UNIFIED FLYWEIGHT TITLE

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Posted by simguy on 12/23/2005, 6:52 am

Before: "No offence to Mish Williams," Natalie demures at the podium, "but we're basically going with her because Jennifer Love Hewitt couldn't come to terms in time to secure the next PPV date. Williams is strong and willful, but I don't see the variety in her game that I see in Hewitt's - Mish is a viable contender, don't get me wrong - but I think she's a top 10 name at this point - flirting with 'honorable mention'. Any top 5 potential she once had has been beaten out of her." Williams bristling at the high hand, even physically restrained at points during Natalie's withering commentary. "I'll show Portman who belongs in that ring and who doesn't," snarls Williams, usually jocular demeanour nowhere to be found. "Natalie's no where NEAR prepared for the rumpus I'll be bringing. You'll see." Nat in sturdy navy bandeau bikini, Mish in leopard print push up, red hipster bottoms, short puncher's ponytail. Small gloves, both vixens. Ring instructions a sign of things to come: Natalie extends mitts to touch 'em up; Mish smokes her a cheap, pushy right hand fat in the jugs, prompting referee intervention.

During R1: Natalie showing leg, bopping to her left while spritzing two and three tapping jabs, just trying to negotiate her range. Mish weaving side to side, coming forward aggressively - she finally ducks, shoots at Natalie's waist, wrapping her up and driving her deep to ropes at the minute mark. Williams comes up chugging - digging furiously to Natalie's tummy while crowding in - Portman draping over Mishy's back, trying to tie up behind the elbows. Ref's break - Mish barrelling back in with a looping overhand right, leaning in close to simultaneously hook Nat's ribs while butting her under the left eye. Portman grimacing, trying to squirm off the ropes: Mishy stomps the pink toes of Natalie's foot with a nasty heel, clips Portman a tidy right/left on the mouth as Natalie's in mid-yelp. Mish burrows in, dig-dig-digging at tummy, then drifting low into trunks - poor Natalie bunched up, buttocks in the ropes as Williams marauds downstairs. Nat trying desperately to clinch: Mish takes hold of bandeau top with her left hand, stabilizing Nat for DRIFTING right hands on the mouth. PORTMAN'S STUNNED! Mish jostling and tugging, clouting righty as Nat stares blankly into abuse - ref stunned by the violence, inactive - crowd roaring to it's feet as Portman is hammered senseless! Natalie's legs give way - she's on all fours, buttocks towards the apron: Mishy straddles, facing out into the audience, bracing Nat with the left palm on the ribs and MISHY'S POUNDING DOWN INTO KIDNEY! Williams scrubbing away with washerwoman right hands - elbow up, then fist plunging down, bouncing off tight, shiny lower back. Portman in shock, face pinched in agony, back of her head flush against Mishy's jumping little buttocks as blonde fouls the bejesus out of brunette until ref reefs Mish off. PANDEMONIUM! BSE corner floods the ring, nearly coming to blows with HISC seconds - Mishy swaggering, pounding her chest and hooting in triumph - Natalie shaken, eyes wide: she can barely comprehend what just happened in a gypsy-catfight first!

R2: Natalie looking to pump jabs, keep the fight at midring: Mishy won't have it. Williams weaving stick, bobbing at the waist - she shoots at Nat's waist and tackles Natalie to her rump near the ropes. Nat's legs spread, Mish up on her knees between them: Williams' left hand seeks out Natalie's bandeau and MISHY'S PUNCHING NAT IN THE FACE RIGHTY! Tap-tap-tap brisk right hands off the shoulder as Mishy top-tugs seated, bewildered Nat - ref pulling Mish up and away by her armpits as blonde shrieks "AND NEW FLYWEIGHT CHAMP! AND NEW!" Rest of the round a sloppy hodgepodge of tackling, holding and hitting, bodies hitting canvas, then squirming to keep punching until ref actually intercedes. Natalie a quick study - when Mish takes her down now, Portman doesn't wait - she's reaching for Williams and looking to tuck in as girls war on their knees, on their sides, kicking at each other as they're separated. Punching after the bell? You bet - Mish working Natalie over at the ropes, piles it on until she's physically yanked off.

R3: Mish shooting in at waist, legs pumping to drive Natalie hard to ropes - Portman now clinching immediately behind the elbows, struggling chest to chest with Williams. Natalie keeping her feet, wrestling with Mish on the inside and holding her own - brunette able to reverse position on blonde, shoving Mish into the ropes as girls tumble along the ropes corner to corner. Both vixens warned for holding and hitting, each trying to ride the left around the other's shoulders to slump her forward for pumping rights underneath. Mish warned for constantly tousle-rub and outright headbutting in close. Sloppy, brutal, slugging action brawls to a draw - girls separated with heaving chests, bared teeth, dishevelled hair as ref reads them extended riot act.

R4: Mish ploughing into Natalie - headlong blitzes driving Portman to ropes, making her fight just for breathing room, let alone points. Mish warned for clamping a front choke on Nat, doubling the brunette forward the better to hammer-fist her lower back right hands. Mish warned again for headbutting: Nat's left eye swelling up nicely under billygoat brushes. Mish warned for top-tugging - really muscling Natalie by her bandeau and scoring lusty, drifting right crosses to toss Nat's head to the side. Portman ragdolled, bullied, pushed, and pulled at - she can't get her back off the ropes, can't punch - she goes back to her corner bewildered, frustrated, increasingly frazzled as Mish leaves her scent on the champ.

R5: Mish with ringing right hands - clouting Natalie upside the head/on the ear - Portman sputtering to her left, stooping forward hurt as Mish shoots the waist, wraps up under the arms and pancakes hurting Portman to ropes. Natalie combative, coming alive in Mishy's arms and thrashing in outrage - brunette and blonde tumble along the ropes, pushing, pulling and digging at each other. Natalie descending into madness with Mish - holding and hitting, grinding her head against MIshy's face - both girls whining, sobbing at hurt, answering back viciously, savagely in kind. Both ignore the bell, Natalie pushing Mish against the ropes and pumping frenzied hup-hup into blonde waistline until ref reefs her away.

R6: Mishy's done it - she's got Natalie brawling - but maybe it's backfiring? Girls rush together in a clap of wriggling flyweight, squirm and writhe while twisting each other around canvas, hit ropes, then come up scrounging into quivering breadbaskets and perky jugs. Natalie summoning all her vigour, hup-hup-hupping at Mishy's tummy and tits, shoulders rotating - Williams straining to twist Natalie into the ropes then paying her back in kind. Both girls making liberal use of a bossy left shoulder or elbow to prop and jostle - bully's work being dished out in buckets as girls take turns working each other over. Bell: they're still scrounging mouth-on-shoulder - each wanting to get the last touch. Another drawn round - ref working hard to push writhing wildcats apart.

R7: Hurtling little flyweight freight trains collide, entangle, stagger into ropes, wrestle for position, then one digs and digs and digs until the other gets the upperhand. Furious punching mixed in with groping clinches, head and arm locks, muscular belly-bossing inside. Ref no longer barking about the holding and hitting - just pulling arms away from the backs of heads or slapping at hands reaching in behind the opponent's lower back. There's no rhyme or reason - it's all just little backsides jiggling as sturdy, short legs stamp for position and balance; skulls smudging against cheeks, noses, ears and mouths; slender arms pulling; shoulders rotating to put as much leather on meat as possible before the payback hits. Neither vixen heeds the bell - ref pulls them apart - girls seething, nostrils flaring, eyes blazing - it's just raw, elemental flyweight fury at it's best through 7.

R8: Pace slows - how could it not? Girls laying in mouths open on one another's shoulders, eyes closed in drowsy little frowns. Punches jerk into offending ribcage or tummy, then arms entwine, bodies push - each trying to pin the other to ropes. Mishy on top from the minute mark on: she's going consistently, heartlessly, deliberately to trunks. Williams crowding in all snug, working away with methodical right/lefts against the tummy and trunks - Natalie frowning, gurgling, woozily trying to tie up. Late the round, Mish catches a second wind, bumps Nat a tuff shoulder-butt to mouth, then hooks her chin, draping Nat upright, eyelashes fluttering. Right hand pounds past Natalie's limp guard, swivelling her head; left hand swings in; right hand; LEFT HAND! Natalie suddenly limp, defenseless, upright, taking face punches as Mish rows away. BELL! Ref bundling squirming Mish off before she can take extra - Portman ramshackle, steadying herself like an 80 year old with a hand on the top rope en route to her corner.

R9: Mish POURS in all leering grins, tackling Natalie into the BSE corner, shrug-chugging away jug and tum. AND PORTMAN WON'T HAVE IT! Natalie baring her teeth, lowering her head and hustling lefts and rights into Mishy's paunch: PORTMAN'S BACKING MISH UP WITH BODY BLOWS! Drumming assault drives Williams ashen faced across the ring - Natalie stacks MISH up in the HISC corner and TEARS HER UP! Natalie crying hot tears with the release of emotion as she RAKES Mish lusty right uppercuts and wailing left hooks. She braces Mish with the left in the chest and CLOCKS her right hands across the staring, bedazzled face. Mish busting up - cut in the mouth, nose bleeding - she's out on her feet, head just lolling back into position as Natalie slams away. MORE BODY! Natalie reaching under Mish's arms, getting a shoulder into Williams' chest to jostle her upright, then DIGGING amidships both dukes. Mishy drooping, Mishy gurgling, head loose on her neck, eyelashes fluttering and WILLIAMS GOES DOWN! Mishy panting, destitute on all fours - Portman arms rigid as boards at her sides as she leans forward and SCREAMS incoherently at her stunned foe. Ref bundles Portman off as Natalie answers Mishy's first round knock down, and answers, with VIGOUR!

R10: OH THE SLUGGING! Cah-RAZY rights and lefts pitched from the heels midring - exhaustion quickly settling in, causing girls to fall into one another's hated embrace. It's grinding, mauling, elbows-shoulder-fists-foreheads along the ropes. Mish ransacking trunks at every opportunity - lefts and rights pounding off Natalie's swimsuit bottoms, skidding off her pale thighs. Natalie flurrying to jug, temporarily demoralizing Mish, leaving her open mouthed and breathless. Back and forth, heartless scrounging to the bell - another drawn round - another round in which ref has to separate crazed battle-cats. Comes back UD10 for the winner and NEW flyweight champ - Michelle "Mish" Williams!

After: Portman stamping her foot, shrieking "NO!" in an uncharacteristic outburst of temper - Mish coming across the ref, slapping Natalie's face and all hell breaks loose as li'l scrappers take each other to ground in a bundle of clawing flyweight. Order eventually restored as respective entourages pin seething battlers in opposite corners. "It's absolutely outrageous!" Portman rails on camera, her left eye closed from headbutts, her lower lip split. "I can't believe a title changed hands in that...that...FILTH! Mish Williams is a BLIGHT! Something has to be done about this - If I had wanted an apartment wrestling match with Mish, I would have signed for one!" Williams similarly busted up - Natalie not exactly tender with her skull tonight - but Mish has no complaints. "WAHHH! WAHHHH! WAHHHH! She can cry all she wants, but when Mish Williams wants something - she freakin' TAKES it! I'm the roughest, toughest girl at 110 - bar none: Natalie knew that coming in and she wasn't prepared. The title's back where it belongs boys - happy days are here again!" In days to follow, Michelle Williams is brought in person before a high level FCBA disciplinary hearing. Proceedings disrupted as Mish smokes a cigarette ("what're you going to do? Arrest me for smoking?), crosses her legs in short skirt with no panties and generally makes a mockery of the attempt to rein her in.

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