Posted by Simguy on 9/22/2006, 7:13 am.

Before: Mish genuinely excited to see Katie again; “MAN, I love me some stupid Katie!” Williams gushes at the podium. “No matter what’s happening in my life, I know I can always count on beating the ever-lovin’ hell out of Katie Holmes and treatin’ her shabby afterwards. What’s it gonna take to make it sink in? Hell if I know-0-girl just keeps coming back, and I keep dishin’ it!” Holmes thin-lipped her side of the dais, just letting the gloating tirade wash over her. Katie coming in with meaty shoulders and hips for this one, no longer boiling down to bantamweight—she’s determined to assert her bulk on her pint-sized tormentress this time, “Mish, weren’t you badly, badly beaten in your last fight?” Holmes says, tilting her head to address Mishy directly: Williams growing visibly rigid, forcing herself to smile as Katie plays the Chabert card. “You were bullied, weren’t you? I don’t know—fight I saw—Lacey got right in your trunks and rummaged on you Mishy, I mean she TOOK—you know? She took, and you gave, and gave, and gave. Why do you think I’m making this fight now, Michelle? Huh? Well, you puzzle that out for a while, and when we hook up, I’ll give you the answers.” Katie in velvet midnight blue push up and panties; very dark tan; deeper chest than we’ve seen, fuller shoulder; pouchier tummy, adult hips; white gloves, tan soft-suede boxing moccasins (knee high), Mish in leopard print push up, crimson trunks, fur-lined boxing moccasins, black gloves, curly blonde tousle.

During R1: Katie using her height, weight on the right foot, sliding that lead left foot, rotating clockwise with a trolling gait behind a prodding jab. Mishy grinning, even when poked hard on her face—she’s bobbing and weaving, stomp-feinting like she’s charging in, then stepping out and motoring around—but when she punches, it’s blockbusters all the way, both hands. Rousing stuff—not a lot of clean contact as Holmes establishes distance, forcing Mish to swing short—but down the stretch: Katie misses a rising right—Mish bends in with a sweeping right CLAPPING off the face, Holmes’ head jarred back on her neck as she’s leaning forward—crowd gasping at the sudden car-crash impact and KATIE GIES DOWN! Holmes spilling slobberknocked to all fours, staring wonkily into the HISC corner initially—Mishy jogging around, hooting in derision, doing a little Kirk Gibson arm pumping as she rounds the bases, good times., Poor Katie! Holmes up swooning, turning to her corner with tears standing in beautiful brown eyes: absolutely heartbreaking to see her disappointment written with agonizing clarity on her pretty face.

R2: Katie disciplined—shrugging off that knockdown, putting it behind her, getting back to her game plan. Jab, lateral movement were giving Mish problems before the knockdown—Holmes goes back to it—face stern with concentration as she works at turning Mishy’s right flank. Williams’ blood up—she crouching, then leaping at Katie--little blonde leaping her feet to get at Katie’s chin with grazing-only effect this round. Katie getting solid touches, jabbing Mishy with a  broken rhythm of ones and twos, dropping the odd right hand with slanting power into Williams’ head and shoulders. Bell: Katie’s boxed out the points, turns abruptly away to her corner; Mishy swings a fat roundhouse right to her opponent’s backside, just to be a nuisance as the ref jumps in.

R3: Mishy is reckless, obviously believing she can collapse Katie’s house of cards with one more looping right hand: Holmes makes her pay. Minute mark—Katie jabbing while moving to her left, dropping her sloping right hands—Mishy gets inside and Katie gets big—palming little blonde shoulders, stepping right and pushing Williams sideways to ropes., RIGHT HAND KATIE! Holmes leaning in, stroking a beaut to a jaw as Mishy’s reorganizing: Williams stepping in fencepost holes, jugs and rump all a-joggle as she covers up earmuff. Katie eases her rear right foot back a smidge and STRAPS Mish a licking left hook amidships—good lithe leverage on the shot. Feet still wide—Katie prods a pushy right hand while sliding back a further smidge—STROKING Mishy a hook across her guard, then DRIVING a harpoon-right in between the mitts. Williams’ head spanking back—she’s grimacing, crouching forward behind her mitts: now Katie’s hook is detonating off Williams’ right hip and ribmeat. Holmes snarling, eyes feral—sight of hurting Mishy bringing on decided changes in Katie’s normally sweet demeanour. Mishy resolute—she’s been tagged, but stocky kegs prove sturdy—Williams able to disengage fairly easily as Katie’s looking to establish range anyway—Holmes a little too patient with her pursuit, lets wounded Mish wriggle off the hook.

R4: Mishy showing her underrated skills—bobbing abruptly side to side, dukes collected at her chin as she rushes forward—she’s getting to Katie’s chest more effectively this round. Holmes backed into ropes—riding her forearms on Mishy’s shoulders, cupping blonde head and pulling her in and down—tall girl just trying to manage little hellion when she’s in close. Williams having trouble slugging up and around Katie’s long arms to the head, concentrates on that tanned waistline instead with brawny lefts and rights. Mishy bashing at ribs, tearing up the paunch, straying low on a consistent basis, keeping her forehead in between Katie’s breast to pin her down on the apron. Holmes hard-pressed, tries to slug-with down the stretch via well-chosen right uppercuts: right idea, bad execution as Katie gets CLOCKED in trade, Mish landing that splashing overhand right flat on face as Katie miss her uppercut—Holmes spilling back into the ropes stunned, nose bleeding: she’s staring, helpless as Mishy leaves her feet to hook her opponent’s mouth a clout at the bell, Katie a-swoon, blinking stoopid: MISHY PUNCHES KATIE’S CHIN! Clubbing right hand—Mish to Katie—sits Holmes into the cables—ref hauling little brawler away before she can heap on the rule-infraction.

R5: Once again: Katie shows discipline, fighting spirit in shaking off a bad round, getting back to her game plan and retaking the initiative. Mish catching a lot of poke—Katie’s jab looping, strong, accurate tonight, tracking Williams’ bobbing head movement and startling the blonde on contact, Holmes moving clockwise 80% of the time, but occasionally—when Mishy gets inside—Katie will palm blonde shoulders, step-right and push off, neatly keeping Williams off balance and out at arm’s length. Holmes’ sloping right hand starting tri find Mishy’s jaw with authority—Katie able to extend on the punch, lean her weight into it: stocky little blonde getting rocked, out wobbly-butt at times when Holmes strokes her clean. Bell: through 5 they’re all even—Mishy scowling en route to her corner as Katie’s giving her a real tussle in the first half.

R6: Katie hurts Mish—first with a cute counter right uppercut off the right foot as Williams hurtles in; later with a sloping, extended right cross off the jab, backing Mishy up on her heels. Holmes stepping-to as Mish retreats—Katie’s eyes narrowed in “I want you hurt” scowl, heartless as her jab locates, steers, and prepares Mish for lanky right hand shellack on the face. Williams hurts Katie late—that trusty overhand right looping fat to face, landing like somebody’s clubbing Katie with a tuna: Holmes’ knees buckle, eyes forlorn as she staggers away all rubbery-limbed. Final moments thrilling as ruined, shabby-legged beauties square off—Katie at the apron, Mish menacing her—Williams trying to lunge in, Katie trying to fit her for right uppercuts. Wild, sloppy, dangerous stuff at the bell—both girls swooning, but trying to lay the other down as ref jumps in. Mishy managing to push her right hand into Katie’s breasts as official’s trying to keep ‘em separated: Holmes lifting a long  left leg to kick her toes into Mishy’s buttocks as ref has a hold of Katie’s arm, tugging her off balance. Panting, angered Holmes earning stern warnings and a very authoritative finger waggle from beleaguered official during break.

R7: Mishy’s face: puffy, pink, left side swelling. Katie stepping left with a rolling gait, sliding her left foot in a bucket—more and more her jab’s starting to look and sound like a decisive punch as she repeatedly finds Mishy’s scowling mug, PAK! PAK-PIK! PAK! Katie just a-pumpin’ and a-movin’, turning her girl midring.. Holmes dropping selective right hands—she’s been hurt tonight when Mishy’s timed her rights, but Katie determined t lean those punches in, stroking Williams clean over Mishy’s low left hand. Williams catching leather, not penetrating—she’s basically out on the end of Katie’s punches, getting picked apart, letting Katie get big in the seventh.

R8: Katie backpedalling as Mishy leaves her feet, sweeping haymakers from her hips—blonde missing these wild wallops, but disrupting brunette rhythm all the same, Middle minute—Mishy fighting her way past Katie’s jab and crowding her to ropes—Williams getting good, hardnosed scrubbing done downstairs, her head constantly butting against Katie’s chest in the bargain. Holmes grimacing—crying out and bunching up whenever Mishy strays low—ref slapping at Mishy’s arm when she reaches around Holmes to pack her into ropes, but otherwise he’s letting her work.; Katie tieing up around the head, but SHOULD be toeing up Mishy’s arms: Williams able to plug away.—head down, arms pumping—fists spanking off ribs, tummy, trunks and thighs. Down the stretch, Katie tries for lanky right uppercuts off the ropes, dropping her left hand as she does so; Mishy makes her pay. Big looping right hand in the face stuns poor Katie once again, draping her loose on the ropes: MISHY’S ALL IN! Katie staring in swoon, leaning limp against the ropes, facing into blows, hands low. Williams hopping on one foot or the other as she sweeps lefts and rights across Katie’s gobsmacked face, clobbering brunette head side to side at the bell. lATE HIT MISHY! Michelle greedily helping herself to another right hand so cheap it’s free: Katie’s face spanked, then lolling stooped back into position, eyelashes fluttering as she sways hurt on the spot.

R9: KATIE HURTS MISH! Williams trying to mop up, eats the jab coming in, eats the counter right uppercut (Katie getting it tidy off the right foot), eats the long right cross chaser as she s tottering backwards. Katie over to offense-eyes swelling, cheeks puffy, but she’s alert, stalking Mish with that long, spearing jab-off-the-shoulder, really starting to bust Mishy up with it. Williams grimacing at Katie’s firm touches—backing away with hands up, wrists crossed in classic don’t-hurt-me posture: Holmes implacable tonight and it’s wearing Mishy down. Final minute—Long Kate stalking her compact opponent at the apron: Holmes pushes weight to front (left) foot as she tries a thudding one-two up top (blocked); Katie comes back a fat, STRAPPING hook—hardest body shot she’s ever landed on Mishy, taking Williams thick across her paunch. Katie’s torso twisted to her right as her as her left fist digs into gut-beef: Holmes crying out in animal fury as mitt bites meat—a truly transforming moment of savage clarity for the doe-eyed brunette. SOB of pain Mishy—her cries mingling with Katie’s in a weird ululation of anguish/exultation. Williams immediately hugging her middle, sitting crippled into the ropes, face all clenched up. Bell: Katie lays up on a swinging sidearm right that would have clouted Mishy’s chin; Holmes all nostrils flaring, eyes blazing with righteous anger, On cue, snarling Mishy comes off the ropes with a cheap right hand on the jugs, then piles into Katie to tackle-up around the waist, driving both bodies to the canvas in a chaotic sprawl. As desperate a scramble to struggle up on top as we’ve ever seen—thrashing legs as the girls embrace up top and writhe to roil the hated other over. Warnings all around—both girls well and truly scolded this round.

R10: KATIE HURTS MISH! Right hand clangs in behind the ear as Mishy’s trying to blitz up the middle—Katie sidesteps right, lets Mish stagger face-first into ropes, eyes bleary, Holmes staying disciplined, jabbing from a wide stance as Mish rallies in her corner: as Williams comes out brawling—Holmes gives ground in good order, scooting to her feet, touching Mishy jabs in between blonde haymakers, then STIFFLY rebuking blonde a harsh right cross midring. Williams sent staggering backwards—wobbly butt—legs a-quiver and it’s MISH on her bicycle late, circling to her right along the apron. Katie stalking--right hand cocked at her chest legs spread wide as she hops and shuffles, reaching out the jab to touch and harass, Mishy’s offensive forays growing less frequent, less committed--her left eye’s closing, her nose is bloodied: she’s discouraged, unable to negotiate Katie length at the last. Holmes in control at the bell, but respectful—Katie content to keep Mish at the end if poke, pinning her down at the ropes and touching her for 10^th round points, Comes back UD10 one point—KATIE HOLMES!

After: Mish: bleak, busted up—Katie Holmes the answer ti the trivia question—“What’s worse for Mish Williams than being beat up by Lacey Chabert?” Holmes jubilant—slow-strutting the ring hands held high—actually the HISC corner to point and taunt at glaring Eliza Dusku, amused Claire Danes, tight-lipped Alyson Hannigan AND assorted faceless suits: Katie tames Mish tonight with a breakthrough performance as emotional/mental as it was physical. “She’s always bullied me and gone out of her way to intimidate me,: says a weepy Katie H in postfight, voice cracking with emotion, “but I wasn’t having any of it tonight, It’s stupid—I’m much bigger and stronger than her—but in the past, she was so aggressive, I just couldn’t impose in her, She’s so arrogant she just makes me want to scream, but tonight, I just boxed our plan, working my right hands and didn’t get discouraged when things went wrong. Oh my God—when she dropped me in the first friggin’ round? I thought I was going to lose it. I need to thank my corner—they totally got me through that setback! My trainer basically win this fight by keeping me in the fight when things were at their darkest.

Reposted by Archer 7/8/13.