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19 September 2003 Mischa Barton vs Katie Holmes

Page history last edited by Archer844 14 years, 2 months ago

REMATCH

PARTIAL REPORT

Posted by Simguy on 9/19/2003, 7:20 am.

Barton in conservative lime green two piece, pretty white lace trim around the cleavage, sports bra style top.

Katie in pale blue bikini top, snug boy cut bottoms, white faux belt

KO5 Barton

Something about these gangly, girlish, underpowered vixens catches on—FOX ponying up dough to get Holmes back in the ring with their new hottie of the moment in a major, some say misguided push to get Barton over. Last time out, both showed spirit, a tendency to get hit, pushed punches (often with out a trace of professional form), but Holmes proved the harder woman, discouraging the younger brunette with her experience and slightly more mature frame.

It’s more of the same this time, but wilder, more desperate and in the end, less predictable. Holmes would go down in the first minute after a gambling series of shoving Barton rights to the jaw and take most of the first six minutes getting her legs back. When she did, Holmes would hurt Mischa with slapping, but insistent lefts and rights, bringing out the punk in the kid as Barton turned her back, head in her hands, to escape the deluge. Katie walked her girl down, slugging lanky to the body, looping wide up top as Barton posed stupidly in front, hands at her temples, giving her up torso, Although Hplmes certainly doesn’t hit much—her consistent thumping brought tears to Mischa’s eyes in the 4^th, and even wrap-around haymakers upstairs that didn’t land knuckles-flush were enough to move the youngster around.

In the fifth, a blubbering Mischa got off her stool and somehow started beating Katie to slinging, pushing rights, backing the brunette to the ropes, Now it was Holmes’ turn to cover up, not moving an inch as her lithe opponent lashed and slapped at bony ribs—Katie just leaning forward with hands dumb at her brows. Incredibly, Mischa’s furious, but often woefully inept punching did the job, wearing Katie out psychologically if not physically and putting her blubbery on one knee. Holmes would rise, then sink into the ropes behind that high, rigid guard and the ref had no choice but to stop the contest as Barton continued to lean in and slug her gangly fioe to the midsection. Mischa exuberant and relieved in victory—Fox rubbing their hands in collective glee, but if they force this kid up the ladder too soon, we scould see a eruined ingénue rather than a budding prospect.

Reposted by Archer 12/4/09.