UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by Simguy on 2/2/2007, 6:17 am.

Before: “I’m gonna make her my Katie,” mish grins at the podium, drawing a comparison between Katie Holmes and Hilarie Burton. “I just love me a long, gangly girl with that graceful swan’s neck--you know? When I catch ‘em just perfect, their heads swivel around and flop about, and their skinny legs all stamp and fuss--makes he training camp all worthwhile.”

Burton non-plussed--she’s been well prepared for Mishy’s notorious pre-fight psych-jobs and isn’t buying. “We know how to handle bullies at TE,” Hilarie says pointedly reminding Mishy of where she came from. “We’ve been turning back bullies for years, breaking bullies, putting bullies out of boxing--and Mishy’s going to join the club. I’ve been looking forward to this fight--I really have. Love her or hate her, Mish was one of the most dominant champions ever at 110 and breaking her is going to help cement my legacy.”

Hilarie in black push up, leopard print bikini bottoms, small black “Cat Paw” brand gloves. Mish in leopard print bra, scarlet bikini bottoms, small black “Cat Paw” brand gloves. RIGHT HAND, MISH WILLIAMS! During ring instructions, Hilarie nodding at the ref, eats a winging blast--Burton nearly dropped as ref bodies Williams back--fight delayed by chaos as both corners threaten to charge the mound.

R1: Mishy smirking, crouching low whenever she’s within reach, otherwise making sure she’s well out of range. Burton frowning, cut inside her mouth from pre-fight cheap shot--Hilarie stepping forward behind hot poke, dropping hard right hands on Mishy early. WILLIAMS IS HURT! Right hand eats Mish up as she’s ducking down, catching her hard to cheek--Williams straightening just in time to escape Burton’s follow-on left uppercut. Burton lifts a right uppercut from too far away: Mishy leans in a well-timed overhand right to chin--DROPPING HILARIE TO HER BACK! Burton blinking,, propping up on her elbows when MISHY STEPS ON HER CHEST! Williams grinning as she stomps Hilly flat while proceeding to neutral corner--TE corner shrieking protests as Burton finally scrambles to her feet. Ragged 8, Hilarie--she dukes up, hop steps off the ropes: Mishy crouching in, loops an overhand right, occupying Burton’s guard.

Left hook to Hilarie’s trunks.

Left hook to Hilarie’s trunks.

Left hook to Hilarie’s trunks.

Burton gurgling--left arm draping over Mish as champ crumples forward onto shorter blonde--Williams ties up, bundles Hilarie to ropes. Mish in there snug, her head loosely held in the crook of Hilarie’s left arm and Williams is just PACKING in the hooks to tummy. Brutal, pumping jolts, Mishy’s feet set wide, hips popping-right as she hoists ‘em in: 5,6,7 blows busting up into Hilarie’s midsection as Burton stoops forward, sponging it up, Hilly up on her toes, shouting in shock-- Mishy just in there working, pushing at Hilly’s ribs or hips to stabilize her, then ripping home the next blast.  Bell: Burton sobbing, face cramped, legs paralyzed: MISHY CLOUTS HER LATE! Sweeping right hand smashes Burton’s face aside--ref rushing in to wrestle little HISC vixen away as Burton staggers to all fours. FEVERISH TE corner work as Hilarie’s thighs are vigorously massaged, ice water thrown on her neck.

R2: Mishy batting mitts together, charging across the ring: Hilarie on shaky pins, pushing out a don’t-hurt--me jab while moving right. Williams weaving the stick, leaves her feet and juuuust misses a go-home hook--the punch whistling past Hilarie’s mouth as Burton steps away. Hilarie’s in bad shape,  legs very weak, right hand at her hip as she drops left jabs from shoulder height. Mishy grinning, crouching low, stalking--she’s just weaving under Hilly’s jab, trying to work into range. Burton with a slinging right hand from the hip--pushing it out and up--rising arc meant to catch Mishy’s face as Williams is ducking, but Hilarie wide open as she trying it. Mish reads that right hand, waits on it, then DRILLS her own right cross to Hilarie’s chin. Savage blast catches Burton as she’s lifting her own right--head-swivel, blonde curls jangling--Hilarie collapsing all arms and legs to her back OUT COLD! Burton looking like she’s just been thrown out of moving automobile as Mishy roars and stomps away hands high: KO2 for the winner and NEW flyweight champ-- MISH WILLIAMS!

After: Burton dazed, swaying wounded on her stool--mumbling inherently about he trunks, Mishy’s late punching; one thing to hear about Williams’ escapades, another to see them first hand as Mishy wins this contest between the ingénue’s ears tonight. HERE COMES HISC! The swagger, the swashbuckling attitude is back as Eliza, Claire , Mish and Alyson all saunter to the TE corner, pushing attendant aside and helping Burton up off her seat, blubbering hills still groggy as she’s stacked back into corner--Mishy mounting the middle rope to loom overtop her conquest, left hand gripping a fistful of damp blonde curls; right hand straight aloft, gripping one of the title belts, Syren enrage on the floor, held back by mindless security guards who patiently cite bureaucratic protocol concerning third parties in the ring--yadda yadda yadda. Wolfpackers strut around clapping, slapping art Mishy’s shiny back or perky buttocks--Poor Hilarie’s face turned to the right, pushed aside by Williams oppressive tummy. “She looks like she loves jugg, hey?” Mishy shouts to the crowd: immediate chant of “J-M-D! J-M-d!” erupts. Mish nodding malevolently, letting Hilarie contemplate the worst as Cat, Dani and Terry rush the ring from the locker room. Tense standoff managed by officials as opposing factions are separated--Mishy baiting Dani with lip-licking and suggestive leers as Fishel strains to break free and get her hands on Williams.

Reposted by Archer 12/10/10.