Posted by Simguy on 2//2008, 9:06 am.

Before: “I’m cuter,” Rachel jokes with press, “I know that much! Seriously—I know you guys think I’m heading into the mother of all ass kickings, but I don’t think Mish is all that tuff. I’m scrappy and I WILL fight—I’m not gonna just roll over for any bully—especially one I can stand up to. Don’t bet the under, fellahs: Mish is in for an all-nighter!” Williams pursing her lips at the pluck—she’d expected a little more cowering given her reputation, “Tell me you’re not buying this load,” Mish says at the podium. “She says she’s not scared: she’s scared. She says she’s cute—please: everyone’s cute ‘till they get hit. I tell you what: I’ll keep this bimbo around for 3 rounds. You get 3 rounds to look Rachel over, and then I’m tucking her in for the night. No surprises here boys.

Rachel in hot pink, thin-strap cotton tank top riding above her hips; pink/white panties; rabbit fur gloves (“Thumper” Brand Fighting Mittens), Mish in baby blue thin-strap tank top riding above her hips; zebra print bikini bottoms; white rabbit fur gloves.

During R1: Girls hop-to, bouncing on balls of feet while fetching each other hooks: breasts and faces buffeted early. Mish in with an overhand right, charging forward while slugging: Rachel swinging away wide, clouting Williams behind the head a swinging left as blonde hurtles into ropes. Mish scrambling to reorient, slugging right hands off the left foot/left hands off the right foot as she comes forward—Rachel beaten backwards at the stagger, keeping hands up. Fight burble along ropes as girls squirm tummy to tummy—Rachel writhing to reverse position and keep her back ff the ropes. Fighters trip to mat at one point, continue their tight embrace—legs thrashing as girls struggle to get on top while ref’s tugging ‘em up. Rambunctious action a little too wild to be effective. Upside is plenty of jiggling, stamping movement, desperate grunting as neither girtls shies away from the other.

R2,3,4: Rachel combative, but outgunned: Mish able to come forward, work her girl to ropes, get a body on her, and maul in earnest. It’s a patient Mish, an effective Mish—looking to get hands and tummy on Rachel, smother her first, then do damage once Mish off her: blonde reaching in behind brunette to grab ropes; bumping hard with head/shoulders/elbows—anything to keep Rachel pinned down. Exhausting stuff—rounds played out on the ropes near the Bilson corner as Michelle dominates the ring with forward pressure, wedges in punches to the body and head from zero distance. Give Rachel credit—she’s squirming and fighting her little heart out—not giving in at all, taking a tremendous amount of roughhouse and jamming punches—but still competing feisty.

R5: Rachel able to get the jab on Michelle—fight moves to midring, occurring in open space now as both fighters open up, Williams ignoring Bilson’s power—blonde simply stepping in, twisting her torso to pull either hand onto Rachel with sweeping power. Bilson wide-eyed, punching straight hands into Michelle’s breasts from outside, then attempting to duck away—Williams able to clobber brunette with wide power as Rachel’s backing out. Pleasing two-way thump—rabbit fur mitts thudding against pretty jawlines and jumping racks, Rachel bumped off he stance and generally unable to stand her ground, but she’s making Michelle pay for real-estate through 5.

R6: Rache makes a little adjustment—coming forward, staying low: Michelle’s wide power shits wrap around brunette shoulders as Bilson moves into the arc rather than away. Paydirt, Bilson: she’s chugging to rummy, putting rabbit fur on meat, bumping the breath from Michelle and backing her up! Williams at ropes, mouthbreathing, grimacing: RACHEL PUMMELS RACK! Starts as a pair if tidy inside hooks, but quickly evolves intyo a scrounging jail break on Michelle’s heaving jugs: brisk thump-‘n-swish of fur gloves sounds out concussive until Williams can clinch. Mishy kneeing Rachel in her thigh during tie-up, then stomping on Rachel’s bare toes before twisting her into ropes: ref issues angry break, shaking Mish by the arm and hectoring her: RACHEL CVOMES SWINGING IN! Right hand catches Mish under left eye—turning her sideways, driving her to ropes. Ref stumbles back as Rachel pours forward—little brunette seething, windmilling rights and lefts in a furious flyweight blundering. Mish shouting out, covering up, bending double at the waist: Bilson swabs Mishy’s lower back, leaving Williams’ curvy legs trembling at the break. Mish complaining to ref,  both hands clutching her lower back for emphasis during the break.

R7: Scrappy Rachel drives in on Michelle—unintentional headbutt knocking Mishy’s head aside as Rachel charges recklessly in. Legs entangle—fighters hit canvas—mad scramble to get to their knees, ride the left arm around the opponent’s head so the right arm can plunder the body. Feverish slugging in the cauldron—both bodies shuddering under pumping rabbit fur underneath—ref has to pull’em up, pull’em apart to restore order. Flashing eyes and teeth as girls swarm in again—Mishy getting lower, wrapping up around the waist, leg driving Rachel to ropes, Bilson whining with the effort of repulsing Michelle—brunette thrusting up with her hips, turning blonde into ropes, only to be wrestled back into position. Scrounge-and-pound from Williams: slowly but surely she’s stronger, able to smear Rache to ropes, hold her down, then jam away brutal. Bell, Rachel panting/disheveled—Mish has to be pulled off as ref works up a sweat through 7.

R8: CLEAN right hand catches Rachel’s chin—head tosses right, her hands stacked right atop left at her body, elbows out. Mishy’s first real serious blast with her weight behind it—blonde brightening as Rachel comes back woozy from the shot. Bilson blinking, lips parted—she’s hurt: Mish celebrates with a pair of clawing hooks across Rachel’s pleasing melons. Rache driven to ropes windblown, head lolling badly: Mish steps with, but doesn’t body-up—blonde keeping hands free/hips back to slug in earnest. Gentle knucklings of Rachel’s shoulders and chest keep her torso upright—then Michelle’s clobbering away drifting rights. Clubbing lefts—shifting weight from one foot to the other, economical pummeling as she keeps elbows in throughout, All too much for Bilson: brave little brunette loosens terribly—hands drooping out wide, torso lolling forward as her head is smote this way and that, Mish prolongs the hurt by thumping insurance blows into Rachel’s knockers, just in case. Rache in swoon, unable to defend herself—ref moves in before Mish can pile on EXTRA effort. TKO8, Michelle Williams.

After: Rachel woozy/blubbery—put up a good scrappy effort, but couldn’t match Michelle’s overall savagery and weight of shot. Mish strutting, right hand in the air—hugged and congratulated by her fellow Wolfpackers, then all turn hungrily towards the Bilson corner.

Boos sound down as Mish (backed by ‘Pack) pushes her way into Rachel’s corner, hugging battered brunette up off her stool, propping her weepy  in the corner. Mish mounts ropes—pelvis pushing Rachel’s tearstained face to the side—Mish with both hands high in the air as she beams in triumph, Mish taking both of Rachel’s hands by the wrists and holding them up above her head in mock surrender: Rachel shuddering with fresh tears of outrage, just sick about the treatment. They all climb aboard, leaving scent on beaten prey—‘Pack welcoming Bilson back to the FCBA in grand style until wary officials move in to slowly break this thing up.

Reposted by Archer 4/19/10.