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Posted by Simguy on 9/27/2003, 8:58 am.

Before: “I was the one all along saying how there was more to Elisha than met the eye,” explains Dushku in pre-fight, “I stand by that. She just went hard rounds with Demi Moore, she’s never quit--I’ve got a little respect for her. Not a LOT of course--I’m still gonna put major boot to ass when we hook up--but I like the kid.” Always tough to tell whether Sheriff’s being serious or not. Cuthbert pumped and ready to hold up the bantam end of a mini-Krusher/HISC war. “Eliza’s looking chub-by!” Sings a grinning challenger. “Seriously--I feel like Dushku’s never been the same since I tore up her body, and I can’t wait to get back in there and finish what I started. I’m leaving Eliza shabby, I’m taking her belt and me and Brittany are gonna mop up the ring with these over-rated HISC stiffs!” White bikini Elisha, red leather bikini Eliza.

During R1: Both girls grinning--meeting midring Eliza showing respect by boxing--keeping Cuthbert at the end of the jab, changing directions and using the ring at a fairly brisk pace. Cuthbert stalking, jabbing some to the chest, but lunging in--Dushku able to face back, sidesteps, keep order with her feet in a tactical first.

R2: Cuthbert still trying to close distance--Dushku showing ability to fight in retrreat, walking ‘Lishy into an assortment of straight lead rights, crisp check-hooks, and the stinging jab. Midway through--Dushku rolls with Elisha’s right, comes back a slinging right on the mouth, puts the hook up top and Cuthbert’s stepping in fence post holes. Big smile Dushku--she peppers Elisha up around ears and skull with a swatting flurry, then DIGS RIB the hook, bending Cuthbert’s frame as the blonde stays covered up around her head. Sheriff knuckling up on blonde shoulders, getting Lisha to baby step backwards--brunette getting strong on her girl at the bell.

R3: Beautiful counterpunching first minute for Dushku--anticipating Elisha’s rushes, fading back, pounding in a sneaky lead right, interrupting Cuthbert with sudden jabs--Cuthbert constantly brought upshort as she lunges in, Midway through--Eliza standing in the pocket--she blocks a looping Cuthbert right, lights her up an immediate right uppercut poke on the chin, steps to the side to let Cuthbert stumble to all fours! Eliza smiling, loving it in the neutral corner--Elisha takes 8. Dushku relaxed, left hand dangling, right at her stomach--she’s leaning forward at the waist, daring ‘Lishy to punch, then SCORCHING her when she does. Supple torso movement, lashing hooks, thunderbolt rights straight up the middle--Dushku makes Cuthbert miss and carves her up with unspeakable malice to the bell. Elisha ALL busted up, bleeding from the nose and mouth, badly disoriented--she stumbles to the wrong corner until a grinning Eliza steers her right with an arm around the waist.

R4: Shutout Eliza Dushku. Cuthbert struggling forward, flat footed, reacting poorly to punches and feints, but trying to land--Eliza’s undressing her with cool, cruel dispatch. Dushku blocking high with either r hand and countering suddenly to her foe’s dimpled chin--constantly ringing Cuthbert up with precision pokes, stepping to the side. Drawing things out. Sheriff not pouring it on--just getting her touches, unhinging Cuthbert’s knees, then stepping away, letting the blonde trudge forward. Heartless.

R5: Dushku flat footed, flicking a lazy jab at Cuthbert’s eyes, then covering up, effortlessly rolling punches as Elisha clubs and claws at brunette shoulders and guard. Eliza answering back flush--expertly taking on her arms, then clipping Cuthbert’s chin, spilling her dazed to the ropes yet again. D wading in, pressing up to expose the torso--thumping body work ensues as champ punches up into challenger’s lungs. D cleaning up on those wholesome blonde jugs at the bell, leaving Elisha hugging herself in pain. Demure smile Eliza as she struts away.

R6: Patient Dushku first minute--jabs bringing Cuthbert to heel, steering her midring, banging away on her eyes and breaking her down. By the second minute, blonde’s defense is ashambles--champ starts dropping meanspirited right hands, rocking back ‘Lishy’s head, wobbling her buttocks as she staggers to right herself. Cuthbert pushing back leather--either missing as Eliza wheels away, or getting blocked and banged as Dushku punishes the body late. Eliza talking it up with the one-way body work, letting Elisha heart it.

R7: Cuthbert rally! Elisha queried by the ref during the break and cussing the man out--no sign of quit as she storms off her stool and brawls on heart alone. Dushku all covered up, but not answering back--she’s blocking head shots, but Cuthbert’s finally waging ear on that gut, really rotating her shoulders and bouncing mitt of midriff. Final minute, Dushku being pelted against the topes and ‘LISHY GOES JUG! Cuthbert pinning back her ears, baring her teeth and chugging away lusty at Eliza’s underrated melons and CUTHBERT”S HURT! Sudden, clanging counter hook as slugging blonde leaves herself WIDE open--she’s reeling left, hounded in retreat as Dushku steps and spits straight right hands to the right side of woozy blonde head. Cuthbert hits the ropes shabby, covers up hurt--Dushku mopping up underneath with cascading rights and lefts on the left. Champ steals Elisha’s best round--takes the no-hitter into the 8th, and bellows into Cuthbert’s drowsy face at the bell.

R8: Cuthbert’s defiance wince-making--legs are gone, reflexes shot--she’s stepping forward all covered up, looking to slug, getting picked apart. Eliza still boxing the early part of the rounds, tamping ‘Lishy down with steady, disciplined stick, then, when the blonde’s broken down--brunette picks her spots to edge in. Dushku fitting right hands to the body, sidestepping with a hand in Lishy’s back--Cuthbert stumbling around, really getting shown up as Eliza gets classy. Round ends to the sight of Dushku beating right hands over and over to the body--Cuthbert paralyzed, drooped forward behind her gloves and taking sulky.

R9: Dushku grinning, lapping up the dregs--this is hard to watch. Cuthbert struggling forward, still punching--Eliza blocks a right an d shoves a heartless right to the pit of the stomach, cooing “OOOOOOHHHH!’ in mock sympathy as Cuthbert pitches forward in agony. Dushku polishing up her girl’s flanks--banging away toe to toe, gouging her gloves in behind Elisha’s elbows,. Dushku rolling her shoulders to alternate tight left/right uppercuts between the gloves, knocking back Cuthbert’s battered, drowsy face as she lolls forward. On and on and on. At the bell, Dushku palms and punches a helpless blonde at the ropes, chopping away at those plump melons with nothing coming back, “Baby!” Eliza shrieks into Elisha’s unresponsive face at the bell, clapping a healthy chunk of buttock to punctuate a brutal round.

R10: Dushku jabbing at Elisha’s swollen eyes--pounding back Cuthbert’s head as blonde faces into punishment, hands dumb at her chest. Dushku graduating to the body, leaning in close and digging home the hooks--groggy groan and trembling leg shimmy from Cuthbert as she crumples, reaching around Eliza to clinch. Brunette twisting Elisha in the grasp, bodying her to the topes, pushing for room and working--just touching Elisha up, keeping her pulverized and paralyzed with just the right amount of hurt. Elisha wrapping up around arms and head, but too badly battered to really stop the champ--Sheriff writhing her way free, using her extended left elbow to reset and cranking away short left/rights to the bell.  Cuthbert out ion her feet, but goes the route--Dushku straightens to let the blonde droop forward--champ accepting the beaten girl’s head and gloves on her chest with a satisfied smirk. 10-0 rout--Eliza Dushku.

After: Cuthbert beaten unrecognizable--she won’t be making the post-fight party tonight. Dushku at her cold-hearted best--running the table on her blonde, knocking her down and busting her up--hurting her almost each and every round, Gloating champ almost carrying a huddled and broken Cuthbert to her corner, presenting the shellshocked blonde to an ashen-faced Janet Jones. “I’d like to return this item,.” jokes Eliza to the unappreciative Jones. “I think it’s broken.” Ouch.

Reposted by Archer 6/3/11.