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30 September 2011 Brenda Song vs Michelle Williams

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Posted by simguy on 9/30/2011, 11:24 am

BEFORE: "My days of underestimating these brats are over," Mishy admits at dais. "I know I have to re-prove myself against a whole new generation of hungry little tyros who are faster and more skilled than ever before...and I'm fine with that. You can prep for speed; you can take away a girl's legs, but nobody in the flyweight division can take my punch when I'm right. You can't adjust for power and tenacity, and Mish Williams is still bringing that to this dance!" Song coming in bubbly with confidence, following in the footsteps of Hudgens and Tisdale, both of whom have dealt serious blows to Wolfpack prestige this year. "Mishy's toast," Brenda proclaims brightly at podium. "Wanna see why? BAM!" Song pops her blouse and tears away her skirt to stand in fighting black bikini. She turns to face Mish. "KA-POW! Yep: all me, Mish - 100% BRENDA 'TOO STRONG' SONG!" HIT MY MUSIC!" Cue lights...Backbeat to "Oh Mickey" starts pumping as Brenda hops down to the floor, executing a brazen cheer-inspired dance routine in her bikini as the lyrics of the song change "Mickey" to "Mishy", to wit:

Oh Mishy, you are mine, you are mine all of the time, Hey Mishy! (clap-clap clap-clap) Hey Mishy! (repeat 3X)

And the chorus...

Oh Mishy
It's a pity
You can't understand
I'll beat you like a tramp
You'll be putty in my hands..."

On and on in that vain...Michelle rolling her eyes as energetic Song lip-syncs and bops through the choreographed pre-fight number to stunned silence from press row. Gotta love these multi-talented Disney chicks!

Brenda in black bikini; small black gloves; black hair loose and tangly.

Mish in retro zebra print bikini with twist-tied top and bottoms; small black gloves; hair in soft blonde Marilyn curls.

During R1: Mishy smart - fading Brenda to make her come forward - ducking low and straightening up into clinch, then bellying Song to ropes. Suffocating tummy to tummy assault administered - job one for Mishy always to keep Brenda secured - crowding her to ropes, reaching under her arms to grab the ropes; putting a body on her. Brenda grimacing, wriggling beneath her tormentress, TRYING to punch. Mishy warned for holding and hitting, tousle-scrubbing, shoulder-shucking, headlocking...ref eventually moved to pull blonde girl away for breaks. Mish jumping back in, wrapping Bren around the waist to put her rope-bound again - bouncy Song can't get off the apron. From there, job of work for Mish to cram right hands into little brown body from the clinch, or jam away righty to jaw from the wrap. Song sputtering in frustration as Mishy owns her bell to bell. Late right hands from Mishy dig insurance punches to Song's paunch...blonde girl forcing ref to literally peel her off pouting Asian lass.

'Nessa Hudgens tweets during break: "Hah-hah! Song's 2 weak!"

R2: More of the same - Mishy giving ground at midring, forcing Bren to close the gap...blonde girl ducks low, straightens up with arms roped around Bren's ribcage - then it's waddle-walk to the ropes, Mish on top. Smothering beatdown ensues, Mish to Bren - ref issuing a constant stream of threats and pleas for Mish to resume some sort of formal boxing look. Williams energetic in the clinch - putting a belly on Song, making her take weight, but also palming her arms and shoulders, pushing her into ropes to create punching room underneath. Poor Brenda caught in blonde quicksand, trying to wriggle/twist/slug short shots side to side, but there's too much Mishy sharing the pocket. Down the stretch, Brenda's in a bad way - mouthbreathing, legs rubbery...she looks ready to go, sobbing out as Mishy belts her a few fat right hands in the gut while holding Bren in the crook of blonde left arm. Ref pulls Michelle away at bell...poor Bren sitting in ropes, hugging her body, blinking away tears after 6 straight minutes of fleshy blonde aggression.

R3: Bren showing some smarts: now when Mishy fades her, Song hangs back, circles clockwise, hands at her waist. Mish forced to attack, jabbing from the crouch as Song eases weight to back (right) leg, welcoming Mish inside with the short left hook. Williams eats it unfazed, doses Brenda's ribs a pair of clubbing rights, then they're shoulder to shoulder, scrubbing it up. Song holding her own as girls engage in hup-hup flurries - flyweight fists hustling back and forth, tidying up quivering tummies, jumping jugs. Song catching Mishy with the World's Tightest Uppercuts, but blonde girl forces her way forward: final minute sees Mishy push Brenda to a seat in ropes, then swam her. Williams plowing away to seprate herself down the stretch - reaching under Bren's arms to stack her; tousle scrubbing back and forth across her face; pushing and pounding like a cute little blacksmith. Song cranky, pouting at bell: Mishy hooks her tits late to give the ref something to do.

R4: More Mish anybody? Williams with the cheap rolling start arrives in Song's corner before the stool is removed: blonde girl pancakes brunette to turnbuckles and renews the smother session. Brenda groaning and whining with the effort of struggling against the weight of Mish...sporty little brunette SO frustrated she can't get her legs into this fight. Michelle diligent, huffing and puffing to push Brenda sideways into ropes, then work her over as Song's cowering. Case in point: Bren with left hip on ropes, hands covering her face as she slumps forward...Mishy crowding, her left arm looped around Bren's lower back for control, right hand chugging away to tummy or chin underneath, trying to work in between Brenda's arms. Every once in a while - Bren's head pops up off her gloves when Mishy scores, Asian face all drowsy and shellshocked. Down the stretch, Song DOES have some success off the ropes - shouldering Mishy back a smidge, then laying into ropes to catch her tidy uppercuts as blonde falls forward to crowd. Then it's chest to chest wrestling as Mishy resecures her foe. Bell: Mishy atop Bren, smearing her against ropes - ref has to yank at blonde right arm to pull her off.

Nessa Hudgens tweets: "This stuff would never work on me! I'm 2 gud!"

R5: Mishy crowding early, bullying Song ropeside: Bren able to tie up, get ref's break, and THIS time she rushes to midring before Williams can close again. Mish in hot pursuit, scampering after Bren...Song issuing short check-hooks and pivoting left around 'em to play matadora to Mishy's bull. Bren wheeling and dealing, getting angles for the first time - she's landing short, muscular hooks, then turning Mishy's right flank, taking the steam out of blonde pursuit. Midway through, Mish pawing her jab, trying to get inside...Bren times her coming in, chops a short right to chin, scoots down and to her left as MISHY STAGGERS IN FENCE POST HOLES! Williams suddenly wobbly-butt, clipped clean and hurt...she covers up earmuff, turning into Brenda's savage follow up assault! The fury of Brenda Song: teeth bared, hair wild across her face - OH she's digging at Mish, short right hands to paunch/wicked left hooks to temple. Mishy in peril, staggering on the spot, trying to keep her guard up: Brenda dips and rips super-tight left/right uppercuts - all shoulder on short little shots, chipping away on face in between Michelle's mitts. BLONDE GIRL STAGGERS BACKWARD! Mish blinking, hitting ropes in a fog...Song steps-to and bares her fangs. BRENDA POUNDS MISHY'S RACK! Oh the humanity - little Asian girl stacks woozy blonde up, then goes to town, hup-hup-hupping those busy fists up into Michelle's helpless rack. Jugs a-jumpin'; Mishy's head a-lollin'; Mishy's lips parting, blonde curls dangling in punch-dimmed eyes...Brenda practically foaming at the mouth - pushing Mishy in her shoulders to stabilize her, then hacking away three straight right hands to UN-DO THAT TOP KNOT! Mishy's top gives way - jubblies spill into the clear...Song able to pound those bared puppies a few chop/slap right hands until ref can jump in at the bell. Mishy blubbering, fumbling with her top, then hugging herself for modesty's sake...Brenda Song climbs the ropes in her corner, pounds her chest like an anime Kong and bellows into the crowd that has lost it's collective mind due to violence overload.

Nessa tweets: "Mishy's jugs. Been there, done that."

R6: Mishy's cheeks tear stained, top re-secured by the finest knot-man in the business...she comes out elbows in/dukes up. Bren stepping-to, then stepping out, circling left - hands dangling about her waist and thighs, only rising when Mishy's in the strike-zone. Bren potshotting Mish as blonde girl comes in, but Mishy keeping a tight guard in place, blocking the punches, then looking to work in receipt. Mishy also jabbing out of her guard - chopping at Bren's front: blonde girl able to negotiate inside position then chug away hup-hup to Bren's little brown belly. Song cute, working her angles, fitting Mish for the odd hook-and-pivot routine, but blonde girl coming forward, working hard and being busy for points.

R7: Girls close and work midring - heads in close, left hands reaching in to push at opposing right hip or right inner-elbow, clearing the way for choppy little right hands inside. Song with that tightly turned left hook inside - almost Hudgens-like the way she clips it across Mishy's chin or chest at close quarters. Mish thumping the gut two-handed, throwing her left shoulder into Brenda's tits, hacking her right hands atop the left hip in the clinch. Song's legs strong here - she's getting into Mishy's chest and pushing-with, refusing to move backward...leads to crowd-pleasing tit-for-tat hup-hup flurries back and forth as Mishy can't tie up consistently. Down the stretch - fighters in close...Song just jerks away on a trio of super-tight right uppercuts, each one kissing off Mishy's chin/mouth and putting her wobbly-butt! Spellbound blonde stumbles in semi-circle around Bren's left flank...Song turning-with, hacking right hands to Mishy's ear as blonde girl staggers woozy. Bren moves in close - feeds Mish the scraping right uppercut to chin again, then crams righty to gut, bunching Mish forward "GUH-H!" while backing her butt into ropes. Deep breath Brenda Song - she's exhausted, but she pushes Mishy upright - blonde girl's eyelashes fluttering, lips parted. Song's left hand curls around Mishy's right upper-arm, holding her steady...Bren standing close, pouting crankily as she pushes tired right hands into Mishy's jugs pum pum pum. Mishy sullen, spent, face weary, wincing sleepily as her jugs are repeatedly nudged. Kneading assault goes on after the bell - both girls in groggy stupors when ref pulls 'em apart.

Nessa Tweets: "Mishy's 2 old: Song's got her!"

R8: Song rushes to clean up...Mishy bends low, straightens up into clinch, waddle-walks Bren to ropes. Tucking low-blow pounds Bren's black trunks - Mishy cramming in righty while wrapping her left around Bren's ribcage...little brunette sobs aloud, sits in ropes. Mishy working out of the wrap - her left arm in under Bren's right, blonde right hand plundering tummy and tits as Mishy holds and hits in close. Song struggling to tie up...job of work for Michelle to sort her out, wrestling apart the lock up, maintaining her left-arm wrap, then getting back to digging in righty. In tight clinches, Mishy gets the right hand up to face-wash Bren with palm; Mishy always scrubbing her hairline across Bren's face; Mishy working forearms into Bren's breasts. Masterful stuff - Michelle just mauling and plowing, tying up and stuffing the escape attempts while punching juuuust enough to keep ref from issuing breaks. Song suffers...she's snivelling at bell - angry with the official, looking up at him and stomping her foot in outrage at Mishy's rough handling. Williams utterly spent on her stool during the break - eyes closed, head tilted back, baring that sweat-streaked throat as trainer rubs ice pack into over-heated jubblies.

R9: Rolling start for Mish catches the Song corner unprepared again - Brenda tackled into ropes, pumped hard to the tummy before she's fully organized. Mish cold-eyed, hard-hearted - going all in to get Song hurt and stopped. Mishy pushing Bren sideways into ropes - pushing down on her back with left forearm then beating her right hands...blonde's sweaty back shining with silver highlights as she works up a sweat. Poor Brenda! Song bleating in pain, just cowering face-in-gloves with one or the other hip in ropes, absorbing a hellish beatdown. Ref letting Mishy work, even though she's riding a forearm on Brenda's back, or pushing her into compromising positions - Song's corner screaming for a break that never comes. Mish able to work Bren over pretty methodically - putting weight on her, bludgeoning her righty...it's all too much. Brenda Song's curvy legs finally give way, putting her on all fours, left-side pressing ropes as Mishy sobs in exhaustion. Mishy: hands on hips, mouth open and pulling deep breaths...she's ashen faced when Brenda pulls herself up by the ropes and beats the count with "how-could-you" tears in Asian eyes.

R10: Battered vixens stumble-to - both girls running on empty. Mishy paws her left atop Brenda's right, then leans in close via drifting right to chops, turning Bren's chin aside, then crowding close with right shoulder in Song's chest on follow through. Brenda sleepy, backpedaling...Mish stumbling-with, falling in with exhausted lefts and rights from her thighs, punching at Brenda's sleepy/puffy face. Song staring, hitting ropes in a fog: Mishy piles into her with a casual little head-butt-and-clinch routine, making Song take weight. Brenda groaning, face grimacing with effort...she slides stocky brown arms in under Mishy's limbs, slowly turning blonde bully into ropes. Song's left pushes at Mishy's right bicep while Bren drifts blonde girl across the chops righty: groggy head-swivel Michelle as her eyes glaze in receipt. Mish clinches, reverses Bren to ropes, pays her back a drifting right hand in kind: Song's mouthpiece flutters out of her slackjawed mouth, eyes dimming. That's the way of it - battered brawlers tumbling along ropes, taking turns on top, holding the other steady, then giving her clout...sloppy, mindless embraces and whining exertions in between the desperation slugging. Bell sounds - girls fighting on autopilot, still at each other - ref has to pull Mishy off Brenda to end the fight. Comes back UD10 Michelle Williams - both girls too used up to show immediate reaction as Mishy's deadweight arm is lifted in victory.

After: Wolfpack girls briskly securing battered Brenda, walking her to Foxfire corner as Mishy's taking on water and getting revived. Williams soon saunters over, mounts up, her tummy pushing Bren's agonized face to the right as Mishy's hands push down on brunette scalp - blonde girl looking out into the crowd. Michelle slowly shakes her head "No", climbs down from the mount, leans in close to ram the thick of her left inner-thigh into Brenda's gut, pitching the exotique forward "GUH-H!" MISHY WRAPS UP FOR REVERSE SLEEPER! Michelle's left arm strong behind Bren's head, the left hand cupping blonde right bicep; Mishy's right hand fisting in the damp black mop of Brenda's tangled hair...it's Mishy's jugs getting payback of their own! Bren trapped, her butt back as she's pulled forward into Mishy's pulsing rack...little Asian tries some feeble right forearms into Mishy's gut - winning tight-lipped grunts from Williams, but not securing freedom. Mishy backs out of the corner, turns, pulling Brenda along...Song's hands cup at Mishy's hips as her thighs start to wobble.

Mishy biting her lower lip, cinching up her arms to get a true seal on Brenda's face...Williams glaring hard out into the distance, feeling Brenda weaken in the grasp. Mishy stepping her right foot back, bracing her weight forward...she's easing Brenda side to side in the grasp, getting her loosened up and jug-groggy. Finally, Song's curvy legs give way...she slumps down onto her haunches-and-hands, damp black hair tumbling down both breasts, her face slack and shiny, the eyes closed, lips parted in jug-shock. Mishy kneels, taking a right-handed fistful of Brenda's hair at her forehead, pulling her face up. "How you like 'em now?" Mishy hisses. "Hey? Bren? Speak up: how-do-you-like-my-jubblies-now?" Song out of it, mumbling incoherently, her eyes still closed. "What's that?" Mishy continues. "You want more jug?" Using her grip on Brenda's hair, Mishy moves the girl's head up and down in a puppeteer's "yes". "Well okay then!" Mishy moves in - Swan Lake tape FINALLY plays on TV screens as blonde veteran lays down the law to a jug-shocked young phenom.