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22 August 2014 Title Ch Lacey Chabert vs Michelle Williams

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Posted by Lookout! Boxing on August 22, 2014, 5:21 pm

OFFICIAL SSB PPV - JUGS OF MASS DESTRUCTION TITLE BOUT

Michelle Williams versus Lacey Chabert (JMD Title)
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)

Before: The pressure is always greater on the challenger in a title fight, but for Michelle Williams this goes double. She’s gone a stellar 19-4 since losing her last flyweight title to Vanessa Hudgens three years ago, but the buzz around her doesn’t show it. The continuing see-saw struggle with Hudgens, compounded by a previously unheard of KO1 from Jessica Lowndes had her briefly benched and threatened with the infamous HISC Purgatory. She’s watched her records coming under threat and been helpless to do anything about it. The word is out, if she can’t become the third woman to beat Lacey Chabert JMD, this could well be the final title fight for this Hall-of-Famer.

Lacey, meanwhile, seems primarily concerned with defending her reputation. “There was never any plan to sit on the title for two years, we kept setting up fights, and then things would happen. Kardashian, Jenn, Jess, even Scarlett: they kept turning up pregnant. Now with all these wannabes clamoring for an in, it’s time Mishy and I showed them what world-class JMD really looks like.”

MISH in the classic zebra print bikini with twist tied top, snug hipster-fit bottoms; white gloves; pixie cut hair sweeping over the left eyebrow. LACEY in yellow fighting-bikini; small black gloves; dark hair loose, gently curled.

R1-3: Comparatively conservative opener, both women know what the other one can do given the chance. Unwilling to try anything too risky and leave themselves exposed, they spend the first nine minutes mouth-on-shoulder, digging away at each other 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 in all three rounds.

R4: Brawling Mishy gets down lower, uses her leverage to drive Lacey ropeside. Chabert fighting hard, but under constant bodying pressure. Williams slugging hips, body, arms; anything she can get her mitts on, reaching in under Lacey's arms to chest her into ropes, then HAMMERING that rack before Chabert can get reorganized. Lacey landing her shots, but by refusing to clinch she's allowing Mishy to win the exchanges on top at ropes. At the bell, Williams compressing Chabert into cables with left shoulder on top of Lacey’s rack, her chin out over The Queen's right shoulder. She feeds Lacey a cheap right on the left breast as she's pushing off, bringing the ref in hot. Mishy led away by her left arm, given a good shake

R5: Mishy bodying up, arms reaching in under Lacey's, legs churning. Williams bellying Chabert into the ropes, then pushing off and getting to work. Mishy gets the crown of her head in Lacey's chest, pushing at hips and belly, then thumping tummy and tits. Pushing off with the left elbow in the ribs, Williams resets and gets back to work. Chabert 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 a whining Chabert.

R6: LACEY’S ALL IN! Starts when a trade in right hands goes her way, Mishy’s head flung back, her right hand sailing as she nearly corkscrews to mat, Williams blinking in stupor, staggering in fence-post holes. Chabert pushes the blonde back to ropes, lands a clubbing right to the face, crowd roaring as Mishy slumps into the ropes, staring bleak into the punishment. PUMPING assault to tummy, Lacey hunkering down , elbows drawing back before slamming mitts into meat. Poor Williams gasping, reaching ‘round Chabert’s shoulders to clinch, but she’s too hurt to tie her up. Lacey in there rummaging, pushing at Mishy’s biceps to jostle her upright, then pounding away at the torso. It’s Chabert at her finest, just REAMING punches in there! Mishy just can’t take any more to her tummy and rack. William turns to her right face-in-gloves, sagging into the ropes, giving up her left side and back. Chabert clouts Mishy behind the head, then slams her in the lower back. Williams wilting, sobbing into her gloves as MISHY WILTS TO HER KNEES! Lacey triumphant--lifting her mitts and bellowing: one-time pride of HISC shivering at her feet as ref moves to restore order.

R7: Girls wade in mindless, chins up high, arms slugging away on autopilot. Bit by bit, it’s Lacey who has the rhythm. Swabbing beat down drives Mishy to ropes. Chabert just ON her, laying in ear to ear to pump tummy, working up torso to jam away at jug with both hands. Williams trying to slide along ropes, but Lacey won’t have it: her smothering assault smears Mishy along the strands, grinds her down. Hard, heavy-handed punching from Chabert, The Queen getting the most out of her curves as she crowds close, jerks in tight and take all of the challenger’s rack she can handle this round.

R8: Mishy all banged up; Lacey puffy and stumbling. Williams hooks out of her crouch to direct traffic, then forces Chabert to fall into a clinch. Ref's break: Mishy pawing an approximation of a jab to tits, following with a cuffing hook off her back leg; leading Lacey into a right hand to gut before clinching. Chabert increasingly frustrated as she can’t bring the Lacey buzzsaw into play. Williams willing to be pushed into ropes as long as she's clinching and getting ref's breaks. Lacey’s finally able to wrap her up midring and force a Cauldron late, but the clock’s winding down and Mishy’s suddenly playing for points.

R9: Both girls mouth-breathing, hollow-eyed. Early caution forcing a battle of attrition on both normally KO-minded beauties. Lacey gets the early advantage in more bruising exchanges, Chabert bump&scrub punching Williams to the ropes, keeping her forehead on Mishy’s, forcing back the biceps and squishing in short-arm harm, bodying up to keep Williams from punching back. Ref’s break gives Mishy a little breathing room. Girls trade step-in slugs amidships--both really driving in with short right hands, Williams’s back foot coming off the canvas with effort and CHABERT SCOOTS TO HER BUTTOCKS! Lacey squeezing out tears as she rolls forward to her knees, cradling her gut and trying desperately to get off her haunches. Chabert beats the count, but Williams sporting a huge grin hinting at new-found confidence: concussive blast seems a turning point as Mishy makes it anybody’s fight going into the final round.

R10: Agonizing, plodding stuff, both girls absolutely exhausted at this point. Shuffling footwork, open mouths, heaving chests on approach with gloves around their waists. Pawing left hands pave the way for thick right hands thrown to bodies & breasts. Girls just reeling in front of each other, readily available and breaking each other down. Midway through, Mishy lays a fat strapping right hand across Lacey’s tummy, bodypunching the breath out of Chabert with a gasping “POOH!” Delayed effect as Lacey is all cramped up, THEN SINKS TO ONE KNEE! Chabert achy to her feet, but Williams has nothing left, face pinched as she takes a seat in the ropes and CHABERT TRUDGES IN! Knockdown energizing Lacey, she knows how close this is, strength born out of desperation. She leans in close off Mishy’s right shoulder, bumping the blonde a murderous series of pumping right hands thick to paunch. Williams groaning, turning her left shoulder into ropes and wrapping the Queen up in a clinch. Mishy punched out, she wraps rounded arms around Lacey's shoulders, brunette crossing her forearms, mashing them against William's jugs inside the clinch. Groaning as Lacey struggles to twiiist Mishy into the ropes, girls tumbling along the apron into far corner with Williams on top. Chabert straining to get off the turnbuckles, Mishy not able to do much more than hold her there, tears streaming down both their faces AND THERE’S THE FINAL BELL! Both ladies bawling all through the announcement of the winner by 1-point decision and NEW JMD champion Michelle Williams!

After: Mishy waves off the regalia, she’ll claim her tribute first. She drops by her corner, tucks something into the back of her bikini, then walks over to the JKO corner, where Johansson and Hewitt can be seen hugging happily off the apron. Williams smirking as she braces Chabert upright with a left arm around the shoulders. Lacey still stunned, comically blinking and stupefied as Mish hugs her up off her stool. A right hand to the pit of Chabert’s stomach doubles her over as Williams stands ready to receive: simple job to muscle Lacey’s face into Mishy’s cleavage from there.

Mishy securing the left arm strong behind Lacey’s head, left hand gripping her right bicep; right hand clutching a fistful of Chabert’s drenched coif. Brawny little clinches and adjustments bring muffled whimpers from Lacey, her hands palming at Mishy’s hips, or cupping those triumphant buttocks. Williams propping her left foot in the ropes leans in, getting more torso-weight onto Chabert and slumping her to a seat on the turnbuckle, Lacey pulling at those brawny blonde shoulders, but there’s no escape, Finally, sated Mish releases, steps aside while wiping her lips with the back of her right hand, staring as Chabert pools forward to lie in stupor, face down on canvas.

But she’s not done just yet. Mishy smiling, sits on her haunches, hands on her thighs as she contemplates a used-up Lacey, then reaches over to bull Chabert onto her back. Deadweight former champ just slumbering, head lolling gently side to side as she’s sloshed about: Willams leans back onto her haunches gropes about in her trunks for what turns out to be smelling salts, takes a whiff herself, then carefully brings Lacey around on her back. Chabert coming-to spluttering & pawing at her face. Willams gently straddles Lacey, sitting on her stomach, carefully pushing her arms out of the way before lowering those all-conquering breasts onto Chabert’s damp, open-mouthed face. Whimpered plea from exhausted Lacey as she’s sealed in darkness again: her hands reaching up to pull weakly at Mishy’s shoulders, or push helpless at the flanks. Again, Lacey’s struggles subside: she lies still and punished beneath the weight of Mish, going out to Williams’ jug.

NOW she hoists herself off of her prey, now she accepts the tiara and jeweled bra for the third time, whimpering a little as the bra is fitted over her still punishment-pink mounds, but it’s a small price to pay. For the first time in three years, the headline will be about her & her alone. No questions about why she can’t slam the door on this one, or if she can still handle this up&comer. For right now, as the crowd is on its feet: The Queen is dead, Long Live the Queen!