Posted by Simguy on 1/9/2004, 7”04 am.

Before: Team mish taking a wise step back—classy boxers have been running Williams ragged, effectively tearing down the flyweight empire Mish had built in one agonizing defeat after another—time to face a hard nosed slugger who won’t be hard to find. “Vanessa’s got skills,” admits Mish in prefight, but she’s old-school daytime when she gets in the ring—she comes to fight, and that’s what I need. Marcil gives me the chance to get off, get into exchanges--I’ll work out the kinks on her and start issuing payback cheques to some girls who have them coming.” Mish in zebra print bikini, twist btied top, Marcil in dark chocolate bikini, loop connections hip and it.

During R1: Mish doing her li’l boom boom thing, staying low, looking to palm-push, shoulder-bump her way inside and scrub Vanessa’s ribs. Marcil all over the map—stick and moving one moment—toe to toe the next, looping shots after that, Midway through, girls slugging away midring—trading hooks to chops—Marcil lands a SWEEPING right that has the crowd shouting “OH!” on sudden impact, Van twisting all the way to her left, pulling the punch around, not even looking at Mish when it crashes home-poor Williams bug-eyed with hurt and drives her into the ropes. Marcil hard-hearted on follow up—getting her head on Mish’s chest, pump-thrusting her arms back and forth: she’s going deliberately, tenaciously and outrageously to trunk, both mitts. Williams gurgling, sitting numb in the ropes, left arm across Marcil’s back as Vanessa mops up underneath—ref finally takes a hand after a plugging flurry of blows softens Mish up proper—Vanessa scolded like a school girl as the man holds her arms and wags his finger. Mish gives time to recupe—Vanessa’s chest heaving, eyes blazing as she paces in the neutral corner, anxious to get back on.

R2: Mish bobbing, a little tentative and Vanessa’s UNLEASHING. Marcil launching these glorious, insane loopers—she’ll twist her body all the way to the right, facing off into the crows as she pulls the left around in a wild sweep—elbow looking hyperextended as she turns the fist over, then it’s the same thing with the right hand. And she’s LANDING! Mish soaking up these crazy shots like she just can’t get out of the way, thrown off by the look-away delivery and getting clocked—Williams put wobbly butt, battered around the ring as Marcil gives heart and soul to get Mish out of there. Poor Mishy stunned, starting, but battling back—final minute sees her fit shorter, straighter punches up the middle, blocking back Vanessa’s head and blonde gets to brunette chest to tidy up inside at the bell.

R3: More savage, irresponsible offence from Marcil—riverboat gambling all the way, but paying off as haymaker after haymaker somehow finds the mark. Mishy catching wallop on her face and skull, hands at her chest—she’s just trying to keep her feet, finally staggering to the ropes with a woe-begone expression. MARCIL DIGS IN!  Vanessa pinning her ears back, romping to the jug, romping to the tummy, then cashing in chin—she’s just squared up and going at Mish without fear of reprisal. Crowd on its feet—Mishy soaking up a horrific pounding to the body and face, tilting side to side, righting herself, shipping more shellack and THE REF STEPS IN! Good Lord—TKO3 Vanessa Marcil!

After: Marcil whooping it up—rambling, gambling attack pays off as Kish stampeded into defeat in devastating fashion. Williams tugged up off her stool and packed into a corner—Vanessa climbing the ropes, taking a handful of Mish’s sweaty tousle in her left hand, thrusting the right skyward—what a glorious moment for the upset-minded brunette. Mishy: eyebrows high, eyes closed, mouth pouted open behind Vanessa’s quivering hip—good ship Williams definitely floundering at this point as flyweights re just taking turns on her. Vanessa catching some heat in postfight for low blows—she’s unapologetic: “Whenever someone gets aggressive against a TE fighter—she must be cheating. If I strayed low, it was purely accidental—I was just putting leather on meat, just the way Mish would have done. She got hurt, she paid the price—she knows what time it is.” Press making more of it than Mish—no complaints from rugged-minded Williams: “I never should have been in position to take those shots,” Mish DO resent is her climbing the ropes on me when I was out. You don’t do that—you don’t show up other fighters like that.” Hurts when it comes around don’t it? Not so long ago, Mish was pushing Rachel Stevens’ face into a dish of mushy peas—not a lot of tears big shed for the former flyweight boss.

Reposted by Archer 10/18/09.