Hot outta London: Michelle Williams vs Sienna Miller

Posted by simguy on 7/7/2006, 7:29 am

Before: (Piped in live from UK). Mishy in all the British tabloids - misbehaving in restaurants and shoppes, getting kicked out of discos - all part of her whirlwind tour of the British Isles. Resistance firming to meet the Williams' threat - wiry Sienna Miller scrappy enough, but does she have the strength to meet Mish head-on? "I definitely feel I've the clout," says a plucky Ms. Miller in BLONDE UK! "And I'm the fitter girl. Once Michelle expends her biggest bombs early, all that late night carousing will catch up to her. I rather think I shall be enjoying Mish in the latter rounds, and a welcome sight that will be, after Keira let us all down so horribly!" Mish in leopard print push up bra, snug red low-ride, boy cut trunks. Sienna in black lace push up, leopard print bikini bottoms, short blonde tousle. Small workout gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Sienna beats Mish to right hands early, ducking in and down to clout Williams upside the head as Mishy waves over top. Back the other way - Sienna writhing to her right, hauls a clapping left onto Mishy's jaw: Williams frowning, on her heels, shook. Miller aggressively forward, bending down to pull a clubbing overhand right against Mishy's face, then muscling a rising left square to crimson trunks, bunching Williams up with a groan, sending her butt-first to ropes. SIENNA WANTS JUGG! Miller tearing up the Williams rack with a glorious herk-a-jerk of lefts and rights - really bunching up American beef - poor Mishy momentarily ragdoll, sagging in the strands, taking it in buckets as crowd roars to it's collective feet. Mish desperately clinching, pulling Sienna's head down with the left and fitting rising rights to her mouth - Miller awkardly punching at Mishy's belly and trunks as she slugs back blind. Brawl staggers off the ropes as Mishy comes forward, wading into Miller with rights and lefts from the hips - Sienna now taking lusty clout across her jawlines, swinging back off her heels: MILLER'S back hits ropes; Mishy digs into trunks right/left/right to drape Sienna gasping forward, arms dangling down Mishy's back. Williams shoving and bodying, stacking suddenly slumping Miller upright and OH, THE PASTING! Mishy helping herself, clobbering Sienna brutal lefts and rights, then pushing into her chest to keep her upright. Miller drowsy, riding one arm or the other loose across Mishy's upperback after taking wallop - British vixen reacting groggily to punishment as American fists romp head and body. Down the stretch, Miller's legs locked - head torquing with sudden violence as Mishy slams away - Sienna's out on her feet! Mishy to the wire, slugging, pushing, slugging, pushing and THE REF STEPS IN! Good Lord - KO1 Michelle Williams!

After: Riots in the stands occupy security - British celebs in the audience restrained, preventing from charging the ring: Mishy given a free hand to work her magic on stunned/helpless Sienna. Miller's eyelashes fluttering, mouth open in KO'd stupor as she stands swaying at the ropes; Mish scoot-steps to her left, tucks a brutal right hand to the pit of Sienna's belly, cuddling the British blonde up as she pitches forward breathless. Small gloves still on - no impediment to what Mishy has in mind: she snakes the left arm behind Sienna's neck, left hand cupping Mishy's right bicep; right hand cupping atop Sienna's scalp, snuggling Miller's face in tight to plump American hooter. Big, beaming smile Mish as she jerks Sienna side to side to cinch up - poor Miller palming at Williams' hips, pushing at her belly, or riding one arm or t'other around Mishy's waist. Williams just riding it, riding it, biting her lower lip as she bends with Sienna's exhausted wriggles, keeping a firm lock in place. Finally, Sienna allowed to swoon to all fours, parallel to ropes: cheeks, nose, chin and forehead shiny with reflected light in the sweat.

As Sienna mindlessly crawls along the apron, dimly trying to rally - Mishy stalks patiently, wiping her brow with her right arm, putting hands on hips as she grins down. Finally, Mish kneels at Sienna's flank, reaching 'round British ribcage, then lying back to pull a blubbering Miller onto Williams' chest. Mishy just smiling, tucking her chin in to look down at her prey: Miller struggling woozily, pushing against the canvas with both palms. Williams snakes her legs up loose around Sienna's slender hips, locking the ankles to hold British victim in place - then it's the luxurious task of working Miller gradually back into place for more jug. Poor Sienna! Snivelling, pushing, crying as she tries to deny Michelle satisfaction, but it's all for naught. Eventually, Williams secures the reverse sleeper yet again, snuggling Sienna up tight, grinning up into the lights as her brawny little arms and legs hold the British girl captive. Sienna's gloved hands push at canvas, even punch weakly at Mishy's ribs, or reach up to paw at her face. Eventually, Miller's protests cease - she just lies heavily atop Michelle, shining and golden in the harsh overhead light, getting all used up by an insatiable American.