Unified Flyweight Title

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Posted by simguy on 2/25/2006, 8:09 am


Before: Press conferences, weigh-ins, photoshoots constantly marred by Mish-initiated brawling: security finally forced to take up positions between tempestuous little blondes so some promotion can take place. "She's an animal," Sarah snarls in the pages of BLONDE! magazine, "and she's out of control. Oscar attention for somebody like Mish is like putting out fire with gasoline: she needs a beatdown like she's NEVER needed one before!" Williams unrepentant, scrappy as always - the rare Oscar/FCBA Title combo within her grasp and she's relishing the opportunity to cement it all on Sarah Michelle Gellar. "Gellar's always thought she was the best actress in the division," gloats Mish. "She and Portman both - they always fall back on that when they get their asses kicked. That's all over with now: they've got no more excuses or places to hide. I'm crushing Sarah inside and out of the ring, and anybody who thinks this Oscar buzz has made me complacent doesn't get me at all. All winning the Big Gold One is gonna do is make me that much more unstoppable!" Mish in black push up, white lace trim - black low-ride boy cut bottoms. Sarah in black bandeau bikini, slick battle bun. Small gloves, both vixens? You bet.

During R1: Sarah pinging away - straight lefts and rights against a rigid high guard. Mish mitts-at-temples, blocking punches on her forearms and gloves - Gellar spritzing, sidestepping, rotating clockwise with feral, bared-tooth aggression. Sloppy middle minute as Williams Sarah's uptempo attack with tackling smothers - bull riding Gellar to ropes and mauling her until ref separates 'em with barked warnings. Down the stretch, Mish loading up and POUNDING away right hands - repeat overhand smokers smash upside Sarah's head - Gellar covering up earmuff, staggering to her left under Mishy's blacksmith blows. Bell: Sarah helpless at the ropes, stunned: she's taking face punches as Mishy pours in hup-hup left/rights sloshed to either jawline until ref enforces the break.

R2: Sarah jab-jabbing, dropping in the right hand - turning over that back (right) foot pretty as she tosses crosses. Mish trying to come forward - pre-emptive Gellar combinations bogging Williams down, allowing Sarah room to sneak 'round either flank. Midway through, Gellar hooking pesky - pounds her way in between Williams' raised mitts, startling the champ - Mishy a little ragged as Sarah pins her ears back. Williams butt back, face forward, staring in astonishment as Sarah's furious lefts and rights start hammering past the guard: Mishy's face taking a savage buffetting and WILLIAMS GOES WOBBLY BUTT! Sarah chopping away, then hopping to her right for a fresh angle on her hooks - she's biting into Mishy's face, turning bronzed shoulders into vicious hacks from close range. Williams stumbling forward: she's sidestepped, spun face first to ropes - Gellar keeps up a withering lather as she swipes away to waistline. Crowd roaring - Mishy taking a pasting - Williams just stooping forward, earmuffing up, keeping her elbows in and riding it out. All Gellar to the bell, just a-pelting her foe: small gloves riccocheting off scalp, shoulders, mitts - much of it blocked, but Mish too hurt to respond. Bell: Sarah snarling, nudges her left shoulder into Mishy's chest, stacking the champ up and hook-hooking her snug to jug before ref can peel Gellar off.

R3: Gellar jab/right hand, freezes Mishy behind her mitts. Gellar hooks the jawline, hooks it again so hard her right foot comes off the canvas. Gellar: right hand pounds off Mishy's guard, but left uppercut picks up champion's chin - MISHY'S HURT! Williams stumbling forward again - Gellar neatly to her left WHILE cuffing Mishy hooks - swatting champion face-first to ropes once again. Mish dazed, drapes her left arm over top rope, staring bleak into audience, then crying out as GELLAR HAMMERS AWAY TO BUTTOCK AND BACK! Digging little challenger squaring away and going illegally to her foe's backside - ref reefing her back, reading the riot act as Gellar's chest heaves with fury. 8 count Mish - Gellar wades in slugging: Williams determined to answer. GOBSMACKING licks both ways - girls pasting each other rights and lefts, both using the shoulder bump to set things up in hot toe-to-toe and DOWN GOES GELLAR! Mish just beating her girl to punches, hurts Sarah a right hand, puts her on one knee with a pair of compact hooks to mouth: extra left hook skidded across forehead as Gellar's wobbling on her right knee brings the ref in again. Murky 8, SMG - she's blinking, swooning, earmuffing up as Williams wades in. Thudding abuse meted out, Champ to challenger: Williams looming over a huddled Sarah, giving the Slayer business to her body with pumping two-hand delivery.

R4: Sarah pinging away one-two - but she's not as frisky, clearly worn down some - combinations aren't holding Mish off anymore. Williams blocking on her high guard, walking Sarah down, then really walloping her to waist big sweeping lefts and rights - Gellar wincing, goes to ropes to dig in. Mish stays on top, works her girl over: Williams showing refined pressure-fighting skills as she gets after Sarah this round. Gellar bent forward, suffering: Mishy crouching over top, busily working both sides behind the elbows; hup-hup-hupping underneath to beat breadbasket and breasts. Williams content to stay on Sarah's body, and she's rewarded: Gellar moaning, swoons to all fours in the final minute, trembling at Mishy's feet as Champ assumes heroic mitts-on-hips pose with a triumphant grin.

R5: Extra Mish: Sarah bedraggled, shopworn, busting up under relentless pressure. Williams clawing and digging at Sarah all along the ropes, stepping-with the slayer, keeping a forehead on her, bumping her shoulder a propping shoulder to reset. Gellar just sick about it, face pale and b###hy with resentment - but she can't keep Mish off. Sarah going to breathless clinches late - frustrating Williams into headbutting fouls for more referee intervention.

R6: Sarah at the ropes: sluggish, but defiant, digging in and trying to compete as Mish wades in. Williams cupping Sarah's ears, almost cuddling her before hooking in behind her elbow, really banging that body. Mish wants jug: gets in there with snug little shrugging lefts, just buffing up Gellar's rack. Sarah shoeshining to abs and jug herself - occasionally forcing Mish to cover up as Gellar enjoys sporadic moments. Another Michelle Williams round, but Sarah's stopped the bleeding in the sixth.
R7: Hot body swap - both girls dipping and digging thick amidships: Gellar's able to come forward for the first time tonight as Mish can't keep Sarah pinned ropeside. Gellar with that cute hop to the right: she's able to create angles for her hook, and she's squeaking it in between Mishy's raised mitts. Williams flustered, backing up - energetic Gellar assault has champ a little mystified. Sarah pushing her way in, spreading Mishy's arms out, lathering to the ribs - Gellar puts Mishy's butt in the ropes late and ROMPS TO JUG! Gellar dredging up unguessed reserves of hate as she rings up rack with a furious flurry: Williams groaning, forced to clinch at the bell as knees threaten to give way.

R8: Gellar one-two, freezing her foe behind her mitts, hopping to the right and scoring that brisk hook tidy on the mouth: it's a recipe that has Williams eating on her heels. Champ's form falling apart as she stumbles backward - Gellar now landing right hands up top: firm, stab-and-retract pokes just knocking Williams' head back. Ropes: Gellar squirming in - she's not as heavy handed as Mish, but she's a tireless worker, strapping in a non-stop lather of lefts and rights that paralyzes Williams. Gellar's lips curl back from her teeth as she twists her shoulders to the right to twitch that hook across Mishy's cushy jugs: savage swipe being applied, bringing cries of protest to Williams' puffy lips. Champ reaching to clinch, coming undone: Sarah won't have it - slugging hard hup-hup combos to body inside her foe's reach. It's all too much - Mishy absorbing a terrible shelling, turns to her left and TAKES A KNEE! Tears tracking down Williams cheeks as she grimaces, steadying herself with the left hand in the ropes - forced to endure the sight of Sarah cavorting around the ring in celebration of the knockdown. Mishy beats the count, digs in, stoops over earmuff: All SMG to the bell as she cleans up brisk side-to-side lather across her foe's head and upperback.

R9: Pace visibly slows: both beauties badly beaten tonight and it's all catching up with them. More clinching and waltzing - both trying to tuck home cheap body shots while holding - earning a steady stream of warnings from the ref. Eyelashes fluttering, mouths open - sleepy, groggy stuff as girls maul and push, taking turns twisting the other into the ropes in a muggy ninth.

R10: Starts in Gellar's gut: Mishy trudging forward, lowering her head and getting into Sarah with a walking barrage of thick rights and lefts to tummy. Gellar wilting at last - Mishy's fresh vigour downstairs clearly discouraging Sarah, forcing her to ropes with a stricken expression. Mishy methodical - tired, but catching a third wind - she rubs and bumps on Sarah with head and left shoulder, constantly cycling it in on Gellar's chest to set up hooks and chopping overhand rights. Sarah punchy, spellbound - she's covering up loosely, or crossing her arms and tilting forward, no longer answering back. Mish fitting her left hand into the meat of Sarah's paunch every few seconds - just a dull, thudding I-hate-you kind of punch, draining the fight out of her plucky challenger. Gellar blubbering, exhausted at the bell - Mishy still in there doggedly scrounging and pushing until ref pulls her back by her elbows. Comes back UD10 and STILL flyweight champ: Michelle Williams.

After: Late Gellar rally peters out: Mish too strong tonight, too aggressive - she heartlessly pounds her way past a game challenger to increase her stranglehold on the 110 pound belts. "I love the fact that Sarah's brawling more as she ages," A puffy/shiny Mish smirks in postfight. "It makes it so much easier for me, and better, because I don't have to track her down. I crushed that girl's spirit tonight - I walked her down, I put hands on her, and you could just see the hope dimming in her eyes. That's what it's all about, baby!"



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