Unified Flyweight Title

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Posted by simguy on 1/28/2006, 10:21 am,


Before: Life so sweet for Mish Williams right now. Out of the ring - she's overshadowing acting rivals like Holmes and the all but forgotten Shopgirl (Claire Danes) en route to on Oscar Romp: in the ring, she's reclaimed the 110 pound belts, dominated her rivals and seems poised to add another glorious chapter to her career - so what's the challenge with Trachtenburg? "Margin of victory," Mish says with a grin and a shrug. "It's not the challenge of beating Michelle - it's the challenge of beating her worse than any other girl gets beat this year. It's the challenge of beating her worse than she's ever been, or ever will get beat. I've got more 10-0 routs under my belt than any other active fighter in the FCBA and it's a unique feeling to own a girl like that. It's like...it's almost like you make them fall in love with you, you know? And then you toss them away? Beating a girl the way I did Rachel Stevens leaves a mark on the heart that never goes away - Rachel can never forget me because of what I did to her. Yeah: that's the challenge in front of me with Michelle Trachtenburg." Trachs rattled to hear it put so intimately - she's never been in with anybody who wants a battering more than the victory itself. "I'm ready," Michelle affirms with a strong nod at the podium. "I've been working pretty closely with Katie Holmes - not sparring of course - but looking at her tape library of Mish and discussing what it's like for tall girls like us to fight her. I know I'm a big underdog, but understand what I have to do and I'm here to win title belts, not just show up." Williams in leopard print bikini top, crimson boy cut, low-ride bottoms: Trachtenburg in pink Hello Kitty battle bikini (common in Japan, not so widely seen here), long low ponytail.

During R1: Mish batting gloves together, wading into Trachtenburg...AND REJECTED! Trachs eyes like saucers, feet braced wide - she scrubs and scrubs and scrubs rangy rights and lefts across the face and breasts of her foe, flurrying like a maniac and shouting the word "NO!" as taught in self-defence classes the world over. Williams rebuffed, angered, tries again and again to storm up the middle: Trachtenburg hustling lanky - awkward pushy scrub-action not hurting the champ, but buffetting her enough to allow Trachtenburg to sidestep away. Trachs in retreat, but beating Mish to punches, scouring away on the face enough to keep the champ from setting and getting off - so much for the 10-0 rout as Trachtenburg somehow swishes away for first round points!

R2: Michelle scowling, a little shiny-cheeked from the Trachtenburg facial - Williams makes adjustments this round. More head movement on the way in - Mish borrowing from old stable mate Dani-Fishel to slip in under Trachtenburg's willowy, panicky, pushy lefts and rights. Stubby little jab in the chest out of the crouch - Williams just locating Trachtenburg, jabbing to be first, then getting inside before the kid can react. More bad news Trachtenburg - she's levered to the ropes by shorter woman, pushed and palmed roughly - Williams able to land solid, thumping rights and lefts wide to the ribs and tum, softening Trachtenburg up. Mish T stooping forward, hands outstretched past Mishy's shoulders, but not glomming on - Williams able to keep hands free, bashing away at ingenue jug, strapping that gut and lighting the chin up zesty little uppercuts in close. DOWN GOES TRACHTENBURG! Trachs head snaps back from a jolting right uppy - she immediately swoons to all fours. Williams helps out by leaning in, hauling a wide right hand fat to the body, just snug in over the left hip as poor Trachtenburg cries out in protest. Ref bundles champ back: Williams fierce, stomping around as official walls her off from struggling prey.

R3: Trachtenburg under pressure, scrubbing her little heart out: teeth bared, fists rub-a-dub-dubbing against Mishy's head and shoulders in rangy one-twos - Trachs buys herself a minute with that pesky shoe-shining stuff as Williams walks her down. Second minute - thumping Mish Williams body shots buckle Trachtenburg's knees, sit her hurt in the ropes - Williams bodying in, pressing Trachs flat to strands, and laying in close to work snug amidships. Grueling stuff: Mishy with her left cheek pressed into Trachtenburg's breasts - a hard smile on Champion's lips as Mish crowds in close and stuff cruel right hands to trunk and tummy. Trachtenburg groaaaannnning, draping her arms around Mishy, chin lolling down onto William's head: Trachs desperately trying to wrap up but doing a pitiful job of it. Not boxing at all: this is Mishy setting stocky legs strong to pin a gamin foe down at the ropes; keeping a body on Trachtenburg; plugging Trachs to the belly with shoving, repeat right hands. Williams often shifting her weight - very patient, just propping and resetting the lanky lass, then continuing to bludgeon her body. It's all too much: Trachtenburg's eyelashes fluttering, lips parted, finally sinks to all fours, sobbing piteously as Michelle lifts mitts, beams into the audience and struts. Williams refusal to go to neutral corner delays the count - Trachtenburg able to pull herself up off her knees by the ropes to prolong the punishment.

R4: Mishy's found something she likes: stacking Trachtenburg up against the ropes and mauling her. Poor Mishy T: she's hurting now, broken down - rangy scrub too slow and feeble to keep Williams off. Champ able to push challenger to ropes, crowd in on her, nuzzle and squirm for position, then plug away righty: the whole body hers for the taking. Trachtenburg wheezing, eyes narrowed in pain, lips curling back - she's constantly draped over top her tormentress, clutching at Williams, trying to wrap her up - but little slugger knows how to keep hands free and working. Down the stretch, Williams starts heaving Mishy back into ropes to get room for swinging headshots - great sweeping lefts and rights smash Trachtenburg's skull side to side - little Mishy leaving her feet, twisting into wallop to get Trachs out of there. Stunned, staring, swaying - Trachtenburg makes it to the bell. She's still limp, sagging at the ropes, when Champ leans in from the portside with the CHEAP FLYWEIGHT ELBOW! Digging deposit to the pit of Trachtenburg's tummy draws a shout of fresh agony from the challenger: Williams struts away, tossing her curling head with glee as poor Trachtenburg gurgles to one knee.

R5: Trachs with the rangy one-two scrub - buys her a minute as Williams' pursuit is problematized - but there's no keeping the champ off for long. Mish bobbing and weaving, plows in under her foe's gangly arms, tackles up around the waist and stamps away to drive Trachs to ropes, whiplashing the kid's neck in the process. More stack n' pack - Williams fighting off the chest, burdening Trachtenburg, smothering her, smearing her - punches digging relentlessly into tummy, Hello Kitty trunks, pale thighs. Katie Holmes up off her seat screaming: "UPPERCUT! UPPERCUT!" but poor Trachtenburg can't execute. Williams unspeakably thorough - laying waist to her foe downstairs, crippling her then shoving her off to take lusty swings at the chin. Trachtenburg swaying back into the ropes, face all drowsy - some punches shave past her chin, others crash home with shattering impact, drawing oohs and ahhs from an appreciate crowd. Big splashing rights and lefts smash past Trachtenburg's outstretched arms, switching her head back and forth and sending her toppling to her right side: she rolls to her back, hands up over her head, right knee bent up as she tries to fight off the KO. Williams grinning, stomps past and deliberately steps onto the right bicep of her foe, earning a fire-and-brimstone scolding from the ref. Poor Trachtenburg game - again able to rally off the canvas as Mish bickers with the ref - but Mishy T just a tattered fragment of the hopeful ingenue who began this bout. Williams allowed to storm back in after 8, stack her girl into the ropes and stuff her repeated right hands in snug - champ basically holding challenger up to allow for extra punishment. Break: Trachtenburg's corner begs her to concede - Mishy T bleakly mumbles "No."

R6: Not for the feint of heart. Hard to watch as Trachtenburg staggers out on shopworn legs, fists chest high in a ramshackle parody of a boxing stance - oh, she's all beat up, mouth open, eyes blinking. Williams grinning, hands at her sides as she bops in and out in a serviceable Lucy Liu imitation - just making Trachtenburg miss with pure torso weave. Boos rain down as Mishy toys without punching, but it doesn't last long: Williams finally stepping into her girl with a robust striding right onna chops, twisting into the follow up left with 100% Mish behind it. Trachtenburg tilting backwards, staggering under the assault, is driven to her back with a crash as Williams tramples thigh and bicep en-route to far ropes. Poor Trachtenburg stretched out, pathetically trying to roll over her left side - long limbs spastic, no longer obeying her commands. Williams resplendent as she reclines in the neutral corner, kissing her mitts at '9', thrusting 'em high at '10' as Trachtenburg can't get off her back. KO6 in brutal, onesided fashion - Michelle Williams.

After: Trachtenburg gingerly assisted to a stool and tended to: Williams strutting, preening - blowing kisses to Holmes, Rachel Stevens, Nat Portman, Claire and anyone else ringside Williams wants to torment. Champ finally gravitates to Trachtenburg corner, shoving physicians and trainers aside to help Trachs to her feet by her underarms. Poor Mishy T! Head lolling, protest mumbling on her lips as Williams stacks the girl upright in the Trachtenburg corner. Mish mounts ropes - tummy insolent in Trachtenburg's face, forcing woozy brunette to turn her head to the side. Mish just grinning, looming there, staring out into the crowd. Without looking down, her hands seek out Trachtenburg's ponytail, undoing it, fluffing out the long, damp locks. Mishy clutches at the hair, pulling her fists tight to her chest as long streams of the stuff stretch up from Trachtenburg's scalp. Trachs blubbering, arms tight around Mishy's hamstrings, fists clenched just beneath quivering Williams buttock. Goes on and on - Williams pulling at the hair, or thrusting her hands high while leaning in to oppress Trachtenburg with triumphant belly. Mish even deceptively gentle at times - negligently cupping the back of Trach's head in the left hand, pressing face to belly while basking in the crowd's adulation. Mishy T just sick about it, crying, trying to turn her face away from cameras as BLONDE! mag photographers record the moment for posterity.


sim guy