Pt 1:

Posted by Simguy on 9/2/2005, 7:14 am.

Before: Mishy tongue in cheek in preflight, affecting a very serious Defcon 5 air: “Katie Holmes must be stopped,” Williams says, pounding a determined fist against the podium. “I’m launching a crusade to bring this bully to justice (big screen behind Mish shows footage of Holmes walking Menounos). Katie Holmes’ reign of terror MUST come to an end! Boxing can breathe easy now that I’m on the case--Holmes will be punished--something like this…” Screen shifts to a highlight reel of savage Katie-beatings--Mish amongst ‘em--Eliza, Claire--also Scarlett beating Holes to the body, sound amplified to ridiculous levels to catch every breathy moan and whimper--Holmes just riding it out on her side the dais, hands clasped tight together on the table top--she’s withstanding the anticipated psychological attack as best she can. “The days when Michelle Williams could bully me--inside the ring or out--are now effectively over,” Holmes states. “From now on, I plan to be Michelle’s worst nightmare, and she knows it. She reached her physical potential years ago--there’s nowhere left for her to go: I’m getting better and better every time out ands it scares her. The day is coming--maybe it’s already here--when I don’t just beat Michelle Williams in the ring: I toy with her. The look in her eyes when she realize she can’t compete with name anymore is going to be like winning a title belt for me.” Katie in royal blue bikini, white mitts--Mish in scarlet bandeau bikini, white trimmed edges, white mitts. Girls refuse to touch gloves during stare down--glaring Katie holding Mishy’s smirking gaze every second.

During R1: You can anticipate it, but a Mish Williams bull-rush is a hard thing to train for--Holmes tackled hard about her waist and driven to ropes in pell-mell early action. Mishy snuggled in tight, draped in Katie across her back--little blonde shrugging, rotating her shoulders, digging away to lungs, tummy and jugs as Katie reclines back onto ropes, trying to find a little room. Williams smearing Holmes, negating the Katie height advantage--swiping rights and lefts club Holmes’ head side to side as Mishy may well be sharing Katie’s swimsuit. Holmes grimacing, trying to wrap up behind Mishy’s elbows, or push her way clear of ropes--but Williams too jiggly and violent, squirming in there, keeping Katie on her heels and drubbing the torso with as much elbow as glove. Bell: ref with a stern warning for Mish concerning rough-house--Katie disappointed with herself, knew that was coming and let it happen anyway.

R2: Holmes much more energetic off her stool, loping her right, refusing to let Mishy sack her for a loss this round. Williams hard-pressed to cut the ring off--Katie’s long, tanned legs gobbling up the ring, forcing Mishy to trot in pursuit. Second minute, Katie’s got Mish turning, now she force-feeds the blonde her much improved jab--first tasty smacks of it a rude awakening for Mish who immediately covers up, crossing her arms and bobbing uncertainly, Katie with control, outclasses Mish down the stretch: nice, easy stepping to the left; straight scolding jab; long slanting right hands--partially blocked--but keeping Mishy outside weight on her back foot. Bell: Holmes’ nostrils flaring with pride, she forces hot eye contact--that’s exactly how she wants to the fight to go tonight.

R3: Mishy embarrassed last round, redoubles her efforts…and gets twice as embarrassed as a result. Holmes loping to her right, simply legging out the pressure, turning Mishy around the ring, piecing out jabs at intervals to bring little blonde pit bull to heel. Once Mishy starts covering up, bobbing at the end of Holmes’ stick--Katie settles into a stepping rhythm--easing to her left, working behind the jab, threatening Mishy withy long right hands down the middle. Williams frustrated--doesn’t like the bite of Katie’s jab one bit--blonde nibbling her gloves Tyson-style as she dips side to side, weaving and waiting. Couple of Williams rushes up the middle met with beautiful counter-right uppercuts--Holmes just hanging back, easing onto her right (back) foot to walk Mish in, then lighting her up a licking, compact stroke to send her tottering back out,. Shutout Holmes, leaving her mark on Mishy through 3.

R4: Mish storms the gates, asking herself for more ferocity, and answering the call. Holmes momentarily buffeted off balance, stumbling awkwardly to ropes with her arms outstretched--Mish able to club looping lefts and rights to head and shoulders, catching Holmes backing up. Katie clinching with a ropey head-and-arm hook up, bogging Mish down--ref’s break separates girls, regroups them at midring and Holmes starts pumping stick to restore order. Middle minute all about Katie taming Mish again, dictating range by her, forcing her to bob and weave at the end of Holmes’ punch. Katie calm, relaxed, moving well and any time Mish weaves the jab and gets close? Right uppercuts’ the answer. Holmes grinning into her corner at the bell--she’s turned Mish back again, won her third straight round with textbook execution.

R5: Mishy finally showing some respect for the challenge--issuing stubby jabs late against Holmes; harpoon, just jabbing the jabber to disrupt Katie’s rhythm. Williams weaving rapidly side to side--she’s going to have to risk Holmes’ right uppercut if she wants to get to that ribcage. Katie backing up in good order, maintaining her height, brow knitted in concentration as she tries to read Mishy’s blitzes. Second minute, Mish bobbing, weaving, jabbing, scoots inside--Katie goes to clinch and is rebuked to crotch--Mishy bumping trunk a rapid series of chugging lefts and rights to draw a wail of pain from Holmes. Katie doubled over, sagging against the ropes--Mish hauled back and scolded by the ref--Katie given time to regroup, but upon resume--it’s Mish with the initiative. Williams back to smearing Katie to the topes--pushing and palming at Katie, shoving up underneath the chin in a blatant attempt to injure Katie’s neck--scrubbing roughhouse sees Mish romp to the chin to the finish line as tempers flare at the bell.

Holmes/Williams conc.

Posted by Simguy on 9/2/205, 7:16 am.

R6: Katie roughed up, bullied in the fifth--she gets NO sympathy from her corner during the break, getting the ol’ “Katie--whose trunks are these?” speech. Holmes responds: doe eyes suddenly hard as she pounds Mishy’s left eye a pair of meanspirited jabs. Then hooks lanky off the stick while pivoting left. Williams weaving, looking to close--eats an early right uppercut, the stick while pivoting left. Williams weaving, looking to close--eats an early right uppercut, catches the hook as she’s backing up--Mishy shaking her tousled head, regrouping outside. Middle minute, Katie pressing the attack from behind her jab--she’s backing Mish up, hurting her for the first time tonight. HARD right cross pounds Mishy’s head to the side--her arms crossed, elbows up as she gobbles that shot--GOOD strapping left hook ripped to the body has Mishy groaning. Katie adjusting her distance as she jabs, dropping that right foot back a smidge then HURTLING down over the top her hardest right hand of the night. CLOBBERING Mishy upside the jaw and WILLIAMS GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Mish is disarray, stumbling in fence post holes, nibbling at her gloves. Katie leaning in on her front foot, twisting her torso and scorching hooks o Mishy’s jiggly little body--Williams groaning, bending forward as she baby-steps backwards--she falters into the ropes in desperate trouble. Mishy in tatters--right hand at her left cheek, left across her gut--she digs in as Katie steps-to and HOLMES ISSUES SHELLACK! Katie baring her teeth in frank hatred, sailing into Mish with a long, spearing right, backhanding it to set up a walloping, lanky hook. Williams sagging dreamy into ropes, bending at the waist, then straightening--she’s groggy, just touching it out, soaking it up Katie’s lather and trembling hurt because of it. Bell: Katie SEETHING, forcing hot eye contact--Mish reeling, sullen, but with a wounded tiger look--ref movies in as a precaution ready to do something they shouldn’t.

R7: Mish moves to take midring,. Then backs off--she’s giving ground to Katie. Mish selling it with wincing eyes as if to say “I’m hurt..I don’t want any more of this” and Katie’s buying. Holmes hopping forward, just tossing out the jab to measure, not really snapping it, giving up her height as Mish steps back. RIGHT HAND SMASH MISH WILLIAMS! Katie caught and clocked--back leg nearly collapsing under her--she rights herself on tottering pins and EATS THE HOOK! Mishy unleashed--leaving her feet to swing up at Katie’s staring face--RIGHT HAND! LEFT HOOK! RIGHT HAND! KATIE GIES DOWN! Gobsmacking swings, every one a fight-winner--Holmes just facing into it and getting clobbering--she lays out stretched on her back, face twisted in pain. Mishy taking the opportunity to “stumble” forward, trampling inner thigh and bicep under stomping bare feet--she leaves Katie in a crumpled ball as Holmes turns onto her side, trying to get up. IT’S NO GOOD! Poor Katie rocking from one hip to the other, trying to shake off those haymakers, but she just can’t get ff her back--WILD KO7 Mish Williams!

After: Katie agonizingly close to accomplishing the unthinkable! Ahead on points, starting to hurt Mish, backing her up--Holmes so KO-thirsty she forgets herself and goes off-script. Mish throwing her head back to crowd in victory, pumping her fist and accepting HISColades all ‘round: she does it to Katie again in thunderclap fashion. And MISH WANTS MORE! Trailed by an enthusiastic, clapping Eliza and a more reserved but Katie-hating Danes--Mish corner-stacks dropping Holmes, mounts the ropes and LORDS iy over her conquered foe, Mish grabbing sleek brown locks close to the root with both hands and crouching down to bellow in Katie’s tearstained face; Mish with the left hand in Katie’s hair, right hand thrust high in supremacy; Mish holding both Katie’s hands up by the wrists, drawing fresh shudders of blubbering protest from Holmes. On and on--Williams milking her triumph well past the boundaries of good taste: Eliza reaching up to at shiny blonde back while strutting around and applauding; Danes with arms crossed, clearly torn between loving Katie’s torment and hating how good it makes Mish look. Poor Katie traumatized--her face pushed to the side by Mishy’s quivering belly and hips, eyes tightly closed, lips curled back in a “leave me alone” grimace.

Reposted by Archer 01/03/2012.