PARTIAL REPORT

Posted by Simguy on 10/15/2004. 7:14 am.

Mack in red sports bra, floral print full coverage bikini bottoms, black shoes.

Combs in black sports bra, red Adidas terrycloth trunks (Olympics style sprinters cvut, white stripe up the sides.

Shown on special edition of WB Fights! Network show.

KO8 Mack

The fists of Dani Fishel have discouraged many a little slugger, but maybe no one moreso than once highly touted Mack. Hyped as the “next” Dani Fishel when she turned pro, Mack rushed into a Fishel fight, got her head handed to her and promptly went into a tailspin of low activity, moping and regret: this fight was an announcement that those days of despair were over for Mack. “it’s been tough,” admitted Allison in her prefight comments: “I wasn’t motivated to fight, and even when my management made inquiries—it was always ‘we’ve already for a Fishel fight scheduled—don’t need another short pug’—you know—so it was discouraging. But then I just started thinking—I’m young, I can do this, I just have to get back on that horse. Fishel has to be dealt with, but I’m not going to make the same mistake I did the first time around. I’ve got a lot of sharpening to do before I tackle her again.”

That sharpening would begin with Holly Marie Combs, Best known at the WB as a sturdy little pro-style wrestler—Holly had indeed given Mack a few good tussles in the that kin d of mat action, but no one considered her a threat to expose Allison with the gloves on. Looking porky, pasty and pale, Combs took the ting like the sacrificial veteran she was supposed to be, and she played her part well. Combs would suffer 8 rounds of debilitating punishment before being carried from the ring on a stretcher—testament to her pride if not her prowess.

The fight itself was a sickening, one-sided affair of interest only to hard core Mack fans who got to see their girl sparkle in a dazzling showcase. Minute after minute, round after round, Allison squared up on Holly against the ropes and went to work. Mack bobbled, using a very Fishel-like herky-jerk torso movement to set up crumpling hooks, and constantly touching Holly with a palm shoving right, a shoulder, an extended elbow—always maintaining contact with the stationary brunette. Fir her part, Combs sat sullen in the ropes, taking punches, trying to cover up to blunt the damage and offering little in the way of meaningful payback. It would be nearly 7 minutes of fight time before Ms. Combs would score her first point—a tepid right hand off\ the scalp of her opponent, paid for dearly as Mack blasted back a torrid brace of lefts and rights.

The eighth and final round was a grotesque display of shoddy officiating, cold-hearted WB cynicism, shameful crowd bloodlust, and almost Aztec cruelty from Ms. Mack as a helpless, battered and wandering Combs was beaten beyond recognition. No longer fighting back or even aware of her surroundings, Holly stumbled from rope to rope, drooping to clinch hut unable to summon the strength, reeling as clubbing blows pounded away head and body without restraint. Dazed,. Combs would b bludgeoned to the canvas twice, only to rise to continue taking the merciless bombardment, in the final minute, Mack’s brutal non-stop assault finally laid Combs on her back for good. Holly lay still as Allison romped and cavorted in crass celebration out of all proportion to the heinous achievement.

Reposted by Archer 12/10/09.