Posted by simguy on 1/5/2007, 7:09 am.

Before: "Mish can't fight JMD," states former champ and guest commentator, Lacey Chabert (ringside). "She doesn't commit - not like me and Jennifer do. She's still thinking about the tenth round - she wants to have the legs to go the distance if she needs to: real JMD'rs work without a net - you have to BELIEVE that the other girl can't resist you for more than a few rounds. Jennifer's got that kind of go-for-the-JUGGular instinct - she'll take it to Mish, back her up and finish her off snug." Michelle pacing her corner in her leopard print push up, crimson panties, black gloves. Queen Jennifer in neon lime green Juicy bikini with single red heart on the left cup - perky high ponytail with bangs, white gloves.

During R1: Bell: girls rocket from opposing corners - Jennifer pulling up and reaching back to throw a gigantic right - but Mishy just piles on in, tackling Hewitt heavily to canvas. Ensuing scramble sees beauties get to their knees - tummy to tummy: Mish reaches her left arm under Jen's right, stabilizing brunette for a stuffing right in tight to tummy. Hewitt bleating in pain, face cramped: Mish reaches her right under Jen's left and digs in a sumptuous left - half tummy/half trunks. Another digging left shakes Hewitt - another - then Mishy's reaching in, shifting, and setting herself for busy plugging right hands. Mishy's backside all a jiggle as she works from her knees - Hewitt suffering - shipping low-blows and tummy bumps - her arms wrapped light around Mishy's brawling shoulders. Ref FINALLY steps in after Williams has helped herself to plenty - both girls stood up, given a good shake as ref grips either by her elbow for the scolding.

Resume: girls step into each other, falling into a hopeless entangling embrace - tumbling stagger into ropes sees girls wrestle for top position. As fight burbles into neutral corner, it's Mish finally pressing Jen down - leaning in with left forearm against Jen's breasts while right hands pump away tummy and trunks. Hewitt crying out, tying up - another reefing ref's break finally separates the two. Mish eyes flashing, lips curling back in snarl - she's the aggressor, stalking Jen as Hewitt slides warily to her right at the ropes. After a few heavy breaths - Mishy rushes in again, leading with a looping overhand right that forces Jen to duck and cover: Williams able to body up close, square herself up and ROMP TO JUGG! Crowd standing and saluting with a roar: Mish Williams shrug-chugging away with rising lefts and rights in snug - poor Jennifer Love sobbing aloud, sitting in the ropes helpless as her mounds are bunched up and jostled 'round. Bell: Mishy still slamming mindlessly away - looks like JMD commitment alright as Poor Hewitt slumps and blubbers.

R2: Mishy batting mitts, charging the ring - HEWITT RUNS FOR HER LIFE! Jennifer Love panics - eyes wide as she bolts along the apron to her right - jugs and backside rippling as she sprints for freedom. Crowd booing mercilessly - Mishy running after Hewitt actually tackles her up around the head and drags her down from behind. Sprawling, amaturish writhing on the canvas broken up as ref pulls girls up for another scolding: JENNIFER LANDS RIGHTY AS REF'S TRYING TO SORT 'EM OUT! Mishy startled - bewildered official staggers backward as JEN SAILS INTO MISH! Walking barrage JLH - she wades in robust rights and lefts, bashing Williams in a haze to ropes. Hewitt bodying up with her left forearm squished between chests - now it's JEN'S free right hand plugging repeatedly into the trunks and tummy of her foe, cramping Mishy up with a cry. Pushing and jostling from Jen as she has Mish weakened - brunette able to smear blonde sideways to ropes (Williams' right shoulder against cables), lean in on her, then POUND away righty to buttock and lower back. Ref moving in again, pulling girls apart - they're flailing mindlessly away at each other as man seeks to get in between. Bell: girls seething, slugging around and over the beleagured official - order finally restored after a long delay.

R3: Girls glaring, stomping to midring, but both now controlling themselves, looking to punch with authority rather than simply plowing in and smothering themselves.

Jen scores a hard, blunt right cross, tossing Mishy's head aside.

Mishy back moments later with a right of her own and a thumping body shot hook.

Girls lay in mouth on shoulder, stomping for position - tight, shoving punches push into straining tummies, smudge against quivering jugg in close. Sweaty, grinding fare sees Mish slowly step Jen to ropes. HUGE cheer when Hewitt's back hits cables.

Pushing on Jen to stabilize - Mish gets her hips back, then lugs a hateful right to Hewitt's trunks, drawing a breathy bleat of pain from Jen's moist lips. Hard working follow up right takes Jen in the pit of her stomach, cramping her up, throwing her chest forward, face upturned.

Right uppercut Mish - tosses Jen back into the ropes. Hewitt's head lolling dangerously.

Left hook Mish, clouts Jen's face aside: Mishy quickly bodying up and stacking her badly loosened foe at the ropes.

Jugg. Bushels and bushels of jugg. More jugg than Mish could ever need - but she wants it all the same. Hewitt sobbing aloud, head back, baring her throat: she can't get Mish off that precious rack.

Williams mindless- pushing into Jen to prop, then chugging - rising lefts and rights pancaking the proudest jugs in Christendom. Hewitt sitting in ropes, falling apart, just taking the beating, her breastmeat just flopping and flapping around upon thumping impact.

The ref steps in, cradling blubbering Jen to safety. Mish roars, thrusting mitts high, stomping away in ecstasy. Michelle Williams takes the JMD Tiara and Diamond Studded Bra from Jennifer Love Hewitt via TKO3.

After: Mish doffing gloves - tells presenters to hold onto the JMD trappings while she finishes up proper. Hewitt a sobbing wreck on her stool - crying out in protest as Mishy grabs Jen's arms and pulls her cringing up off her seat. Pair of short, stuffing right hands to the pit of Jen's tummy bunches her up in Mishy's arms: Williams with a quick bum's rush tosses deposed queen out of the ring.

Mish sitting on the apron, reaching for Jen with arms and legs: Hewitt scissored up around her hips manages to lock hands with Mishy as blonde seeks to impose will. Jennifer's teeth gritting; Mishy laughing, enjoying herself: the girls arms push and strain, hand wrestling up top as Williams has her prey well-secured. It's only a matter of time.

Mish has the leverage and the strength - she fights her way past Hewitt's hand-grab, clasping fingers behind Jen's head and pulling her face in tight to jug. Hewitt squealing - her hands wriggling up inside Mishy's wrists, trying to lever apart the grip. Williams licking her lips, working to pull and control: she slides the left arm round behind Jen's head, binding the brunette. Mishy's left hand cups at her right bicep; her right hand cups atop Jen's damp skull; Williams' face GLOWS with happy satisfaction: she's sunk the reverse sleeper-grip in tight, sealing Jen's face moist to jugg.

Hewitt's arms flap at Mishy's body, wrapping 'round the hips to slap meatily across Williams back.

Hewitt reaches up behind Mish, pulling at the girl's shoulders. Williams simply intensifies her scissor - her legs straightening, jaw clenching as she pours hurt to Jen's ribcage - Hewitts hands come down, pushing pathetically against Mishy's pale thighs.

There's no hope for Jen - she stands sadly on the floor, backside slumping as she shifts weight one foot to the other, hands pushing at Mishy's pink hips. FINALLY it's too much for Chabert to bear: it's Lacey who comes forth to tug at Mishy's left arm, beseeching the new queen to release her vanquished foe.

Williams obliges, relaxing her legs and arms: Hewitt's knees buckle as she nearly puddles to the floor - face damp and slack, lips parted, eyes shut, eyebrows high. She's a badly used, limp and ragged shadow of the proud vixen who had begun the fight.

AND CHABERT CINCHES UP REVERSE-SLEEPER! Lacey popping the buttons on her pink blouse to reveal a heartpounding white push-up, then pulling a stunned JLH in for fresh torment - girls standing swaying on the spot just in front of a wildly amused Mish Williams! Mish shakes her head (Samdog!) as Chabert helps herself to sloppy seconds - Williams returning to ring for formal presentation of the Tiara and bra as Lacey's allowed to simply go at the all-but-forgotten Jen.