Pt 1

Originally posted by Simguy on 1/11/2008, 10:05 pm

Before: “Jenny’s dangerous,” Eliza admits at the podium, “She split with Connelly and McAdams—fought those fights very hard: she’s a threat at bantam. When I have a legitimate fighter in front of me, I usually step up my game, and that’s what’s going to happen here. I’ll box Jenny, take her into deep water, then break her down. There’s no room in my timetable this year for a loss to Jennifer McCarthy: there’s not going to be any drama in this one. It’s gonna be me, on her, minute after minute, beating the fight out of her. Sorry, jenny00guess you’ll just have to make it up next time.”

McCarthy brazen in rebuttal: “All I ask is that you step up your game the way you did for Pressly,” Mac quips, scalding Eliza with the still-painful reminder. “You sure looked good that night, E—had your ’A’ game together all right.  Baby, when I’m done with you, they’re gonna have to make up a doggy bag for the Wolf Pack, You’re gonna get beat, you’re gonna get hurt and you’re gonna get embarrassed. This is NOT going to be your night Eliza—that’s a guarantee!”

Jenny Mac in gunmetal blue bikini, boy cut leg; small white gloves. Eliza in crimson leather bikini, small black gloves; ponytail with ringlets framing face.

During R1: Intense, professional exchanges. Girls leaning in on front feet (the left), dukes up at temples, taking turns backing o9ut short, snappy combinations. Eliza digs a pair of hooks to Jenny’s rightside ribs. Jenny scrapes a left uppercut against Eliza’s guard, then hooks her ear. Eliza buggy-whips a right in above Jenny’s left hip. Jenny digs a shrugging right/left uppercut combot to Eliza’s tidy rack. Crisp back and forth—both vixens bobbing at the waist and avoiding the worst of it, but both scoring plenty in harsh toe-to-toe, Jenny’s round: she’s a little busier, throwing and landing more.

R2: Similar forward leans, midring, dukes up: Eliza’s working Jenny’s body. Very crisp, well placed shots—hooks and right hands bouncing hot off Jenny’s waistline. Eliza diligent, working the gut, working i9n behind the elbows, working the jugs—wide shots, batting shots, digging short shots, shrugging shots. Mac grunting, lips grimacing off her teeth—she’s tilting forward into it, turning as Eliza swivels to fresh angles, but blonde’s not answering. Midway through, Dushku fits a gouging left uppercut to solar plexus, punching the wind from Jenny: Dushku cleaning up a pair of buggy-whip right hands to flank, but Jenny’s already easing herself down to one knee. Mac taking a hard blow through pursed lips, really hurt to the body—but she’s up at 8. Dushku jabs blonde to ropes, straps a fat right across gut, gets up and in with a pair of left hooks to double Jenny over butt-in-ropes. Tight-punching mop up—Dushku on McCarthy: Jenny just earmuffed up, legs trembling as Eliza swabs lumbar for a warning at the bell.

R3: Determined Dushku body work backs Jenny to ropes again: blonde teeth bared in pain, rigid earmuff in place as she stoops forward hurt. Eliza busy, but thorough—twitching her hips side to side, grunting as she buries hard leather into Jenny’s bruising flanks. Dushku flushed with effort, face contorting as she twists torso-right to lift the hook home: Mac fielding sumptuous, banging body leather from a hungry Sheriff. Eliza working both sides of the plate—palming Jenny in her shoulders to reset—scrubbing away side to side on that Playmate-sized rack: Mac taking a real beating here, but sponging it tuff. Jenny not all that useful against the ropes—she’s just gritting her teeth, gutting it out, sponging, punches and trusting her body to ride this out. Bell: Dushku flashes a hard smile, pushing up off Jenny contempt.

R4: Dushku hopping across the ring, engaging with her jab, driving Jenny to ropes near blonde corner. More ringadingdong body punching, Eliza to Jenny: Mac just paralyzed—dukes at temples, torso crumbling forward as she sops up another drubbing. Dushku pushing in with left shoulder/extended left elbow, bodying Jenny upright, then welting her anew—nice brawny mix of pushing and punching helping to keep Jenny stunned. E coming off the midsection with carving left uppercuts and the odd tomahawk overhand right to ear—just enough to keep jenny disoriented. E squiriming in close, then swiping tidy hooks across Jmac rack: scrumptious jug-mugging drawing hoots of approval as jenny groans in protest. Bell: Dushku pushing off Jenny again: Mac looking bedraggedly, badly weakened by sustained body work.

R5: Dushku across the ring strong: Jenny hooks Eliza’s crotch, receives gasping brunette into strong embrace, walking brunette back in the clinch. Ropes—Jenny on top: McCarthy pounding away lefts and rights to breadbasket, then cupping Eliza behind the head while bodying her into ropes. Dushku mouthbreathing, eyes frowning shut as she takes her beating: Mac very strong on her, doing a lot of bumping and jostling in amongst the punches. Jenny digging at Eliza’s paunch with both hands, then working up-torso to pound that rack: vindictive blonde hammering her foe’s jugs tit-for-tat to take the fifth.

DUSHKU/MCCARTHY conc.

Originally posted by Simguy on 1/11/2008, 10:05 pm/

R6: Midring, glorious toe-to-toe, Eliza immediately hooks Jenny’s trunks in reprisal, then hooks her jugs, Jenny groans, but firms, leaning in close to lift a thumping right/left into Eliza’s gu8ts. Eliza shoulder-bumps blonde off, hooks her mouth with a tight, rolling delivery—Dushku turning to her right and dipping down on follow through. Slam-bang back and forth—crowd delirious for it: both beauties selling her souls to land hard. Slowly, but surely, Eliza gets the upper hand, stunning Jenny with a cute hook-off-the-jab, followed by a hesitation right when Mac doesn’t immediately answer. Jenny put wobbly butt, staggering backwards to ropes; she’s hurt, she digs in butt-in ropes, earmuffing up to soak, Eliza salts away a close sixth, again drawing warning for reefing repeat hooks which catch too much of Jenny’s back as blonde cringes forward.

R7: Jenny hooks Eliza’s crotch, but it’s all business—Dushku just biting down on a whimper as she crumples forward behind her mitts, then answers back with clean hooks to Jenny’s midsection. Girls trade rising rights and lefts to offending racks—huffing and puffing with the effort of mugging those jugs. Then it’s back to turn-taking—girls covering up, tilting forward while the other claws and swipes away, teeth bared. Just enough defence—girls willing to be hit, but protecting themselves against home-run chinchecks: both trusting sturdy midsections to hold up. Eliza with a little step-right gets an angle off Jenny’s left shoulder: Dushku just DIGGING short lefts to gut/rights to back/hip—snatching at blonde meat, bringing the dukes back to Eliza’s chest to reset. Jenny mouthbreathing, agonized—once again, Eliza’s body punching shuts the blonde down late, salting away points for Dushku.

R8: Girls bump shoulders—businesslike little hook to Jenny’s crotch as Eliza gets her payback, The it’s in like pros—shoulder to shoulder—sweating grunting, bumping work. Both featuring short gouging little hooks underneath, plying tummy and solar plexus. Eliza reserving her right hand for cute outside-in right uppercuts, picking up Jenny’s mouth. Mac’s right hand using wide and overhand, clubbing Eliza about her ear. They dip and bob, bump and step-right—fighters staying in constant contact without a single clinch. Jenny wearing Eliza out to the midsection and tits this round: it’s Dushku grimacing, unable to punch down the stretch. Bell: tempers flare as girls chest up and push, bringing ref in.

R9: Shopworn beauties achy off their stools: savage attrition has both girls wincing near exhaustion. Eliza closes behind her jab, hooking off it, then dropping in a short right: Jenny fielding punches off her face in between raised mitts. Gorgeous hook takes Jenny in he tummy-she bends forward while backing away visibly distraught. Eliza wades in, hooks the body again, pushing Jenny in her shoulders: blonde hits ropes, head lolling slightly. Dushku in with her left shoulder, bumping Jenny, then hooking her agonized midsection again: Jenny’s tummy bright pink trembling from Eliza’s nonstop commitment. Dushku digging—pivoting right to get that angle off Jenny’s left shoulder—working over tummy and left hip. McCarthy sobbing out, knees buckling, but sturdy blonde just won’t go, Final minute, McCarthy drawing on unguessed reserves brawls her way off ropes: walking barrage of lefts and rights bounces off Eliza’s sleepy face. Backing her to midring. Groggy hammer and tongs—both girls pitching from their hips, trying to be the last woman standing at bell.

R10: Slow walk to midring—both girls grimacing: they lean in with left shoulders, sluggishly rubbing in close and getting back to work. They bump-and-hook, each mindlessly digging at the other’s tummy. Dushku starts doubling her hook snappy at the minute mark, touching Jenny preemptively in her gut, then swatting her jugs. Eliza a little cuter on follow through, protecting herself by bending her torso to the side: Jenny’s starting to spray receipts, missing over the top, Eliza stepping right, getting that angle for her right hand over Jenny’s left hip: savage hacks paralyzing blonde, crippling her—this is agonizing to watch. Jenny gnashing her teeth, but SO stubborn: hurt to the body, she’s still rallying, hooking and hooking back at her tormentress’ stomach.2 minutes in—girls laying in mouth on shoulder, taking a rest: Eliza shoulder-bumps Jenny back a smidge, tucks the shortest, tidiest of hooks into Mac’s liver. Jenny blurts in pain, doubles over, backs away and TAKES A KNEE! Eliza bellowing “YEAH!” at the sight, her composure cracking. Jenny welling up, hugging her battered body and BEATING THE COUNT! Jenny up at 9, swaying on the spot, still hugging herself as the ref asks her if shed like to quit. Jenny waving Eliza on in. Dushku licking her lips, wades forward to finish her blonde. GLORIOUS HAMMER AND TONGS! Jenny smites Eliza’s chin a right, buckling Dushku’s legs: Eliza back with a right off her thigh to Jenny’s chin, then a left-hand push in the chest and ANOTHER right, belting Jenny’s head over top ropes. Jenny out on her feet, slops a wide right upside Eliza’s head—they’re just wailing away groggy at the bell, Comes back UD10 Eliza Dushku!

After: Both girls swaying on the spot as decision is announced: Jenny cringing as though gut kicked, hugging herself unconsciously and walking away in a fog. Eliza blubbering in exultation—very emotional Sheriff digs down, pulls out one of her grittiest performances in turning back a very tough and determined Jmac tonight. Fellow pack members showing unusual concern for Dushku—immediately coming to her side and guiding her to stool: brutal, brutal fight tonight momentarily overcoming pettier concerns.

Reposted by Archer 7/27/09.