round Lohan’s shoulders to clinch, but she’s too hurt to tie up. Lindsay in there rummaging, pushing at Mishy’s biceps to jostle her upright, then pounding away at the torso--its Lohan at her feistiest, just REAMING Mish punches! Poor Mish--she just can’t take any more to her tummy and rack. Face-in-gloves, elbows in--Mishy turns to her right sagging into the ropes, giving up her left side and back. Lohan yelping with pleasure, left hand on Mishy’s left shoulder for balance--Linds sweeps a right to Mishy’s buttock, then clouts Williams behind the head, then slams her in the lower back., Mishy wilting, sobbing into her gloves: Lohan smashing away righty--even hammering down atop Williams upper back as MISHY WILTS TO HER KNEES! Lohan triumphant--lifting her mitts and bellowing: pride of HISC shivering at her feet as ref moves to restore order.

Lohan/Williams JMD conc. (Too much jugg for one post)

Posted by Simguy on 11/3/2006, 7:30 am.

R4: Lohan marching on Mish--redhead gloves at waist level, torso turned to her right as she steps forward, then WALLOPS Mishy the big right hand roundhouse. Williams covering up, buffeted backwards--Mishy’s legs trembling, unable to hold canvas as Lohan’s walking barrage steams forward, breasts swinging side to side in time to the slugging. Ropes--Lohan’s feet set wide--she pushes both hands into Mishy’s shoulder or chest to prep her, then she’s just plugging into Williams’ tummy and chest--bumping, non-stop rights and lefts beating up what’s left. Poor Mishy! Williams sniveling, covering up, constantly pushed or punched to a seat in the cables--she’s getting her keister kicked! Wild slugging spills into the second minute--Lohan taking it to Mish when Williams fit’s a clanging hook FLUSH onto Lindsay’s chin! Lohan suddenly staring, swaying on her feet--delayed effect as she stumbles forward--Mishy escaping to her right as Lohan crashes face-first into ropes, jackknifing her torso over the middle strand. MISHY! Williams teeth bared in feral snarl--she’s REAMING right hands into Lindsay’s upturned tush--big, rump-busting blasts sending Williams’ jugs sloshing side to side, Lohan bleating, all hung up--Mishy pounding--ref finally bodies Williams away to give Lindsay a moment to right herself. Lohan blubbering, reeling at the rope--Mishy wriggles free of the refs grip an CLOBBERS Lohan a sweeping right hand across the face! Lindsay torqued to her right--right arm draped over top rope--Mishy’s in there slugging as indecisive ref  lets it go! POUNDING! Mishy all a-jiggle as she chugs away--lefts taking Lindsay in her tummy and breasts--rights smashing into rump, back and skull. Lohan paralyzed--left hand cupping her ear as she cowers on the ropes, just soaking it up. AND THE REF STEPS IN! Pandemonium as ref shoves Mishy away, then cradles Lohan, protecting her with his body as Williams actually pounds into the man’s back with mindless lefts and rights. Stunning TKO4--Mish Williams!

After: Williams mobbed by relieved Wolfpackers--hugged and jostled in a little cluster of jumping bodies: Lohan’s reign of terror finally repulsed by the fists of Mishy. Lindsay shabby--truly hurt--but drowsily protesting the stoppage: Williams the master of improvising in the midst of chaos shuts Lohan down before redhead even knew what hit her.

Gloves removed--grinning Mishy flanked by her crew marches to the BSE corner--weepy Lohan wiping eyes, standing shakily in her corner with her arms hugging her tummy--she’s defiant in the face of the inevitable. Williams steps-to, forcing hard eye contact, then reaches in forcibly to pull Lindsay’s arms away from her body. Mishy steps in close, plugging a right hand to the pit of Lohan’s body: Williams staring into the faces of BSE brass and fighters ringside as Lohan pitches forward with a groan--her head on Mishy’s shoulder, Williams snakes the left round behind Lohan’s neck, Mishy’s left hand cupping her right bicep--Mishy’s right hand cupping atop Lohan’s damp scalp to press her face firmly to rounded Mishy-mounds.

Williams walks Lohan’s butt into the BSE corner, pushing in on the redhead, Lindsay’s hands fluttering--first pushing at Mishy’s hips, then reaching up behind Mishy to pull at her broad shoulders. Williams licking her lips, concentrating--she’ll dip to the left or right, staying on Lohan, managing her, letting her jugs do the hard work of putting Lindsay.

Lohan weakening in stages, turns slightly to her left, her left hand clutching at the middle rope as her right rides lightly around Mishy’s waist. Williams stamping on the spot, tummy working rhythmically in and out, backside jiggling as she works hard to keep Lohan stacked up in the corner. Finally, Lohan’s knees bend, then straighten: Mishy immediately tightens her grip, pressing her right cheek to Lohan’s scalp to Lohan’s scalp, eyes dancing--Williams senses collapse and POURS jug to wilting Lindsay.

Lohan sadly droops to her haunches--Michelle following her down, Williams on her knees, brawny shoulders working that terrible hold. Mish inching forward a bit, getting her weight on Lohan as Lindsay reclines into turnbuckle. Jenny O’Dell ringside--pointing at Mishy and screaming at a nearby official to end this thing: other BSE fighters visibly agitated as Mishy’s taking too much Lindsay.

Lohan goes limp, hands in her lap as Mishy’s pushing in on her against the corner, Small smile creeps across Williams lips--she slowly releases, sitting back on her own haunches to regard the slumbering beauty in front of her. Lohan on HER haunches, slouched unconscious against turnbuckle--face clammy-wet, shiny, thin lips parted, eyes closed, eyebrows arched high. Mishy just sitting  there laughing--looking over her shoulder at stablemates, milking her moment of JMD supremacy for all it’s worth, Cover of RACK magazines captures this tableau--caption reads “JUG-DRUNK!! WILLIAMS BATTERED LOHAN!”

Reposted by Archer 6/29/10