Posted by Simguy on 8/7/2006, 12:46 pm.

Before: Mack champing at the bit--restrained by security at points as Lacey's taunting looks and lascivious sneers prove too much for blonde composure. "I can't wait to undress this tramp," seeths an emotional Allison in prefight. "She went beyond humiliation in our first fight and she's going to pay for it--WITH INTEREST! If Lacey Chabert finishes this fight--I'll eat my bikini. There's no way this girl deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as me." Chabert all curvy smugness--her website running free download vid of helpless KO'd Allison being smothered out in postfight of the last contest--Lacey anxious to get back on and do some business with Mack. "I just see more of the same in this fight," predicts a confident Chabert. "Allison doesn't measure up as a woman, or as a fighter, and I'll expose that all over again. My fans demand knockouts and I aim to please: when Ali wakes up, it's going to absolutely break her heart what happened to her!" Mack in lilac, sport bikini (full coverage bottoms so she can run, jump and play), small black mitts. Lacey in pink ruffled string bikini, small white mitts.

During R1: HAMMER AND TONGS! Lacey trades buffetting rights and lefts at the get-go--both girls shocked back into their heels, shaking it off, then getting right back in there. Chabert gritting her teeth, rolling her shoulders and treating Allison's underrated rack to a wonderful drubbing, backing Mack up a few startled paces. Allison returning fire, stamping all jiggly-butt to stand her ground and thrust back into Chabert's bulging melons with a strict, rigid pulse of crisscross lefts and rights. Lacey backing up--distraught--but clobbering Allison a panicky right upside the head to stagger the blonde to her left. Mack stung, but recovering smart--jamming away stubby jabs to fend Lacey off as blonde regains her balance. Back and forth, back and forth, but by the final minute--Allison's heavy hands, compact punching and higher volume puts Lacey's butt in the ropes. Chabert suffering, lips curled back from her teeth: she's alternately covering up earmuff, or trying to wallop Allison hail-mary looping lefts and rights. Mack much more methodical, staying on top of Chabert with bumping forehead and shoulders, arms crossed at the body as she butts and pushes into her foe. Allison snapping off vicious pounches--hooks and right hands caroming off Lacey's skull and bronzed shoulders--then Mack reorganzing behind her guard, pushing up and smothering the receipts. Mack diligent to the body--getting up underneath with furious repeat right hands, teeth bared as she lugs one, two, three, four hoisted shots to trembling Chabert gut-muscle. mark diligent to the breasts--humbling those hated jugs with rough side-to-side smudging action in close. Bell: Lacey's cheeks tearstained, mouth open,
body trembling--she's beaten SOUNDLY in the first as mack stomps angry-butt back to her corner.

R2: Lacey combative in the first minute--pounding Allison's breasts with short, jerking right/left uppercuts, backing the blonde up--but Mack responding with vigour, jabbing stubby to regroup, then bashing away rights to the head--left/rights thick to the waist. By the middle minute--Chabert's wincing, shying away--the punching's too vicious and intense for her. Mack snarling, eyes glaring as she walks Lacey down--blonde with a nice stubby little jab setting up hard criss-cross rights and lefts to bang Lacey to ropes. final minute a withering assault at the apron--poor Lacey sliding to her right, under siege as mack steps with, stays in contact with a pulsing jab and rakes away vicious rights and lefts--Alli with dukes under her chin, slugging out of the bob-and-weave--very disciplined high-octane pressure as Mack doesn't let emotion cause her to forget her fundamentals. Lacey battered--she's grimacing--still pushing out don't-hurt-me punches, but basically covering up an sitting in the ropes as Mack's leather sheets down. Pair of thick right hands in above the left hip at the bell drives Lacey sideways into a corner, causing her to spit out her mouthpiece in agony, clutch at her back and whine to the ref for help.

R3: Lacey surprisingly comative early--only knows how to fight coming forward and she's giving Allison trouble in the open minute of each round. Mack forced to give ground under a ROBUST jug mugging--Lacey determined to pound away at Mack's rack tonight. Allison firming before her back hits ropes, answering back a thumping, batting hook in Lacey's waistline to buckle Chabert's knees, then it's over to offence--blonde backing curly-headed brunette up with thick, trudging side-to-side jug work in kind, Lacey's breasts getting much the worst of it--Allison just wading forward, muscular arms tucked in tight--she's just twisting side to side, cudgelling those puppies abrupt, short lefts and rights as Chabert;s backpedalling in disarray. ropes: Mack pushing her head in between Lacey's mitts to grind Chabert's face to the side--Mack bumping and jostling with her shoulders, then romping to tender brunette tummy meat, both dukes pumping. It's getting more and more one-sided as soon as Chabert gets pushed to ropes. Lacey sobbing out loud as he tummy is bumped harder and harder--she's just pushing at Alli now, trying to get off, but blonde won't have it. Mack bashing at Chabert's arms, pulverizing the biceps, reducing the defences, then helping herself to jug or belly with chugging, pumping short-punches, Lacey's head begins to bobble limp and loose as Mack's relentless fists bash at the meat. Ringsiders screaming for fight to be stopped as Mack's punching with hot gusto to the body--right foot skidding up off the canvas as Allisonm BURIES the right hand up underneath, over and over, while poor Lacey bends forward to receive. Vicious hooks off the front foot--Mack straightening up into hip, flank and bicep. And OH, those helpless hooters. Chabert can't stop Allison from getting in there--blonde just reaching in under brunette arkms to stack her upright, then going to town--Allison grinding her nose and lips into Lacey's damp face as the swising abuse is sloshed side to side against tender jug. It's all too much--Lacey's just getting stacked up and trampled--ref FINALLY pulls Allison off and embraces shattered Chabert to safety. Bludgeoning TKO3 Allison Mack.

After: Revenge is sweet--Mack stomping the ring in the aftermath, pounding her chest and climbing the corner ropes: thumping beatdown goes a long way to exorcising the nightmare of Lacey's breasts last time out. "I knew, I KNEW, that Lacey Chabert couldn't stand toe-to-toe with me," Allison gushes in postfight, fingers spread wide as she gestures vividly with both hands for emphasis. "What happened last time was just one of those things--one of those freak flukes that happens to every fighter and I was DETERMINED to answer that result. It's a huge weight off my mind--I feel I'm back on track now. Chabert's been brought to heel--I can refocus in on subjugating Dani Fishel and taking my first chamionship!"

Reposted by Archer 6/1/10.