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Before: Simpsy pretty as a postcard upon arrival in prefight: long Tony Romo jersey over Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader white shorts and boots - Naturally Mishy jumps her before Jess can reach the dais. Tawdry top tugging episode - Mish taking a double-handful of that jersey, pulling Jessica, spinning her around. Simpsy wailing, hanging onto her top - football jersey too tough for Mish to actually tear, so she concentrates on yanking it up and over Jessica's head. Simpsy on her knees, trying to hold her shirt together as Mishy reefs and tugs - quite the spectacle until officials finally break it up. "HAG!" Simpsy shrieks, "Why do you always have to ruin everything?" Williams' colour high, obviously enjoying herself, strutting around hands high, acting the champ. "Maybe because I CAN," Mish shouts back. "Ever think of that? You tramp!" Simpsy enraged at the 'T' word, pushes into security to get at her tormentress: Williams just egging Simpsy on, waving her on in. Tractorpull correspondent rolls eyes, doesn't have a whole lot to write about. Simpsy in long low ponytail, hulking white halter top twist-tied betwixt jug; the DCC white shorts; white gloves. Mish in leopard print push up; red boy-cut bottoms; black gloves. When asked to touch 'em up, both girls start pastin' - flurry of blows back and forth buffett opposing jugs as ref has to scramble early.
During R1: Girls hurtle into each other, bounce, swing, snarl - it's chaos. No rhyme, reason or skill evident - girls just wailing away with bared teeth - pushing and bumping each other off balance in wild pinwheeling action. Embracing, they trip each other to canvas and immediately struggle to get on top, burying right hands into opposition ribs. Girls get to their knees, wrap each other with left arms round back the head while plugging righty to tummy and jug: great stuffing punches as the girls kneel there, buttocks quivering. Ref constantly standing 'em up, shaking 'em by the arm, barking warnings: blondes have apparently lost the ability to comprehend English. Bell - Simpsy marching back to her corner when she's jumped from behind - ref has to physically separate little hellcats.
R2: Mish off her stool early, gets the jump, pancakes Jess to her corner and celebrates with a series of pumping right hands to jug. Simpsy wailing, reaches her left arm round Mishy's back and crams away righty to tummy: Williams doubling forward, then twisted sideways to ropes. Mish wrestling, slides HER left arm in behind Jess and plugs her righty: belly and breasts the only things on the menu. Back and forth, back and forth - girl take turns wrapping each other with the left arm, slugging with the right, jamming away close-quarters. Senseless mayhem probably dominated by Mish - she's keeping the fight in the Krusher quarter of the ring.
R3: Torrid toe-to-toe midring - Mishy backing Jess up early with thudding rights and lefts to rack. Minute mark: Simpsy rings Mish up a stupendous right cross, then another straight right to chin and a swinging hook to jug to put Mishy wobbly butt. Williams stumbling forward, stooping behind her gloves: Simpsy baring her teeth REEFS punches up into Michelle's torso as HISC vixen staggers into leather. Jess embracing Williams, then spinning her into ropes and JESSICA GOES RACK! Crowd roaring as Simpsy squares up, gets to shruggin' - Michelle's bra jumps up and down under thudding bombardment. Mishy's head lolling, lips parting - she's badly stunned, but gathers herself long enough to pull a swinging right into Jessica's shorts. Simpsy shouting in pain, doubling up: Mishy lolling on the ropes, gasping - easiest break of the night for ref to manage suddenly crippled vixens.
R4: Simpsy got the better of the third, gets the better of the fourth, wading into Mish and outsluggiing her toe-to-toe. Great bellow from the crowd when Williams' back hits ropes: Jessica squirming and pushing, propping Mishy up and chugging away tummy, tits and chin. Classic mauling Simpsy here - getting all over Michelle's leopards - tidy swish-swish of Jessica's scrubbing side to side pummelling has champ awestruck. Bell: Simpsy turns abruptly on her heel: PONYLASH! Michelle facing open-mouthed into the feather-light swish of hair across her eyes. She's astonished that Jessica would smite her so.
R5: Jessica punching as she's wading in: Michelle bludgeoned to canvas and li'l Krusher dives on top. Squirming bundle winds up at ropes: Mish on her right side, facing into ring, knees drawn up, hands covering her face; Jess on her knees, right hand on Mishy's leftside ribs, left hand SLAMMIN' away to Mishy's jugs. Jessica mindless, left arm jackhammering - Krusher breasts swinging in time to the music. Ref breaks it up, giving Jessica a terrible talking to as moping Mish blinks back tears.
R6: Torrential slugging at one point sees Jess get turned around, her head and shoulders going through the ropes: she's all hung up there, bleating as Mishy pounds helpless buttocks. Williams baring her teeth, chugging away to rump - great spanking impacts to those sporty white trunks from a wide stance. Ref sorts it out - Jessica hurtles into Mish: tumbling brawl along the ropes as girls take turns on top. More wrap action - girls' left hands round behind heads as right hands dig and stuff underneath: Mishy able to keep Jessi's butt on ropes from this posture, gradually outhitting Simpson down the stretch. Bell: they're still slugging - ref has to physically pull Mish off.
Williams/Simpson JMD title conc.
Posted by simguy on 12/8/2007, 8:25 am.
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R7: Slowly, subtly, Mishy's getting the extra touch, getting more of her own way in there. Wiliiams able to come forward at great expense as pace slows and girls trudge away to tummies and jugs at mouth-on-shoulder range. Still some sudden, abrupt flurries of maniacal jug-mugging, but it's become more of a plodding, I'll-pound-your-jugs-you-pound-mine proposition. Mish able to walk Jess to ropes and keep her pinned - Williams with her left arm riding across Jessi's back has the Krusher wrapped. Mish just snuggled in close - face buried in the right side of Jessica's neck as right hand wedges into tummy and tit. Poor Jessica cramped and grimacing, soaks it up through 7.
R8: Mish pushing in again - Jessica competing, squirreling away tight punches in close confines, but it's Williams coming forward. Again, after a minute and a half, Michelle's able to walk Jessica to ropes and keep her there: Mishy wrapping, tousle-scrubbing, bodying up - doing whatever's necessary to keep Jessica pinned down. Mish snuggled-in, smothering Jess when not punching, then Williams will shove a sudden right into wriggling Krusher goodness. Tummy and jug, tummy and jug - Michelle just working the meat, staying on top, making Jess take weight and punishment in equal measure. Bell: Mish keeps at it, tucking in a couple of cheapshots to jug before ref can pull her away. Jessica woozy, mouthbreathing, staggers home after another tuff round.
R9: Mishy pushing in: getting easier for her to bully Jessica. All kinds of rack being taken now - Williams working methodically to wrap Jessica with either arm and pump her the free mitt: good, steady thump being applied to that bulging white halter. Poor Simpsy! Jess sobbing - often riding one or the other of her hands around Mishy's waist, but not tying up: Williams able to sustain a thorough, steady, shoving pace against Jessica's hooters. From the midpoint on, Jessica's sagging forward - Mishy starting to reach under Simpsy's arms and chest her upright again. Jessica's head starting to loll, lips mumbling - she's getting jug-mugged out on her feet as Mish is heartless, relentless. REF STEPS IN! Jessica unresponsive, simply shipping leather to jug: she's bleak, blinking and awestruck as the man cradles her to the safety. TKO9 for the winnah and STILL JMD champ - Michelle 'Mish' Williams!
After: Chabert; Hewitt; Simpson - Mishy conquers the big 3 of JMD, re-establishing her tyrannical credentials in the process. Midring - Mishy wasting no time: she doffs gloves, secures front-smother on Jessica. Mish's left arm snakes round behind Jessi's head; left hand gripping Mishy's right bicep; Mishy's right hand cupped atop Jessica's damp blonde skull. Williams face intense - staring past Jessi, feeling Simpson into position - Mishy's shoulders/biceps flexing, cinching, tightening. Mishy's right hand pretty, the way her fingers stretch and re-grip atop Jessica's head, snugging her in.
Girls step forward and back slow - Simpsy stooped face-first into cruel jug - her fingertips probing Mishy's triumphant tummy, or just curling into the waistband of Mishy's trunks. Williams very methodical, all business here, patiently putting jugg to Jessica. Finally, Simpson's legs start to give way: she sinks to her right knee - Mishy riding her down, staying on top. Mish's lips pressed tight as she steps her left leg around Simpsy and eases Krusher to a seat, then pushes her all the way to her back. Mish's educated feet seek out Jessica's legs via grapevine: poor Simpsy has her knees up, but can't kick free - she's all trussed up.
End game is slow and sensual: Simpsy's hands push at MIshy's ribs, then reach down to push at her thighs, then reach up to push at the triceps. Nothing's loose, nothing's overlooked: Mishy's clamped in tight. Williams moving her head side to side, chewing her bottom lip, eyes bright: she shifts weight as Jessica's gulping her hips up, spending the last of her reserves. Inevitably - Simpson's body relaxes into stupor, then goes out: Mishy lies atop her for several warm moments - putting insurance jug to Jess.
Mishy sits back on her haunches, weight on Simpsy's stomach. Jessica's out - face glistening, lips parted. Mish savours the scene, then nods at her corner: Dushku enters the ring with a mahogany box, brings it to Mish, opens it. Inside: a soft white mitten - furry. Mish removes it, places it on her right hand as smiling Eliza exits.
Mish leans forward, left hand planted on canvas beside Jessica's right flank. Mish raises her right elbow, then slams that mittened fist down into slumbering Simpsy-jug.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Repeat.
Crowd going insane - half with Mish-hate, half with Mish-adoration as Williams takes it upon herself to reduce the proudest jugs in Christendom to rubble. Jackhammering, workmanlike thumps - Mishy pounding down and across, down and across. Simpsy lying in repose, face turned to her left: head jostling just a little under the thudding impact.
Mishy working up a sweat - wipes her brow with the furry mitten, then it's back to the salt mines - pounding away at Jessica's humbled rack. Officials finally move in, 90% sure that what they're seeing is wrong. Simpsy left flat on her back with a little forget-me-not she'll feel in the morning.
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