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8 Aug 2008 Lacey Chabert vs Michelle Williams

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JMD TITLE BOUT

 

Posted by simguy on 8/8/2008

 

Before: "I've surpassed Mish," Lacey says in prefight, right index finger casually winding itself in her hair. "I'm tougher, more violent, yet more precise - and the best part is: Michelle knows it. She's still pretty confident against other girls, but you don't see that swagger when she's heading into a ring with Lacey Chabert. Girl's got fearful eyes: that's a pretty look on her!" Williams goggle-eyed at Lacey's assessment, blonde sputtering in rebuttal. "Chabert's...I don't know, she's...she's out of her mind. If I wasn't scared of Dani Fishel, why would I be scared of cheap bra-beef like Lacey? And the notion that she's passed me by? Beating Kris Bell and sitting on the JMD title doesn't make you a Mish Williams calibre fighter. Mostly it makes you a nice light snack!" Lacey in white push up and panties from infamous magazine shoot; white gloves; long dark hair. Williams sporting zebra print bikini with twist-tie top and bottoms (bit of a mix up as Claire Danes was overseeing logistics for this trip, SOMEHOW misplaced Mishy's all-black push up and panties. Zebra print pressed into service at the last minute.) black gloves.

 

During R1: Mish punching her way into Lacey's rack via straight, crisp rights and lefts: Chabert forced back as Williams scoots-to in her stance. Lacey's early answers miss over the top: good head movement, compact stance for Mish as challenger weaves under, then gets back to stampin'. Lacey's bra under sustained pressure - she backs up the entire first minute, turning at the ropes, trying to get organized. Middle minute - Michelle straight-punches her way in, then crowds close to tuck right hands into Lacey's tummy - Williams' left arm wrapped around Chabert's shoulders, stabilizing the champ. Lacey grunting, grimacing - reaches under Mishy's arms, clinching and walking blonde around for ref's breaks. Spirited slugging midring as girls crouch close, get off crisp n' tart. Lacey bounces a distracting right off Michelle's paunch, then doubles the right into a clipping uppercut: Mishy's back (right) leg gives way and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Williams stunned, on bended knee: Lacey smites her an extra right hand across the temple for luck at the bell. Warning for Lacey en route to her stool - ref not about to tolerate blatant JMD fouls tonight.

 

R2: Lacey crouching close, beating stout rights and lefts off Mishy's waist at the open: Williams stooping forward behind her mitts, momentarily rocked. Chabert hooking Michelle's right shoulder while sidestepping-left: Lacey light on her feet, bra bouncing about as she steps to her spots and gets off. Lacey bright-eyed, flashing teeth as she snarls into her punches: she's getting off muscular here, pounding away at Michelle's guard hooks and crosses. Williams weaving low, trying to get underneath and respond: Lacey's left uppercut really picking Mishy up and leaving her flustered. Latter half the round, Lacey begins banging bra in earnest - lips tight as she jams away short lefts and rights straight up the middle. Williams buffeted backwards, ashen-faced as her back hits ropes. Lacey able to clean up splendid on rack at bell, really standing up into her shots, shrugging away all hup-hup. Williams distraught, clutching instinctively at her unreliable top: Lacey hopping away with dancing eyes, winsome smile. HISC trainer gives that twist-tie an extra tug to tighten: no one wants repeat spillage of those mighty Mish melons.

 

R3: Mish working her way in close, crisscrossing straight punches to Lacey's rack and snuggling up mouth on shoulder. Chabert pushes-in, willing to try Mish in the trenches: curvy little legs, backsides strain for position on the inside. Girls working to worm their hands in over the opponent's hands, wriggling for position, then pumping into trim tummies and bulging jugs. Plenty of shoulder-bumping as both girls are expert in-fighters, jostling each other for room. Laying in, girls take turns pounding three punch bursts off each other's tummies - big, chugging blasts, arms thrashing back and forth. Bit by bit, it's Lacey: Mishy outslugged, outbumped, outworked, outmuscled by slender margins. At the bell, Michelle brightens, jogs back to her corner: she's convinced she got the better of Lacey, it's so close. In reality, Lacey's starting to open up a pretty comfy lead on the cards through 3.

 

R4: Girls bumping in close, shoulder to shoulder: Lacey bounces that quick right hand off the stomach, then doubles it into a clipping right uppercut, SENDING MISH DOWN! Williams dropped to all fours, panting in astonishment; Chabert steps around, hauls back her right hand, stoops and punches Michelle hard as she can, square to buttocks. Warning for Chabert as Mishy sobs aghast: Lacey seething, yanking her arm from ref's grasp and screeching for him to "COUNT!" Mishy takes 8 with 2 minutes left on the clock; evolves into the longest round of Williams' storied career. Lacey relentlessly, merciless, pouring at Mish with guns blazing, beating the blonde from pillar to post. Michelle reeling from head and body blows - she staggers dazed into ropes; stumbles sideways midring, hands up loose at her temples as her buttocks wobble out of control. Mishy's thighs threatening to quit as she's hounded round the ring: Chabert just baring her teeth, pinning her ears back and going at wilting blonde. Final moments see Lacey body up to stack Mish at ropes: Williams' eyes brim in anticipation as Chabert hup-hup-hups away to jug without fear of reprisal. Michelle going out on her feet at the bell, slumping into ropes as Lacey stays on that top - lefts and rights bunching up the meat, working furiously to undo that pesky knot. Ref pulls Lacey off from behind, warns her for late punches. Michelle takes a moment to steady herself at the ropes, pawing absently at her bikini-knot before limping into port. 4 rounds to love, Lacey: whispers starting in press-row about the potential for a 10-0 rout if Mish can keep her feet.

 

R5: Lacey bends into a go-home right, bouncing it off Mishy's head, staggering challenger at the open. Mish stumbles, rallies behind her mitts, doubles over as Lacey sails into breadbasket - both arms chugging. Williams slugged and bodied to ropes: Chabert becoming methodical now, pacing herself - knows she's got Michelle badly hurt and worn down at this point. Lacey working on Mish, pressing the left shoulder/extended left elbow onto Williams before clubbing away on her - then bodying up to smother receipts. Williams groggy, lips parted, eyes half closed: she's digging in at apron, trying to block-and-roll best she can. Lacey keeping everything short - generating power with her legs, glutes, back and shoulders - very little arm swinging as she stays on top, bumping and grinding her rival. Lacey employing a short, swiping hook across Michelle's jugs at routine intervals: just a steady beat down of that offending rack, helping to crush Michelle's spirit. Mish slugging off the ropes in spots, swishing away to jug and digging hooks to the body - but she's buried under the expertly applied dukes and tummy of her jiggling tormentress. Lacey bouncing back to her corner - she just can't wipe the smile off her face as she takes 5 straight from Mish.

 

R6: Lacey a little arm weary - she's looking to cuddle up and waltz this round: Mishy makes inroads. Williams all banged up and shabby, but she's working hard. Mish tucking right hands into brunette tummy and tits - frequently from the wrap as challenger crowds champion. Mishy able to step Chabert to ropes for the first time and get work done: Lacey punished in spots, then reaching in on Mish to twist her into ropes, pinning her down for ref's breaks. Constant muscular struggle for position in the clinches - both girls stamping, grunting with the effort of turning the other around and putting her back into the ropes or corners. Good grinding round for Mish: she's boss, bell to bell.

 

R7: Return to the grim, digging two way of the early rounds. Girls pushing in mouth on shoulder, then pumping, plugging, tucking away leather to trembling midsections and heaving bosoms. Squirming clinches - brawny little arms and shoulders writhing to push the other girl's hands down, the better to dig at her. Breathy grunts, sobbing whines as both are punished in swingeing, tummy to tummy action. Lacey getting the better of it by just a smidge: she's beating Michelle at her own game through 7. During the break, HISC trainer tells Mish to bop it outside, get a little separation, pump the jab and try to extend on right hands up top. Williams' temper flares - she seethes: "Never!"

 

R8: Mish pushes-in: more mouth on shoulder results. Action slowing as both girls are breathing hard. Constant push and pull taking its toll, over and above the heartless two-way punching. Lacey looking to land that right to the body/right uppercut combo again - unable to get the latter punch home clean. Mish concentrating on her foe's tummy and jugs - squirming to get position in close, then clobbering away with anything she can get off. Both girls warned for low blows to trunks and thighs - but it's as much exhaustion as malice. Round ends with Lacey's butt in the ropes; Lacey drooping forward with her arms light around Mishy's ribs; Michelle slugging away in around Lacey's outstretched arms, taking Chabert above the hips.

 

R9: Grueling struggle continues - girls just squishing in together, struggling for room, then jamming away in close. Both girls moaning with the effort of managing the other's weight and receiving her punches: both bodies humming now from the near constant attrition. Mish walks Lacey to the ropes, beats her without mercy until she's clinched. Lacey walks Mish into the ropes, wrapping her with the left across the shoulders, plugging her righty to tummy and tits until ref's break. By the final minute, both girls are staggering parodies of the li'l juggernauts who began the fight, but a pair of jolting, short right hands to the chin - Lacey to Mish - suddenly locks up Williams' knees. Mish swooning midring: Lacey extends the left hand to push Mishy off, then pumps her a pair of right hands to midsection. Mishy jerks forward, face pinched in pain: OH, SHE EATS THE RIGHT UPPERCUT! Lacey clippin' it short and sweet, lighting Michelle up and leaving her destitute. Chabert's eyes widen as Michelle droops further forward - brunette swinging away at exposed blonde back as Mishy tilts, tilts and PITCHES INTO THE CANVAS! Michelle sprawled on her face, all used up - that's KO9 in heartpounding fashion, Lacey Chabert!!!

 

After: Even as Michelle's being rolled onto her back - pundits are calling this the greatest JMD fight in history. Lacey sobbing from oxygen debt - fit little brunette poured her heart and soul into denying her determined blonde challenger, potentially stoking one of boxing's under-rated rivalries into a full-blown war. Claire's quip "Whaddya know? Mishy's top held up better than her chin!" unfortunately caught on tape, making the broadcast.

 

Customary tribute taken once the dust settles. Lacey struts the ring, with JLH in tow: Hewitt (dressed in bright green blouse; dark evergreen slacks) acting as second, carrying crisp white hand towels and water bottle. An excerpt from RACK Magazine details the post fight...

 

Michelle was pulled up off her stool by her hair - Lacey chesting into the blonde, her left hand atop Williams' head as champ pressed vanquished challenger into the ropes. This was all about Lacey letting Michelle feel her weight, for Chabert lingered a moment, tummy to tummy, pulling Mishy's head back via the hair-grip and exposing her throat. Loading up her right arm, Lacey smashed her forearm across Michelle's KO'd breasts with a bright clap; a cringing Mish stooped forward, face pinched in agony as she clutched at herself. Lacey shouted to ringsiders "HATE those!" referring to Michelle's conquered puppies, then chested the wilting blonde back upright against the ropes, the left hand once again securing Mish by her hair. A thick thigh lift followed - Lacey bringing the broad, tanned plank of her right thigh into the pit of Michelle's tummy, forcing the air out of Williams with a shout. Mishy pitched forward, and was expertly ensnared in Lacey's brawny reverse sleeper grip. Chabert dug her chin into Michelle's damp scalp while writhing her arms into position: left arm snaking round behind Michelle's head; left hand cupping Lacey's right bicep; right fist clenching itself amidst distressed blonde curls. Hamming it up in behind the fighters, Jennifer Love clapped and shouted encouragement, as though Lacey needed the support.

 

About a minute in - with Mishy's hands pushing at Lacey's hips, and Mishy's muffled whimpers clearly audible on the boom mic - Jennifer Love squirted water into Lacey's mouth, then toweled down the brunette's shoulders and back. Moments later, Lacey released Michelle and stepped away - the champion taking a moment to finger her hair and strike majestic poses. Williams panted on all fours, face pale and shiny, thinking mistakenly that the treatment was over. Hewitt gave the water bottle to Lacey, then traded it for a towel as Lacey wiped off her chest and arms before handing the towel back to Jen. Refreshed, it was back to the salt mines for Ms. Chabert, who clearly had only begun to dominate her rival on the evening.

Lacey stooped, pulled Mish slowly up by her hair, and chested her into ropes again. Everything was slow and methodical from the champ - making Michelle appreciate every moment. A fresh smother was applied to throttled cries of complaint from Michelle: poor Williams reached up behind her tormentress and pulled down upon Lacey's shoulders, struggling to relieve pressure. It was all to no avail as Lacey's grip was too strong, her jugs too determined. She poured rack to Michelle with a grim look of determination - Lacey looking off into the crowd with her lips set in a tight line as she squeezed. Hewitt stepped forward to warn Claire and Eliza on the arena floor that this was "JMD business. Check the rulebook - no interfering in tribute." It seemed sufficient grounds to hold the pack at bay. Michelle Williams was on her own.

 

Michelle was released and again she puddled to the canvas - this time sinking to her haunches and crouching forward to rest her cheek on the mat. She was shuddering, conscious, but deep in jug-shock, unable to rally herself. A grinning Lacey steadied herself with her right hand on the top rope, chirping at Jennifer: "Got Mish?"

 

"Nope - need some!" Hewitt replied, ripping her green silk blouse open, sending buttons flying like semi-automatic gunfire to reveal a titanic pink lace push up bra jammed to the gunwales with jug. Throwing the towels and water bottle aside, Hewitt bent to her task, pulling a weepy Mishy up by her curls, pressing her to ropes, then slowly, succulently applying smother. Michelle sat in the ropes, her hands splayed atop Jennifer's wide thighs as the brunette pushed-in. Hewitt sloshed the jug home to Mish as Chabert crowed and strutted - occasionally leaning in close to drink in the sound and smell of Mishy's pungent defeat. When Hewitt released Mishy, the blonde simply collapsed into the canvas, sprawled on her tummy, her eyes closed, lips parted in swoon. Lacey and Jen exchanged a clapping high-ten, forming a momentary arch over the beaten Williams, and for all intents and purposes, this spectacle was over.

 

Except for Lacey Chabert, it seemed to be just starting. Again.

 

Still standing, Chabert straddled Michelle and rolled her over onto her back. Delivering light slaps with the right hand (the left hand pushing against Michelle's chest for balance), Lacey strove to bring Williams around for yet another dose of jug. Murmurs arose from the crowd, and a loose column of elite JMD fighters began to approach the ring, a crimson-cheeked Jessica Simpson at the fore. It looked like JMD was about to start policing itself at long last, and a nervous Jennifer Love Hewitt moved to face the emerging threat, fists cocked at her chest.

 

Climbing the ring apron, Simpson - backed by Kelly Monaco, Audrina Partridge, Nicole Eggert, Carmen Electra, Christina Aguilera and other bulging beauties - began shouting for Lacey to cease and desist. We can only assume that Jessica was motivated more by jealousy than by any real concern for Mish, but whatever the case, a tremendous weight of Jug was now arrayed against the two JKO veterans. The sight of an impending battle royal proved too much for FCBA security who FINALLY made a move to secure the ring. Poor Michelle lay face down throughout, blissfully unaware of the chaos stomping all around her.

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