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13 Janaury 2006 Elisha Cuthbert vs Julianne Moore

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Posted by Simguy in 1/13/2006, 6:42 am.

Before: Moore relishing the opportunity to turn back one of Hollywood’s hottest ingénues--veteran redhead feels overlooked, underappreciated by FCBA matchmakers. “This is a good showcase for me,” says Julianne in preflight. “Elisha’s a strong young puncher--plenty of moxie: taking her down in just what I need to be taken more seriously around here.” Cuthbert under new management (The Mountees), still trying to find her identity in the ring: feisty blonde has shown flashes of brilliance, but lacking the consistency to crack the elite ranks. “I’m the girl who beat up Eliza Dushku and knocked Jolene Blalock out cold,” Elisha reminds the press corps. “I know I can be special if I’m given the chance. Moore’s made to order for me: no woman her age can hang with Elisha Cuthbert once I get into my groove!” Elisha in white bikini, Julianne in black lace push up and panties: white gloves, both vixens.

During R1: Cuthbert stomping out, looking to plant and punch--Julianne mesmerizing as she steals blonde thunder with wonderful pre-emptive boxing. Moore smiling confidently, tendrils of hair in the corner of her mouth as she scoots in and out--startling ‘Lish jabs, feinting her, rocking her looping right hand hard on the temple. Moore stepping around Cuthbert, turning her midring, darting in to bump that tummy right/left and work up-torsi to cash in youthful jug. Step outside, pivot--Julianne tarting Elisha up with crisp tic-tiac-toe--Cuthbert constantly late on receipts, constantly wrong-footed. Easy breezy shutout Moore--she sends strong-legged blonde sullen, frowning to her corner.

R2: Similar stuff--Cuthbert aggressive but wildly ineffective in the opening minute: Moore stepping in and out, changing directions, finding Cuthbert’s face the jab and looping potshot right hands off feints. Down the stretch, Elisha pinking up nicely, but undaunted--she’s still trudging forward, pawing her jab to locate Jules. BIG RIGHT HAND ELISHA! Cuthbert stepping and winging, bounces a bomb off top of Moore’s head, buckling redhead legs and staggering her into ropes. Cuthbert plows in all blonde tousle and buff shoulders--bumping and rubbing up before chugging away to rummy and chug to steal the round late.

R3: Julianne wary, but still classy--stepping lively in either direction, spearing the jab full into ‘Lisha’s breast or more, then scooting out of range. Cuthbert scowling, but more convinced than ever Julianne can’t hurt her--blonde relentless in her pursuit, sweeping wide lefts and rights loud to Julianne’s shoulders and flanks, buffeting Moore off balance. Even round on the cards--Moore;s savvy confounding Cuthbert at times, but Elisha the clear aggressor.

R4: Cuthbert batting mitts together, storming across the ring--she’s swinging hard for the fences and Moore’s composure starts to crack under pressure. Ringing right hand blast caroms off Julianne’s left temple, jerking her a quarter turn to the right, sending her baby stepping sideways. Concussive left lands behind the right ear moments late. Cudgeling Moore to her left. Julianne concerned, dazed--she’s trying to dance the perimeter, but ham handed blonde slugging has redhead knees weak. Cuthbert able to body-up, press Julianne to ropes and make her work: Moore cringing, face-in-gloves as she stoops forward, shuddering under Elisha’s thudding body work. Cuthbert loving it, bashing away at the waist and flanks behind Moore’s elbows; picking Moore’s rack up jerky uppercuts in tight; constantly muscling and pushing up on Moore. Julianne sagging, breathless at the bell--she’s shopworn on her stool, grimacing throughout the break.

R5: Julianne cagey off the ropes. She shows face-in-gloves a lot, tipping forward, rolling her torso or turning her shoulders side to side to blunt the incoming. Nothing coming back however--Cuthbert able to set her feet, punch lusty at the target without fear of reprisal--she can’t lose the fight getting off at the ropes like this. Bell to bell beat down--Elisha not concerned with accuracy--she’s happy to shell Julianne’s biceps, flanks, waistline, Blonde responding to corner’s instructions, reaching on Julianne and pulling down her guard, then clouting her breasts and chin as Moore wallows ropeside.

R6; Poor Julianne’s hurt again--winging right hand blast skids across her forehead as she’s trying to duck--redhead legs rebel, propelling Moore ropeside. Cuthbert bouncing in all puppies and lollipops--happily pounding away on Moore’s arms, body-laying down a relentless softening barrage. Elisha’s wild and wide at midring when girls are at distance, but she shortens up nicely with Moore at the ropes, digging into Julianne with impressive leverage, drawing gusts of tired breath from the older lass. Julianne finally answering back from the pocket late--nice shoulder to shoulder, compact, two-way trading at the bell as the girls take turns with six-inch right uppercuts and hooks inside.

R7: Julianne still making Elisha miss midring--blonde baring her teeth, grunting as she sweeps haymakers--redhead anticipating well, is never there to take a flush blow. Fight graduates inside: Cuthbert does better--Moore hardpressed to deal with blonde shoulder to shoulder, toe to toe, Julianne using cutes--pushing ‘Lish behind either elbow to turn her inside, pivoting around her, tieing up her arms to slow the action. Cuthbert’s shoulders rotating--she just wants her forehead on some part of Julianne’s fists churning, feet coming forward. Another drawn round--but Moore clearly wearing down: more and more she’s simply denying Elisha rather than imposing will on the blonde.

R8: Cuthbert swinging away midring--glancing blows off the pate frighten Julianne ropeside: she covers up earmuff. Elisha swinging with vigor--smashing overhand rights against the upper back, back of the head; robust hooks wide loud to the gut. Moore destitute--clinching desperately--blonde just a wriggling little wrecking ball in there, smearing her foe against the ropes. Julianne absorbing a bad beating now--Cuthbert reaching in to palm the biceps back, reaping a harvest of tummy, tits and chin with short, clouting lefts and rights--Moore’s lights dimming, mouth open as she sponges sock. Down the stretch, desperate Julianne punching-with and LIGHTING ELISHA UP! Crisp right and left uppercuts find Elisha’s wide open chin, finally wobbling blonde backside! Cuthbert stumbling backwards, eyes wide with shock--Julianne treats herself to a step-in, sidearm-hauled right hand wide and fat to Elisha’s belly, doubling Cuthbert over with a sob at the bell.

R9: Cuthbert shaking off Julianne’s power, roaring out like it’s the first round: you can see the dismay in Moore’s tired eyes as she fades to the ropes, covers up earmuff to absorb her beating. Elisha leaning in, using heels of her hands to puuuush Julianne upright by her shoulders; squirming to reach in under Julianne’s arms to prevent her guard from forming; stuffing punches into freckled tummy, offending rack, clouting that chin with short punches AND forehead--scrub. Moore exhausted, sitting on the ropes--she’s being steam-pressed, pulled at, bullied--all she can do to form up some semblance of a blocking guard and counter back with the odd hook or uppercut at the wide-open blonde. Cuthbert ignoring Moore’s punches: it’s all about what Elisha wants to do now. Bell: Julianne haggard, hair disheveled, eyes lidded; Cuthbert grinning, hopping back to her corner, ready for more redhead.

R10: Julianne spikes Elisha charging in a pre-emptive right hand, reloads and gets it again as Cuthbert stubbornly tries to come forward without regrouping, and gets it AGAIN as Cuthbert’s tottering ion the spot in shock. Julianne grim-faced, hopping forward and twisting to pull a clanging hook to “Lisha’s chin: blonde tumbles backward into ropes with dreamy eyes, but Moore STILL can’t get off her feet. Elisha digging in, setting strong legs--Moore squares away to work. Where Elisha was effervescent, Moore is icy and selective, fitting cruel hooks in under the elbow to sank that liver; nipping right/left uppercuts against the guard and face; pounding right hands to the hip so hard Julianne’s arm shakes on delivery. Good thumping stuff, but Cuthbert just too rugged--she soaks it up, manages to clinch and maul down the stretch to send this thing to the cards. Comes back UD10 Elisha Cuthbert.

After: Elisha puffy, but beaming; good solid win for her over a well-respected veteran. Moore ragged, disconsolate--obviously the more skillful beauty, but unable to get Cuthbert’s respect with power--Julianne simply pushed aside on the cards by a more willful vixen in this one.

Reposted by 7/1/11.

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