Posted by Simguy on 10/17/2003, 6:25 am.

Before: Mish surly, curt with the press—Portman loss has her in a deep funk and Kreuk “must pay”. Kris upbeat—she’s an analytical little fighter who can box or get busy and she likes what she sees coming into this fight. “Mish is SO distracted—she got undressed by Natalie and it’s really effecting her. I won’t be pussy-footing around Mish when we hook up—now’s the time to go right at her. If I hit her hard, all those doubts are going to bubble up and I’ll roll right over her!” Mish in black push up and panties, white lace trim. Kris in red tight crop top, sleeves to the elbow, scoop front, snug navy sprinter’s trunks, punching ponytail.

During R1: Kris mixing it up—slugging with Mish, then melting away, using defense to set up offense, Williams stepping-to and chucking bombs—Kreuk slipping under, answering snick-snack on the body, then fading away to the side, Kreuk pestering mish the jab, shooting it off the hip while rotating to the left, but Kris is basically looking to come in off Mish miscues and welt her ribs and waist. Kreuk taunting Mishy with a big smile at the bell—Williams already hot and bothered.

R2: Kreuk picking her spots, standing right in front of Mish and throwing down with her. Williams gritting her teeth and punching hard, but she’s missing over the top, catching thick on her paunch, and unbelievably, backing up, Kris not a big hitter, but putting punches together, shoeshining Mish’s face, digging to her gut off Mish misses and by the final minute—Williams; butt is in the ropes. Kris finish up PIK! PAK! PEK!, lefts and rights busy to Michelle’s stubborn gut as blonde stoops forward behind her guard.

R3: Mish jabbing for the first time, then swinging wide rights to the body, hooking the ribs to clean up—she’ connecting hard for the first time, Kreuk mincing away, getting cute at the ropes to spin around Mish and open up the canvas. Kris on the run—round to Mish.

R4: Kris retreating, but fighting brilliant little engagements—she’s letting Mish come to her, beating blonde to flurries, then melting away as Williams gets frustrated, Kris grinning—it’s a red flag to Mish who responds with wide, swinging haymakers—Kreuk

going underneath and tearing up the gut with nice fluid combos. Snick. Snack. Snick.

R5: Kreuk circling behind her jab, just bouncing the punch off Mish’s skull, goading the blonde on. Williams always forward, but not effective: Kris waiting, then getting off with slinging rights and lefts, slashing and batting Mish around the head an shoulders, then sliding out to either side while Williams covers up, midway through, Kris bats away, steps to the right and NAILS Mish a drifting right cross! Mouthpiece clouted off Mish’s teeth—former champ put wobbly butt—little Kris wades in with slender armed lefts and right sot back Mish up to the ropes! Kreuk loving it as Mish covers up sullen—brunette hunkering down, digging to gut with both hands at the bell.

R6: Kreuk taking Mish apart—embarassing. Williams forward, dukes up, waiting her turn—Kreuk slashing and slicing away with brazen lefts and rights, then stepping lightly to fresh ground. Kreuk pumping jabs between Michelle’s mitts, doubling and tripling, then landing a spanking right hand to the body, skipping away with a smile—Williams doing nothing in return. Mish stung as she blunders into a lusty right hand behind the ar—Kreuk skipping to the side as Mish staggers forward, hitting her knees face first in the corner, Kristin’s laughter burning blonde ears.

R7: Kreuk showing NO respect! She’s stepping to Mish, fighting her toe to toe, punching with her and BACKING HER UP! Williams crossing her arms, looking confused, getting pasted—Kristin’s taking whatever she wants! Bullying Mish at the ropes, Kris throws wanton lets and rights to the gut, pushes up to rest, then slings away wide lefts and rights on the ears. Mish busting up, sagging hurt in the strands—she’s shipping shellack and breaking down as Kris runs away and hides on all cards.

R8: Kris! Kreuk beating Mish to punches—digging a hungry hook into Michelle’s belly, drifting her mouth the right hand. Williams punching off her heels, always late—she’s pushing leather, missing, Kreuk’s coming forward, getting her tired little body behind relentless leather. Mish finishing up spent ion the ropes, covering up, presenting her left side as she covers up and cowers. Kreuk pins her ears back, chin out, hands low, body furiously twisting into lefts and rights as little fists thump off blonde belly, back and rump.

R9: Midring: Mish covering up, trying to crowd—Kris belting body with brazen attitude—hands down, torso twisting this way and that as she lathers it up. Williams groaning, giving ground, suddenly trades lefts in the gut, turns on a jolting right and KRIS GOES DOWN! Kreuk’s right sails as she east a Mishy right flush—brunette corkscrewing to her haunches then sprawling prettily on her back. It’s SO over! Kreuk at peace, totally switched off—Mish fuming, glaring down and strutting as though she might like to body splash Kris an get after her unconscious frame with the ref looking on.

After: Kris falling in love with brawling—brunette lather owned the blonde much of the night, but Mish the heavier hitter just needed one shit and got it late. Williams’ face swollen—she’s angry, knows only Kristin’s greed cost the brunette this fight and Mish hears it from Syren in a heated postfight corner session.

Reposted by Archer 12/26/09.