Posted by Simguy on 1/11/2008, 10:07 pm.

Before: They stand in tank tops, chest to chest - Lohan smirking down at Mish until Williams finally pushes Lindsay in the face and the brawl erupts: why do they even bother trying to run a press conference for these things? "Michelle drives me insane," Lindsay complains. "All she’s got is the tiara, and I'm taking that away from here. I've decided it’s time for Mish to fade away, you know? She sucks - she’s sucked for a long time and just keeps on sucking. I'm pasting her out and treating her shabby - end of story." Williams equally appalled by Lohan - angrily refusing to answer any Heath Ledger oriented questions. "I've got my own reasons for wanting to beat the freckles off this punk," Michelle seethes at the mic. "Lindsay's in over her head. I'm adding her to my collection of busty chicks who can't fight a lick. Sometimes JMD is work, sometimes it's pleasure: Lindsay's definitely the latter. Can't wait, guys - can't wait!" Lindsay in royal flush fighting bikini, long blonde hair tied in back in a pretty crown braid; white gloves. Mish in zebra-print bikini - halter style top twist-tied; black gloves. At intrux to touch'em up - both girls sock the other a right hand smoker to jug - ref immediately separating screeching wildcats as both girls act like the injured party.

R1: Girls hop-to - right hands back, left hands forward for pawing/measuring. Trade in right hands - big, sloppy roundhouses thrown lustily into one another's flank or hip - real crowd pleasing bump-up as the girls beat each other with a series of swinging rights to the body. Dissolves into pushing/punching mayhem as girls stumble about, taking turns coming forward - jugs coming under heavy fire as they square away toe-to-toe. Lohan landing several nice right hands to Michelle’s rack and face, punching the shoulder the shorter blonde off balance and getting the better of wild exchanges in a free-for-all first.

R2: Blazing eyes, bared teeth; girls quickly abandoning themselves to free-swinging JMD melees. After a minute of crazy bumper-car slugging - Lohan's able to jam several hard rights to Michelle’s face, driving her ropeside: Lindsay's bodying up hard, pushing her left elbow into Mishy's face to set her up for a busting right forearm to jug. Lohan romp from that point on - she’s just piling onto Mish, stacking her at ropes, then chugging away with arms a-pumping downstairs. Mish sitting in ropes, takes a robust beating to her tummy and lap, plus a vigorous clobbering of her Oscar-nominated jugs. Williams blurting in pain down the stretch, really getting walloped: Lohan grinning maniacally, pouring it on without mercy well past the bell.

R3: Mish finally able to come forward - punching, pushing, wrestling Lohan to ropes. Linds taking an awful buffeting about her head and shoulders - she’s woozy, slouching against the ropes already shaken when Mishy pumps a pair of right hands to trunks. Lohan sobbing out, sitting in ropes: Mishy immediately rides her left arm across Lohan's upper back, slumping Lilo forward into pumping right hands. Mish snuggling in tight - cramming in rights to jugs and tummy, then bodying-on to smother Lohan's escape attempts. Great riding of Lohan and control exhibited by Mish - she's able to hold and hit to bell, really ringing up Lindsay’s rack. Lohan complaining bitterly to ref at the break, stamping her foot, shrieking up at the man in picturesque fashion.

R4: Crazy trade in rights and lefts goes Lohan's way: Mishy struck hard in face, turns to her right, covering up. Lindsay seething fronting on Michelle's left shoulder: Lohan swings a rising left from the oblique angle, taking Michelle awkwardly on her chin, punching the champ's head back. Michelle stunned, stumbling to her right - Lohan steps-with and CLOBBERS Mish another rising left to face: Williams legs stiffen - she falls to her back with her legs outstretched, badly hurt. LOHAN POUNCES DOWN! Linds straddling Mish, sitting in her lap, leaning forward and POUNDING that rack - great plunging right hands just a-pasting poor Mishy. Williams spasming on contact, gurgling pathetically - Lohan hammering away, then standing up off her foe, hands raised high as she stomps away bellowing, REF STARTS THE COUNT! Mish on her back, knees up - she's trying to shake it all off, but she can’t rise - KO4 Lindsay Lohan.

After: Lohan high fiving stablemates - eyes dancing as she frequently glances over to see Mishy's distress, Williams slowly moved to stool and tended to: soon after interviews, Lohan's strutting in all grins.

Mish helped to her feet by her hair, stacked into the HISC corner: Lohan propping her left foot in the bottom ropes, lounging around chest to chest with Mish, but ignoring her, chatting with ringsiders, acknowledging fans and such. Williams standing, arms at her sides - staring straight ahead - eyes welling up as she tightens her lips. Lindsay laughing it up, drawing this out - finally, casually draping her left arm around Michelle's head to walk her out of the corner for more chatting along the perimeter. Lohan in no hurry: she sort of carts Michelle around while making the rounds.

Eventually, Lindsay walks Mish to midring, folds her face to breast… then pulls her head back by blonde curls - grinning at the crowd's reaction. Williams shaking at the stay of execution, blurts "COME ON!" Lohan's smile disappears as she glares tuff-girl at Mish: "What the hell did you just say?" When there’s no answer from rigid Mish - Lohan pulls her roughly in: face hits breast with an audible slap. Linds snarling, left arm constricting in behind Mishy's head, clutching Lohan's slender right bicep; Lindsay's right hand taking a fistful of damp blonde curls. They stamp about as Lohan reefs and clinches - Mishy with her hands lightly at Lindsay's hips. After a good long smother, Mishy's legs start to give, and Lohan releases, allowing Williams to wander blinking and sleepy to ropes.

Linds playing to the crowd, taking her time walking Michelle down from behind - then she reaches to pull the hair at the back of Michelle's head, yanking the blonde back and around for more jug. Lohan biting her lower lip with concentration as she feels Michelle's face into position - cinching and adjusting with her arms. Again, Williams' legs eventually go: Lohan releases, allowing Michelle to sink down to her right knee. Mishy swaying - eyelashes fluttering. On instinct, Mish lifts her left hand, pushing Lohan’s flat gut to keep her away. Linds just standing there, leaning into the hand as though it’s actually keeping her off. Grinning, Linds takes casual grip of Mishy's disheveled hair, pulling her slowly up, neatly folding her back into the reverse sleeper. Lohan walks Michelle to ropes, using them to help support Williams' weight as more jug is applied to the problem of Michelle's face.

On and on and on like that - Lohan expertly gauging the black-out point and releasing just before Williams succumbs. Williams a sight - bleak, blank eyes half closed; hair matting against damp face, lips parted. Lindsay carefree, chatty with press and ringsiders as she’s got one hand in a kneeling Mishy's hair: Lohan totally unhurried, letting Mish recover before clamping down again. Williams blubbering, wandering away when she can, only to be slowly stalked and embraced. At one point, disoriented Mish tries to crawl through the ropes: Lohan reaches her right hand to take hold of her foe's bottoms and yanking at the rear of the waistband until Williams is pulled back into the ring. Mish breaks down ino sobs when it’s clear that she won't be escaping, stumbling backard with the trunk tugging.

Finally, Mish sits with legs outstretched, her back against corner turnbuckles - Lohan up on her knees, hands on the ropes either side of Mish. Poor Williams has her hands up, pushing flat at Lindsay's full breasts and flat tummy. Williams' face all moist and pasty from the intoxicating cocktail of tears and sweat. Lohan grins as she pushes in just a bit against the hands. Mishy blubs "Stop! Lindsay… stop. Stop."

Lohan kisses Michelle's forehead a frisky peck, sits back on her haunches, flipping hair off her shoulders and smiling. Michelle distraught, hands dropping to her lap, lips pursed in groggy whimpering: she relaxes, thinking it's over. Suddenly, Lohan's up on her knees and pushing in, resecuring the smother as Mishy's cry of protest is cut off by flesh. Williams hugs hips, then pushes against them, the hugs light around the thighs, her right hand gripping her left wrist at Lohan's toned buttocks. Lohan pours the jug at Mish now - putting the finish touch on. When she sits back on her haunches this time, Williams' torso slides to the left, propping in the ropes as she’s deep in jug-shocked slumber.