Posted by Simguy on 9/30/2005, 6:57 am.

Before: Tension--girls nearly coming to blows during fight-photos--long hands grabbing elegant wrists, pushing and shoving with enraged faces as official move in: both girls feeling intense pressure to separate herself from the other. “I just hate Katie,” Mischa says with the refreshing candour of youth.

“She’ s so smug--so superior and she hasn’t even done anything yet! I was better than her before and I’m better than her now. You know what I’d like to do? When I knock her out, I’d like to stretch her out Stacy Keibler-style--you know? That would be so hot, making Katie feel the weight and forcing her to surrender--I’m totally doing that!”

Holmes blushing in outrage at Barton’s heinous plans--Katie very sensitive about post-fight shenanigans after having been savaged repeatedly by HISC vixens and others in the past.
It’s sad,” Katie laments, “that no matter what I do, who IO fight, what I accomplish--a lot of people are going to define my career by how I handle Mischa. That’s why it’s so important to dominate her. I’ve got way more rounds than her, I’ve developed so much more than she has as a fighter that I can’t let her win even one single round. I’m going to be very stingy with Mischa--if I can shut her out, I will!”

Mischa in white bikini overlaid with dark blue and violet viny print--Katie in royal blue bikini, White gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Meesh out stalking, left hand up, body set so as to torque lariat right hands wide. Holmes never really giving Mischa the chance to st and loop: Katie spearing the jab, stepping into the punch as she’s been taught, pivoting left--she’s drilling Barton early, opre-empting her, steering around midring. Katie leaning into long right hands--Barton sponging--hard, ringing contact on Mischa’s chin and stomach have her cringing, frowning, backing off in a strong Katie first.

R2: Mischa getting off early, swinging wide right--pawing the left and looping overhand rights. Easy reads for Holmes--she walks away to her right, uses her legs--Barton’s waving at air. Katie loving the feel of those long right hands speared to Mischa’s body--feeds a few more to Barton, spanking loud off breadbasket and rib. Meesh cringing, stepping back with a hurt grimace--Katie’s improved form has made her a better puncher and Barton doesn’t like it. Holmes stepping in off the jab and ringing Mischa up hard right crosses to chin down the stretch--Barton coming apart at the knees, stumbling into ropes and veering up as Katie rakes away more points.

R3: Katie starting in Mischa’s tummy this round--leaning in, piling that long right flat against stomach: Barton groaning, retreating, eyes hollow with how-could-you hurt. Holmes stalking now--stepping and jabbing hard--she’s getting everything she could have asked for tonight: distance, tempo, style. Katie allowed to extend on punches, line Mischa up and lean into her--Barton just a slender target, already wilting from body spank and starting to give up more chin than is good for a girl. Midway through, Katie steps the jab firm to mouth, stunning Barton with a muffled cry: driving right hand clanks off chin, DROPS MISCHA TO HER BUTT AT THE ROPES!   Barton sniveling, sitting up stunned and pretty at the ropes--Katie stalks off all long legs and determined eyes as Meesh climbs ropes ragged. ON COMES KATIE! Holmes showing patience, knows she needs to maintain form to keep her power, can’t just go whole-hog here. Katie stepping with Meesh as Barton slides to her right along the ropes--brunette sorting blonde out the jab, banging away right hands, now even helping herself to a rigid hook in Mischa’s ribs. Barton coming unglued, cringing forward behind her mitts: Katie loads up, turns her body hard to the left and pulls a sweeping right hand into Mischa’s side with shattering spank! Holmes’ slender arm shivering on impact--Barton sobbing out with the shot--poor Mischa paralyzed by the shot, helpless and  KATIE POURS IN ONE_TWOS! Holmes standing up and raking Mischa punches, straightening her up and over the top ropes as Mischa’s chin takes repeated strokes and THE REF STEPS IN! Official cradles blubbering Mischa to safety as Katie pounds her way to victory--TKO3.     

After: Holmes resplendent…and pitiless--de-gloved she strides to Barton corner, takes Meesh by her wrist and pulls a blubbering lanky beauty to her feet for a long-lined walk of shame. Katie’s tanned right arm around Mischa’s slender waist--Katie waving her left hand at delirious fans while touring all four corners--Holmes cementing her victory in heartless fashion as poor Barton snivels, just wanting it to ne over,. Katie clearly the more advanced fighter now--better footwork and balance affording her better form on her punches--straighter punching, more efficient use of her long frame--access to BSE sparring and expertise: poor Mischa has some catching up to do. Katie becoming quite the little walker when she has the upper hand--what gives?

“Mischa totally had that coming,” Katie shrugs defensively. “If I had gone out, she’d be pinning me right now. Seriously, if I had just stopped her and left it at that--once her bruises had faded, she’d be telling herself how lucky I’d been, coming up with all sorts of excuses and we’d be right back where we started. Now, I’ve taken ownership of the rivalry, I’ve laid down the law to Mischa. She can talk  all she wants, but nothing’s ever going to erase the gave that I knocked her out, then took her on display, I out my foot on Mischa’s throat tonight and she can’t just dismiss that.”     

Reposted by Archer 1/18/11.