Reebok Lightweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 8/7/2009, 9:06 pm.

BEFORE: “I just have to get this monkey off my back,” Yvonne smiles in prefight. “I’ve proven I’m better: I’m a champion; I’ve beaten better fighters than Winstead; I’m hotter, better conditioned, more talented. But she’s still given me fits in the past, and I owe her beatings, so now’s when we’re going to start settling up!” Winstead champing at the bit: Mary always the underdog to Yvonne, but never intimidated./ “Everything she says is true, except the part about being hotter, better conditioned, more talented and so on,” Winstead grins. “Seriously, I know Yvonne’s a great fighter, but I’m in her head, I’ve beaten her down in the past, and that’s part of her psyche now—and each time I beat her, it gets harder and harder to shake. You guys might favour her; SHE might favour herself, but I know woman to woman, that she’s really battling demons against me. For whatever reason, I’m really comfortable against her, and when we’re done? Guys: I’m gonna be a CHAMPION!” Mary in lemon yellow bikini, black gloves; hair straight with bangs, Yvonne in black bra and boy-leg panties with white lace trim; black gloves; ponytail with messy bangs framing face.

During R1: Yvonne jabbing Mary’s face; Winny grinning into poke, swinging back wide, strong roundhouses against Strahovski’s shoulders/head. Yvonne trying to nip in and out, but getting clocked: Mary effervescent, gambling, not following the tactical manual, but somehow making it work. Hard blows to chin and skull back Yvonne to ropes: she tries the right uppercut but takes a hard right hand to jaw instead, shaking her up. Down the stretch, Strahovski at ropes, face-in-gloves; Mary tuning up that ribcage with drumming, stroking rights and lefts, bouncing mitts off flanks with authority at bell. MEW all sunny—jogging back frisky to her corner. Strahovski rattled, staring en route to hers.

R2: Mary swinging freely, fighting with big smile: Yvonne comparatively tense, scowling. Strahovski getting her chin turned by sweeping rights and lefts…she’s trying to jab Mary off, but getting overwhelmed, Yvonne legging out of range, frowning as she circles: Mary at her like a box of puppies—swinging right hands wide to ribcage. Yvonne forms face-in-gloves again, resting against ropes, cringing as Mary squares up, has a go at those ribs. YVONNE’S HURT! Strahovski paralyzed, weeping into the palms as Mary whacks away flanks: Winny’s arms shivering on contact. Yvonne slumps into ropes as Mary digs a trio of hooks to the hard muscle of Aussie waist, then Missy comes up top with the left uppercut trying to split the guard. Another left uppercut—Mary hopping on her left foot as she jerks it in: this one catches a bit of Yvonne’s chin, loosening her up. Right hand Mary POUNDS between gloves, punching Yvonne’s head back; hook catches Yvonne clean, turning her head, spilling her to her right along the ropes as legs spasm. Crowd screaming—Mary pinwheeling in: brunette just POURING herself at Yvonne, wailing away as Strahovski’s starring back in shock. REF STEPS IN! GOOD LORD! TKO2 FOR THE WINNER AND NEW CHAMP—MARY ELIZABETH  FREAKIN’ WINSTEAD!

After: Winstead covering her face, bawling tears of joy: Strahovski absolutely shattered, losing to Mary AGAIN and this time surrendering a belt in the process. Yvinne sobbing into official’s chest as Mary’s leaping around—high contrast, high emotion as one girl takes from another. “I just match up well with her,” Mary shrugs, when asked about her Strahovski-beating secret. “She’s faster than me, a better boxer, but you know: there’s no substitute for heart, compete, and want. Maybe she IS more talented than me, but whatever: she’s never beaten me, and she never will. OMIGOD I’M CHAMPION, GUYS!” Foxfire hysteria reigns as team-mates swamp Mary in a jumping cluster of jiggling vixens.

Reposted by Archer 5/22/10.