Originally posted by Simguy on 9/30/2004, 9:35 pm.

Before: Mish in rare form—slapping Holmes during a photo-shoot, fronting up on her on the scales—anything to rattle the fragile brunette. “It’s not working,” Katie assures her fans. “Mish can’t beat me before we fight—she’s going to have to back all of this crap up in the ring.”

Williams begs to disagree. “She’s scared,” blonde states at the dais, “just look at her—that furrowed little brow, all those doubts. She’s worrying about how her body’s going to hold up, worrying about what’s going to happen when I put right hands on her chin—and she’s right to worry. It’s gotta be tough going though camp when you know you’re training to take a beating. Frankly, I don’t think this fight is going to happen. Don’t believe Williams/Holmes will come off until you actually see Katie in the ring with me, ‘cause I can tell she’s looking for a way out.”

Williams in black push up and panties, white lace trim—Holmes in royal blue bra style bikini top, lemon bottoms.

During R1: Mish storms forward…and gets rejected via Katie’s jab. Holmes establishing a distance with a ramrod stick, steps into a lancing right on the chin and SHE’S BACKING WILLIAMS UP! Katie frowning, eyes intense as she pours it on and MISH IS GETTING TAGGED! Williams on her heels at the ropes, fielding jab on her forehead, cross on her chin—Katie enjoying early lather as Mish s a confused beauty. Williams crossing her arms, bulling her way forward, but Holmes fading back on long legs, maintaining distance, tracking Mish with a rangy jab in retreat. Williams swiping lefts and rights to the ribs to avoid the shutout down the stretch, but Katie grooving right hands down onto the face to end a torrid first on top.

R2: Mish moving her head better, working more responsibly—Katie uses her legs to produce a boring hit and miss stanza. Williams stalking, trying to initiate trade—Holmes using every inch of ring in a gaudy show of loping leg.

R3: Kate boxing, Mish brawling—girls fighting to a standstill as styles offset. Katie using her height, committing to a much improved jab—she used to push it out, now she’s snapping it, discouraging Williams from brazen frontal assaults. Mish weaving stick to get to chest—inside she’s the boss, keeping her head on Katie and jerking punches to the trunkline, Frustration in Mish evident as she swats a cheap left hand across Katie’s face after the bell—Holmes enraged, held back by the ref as Williams storms back to her corner.

R4: kate stepping left midring, reaching the jab out to spackle Mish’e face and upperchest—Williams having trouble coming forward against the poke. Holmes ambitious—trying to rail the right cross in behind the stick or find Mish with right uppercuts as Williams comes in. Classy brunette stanza till late—Williams erasing a lot of good Katie work with a single looping overhand right upside the head which scatters Holmes ropeside. Katie unhinged, hands at temples as Mish lays down the law to the waist. Bell sounds—Mish keeps at it, gnawing away until ref actually physically tugs her clear of quivering Katie.

R5: Mish storming forward..and rejected once again by that determined Holmes jab! Katie coming forward—so critical against Mish—and TAGGING blonde firm right hands to boot. Midway through, Mish retreating, arms crossed, straight punches skidding off her brows, shoulders and guard—she leans right and gets reamed a long right hand behind the ear. MISH STUNNED! Williams pony-trotting hurt to the side, getting licked another down the stretch, stroking a beleaguered Mish at the ropes—blonde suffering, teeth gritted, just twisting and rolling slowly to ride it out. After-the-bell cheek from Katie—she loads up and shoves a packing right hand flat to Michelle’s squirmy tummy—shout of outrage and hurt from Williams as Holmes is hauled away unrepentant.

R6: KATIE WADES INTO MISH! Holmes striding into the long right, twisting to pull the licking left across her girl—she’s pounding away head and shoulders on Mishy and backing her up! BUT WILLIAMS BRAWLS BACVK! Williams making Holmes give up her neight—shorter woman able to roll underneath the long blows, comes up vicious beneath the ribs—she’s TEARING away at Katie’s tender midsection. Holmes stepping forward, but getting walked into punishment—Mish stepping back and to the right, turning her girl, patiently luring her forward. Midway mark, Holmes realizing her mistake, mouthbreathing—she starts to back off, hands low and she gets CRACKED! Looping overhand right detonates off Katie’s face—smashing her head back—brunette staggering, staring as Mish walks her down with right hands. HOLMES GOES DOWN! Katie beaten the length of the ring finally bludgeoned to her back at the far ropes—Mish trampling the thighs of her outstretched foe en route to a neutral corner, Holmes quivering, Holmes blubbering, but SHE CAN’T GET UP! Katie a trembling wreck, getting to her feet at 11 as the ref waves it off and gathers the ingénue up in a protective hug. KO6 Michelle Williams.

After: Katie gives it her all, showing tremendous promise as she gets a firm stick together, dictates a lot f rounds to Mish, backing Williams up and making her look small at times with tuff right hands. Mish too rugged to be halted, hotly denies ever having been hurt in the fight, but a puffy, sore looking face says otherwise. Holmes degraded as she’s initially hauled off her stool for a walk—but Mish doesn’t like the height disparity. Williams packs dazed Katie into an inviting corner, mounts the ropes and poses instead: Left hand greedily tangled in Katie’s soft brown hair, right hand thrusting skyward in triumph as Mish’s thighs and pelvis keep Katie pinned down. Holmes’ frowning, groggy face pushed to the side by Michelle’s oppressive hips, Holmes wrapping up around pale thighs, bunching up the flesh of Mishy’s hamstrings—Katie all used up and helpless as flashbulbs preserve her discomfort for posterity.