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13 Dec 2008 (Flyweight Title) Ch Michelle Williams vs Natalie Portman

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UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

Posted by simguy on 12/13/2008, 9:18 am.

Before: "Honestly, I'm intrigued by Gnat," says grinnin' Mish in prefight, somehow conveying the silent 'g'. "I thought she was in over her head against Lohan...she puts Lohan on her back. I like that in a girl. Plus, I know if she tries to go at ME that way - I'll put Gnat on HER back! And I like that even better. She's the best girl out there: I'ma beat her buns and really set the tone for '09." Portman composed, rising well above Mishy's rhetoric. "Michelle's doing the right thing," Natalie concedes at podium. "I stopped Lindsay - I deserved a shot: at least Williams is a fighting champion, unlike some HISC belt-wearers. When she's on, Michelle's ferocious, but I've never backed down from her. I'll get after if she needs it - otherwise I'll just take what's there. In the end, I'm taking that title away from those girls - I can't recall a time when the Wolfpack was more unbearable, and it usually comes down to me to break their momentum." Mish in black/white tiger print twist-tie halter top and twist-tie bottoms; small black work out gloves; messy bed-hair blonde tousle. Natalie in navy blue bandeau with boy leg; small white work out gloves; freshly showered hair in damp battle braid.

During R1: Nat ranging in - weight on right (back) leg as she extends the left hand, pawing little circles in the air. Mish pounces-past, landing a fierce right hand clean on button, startling Portman. Nat stung, slugs on reflex: Mish squares up, facing into blows and slugging back - crazy flyweight hup-hup ensues! Girls snarling, thrusting straight, palm-down rights and lefts against one another's faces...NAT'S GETTING PASTED! Portman punched ragged - legs giving a shimmy - she steps away stunned, turning to her right with a boggled expression. Mish hops-to - straight-arm left swings from almost behind Nat - clouting her face, knocking her head back and PUTTING HER DOWN! Awkward sit-down - Natalie on her buns, blinking - she's quickly up as Mish scampers to neutral corner. Resume: Natalie crouching forward, dukes up...MISH POURS IN! Williams unleashing - sidearm lefts and rights batted furiously against Portman's ribcage/waist: NATALIE'S BUCKLING! Nat gasping, backing up while cringing torso-forward: she's gut-rocked! Mish happily in - palms on Nat's tanned shoulders as blonde crowds close, walks brunette to ropes, stuffs a short right hand deep to belly - sitting Nat in ropes. Mish spreads out, features a short jab to Natalie's breasts, then a short, drifting right to chin. Short, chopping left from Mish finds Portman's mouth: quick punch, Williams not even turning it over - connecting like she's holding a hammer upright in her fist. Short right scores - Natalie drowsy, facing into pasting with lips parted, eyelashes fluttering: she slaps a hook to Michelle's left shoulder, eats a left hook to chin in trade. Suddenly savage right uppercut, Mish - socks Nat's head back; booming left hook chaser - Michelle's right foot up off the canvas, skidding out to the side as she rips to chin. NATALIE GOES LIMP! Portman drooping, torso lolling forward - hands low/to the sides - face bleak, features slack. Mish giddy - big leering grin as she gets another right home, another left - clipping away to face as Portman's pitching forward. NATALIE'S DOWN! IT'S OVER! MISHY WINS THE PENNANT! MISHY WINS THE PENNANT! KO1 Michelle Williams.

After: Pandemonium. Williams mobbed by 'Pack, tackled to canvas and dog-piled with glee. Meanwhile - officials roll stupefied Nat to her back; gently tend to her. TORRID punching from Michelle - to the body, to the head - rip-roaring stuff simply blew the doors off poor Natalie tonight.

Pack standing around, hands on hips, being all brawny - they form a loose circle around Natalie and her caretakers, taking a keen interest as Portman's sat up/brought 'round. "We'll take it from here doc!" chirps a beaming Mish - officials quickly pushed aside so Williams can hug a whimpering Portman to her feet. Eliza pretending to play drums; Kristin blowing a pretend flute as Mish marches Nat to the TU corner, stuffing woozy brunette in butt-first. Joyous mount: Mishy's body all a-jiggle with conquest, her brazen tummy pushing Natalie's battered face aside. Williams crowing to ringsiders, pointing to members of media with right hand while winding left hand in Natalie's beaten braid. Poor Portman just sick about it - eyes closed, lips curling off her teeth as Michelle's aggressive hips and tummy bump-to. Nat finally breaking down as Mish puts hands in her blonde tousle, turns head to the side, eyes closed, lips pursed - slow bump-and-grind hips up there about as bad a corner-mounting as any girl's ever gotten. Kris, Claire and Eliza all get their turns as well, treating the number one contender like a third class tomato can. HISC tyranny at its worst - 110 pound class groaning under the weight of perhaps the most oppressive Wolf Pack ever in '08.