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10 July 2009 Eliza Dushku vs Jennifer Love Hewitt

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Posted by simguy on 7/10/2009, 9:01 am

 

BEFORE: Dushku regrouping while the spotlight shines bright over Europe: good chance for the Sheriff to relocate her A game. "Jennifer's grown into a problem at bantam," Eliza acknowledges in prefight. "She's still got flyweight handspeed, but she hits with curvy power and she's very hard to move off her stance. She's not a SERIOUS threat to me, but there are little things I need to do to deny her chances. I fight my fight, she loses - it really is as simple as that." Hewitt no longer thought of as a jumped-up flyweight: she's ready to take on the division's best. "Eliza's not taking punches as well as she used to," Hewitt says, eyes sparkling. "That's just a fact: hurt Eliza, and you've got a real chance to roll her up. I know I can hit harder; I know I can work harder...why wouldn't I win?" Jen in purple bikini; dark hair loose and tangly; black gloves. Eliza in crimson bikini; black gloves; ponytail with ringlets framing face.

 

During R1: Jen forward in sturdy stance, leading stubby right hands to Eliza's chest, turning over hooks. Dushku giving ground in good order - hands up, elbows in - she's blocking, dipping side to side, looking to clip back at advancing Hewitt with either hand. Good pressure from Jen, but she's paying for it: midway through, she walks into a tidy hook to chin, sturdy legs buckling on cue. Eliza immediately to Hewitt's jugs as Dushku goes over to offence: short, hup-hup, rising lefts and rights bunch up Jen's rack, backing her to ropes. Hewitt recovering well, brawling back: she engages Dushku in bitter toe-to-toe late, digging up into Eliza's rack via workmanlike left hands. HAMMER AND TONGS! Dushku doesn't like the jug-mugging, bumping her left shoulder and keeping Hewitt rope-bound, then answering to rack hup-hup-hup. Panting, grunting back and forth as girls lean in close, work offending breasts short-n-shrugging to bell.

 

R2: Gorgeous, pounding right/left to Dushku's middle has her bunching up: Hewitt hooking rack on cue as Eliza's leaning forward. Right uppercut Hewitt kicks Eliza's head back: Dushku grumpy, frowning early as Jen lands hard. Pursuit hooks from Jen as she hops forward, clipping Eliza across her mouth and jugs: Dushku hits ropes, covering up just in time to take a plowing right hand heavy upon her breasts. Hook to liver shakes Eliza up: face pinched, elbows quickly down to protect body - Hewitt shifting weight to right leg as she pulls hooks across Eliza's brows. Dushku punching-with, looking to slug off ropes: Hewitt dips in, pounding a right hand off Eliza's right cheek, sitting Dushku into ropes. OH THE JUG! Hewitt suddenly erupting to rack, pumping up into Eliza's under-rated hooters as Dushku stares in awe. Eliza groaning, trying to clinch: Hewitt stacks her up body-on-body, cramming a right to midsection in the grasp. Hewitt pushes off Eliza, hooks her liver, hooks her breasts: Dushku mouth breathing, guard falling apart as she reaches for Hewitt's arms, trying to tie her up. Jen doing a GREAT job keeping hands free - bumping and pushing off, then pumping amidships, working up-torso to score. Eliza gurgling from body blows, lurching forward to clinch: Jen backing up in good order, lifting punches up into the oncoming body. DUSHKU'S DOWN! Eliza panting on all fours, blinking in shock: she beats the count, reeling wide-eyed at ropes. ON COMES HEWITT! Crashing overhand right smashes Dushku's face aside: Eliza's body goes limp as she slumps into ropes, head lolling. Dushku's hands up by limp - HEWITT'S ROMPING TO JUG! Jen in on that rack, pumping leather up into mitt, overloading poor Dushku's circuits. Eliza sitting in ropes, baring her throat as hands drop to her side - undefended breasts just bunching up under the thump and THE REF STEPS IN! GOOD LORD TKO 2 JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT!

 

After: Hewitt squealing with delight, bouncing away to hug her corner: Dushku ransacked, slumped in shock at ropes, blinking back tears: never in a million years did she see herself going out to Hewitt's Hayek-busting rack attack. Eliza very rickety in aftermath, right hand atop top rope as she gingerly makes her way to her corner...Hewitt and Chabert have other ideas.

 

Jeri's girls intercept Eliza, pushing her ragdoll against ropes, removing her gloves while chatting at each other. Dushku's head lolling, eyes pleading: no help in sight.

 

Jen's first atop her girl, greedily securing Eliza, bending her back over top rope with a faceful of jug. Chabert grinning off to the right of your screen, left hand on Jen's back while keeping a close eye on proceedings. Hewitt shifting up on Eliza - occasionally riding left foot on bottom rope to keep weight forward. Dushku's hands plaintive at Jen's full hips, or pushing at her lats: Eliza just too weak to push free.

 

Jen pulls back, wipes her mouth: Eliza slops forward. Dushku's face pasty, damp - unfocused eyes blinking, lips parted...Chabert moves in as Jen stands to the left of your screen. Hewitt clapping, grinning, staying close to the action as Chabert eagerly secures Eliza, bending her back over top rope. More desperate hand-play from Eliza - pushing at Chabert's ribs, reaching up behind to pull at lightly browned shoulders: no go. Jen clapping, hooting encouragement: Chabert energetic atop her girl, left foot on bottom rope as she's constantly trying to push weight onto her victim.

 

Chabert eventually pulls back, shouting out "WOOO!", hands high as she takes a little strut about while Jen gets back atop Eliza: dim resistance only from Dushku as Hewitt bellies up. More jug for Dushku as Jen's left arm slides in behind the head; left hand cups right bicep; back of the right hand against Eliza's head in a pretty little gesture. On and on - Chabert and Hewitt switching off, being all juggy and chortling, patting each other's ribs and tummies, partying it up on Eliza. Officials FINALLY move to end the carnage: Dushku out, collected by HISC minions and led away all limp and jug-shocked

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