Unified Flyweight Title

Posted by Simguy on 3/10.2006, 7:07 am.

Before: Late-bloomer Hannigan impressing a lot of boxing insiders with her performances of late--but not mish Williams. “Alyson’s the dame old, slow, ham-and-egger she’s always been,” Williams chuckles in preflight, “I’m showcasing on her--hear me? Showcasing. Everything she does, I’ve seen done better, I hope she can give me rounds, but I make no promises: I could have Aly out of there very, very early.” Hannigan unfazed by the bluster: she knows what to expect out of Mish. “Mishy wanted a soft touch after the Oscars and HISC went out and got her heartbreak-in-a-bikini instead,” smirks confident Aly. “Here’s my prediction: she’s going to be rejected at the podium and she’s gonna get her ass kicked in the ring. This is going to be one f the worst stretches of Mish Williams’ career and I can’t wait to get going on her!” Mish in black lace push up and panties, white lace trim; Alyson in red bandeau bikini, low-ride boy cut bottoms: small gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Mish hurtling into her foe all forehead and-elbows: Alyson blown back with a startled expression as champ tackles challenger to ropes. Thump-a-chug two-gun assault in between the hips--Mish hustling leather indiscriminately to trunks and tummy, prompting a boozy clinch from Aly and a stern finger waggle from the ref. Williams crowding right back in: firm resistance from stunned Hannigan as she dips her left shoulder, hooks Mishy square in the trunks, bunching the champ up a-groaning. Ref tugging little sluggers apart by respective elbows and barking commands: Alyson sending the message that she won’t be bullied, Resume: Mish crowding forward, oppressing Hannigan to ropes. Hot swapping action downstairs as girls lean in mouth on shoulder, curled bodies forming an arch inside of which, furious punches fly back and forth into throbbing ribs, quivering tummies to the bell.

R2: Hannigan anticipating the blitz, picks Mish up the jab, stings her a right hand, then ties up midring as Williams can’t back her foe up. Muggy stuff in the inside--both girls reaching in under the opponent’s arm with the left hand, then clouting her the short right; tousle rubbing and pate-grinding; shoulder bumping each other in the teeth. Hannigan a little cuter--she’s able to turn Mish while holding her, shifting Williams’ feet, keeping her off balance in the clinches, Hannigan also picking Michelle u short, jerky little uppercuts: every once in a while you’ll see Williams’ head bump up from the pile, courtesy of those little love-taps on the chin. Mish far from shutout, concentrating her attack to the ribs, flanks and tummy: both women scrounging well to the body in a heated second.

R3: Hannigan doing nice things with her jab--finding Mish on the way in, channeling her into right hands--Williams getting scuffed up, momentum broken by the time she worms her way into Alyson’s chest. Inside struggle a stalemate-Hannigan offsetting Mishy’s strength and aggression with pushes and turns, placing tidy uppercuts while Williams slops away hamhanded. Williams warned for punching Alyson on her hips: Hannigan immediately back to Mishy’s trunks with a snug hook as the girls fall in together, answering every infraction tonight.

R4: Hannigan jabbing for position and initiative, then holding her own on the inside: wonderful stuff from a patient, disciplined veteran. Mishy really struggling to impose her will--face straining, mouth in Alyson’s shoulder as blonde strains to walk redhead back: Hannigan just sidestepping, pushing Mish behind her elbows, turning her and deflecting her to keep things off the ropes. Oh those little uppercuts: Alyson just making tapping contact, lifting Mishy’s head up out of the mutual crouch as the girls writhe and wriggle in one another’s arms. Mish hammering away downstairs, arms pumping as she leans her face forward: Alyson keeping elbows in, blocking, then placing right uppercuts to solar plexus, tucking hooks in behind elbow to answer fury with guile in the fourth.

R5: Mishy lumping up: Hannigan’s been busily working the face and eyes with her jab as Williams tromps forward--now she’s getting strong intercept right hands through as Mishy gets picked up hard on the approach. Williams stopped in her tracks, then shoved back inside: Hannigan scoring, then pushing Mish off--stocky blonde legs a little stumbly, buttocks wobbling in complaint as she backpedals. Alyson eyes narrowed, merciless--she’s starting to step around, pepper Mish at range with spearing jabs, or sneaky straight lead rights off the shoulder. Williams blinking, on her heels, just turning and eating: doesn’t seem to know what to do with her hands as she faces into pinpoint punishment. Accumulation of accurate, straight, knocking blows to the head has Mishy busting up, wobbly butt by the bell: Alyson already pulling away on the cards, starting to put hurt on the champ as well as in the fifth.

Williams/Hannigan conc. (Too much red-headed defiance for one post)

Posted by Simguy on 3/10/2006. 7:08 am.

R6: Mish rallies in first minute slugging--surging forward to hound Alyson into ropes: challenger able to fold champ into head-and-arm clinch, muscle her for a break--ref resets the action midring. Hannigan piercing the jab, punishing Michelle with it, scolding her: Williams getting banged up, stopping, crouching, making herself a target as snarling Hannigan puts straight punches together outside. Hannigan, weight on her left (front) as she rotates clockwise--dotting Mishy’s upper chest and face with workmanlike straight lead rights, steady pulsing jabs--just pinging away for points. Bell: Mishy frazzled, nose bleeding, left eye swelling--she’s eating a lot of leather which she’s taking well, but it’s looking like too much of a good things through 6.

R7: Mish rallies, rushing in on Alyson, reaching under redhead arms and pancaking-tackling her to ropes. Scrounge-and-pound along the apron--Alyson trying to tie up, riding one hand behind Mishy’s head if possible: Williams clawing at the ribs, jamming into tummy; head butting; elbowing; shouldering her way into Alyson. Hannigan going defensive--just clinching, covering up to block and roll--redhead unable to answer as blonde lays down a smothering blanket of punches, effectively grinding out points bell to bell.

R8: Alyson wants space: doles out spiteful jabs to slow Michelle’s charges midring. Hannigan’s right cross catching Williams on the way in: Aly able to push blonde off I the shoulders while Mishy’s shaking off the effects of good clean punching. Michelle able to force some mouth-on-shoulder action this round, but she’s not dominant: Alyson doing a nice job keeping her elbows in, staying compact, picking Mishy up uppercuts and tucking her sternum while turning andf guiding the blonde in the clinch. Hannigan’s demeanour never changes--concentration never breaks: redhead’s focus dousing blonde fury, bringing Mishy to heel as girls fight at Alyson’s pace for the most part. Bell: Hannigan hot-swats Mishy a late hook in the paunch, bunching the blonde up with a frown of complaint. Redhead coldheartedly bullying the bully tonight.

R9: RIGHT HAND MISH WILLIAMS! Hannigan hangs a jab--Mishy lights her up and redhead staggers into ropes with a wha’ happon? expression. Mishy pouncing, loading up looping overhand rights to the head, then burrowing in with her left shoulder and noggin--furious clanging assault mauls Alyson as she desperately slides to her right along the ropes. Hannigan hurt, but alert: she’s reading Mishy’s right hand well, ducking into itl covering up at her temples. Williams laying in with her chin out over Aly’s shoulder while whaling away underneath: pumping arm-action delivers leather to ribs, tummy, trunks and tits in haphazard bursts. Hannigan forfeiting the round--just managing the pressure, getting her hands up to cup around Mishy’s ears, pulling the blonde into clinches: veteran not too proud to hold her way out of a dangerous round, preventing Mishy’s closing run.

R10: First minute, Hannigan breaking up Mishy’s rushes with sterling jab/right hand combinations--blonde covering up earmuff as she stumbles forward: redhead easing back to hoist digging left uppercuts to solar plexus; right uppercuts to chin. Second minute, Mishy really getting banged up--she’s just trudging forward, getting picked apart, getting rocked uppercuts--Alyson really tearing it up while fading back, walking Michelle into grueling punishment. Midway through, Mishy crouching forward behind her mitts: Hannigan leans in, parks a hook (PAK!) snug behind the elbow; leans back into her right foot to tug a hook across Mishy’s forehead; dips right as Mishy reaches a half-hearted right and Aly JERKS the counter-right uppercut bingo on the chin. DOWN GOES MISHY! Williams picked up clean drops flabbergasted to all fours: she’s a startled, staring mess as Hannigan struts workmanlike to neutral corner to wait out the 8. ON COMES ALYSON! Alyson Hannigan squaring away at the ropes--she gets after Mish like Evander opening up on Tyson in the first fight: wide stance; strong clouting lefts and rights a-busting as groggy Mish droops, soaking up head punches, staggering from one foot to the other on the apron. Bell: Mishy staring, dazed--Alyson snarling, still pounding away short, lustful leather--ref reefs redhead off from behind as Williams finishes uo out on her feet. Comes back UD10 wide for the winner and NEW flyweight champion--ALYSON-FREAKIN’-HANNIGAN!

After: Mish ALL busted up, forlorn, disbelieving: she’s dismantled tonight by a calm, heartless veteran who takes her first ever FCBA championship from one if the sport’s most infamous bullies. Weighted down by belts, a glistening Alyson addresses the cameras. “Beating up Kristen Bell as no fluke,” Hannigan says. I’ve been working toward this for a long time and I’m here to stay. I just stood up to Mish tonight--nothing fancy. I tanned her trunks when I needed to smarten her up and I didn’t rely on the judges to keep her in line. I’d like to thank HISC for giving me the opportunity to strip their cash cow of the gold and anytime Michelle wants another beating, I’ll be there to hand it to her.”
What about the on-again-off-again rumours of a HISC contract offer? “They’ve been coy, but I’ll tell you this: I’m not opposed to HISC management. I’ve  got the belts and they’ll have to pay a premium to sign me, but if they want to bring me into the fold, I’m listening. They’ve got a lot of small-woman ego on that squad, but as long as my name’s at the top of the marquee, I have no problem with an arrangement in principal. The ball’s ion their court: either way, I’m sitting prettier than I have in years!”

Reposted by Archer 7/13/11.