Posted by Simguy on 11/25/2005, 2:36 pm.

Before: Michelle goes on the offensive in prefight—intentionally looking to scald Lohan with hurtful comments. “Lindsay’s a total bust as a fighter,” Michelle says, eyes dancing with glee as Lohan glares on. “Seriously—she’s a classic case of a stable over-paying for name recognition and now they’re stuck with this pampered, lazy, no-talent, no-fight wannabe, Why do you think BSE went out and got Katie Holmes? Lindsay fights like she drives—crappy—and I’m gonna give her a tune up!” Lohan visibly trembling as she takes the podium, turning to Michelle and saying: “Michelle, I’m going to say this to your face: if I get the opportunity to give you the Beating of the Year in this fight? I’m going to take it.” Michelle pipes in, still grinning: “Like the one I just gave you?” Lohan left livid, speechless, fists white-knuckling the edges of the podium as Trachtenberg bats her eyelashes and smirks. Lohan in lavender jazz-print fighting togs, aerobic look white shoes and socks—Michelle in pink bikini, same heavy shoe/sock look. White gloves, both vixens

During R1: Lohan scowling, stalking, right hand at chest, torso crouched forward—she’s jabbing up at Michelle, just flapping  stick at the ingenue’s guard. Trachtenberg awkward, gangly behind her mitts—holding her hands rigid in front of her face., Lindsay jabbing to freeze Michelle, occupy her,, then WELTING her thick, juicy slices of right hand in the ribcage, Big, booming single-shot wallops—roundhouse delivery—Lohan smashing her fist against the left flank, hip of her foe, buffeting Michelle to her right. Trachtenberg uncertain, preoccupied with that little fluttering jab of Lindsay’s—Lohan able to walk Michelle down and light her up to the body all around long. Bell: Michelle wincing, grasping her left side with her left hand—ribs pinking up nicely under harsh Lohan rebukes.

R2: Lohan cold-blooded, walking Michelle down—same looks as she tosses out the jab not to harm, just to locate—then swings away mighty righty to bodkin. Michelle’s teeth bared—she’s stepping to her right (away from Lohan’s power), scrubbing gangly one-twos. Not a lot of muscle on Trachtenberg’s  swishy punches, but she’s rudely buffeting Lohan’s face, pre-empting her, disrupting redhead’s rhythm, Loping gait of Michelle giving Lindsay problems—Trachtenberg able to turn the left flank and wrong foot Lindsay midring—keeping Lindsay at the end of scraping, pinging left-rights. Bell—Michelle posing hands on hips and openly challenging Lohan with saucy defiance—ref has to push Lohan back as her cheeks flush hot with rage.

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R3:  Lindsay crunching her way into Michelle’s ribcage: of those bashing right hands. Trachtenberg’s long, lean legs buckle—she fades to ropes for support—face anguished, eyes pleading. No mercy from Lindsay: now she’s using the left to push and palm at Michelle’s face or chest, shoving her upright for more booming right hands. Michelle trying to spin off the ropes, but Lohan wise to the move: redhead not shy about bodying up and pressing Trachtenberg deep into the strands, suffocating the movement, Lindsay opening up with hooks as well—dipping to her left to load up while pawing her right up at Michelle’s face—then torquing big into the movement, twisting hard to starboard to haul home the hurt. Big shellack sounding out loud on taut young chassis--Michelle crying out hurt, pushing at Lindsay’s shoulders—big mistake as kid SHOULD be trying to clinch. Goes from beating to slaughter as Trachtenberg breaks down—she’s defenseless from the midway point, crippled by determined Lohan body punching, but STILL Lindsay’s allowed by hammer away by negligent ref. Linds easing her body in Michelle’s, making her take weight-- Linds wrapping Michelle with open arm, holding her steady for free-arm slugging—Linds torqueing lusty roundhouse blows to either flank. It’s all too much—gurgling, sobbing—Michelle sinks to her knees in the dying moments, hugging her ribs and sitting back miserably on her haunches. Ref counts out a crying Trachtenberg rocking gently on the spot—Lohan stomping off eyes flashing, nostrils flaring—she’s the KO3 victrix.

After: Lohan can’t wait to remove her gloves—BSE handlers attempt to hold her back, but Lindsay over to Michelle’s corner, pulling the girls from her stool by her left wrist and elbow. Right arm snug around the waist, face set in brutal scowl, Lohan takes a weepy, rubbery-legged Trachtenberg for a meanspirited walk of shame. Michelle blubbering, fretting with Lindsay’s right wrist, had lolling—Trachtenberg’s a sight as she’s tugged at the stagger to all four corners and ruthlessly displayed. Lindsay very rough with Trachtenberg, occasionally speaking venomously into Trachy’s left ear—clearly no love lost here tonight. Portman in the ring, applauding the walk: she more than most understands why Lindsay absolutely, positively had to put her foot down tonight. “I almost slapped Michelle’s face myself after what she said in prefight,” Natalie tells reporters in the aftermath.

Reposted by Archer 6/3/13.