JERI'S KNOCKOUTS VS HAWKEYE INTERNATIONAL STABLE WAR

Posted by simguy on 11/9/2011, 10:29 am

BEFORE: "You got this," grinnin' Jenny says to beamin' Lacey. "Just keep rolling on Mish - start strong on her; don't let up. You have to keep her on her heels, and keep those other girls out of the fight. And have fun! Mishy's damaged goods and you're too much for her now: stomp that witch, Lacey!"

Lacey: "She's TOTALLY damaged goods!"

Jen: "Vanessa Hudgens? Right?"

Lacey: "I KNOW!"

Jen: "First Krissy, then Eliza, now Mish. They can't take us!"

Lacey: "Mishy's going OUT!"

Jen: nodding; satisfied with Lacey's intensity: "Yeah she is."

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Flyweight Champion Natalie Portman rouses her badly rattled troops, standing up off the bench, clap-clap-clapping her hands together: "Okay, Mishy - listen up," Nat begins. "I need three things out of you in this fight. Number one..."

Claire moves in, drawing Mish away from the lecture: "Settle down 'champ': I'll handle this."

Mish and Claire off to one side - Mishy looking up at her bitter rival, Claire looking down. Each flashing on hurt and harm they've caused the other over the years - they can't help it. Always two conversations going on at the same time with these girls: the spoken one and the unspoken one.

Claire, unspoken: We've been through a lot... you've PUT me through a lot, don't think I've forgotten or forgiven anything... but this is important. I saw your eyes when they carried Eliza past us: you shouldn't have looked at her face. I know you're rocked. I know you're rocked because I'm rocked. I can give you a little boost here. I'm big enough to do that. I think I'm big enough to do that.

Claire, spoken: "You look hot." Smirk. She means it, it IS true, but she just can't say it without smirking.

Mish, unspoken. You don't want this coming down to you alone. You want me to give you room for error. You can't go into the final down 3-2. That's why you're being nice. You need me to win here.

Mish, spoken: "Thanks." If we were up 3-1, you'd be cutting me... somehow. God, I hate you.

Claire: (crosses arms) "Hottest girl wins."

Mish: "You know it."

Claire: "Well alright hot-girl; get in there and win."

Mish, unspoken: thanks, Claire.

Mish, spoken: "Thanks."

Mish in zebra print bikini with twist-tied halter top; small black punching mitts; soft blonde Marilyn curls.

Lacey in white push up and panties; small black puncher's mitts; dark hair loose n' tangly.

During R1: Mishy bodying up, arms reaching in under Lacey's, legs driving... Williams bellying Lacey into ropes, pushing off, getting to work. Mish: crown of head in Lacey's chest, bumping; fists pushing at hips or belly, then slugging hup-hup-hup tummy and hip-flexors; chickenwinged left elbow pushing on Lacey's ribs to reset. Lacey teeth bared; dukes at cheeks, forearms trying to push Mishy's head/shoulders away; shoulders dipping to deliver thumping body shots to either side. Pushing and squirming, yes: clinching, no... both girls want to bang. Mishy on top bell to bell, outworking Lacey - she's still punching when ref pulls her away from whining Chabert.

R2: Mishy approaching in crouch - pawing her jab/carrying the right hand into Lacey's ribs... she's driving Chabert to ropes. Lacey squares up dukes-at-cheeks, digging in: Mishy pushing her her forehead into Lacey's, grinding her tousle-to-tousle. Bump-and-dig at the ropes - Mishy HAMMERING at the body hooks and right hands; pushing off with left elbow; swinging for Lacey's head when there's room. Chabert getting ragdolled, but slugging back in spots: swinging left hand's finding a home in Mishy's breadbasket; hacking right hand chopping in behind Mishy's left elbow. Bell to bell - it's Mishy atop Lacey... Chabert's output rising a little, but still can't match the Williams work rate. Mish pushing Lacey deep to ropes at bell, just to make her take the weight. Lacey scowling; Mishy stomping all the way back across the ring to her corner, punching her right hand into the air all ferocious.

R3: More Mishy. Lacey trying to engage shoulder-to-shoulder midring, but can't hold her canvas: rubbing, scrubbing, brawling, mauling Mishy drives Lacey ropeside. Lacey fighting hard, but under constant buffeting, bodying pressure. Mishy slugging hips/body/arms - reaching in under Lacey's arms to chest her into ropes, then HAMMERING that rack before Chabert can get reorganized. Lacey landing her shots, electing not to clinch... it's allowing Mishy to simply win the exchanges from top-position at ropes. Bell... Mishy compressing Lacey into cables with left shoulder in chest/chin out over Lacey's right shoulder... as Mishy's pushing off, she feeds Lacey a cheap clouting right on the chin, bringing the ref in hot. Mishy led away by her left arm, given a good shake; JKO women off the bench and screaming blue murder; standing O from HISC vixens pumped to see their girl grinding out to a 3-love lead.

R4: Lacey snorting like a determined little bull off her stool... seconds later she's all stacked up in the JKO corner, taking body blows! Mish baring her teeth - bobbing on the spot in front of Lacey, treating her SHABBY! Mish: fists right-atop-left at her tummy as she's hunching forward... she's slugging out of the bob, clubbing Lacey short, awful lefts and rights about the head/shoulders/breasts. Chabert suffering from a HUGE does of ass-kick-itis... she's butt-in-ropes, stooped forward, right hand at left shoulder/left hand at right elbow, just bobbing and sponging. MISHY ROMPS BELL TO BELL! Williams just bumpin' and a-sluggin', dishing out a comprehensive beating to Lacey's waist/arms/breasts/head... Chabert just trusting her curvy legs to soak this stuff up! Bell: Mishy PUSHES up off all big-and-sweaty, shouting: "Hope you like tummy, Lace!" Lacey slumped, panting and disheveled in ropes, hugging her battered ribcage in confusion. Dancing in the aisles in HISC-town: JKO girls seated, scowling with concern as their girl gets a rub-down.

R5: Mishy paws that jab; carries the right hand into Lacey's ribs, then bodies-up: Williams able to bundle Lacey into ropes for more processing. Chabert's seen enough: she FINALLY reaches her arms under Mishy's to clinch, working hard to wrestle blonde-girl into ropes for the first time, trying to slow Michelle's tempo. Williams gruntin' and grapplin' as well, reversing Lacey into the ropes, working hard to shove right hands into the Chabert breadbasket out of the clinch. Sloppy, grinding stuff - both girls real masters of working along the apron so they're cancelling each other out to a certain extent. Bell - ref pulls 'em apart - girls breathing hard, eyes blazing: another round for Mishy, but Lacey gets out of it better than she has the rest.

R6: Hardest fought, two-way action of the fight: girls grinding tousles, standing toe-to-toe with elbows in/dukes up, just a-sloppin' it to one another's guts. Fight staggers around the ring as Mishy might tag Lacey a hook and send her stumbling, or Lacey might double a right hand off a right uppercut to put Mish on her heels. Crowd roaring - both benches screaming/batting palms on the aprons. Bell: fighters lost in slugging-haze, each digging and bumping at each other via hooks and right roundhouses to waists/hips... ref has to move in and pull li'l juggernauts apart all chests heaving, nostrils flaring.

R7: Girls in a free-swinging rhythm - each slugging from a slight crouch, arms crossed at bodies. Fight drifts to ropes - Lacey reaching in under Mishy's arms for control, tummying Williams to ropes. Mish squirming, trying to get left arm in under Lacey's right... brunette left shoulder compressing blonde breasts at the ropes. keeping Mish pinned down. Lacey starts to work - a bumping left shoulder in the tits; chopping right around Mishy's extended left to hack at hip; scrounging hooks worrying at Michelle's tummy, then her tits as Lacey shifts weight to right (back) leg. Mish pushing and struggling, but Lacey's standing strong... Chabert smothering the reversal attempts, smearing Mish against ropes, pushing off, then punching. Two-and-a-half minutes in - robust hup-hup flurry of lefts and rights doses Michelle's tummy, bunching her up hurt: Lacey shifts to her right, hooking from just outside Mishy's left shoulder, catching Mish again and again on left cheek/eye... BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Stunning shutdown... Mishy's legs giving way under the sudden barrage, dropping her to all fours... Lacey bellowing down at Mishy's trembling back as ref's pushing-in; Jen and Scarlett forgetting their differences, embracing one another and jumping jiggly on the spot. Claire bolt upright out of her seat, fists clenched in her hair, eyes wide as she tries to take in all the data. Mishy beats the count in swoon, takes a blinking 8, and ON COMES LACEY! Chabert POURING in, just one thing on her mind: ATTACK THE RACK! Lacey pushing Mishy's wrists down, then pumping back up into that twist-tied top: OH THE HUMANITY! Lacey unleashed, unstoppable... Mishy sobbing, slumped butt-in-ropes, no longer capable of keeping Chabert out of the red-zone... Lacey just heaving Mishy up with hands under blonde armpits to stack, then SMITING away left-and-right... and MISHY'S TOP GIVES WAY! Mishy's halter-halves dangling down like a rat-packer's undone tie - jubblies tumbling into the open and LACEY'S STILL BELTIN'! Chabert able to clobber uncovered hooters one, two, THREE short left hooks until ref can jump in. BELL: Michelle in complete disarray, shaded by the ref; Lacey thrusting hands above her head, roaring in triumph; JKO girls beaming at the turning of the tide. Best top-man in the business pulls Mishy together during the break, but she's still badly shaken for the 8th!

R8: Lacey on Mishy at ropes... Chabert's left hand curled around Mishy's right tricep, pulling her torso-forward for plowing right hands amidships. "Hope you like jug, Mish," Lacey puffs in between pounding sequences, "'cause you got it comin'!" Groaning Mishy able to tie up around Lacey's ribs, holding her close: Chabert bearing Mish into ropes, getting the forearm up to push Mishy's face to the side for break. Mish disheveled, curls in her eyes... she's a hunted animal along the apron, just trying to fight Lacey off as rejuvenated Chabert's POURING in. Brilliant stuff - hard hitting back and forth punctuated by panting clinches... Lacey on top, controls a savage heat.

R9: BOOMING right hands exchanged to willing guts - girls sweeping away underneath, then trying to come up top righty and DOWN GOES LACEY! Sputtering descent following the walloping chin-check... Lacey wobbles out of orbit, spilling to all fours to Mishy's left as Williams staggers to her right. Lacey beats the count, blinking away tears... Mish wades in after 8. LACEY WON'T HAVE IT! Siege at the ropes turns into bruising retreat for Mish as Lacey slugs off the apron... blonde girl able to firm at midring, but it's hot-tossing both ways. Girls just stooped forward, switching themselves side to side, clouting each other short lefts and rights with back-and-buns providing the leverage. Slobberknocked, dazed expressions all around: Mishy's taking hard right hands on the chin with a groggy, stupefied expression; Lacey munching chin-clout with the same vacant air of glassy-eyed stubbornness. Bell: buttocks wobbling, legs trembling - girls clinched-up and struggling tummy to tummy until ref peels 'em apart.

R10: Mishy all banged up; Lacey puffy and stumbling... Williams jabs out of her crouch to direct traffic, then allows Lacey to fall into clinch. Ref's break: Mishy pawing that jab, cuffing the hook off the right (back) leg; letting Lacey fall into a right hand to gut before clinching. Chabert increasingly frustrated as Mish channels Claire, potshotting and clinching rather than brawling-for-it-all. Lacey sniveling at the halfway mark, wanting the release of mindless slugging... Mishy's not playing. Williams willing to be pushed into ropes as long as she's clinching and getting ref's breaks. That's the gist of it... Mishy fighting smart, getting enough touches to secure points, then glomming on to keep Lacey off the score-sheets. Bell: Chabert just doesn't know... thinks she might have won this thing down the stretch. Truth comes back UD10 Michelle Williams.

AFTER: Chabert: (eyes wide) "No..." Kreuk grabs Lacey's arms from behind, pulls her roughly about: Chabert is marched to the HISC corner. At ringside, Scarlett turns away, looking out into the crowd; Jennifer crossing her arms, being stoic as Lacey's surrounded.

Mish mounts up, leaning herself insolently forward, her arms at her side, just letting her tummy push Lacey's face to the side. Chabert whines, getting her hands up, elbows out wide to either side as she pushes on Mishy's belly. Mish just bumping her tummy against Lacey, blonde girl grinning out into the crowd, just taking her time. Lacey reaches left arm in between Mishy's legs, loops the right arm around Lacey's left leg... Chabert grabs her own right wrist with her left hand, her fists supporting Mishy's left buttock. Michelle's left hand fists in Lacey's damp hair, pushing the head back over the turnbuckle as MIshy gazes down. Mishy then takes a two-fisted hold of Lacey's hair, pulling her face forward to scrub eyes/nose/lips across all-conquering blonde tummy, side to side and slow. That's it for Lacey: she breaks down into humiliated tears.

Mish in no hurry: now she's posing with her hands pulling up on Lacey's hair; now she's got Lacey's wrists and pulling them up in a gesture of surrender, playing to the crowd. Then it's Krissy's turn, getting oh-so-sweet revenge for Chabert's fist-of-zeus KO in the first tranche. Kreuk's a hair-yanker, pulling violently on damp brown locks, refusing to be satisfied until the right combination of tears and cries is struck. Claire - mounting up and pulling Lacey's head back by her hair so she can hear: "This is for Eliza." Mila: laughing. Natalie: hand-smothering from the corner mount, fascinated with Lacey's distress.

Finally, blubbering Lacey is pulled off the turnbuckle by her left arm - Mish the bully in charge, but all in close proximity. Chabert thrown in a weeping heap in the JKO corner, where the ropes are mounted again - HISC in full aspect glaring down at Jen and Scarlett. JKO girls gulping, looking up in wonder; Lacey fetal, sobbing on her side, smelling of wolf.