BEFORE: "I know I'm supposed to be intimidated by all her fights," Kris Stewart says in prefight, "but I'm just not. To me - she's a shopworn old hag who's clearly fighting beyond her prime. She's used up, I mean - I would NEVER allow another woman to put jugs to me - never. I've got too much pride for that. The fact that Mish let it happen tells me that her will to compete is greatly diminished. So all those fights she's had basically mean I'm gonna claim me a 100 fight ace in like my first tussle!" Mish rolling her eyes: she's giving up some size to the broad-shouldered youngster, but Williams is eager to do so. "Let her come in big," Mish shrugs, "makes things interesting. I'm coming in tidy - ship-shape so to speak: nothing extra. As for my fighting-will, Krissy's got a lesson coming her way and oh-my-God, it's gonna be a doozy. The fact of the matter is - this kid's another Dunst or Ryder: perfect fist-food for HISC-chicks!" Mish in zebra print bikini with twist-tie top and bottoms; small white puncher's mitts; curly blonde tousle. Kris in green lace push up bra top; orange bikini bottoms; small black punching mitts; wavy brown hair loose.

During R1: Mish grinnin', frisky: she head-feints in, steps out, circles round. Minute in, Mishy fades back as Krissy comes brawling forward: little blonde stands in the pocket; pokes the straight right range-finder to Kristen's face; turns the hook over palm-down and STEWART'S DOWN! Left knee buckles, spilling Krissy to all fours: she's a bewildered beauty, blinking in astonishment as Mish struts past, hands held high. Queasy 8, Kris Stew: Mishy doesn't rush her - instead electing to coax brunette back to midring. Stewart pushing out punches...blonde girl fading, walking bigger girl in: BANG-BANG right/left scores to chin again, knocking Krissy's knees together. Stewart heartbroken, backpedalling wonky to ropes, spilling along 'em to her right: Mishy grinnin' big, walking her girl down. Final moments all Mishy mop-up: blonde edging in close, deploying brisk hup-hup left/rights to offending midsection - roaming up-torso to cash in jugs at the bell.

R2: Krissy flinging out the jab - not landing flush, but problematizing things for Michelle. Slugging at midring - Krissy able to kiss Mishy swinging rights and wide lefts to chin/temple: blonde buffetted off her stance, coming up short on receipts. Mish scowling - showing hands-at-eyebrows as she stoops forward: blonde bobbing on the spot, getting under brunette punches, answering crisp to ribcage to back Kristen off late.

R3: Mishy feints, fades back: Krissy storms forward, eats the pokey little range-finding right, then the biting palm-down hook to chin. Stewart stepping in fence post holes as Mishy tarts her up: crisp, banging, blonde punches accurate and tart early. Stewart covers up, rallies: she's hurt, but taking Mishy's thunder, answering back rangy rights to ribs; wide lefts up top. Mishy stepping out, using more footwork than usual: blonde showing respect for size/youth through 3.

R4: Mishy penetrating off a stiff, stubby jab, then punishing Krissy's ribcage ringing right/lefts. Stewart grunting, but answering: she's finding Michelle via rising right hands to ribs, matched with an awkward, overhand swinging too loose to call a true hook. Midway through, Michelle caught once, twice via right uppercuts to chin: backpedalling blonde rocked a third right hard across her face as Kris steps in. Krissy testing Mishy's chin, finding it stout...Mish smote, staggering, but regrouping: she lures Kris in, bobs her shots, answers vicious, bouncing right/lefts to ribcage to leave young brunette breathless at bell.

R5: Kris very aggressive early, responding to chants of "BEL-LA! BEL-LA!" Mish giving ground, fighting smart: midway through she finds Krissy's chin with that bang-bang lead straight right/ swift left hook combo. Stewart rocked, stumbling away in dismay: she's hurt, but hitting ropes, covering up, digging in. Mishy wades in, bouncing small mitts loud off sullen brunette flanks - beating Kris in behind her elbows with both hands. This is just good steady Mish - blonde girl being thorough - batting away harsh, lips pursed, eyes frowning as she hammers butt-in-ropes brunette. Bell: Mishy snarling, digs left uppercuts to rack until ref pulls her off from behind; Stewart rubbing at her breast, pouting in outrage.

R6: Mish circling to her right, hands at her sides as she walks briskly, scowling over left shoulder at Kris. Stewart tentative - inching forward, dukes in peek-a-boo. Mishy curling in to deliver stubby lead rights, opportunistic hooks that bounce off body or chip away to chin/ear. Krissy buffetted - she's durable, but she's right THERE for Mishy - standing at perfect distance, waiting for blonde to get off.

R7: Mishy raking Kris hooks and crosses as brunette leans in behind peek-a-boo: Stewart absorbs, then answers, fitting Mish for right uppercut to chin, then wide right roundhouse to chops. Mishy smote, forced to her right: she's scowling, blonde curls dangling in her eyes as Stewart advances. Bitter toe-to-toe sees Krissy more than hold her own: Mishy forced to step out and circle to regroup. Williams eyes-narrowed, lips tight: Krissy's baffling her through 7.

R8: Krissy slugging wide n' wild - frequently tossing herself off balance: Michelle's better stance, compact delivery slowly gets the better of trade. Mish pitchin' stubby - bouncing her fists off Kris: blonde not crowding like she often does - getting off with a little room. Result is very crisp, ringing connects - Krissy busting up from all the face-punches, and her rack is throbbing from Mishy's punishment. Bell: Stewart mouthbreathing, disheveled...Mishy sends her back to her corner with a jaunty clap on the rear, showing Stewart who's boss.

R9: Mishy really bangin' that body - taking advantage of Kristen's high peek-a-boo guard with elbows out. Williams carving into ribcage - turning over rights and lefts with vicious, palm-down gusto. Poor Krissy gasping, giving ground in a random wandering path, going where Mishy beats her. Williams fearless here - pressing her face into Krissy's guard the better to rip at her ribs/tummy. Occasionally, Stewart's jugs go on sale and Mishy's all in up in there hup-hup-hup. Bell: Kris sobbing for breath, blinking away tears; Michelle beaming, obviously loving the sight.

R10: Sustained, vicious, concentrated body attack, Mish on Kris: Stewart groaning, paralyzed on the spot - stooping forward behind her mitts as Mishy's rips in rights and lefts to waist. Gorgeous, shredding stuff - Mishy all in there tight, turning torso-on-hips to stroke in the licks...it's all too much. Minute in, poor Krissy panting in gutshot agony lowers herself gingerly to all fours: she's crying; Mishy's prancing, glowing. Creaky 8, Kris Stewart - she's all ramshackle-swaying at ropes and HERE COMES MISHY! Williams pinning her ears back, enjoying Kris to the body, waling at her rich, robust rights and lefts and DOWN GOES MISHY! Kris slugging from her pockets...desperation right hand catches Mish to chin as she's delivering righty to body - blonde girl shunted to all fours as crowd screams in shock. Mishy up dazed, blinking: she's fights off the KO, swaying on the spot and dimly telling ref she's good to go. ON COMES KRISSY! Stewart wading in, baring her fangs - SHE'S CLOBBERING AWAY ON MICHELLE! Williams eating wild haymakers...smote into ropes...Krissy pitchin', hauling punches around that start well behind her buttocks. KRISTEN STEWART GOES DOWN! Gasp of horror from the TwiHards...Krissy eats a short hook to chin, stumbles to all fours - then takes an accidental knee to the pate as Mishy's stumbling past. Stewart takes her 8, weaving on the apron, licking lips as she awaits Michelle's pleasure. Williams hurt, but resolute: she jabs Krissy's mouth; hooks her liver; hooks her ear; digs up under left breast via right uppercut; chops chin righty 'round the guard. Kristen stunned, shuddering, sitting butt in ropes: Mishy pouring it on best she can, despite badly rubberized legs. Bell: Mishy's banking insurance - face all groggy as she dimly plows stubby right hands into plump brunette rack. Comes back UD10 Michelle Williams.

AFter: Kristen battered, really swelling up badly on her stool and MISHY WANTS MORE! Mish flanked by Kreuk, Dushku and Danes: blonde pulls brunette up off stool by her biceps, giving her a good shake. Left hand still gripping Krissy's right bicep - Mish clips Kris an open-hand right slap to face, tossing Stewart's head aside, sending damp brown tangles across the eyes. A second slap dazes Krissy, parting her lips in swoon: Mishy immediately bundling the stricken girl into a succulent reverse-sleeper grip. Michelle's left arm snakes in behind Krissy's head; blonde left hand cups right bicep; Mishy's right hand twines in Kristen's brown locks, holding Stewart's face snug to jug. Eliza and Claire looming nearby - clapping, grinning, slapping Mish on the back: Kreuk strutting around hands in the air, basking in the boos.

Poor Kristen! Stewart palming cuddly blonde hips, trying to push her way out: no go. Balling fists, Kris starts going to Mishy's gut...tired, pumping rights and lefts - the elbows up and back as Kris loads, then throws. Mish grunting tight-lipped, but standing in strong: Krissy just doesn't have enough to slug her way out. Legs give way eventually...Stewart sliding down Michelle's thighs as blonde releases with a flourish. Stewart on her haunches, palms flat on canvas; damp face all shiny and stunned as she sits in helpless jug-shock. Mish shouting down: "WHERE'S YOUR PRIDE KRIS? HUH?" Pack circling, lingering nearby, high fiving and celebrating: nasty welcome-to-the-FCBA beatdown for one of the biggest-name ingenues going. In days to follow - Michelle tells BLONDE! Magazine: "We're the last dynasty left in the FCBA - the only super-power. Our bodies were tired from holding down an entire division for YEARS: we stepped away to refresh, now we're back to take what's ours. Kristen Stewart's just a taste; we haven't even BEGUN to clean house!"

Posted by simguy on 5/11/2010, 6:45 pm