Posted by Simguy on 9/30/2005, 6:52 am.

Before: JLH serious in preflight: pink glossy lipstick, very dark mascara’d eyes, pink tshirt with white letters across the chest J M D--shirt a dire prediction for young Kunis. “Is that supposed to scare me?” Mila gestures over in Jen’s general direction without looking over. “Please! I’ve sparred with girls twice as strong as Hewitt and 10 times prettier--why would I be intimidated by punch drunk has -been?”

Hewitt gob smacked by Kunis’ lack of respect--Mila getting under Jen’s skin the way Lancaster irked Richards, “I’m going to batter this kid,” Jennifer promises at the dais, “really work her over. I’m talking hard knockout--the kind where a girl dangles on the rope all helpless, talking punches? That’s what I’m giving Mila. And when she’s out, that’s when the show’s gonna start--trust me boys!”

Hewitt is lucky white string bikini, white shoes./socks, small white gloves--Mila in white bandeau with pretty pink and blue floral print, white shoes/socks, small white gloves,

Hewitt refusing to touch gloves, glaring frosty-eyed at Kunis: Mila puppyish, jiggling up and down to keep loose--she brushes her mitt against Jen’s belly to touch up SOMEYTHING, turning quickly aay before Hewitt can respond.

During R1: Jen on her toes, face set in stone: left hand drawing little circles out in front; right hand chest high, palm down. She’s bippin’ and boppin’--short poking jabs, or cuffing hooks as she steps in and out--Kunis crouching, dukes up, on the defensive. Then Hewitt starts in with the right hands: jab/chop-right--vicious, hacking one-twos. Kunis catching face-spank, backing up--Jen right with her, short, sharp, crisp two-beat punching upstairs and KUNIS GOES DOWN! Mila up quickly, shaking her head--blood already trickling from her nostril as she stares all wide-eyed. Hewitt stalking neutral corner, wades in cold-blooded, bounces back into her ready stance and continues to stalk with that extended left hand drawing little menacing circles. Kunis rattled, but responding like a fighter--she tries to come forward, but Jen backpedals well, cuffing Mila’s ear check-hooks, then drilling her that short, chopping right hand on the teeth. Mila goes back? Jen steps with, finding her with needlepoint jabs, cuffing/scraping her hooks, darting her right hands. Final minute--Mila glassy-eyed, soaking up a series of hook/right hands against her face--KUNIS TAKES A KNEE! Jennifer nostrils flaring, glaring down--Mila panting, gathering herself and HEWITT CLOUTS HER CHEAP! Jen with a meanspirited swinging right pastes Mila while she’s down--ref moves in--bell clangs to end the round--chaos reigns as Hewitt collects warnings.

R2: Hewitt out scowling, sullen, attacking. Balls of her feet, that menacing left hand constantly seeking out with swatting hooks or chipping jabs, then right hands stepped in hard, short and choppy. Mila on her heels, not moving her head well--she’s just taking too much clean clout  on her face and she’s DOWN AGAIN before she can get her bearings. Mila sitting up pretty, back to ropes--ref getting a body on Jen to push her back this time before she can treat herself to extra Mila while she’s down. Fight resumes--Jen starting to rout Mila--Kunis reeling along the apron, taking sheets of leather--Hewitt’s forward momentum becoming irresistible as she chases her foe down, punches her hard, then gets after her again as Kunis staggers away. Final minute, Jennifer stepping-with Mila along the ropes, leads a left hand on the mouth, comes back a hook on the cheek, sees Mila’s stunned again and doubles up that hook to swivel Kunis’ head. Mila sits in strands, hands outstretched in don’t-hurt-me gesture and JENNIFER PILES ON! Hewitt snarling, pinning her ears back and FLINGING rights and lefts in--she bludgeons Mila sideways, dropping Kunis to all fours and PILES ON TOP OF THE LITTLE BRUNETTE! Mila shoved flat--Jen a-straddle the buttocks and she’s DIGGING AWAY RIGHT HANDS TO KIDNEY! Jen pumping, tip of her tongue pink against her lower lip as she diligently hammers her foe--ref bodily lifting the little brute off her foe and carrying her kicking and yelping to her corner. Kunis more bewildered than hurt--asking her cornere what the hell? Touchstone guys shrieking at the ref to rein Hewitt in.

R3: Jennifer on the balls of her feet, cold-blooded expression wavering as she continues her chopping in-out attack, Mila just not doing anything defensively--too easy for Hewitt to find her, cuff or poke her, then drill her the hard right Hand--Jen banging away, backing Kunis up and DROPPING HER TO THE SEAT OF HER TRUNKS around the minute mark! Hewitt jogging away, jugs a-jumping--she’s got this thing, she’s glowing with conquest as plucky Kunis hauls her rump off the deck. ON COMES JEN! Hewitt brawling now,  left hand in the small gloves grabbing Mila’s bandeau, tugging  her to, and chopping away rights to drive Mila across the ring! Kunis hit’s the far ropes, gobbling leather but MILA FIGHTS BACK! Kunis enraged, starts chopping back short right hand even as Jen’s gripping that bandeau--momentarily derailing Hewitt’s attack. Jen flustered--trying to duck down as punches take her in the cheek/ear--other hand comes up to grab at the bandeau as KUNIS GOES TO TOWN! Mila baring her teeth, slugging away righty and CHOPPING HEWITT TO HER KNEES! Jennifer bludgeoned, ashen-faced and MILA’S STILL POUNDING AWAY! Kunis with her left reaching down to Jen’s shoulder, right bouncing off the top of Jen’s skull and upper back--ref has to pull Mila away as dazed Hewitt takes 8! BRAWL! Mila wades in--Jen slugs her way off the ropes,,,and Kunis hammers her back down in crazy trade of mindless lefts and rights. Hewitt getting out-punched, finally covers up against the ropes and MILA ROMPS TO JUG! Kunis taking advantage of Jen’s distress, chugging up into that heaving rack with lusty left/right uppercuts--she’s still pumping at the bell--ref has to coax seething Mila off her foe.

R4: Constant brawling--constant warnings as action grows brutal, mindless and chaotic. Hewitt tugging bandeau and slugging. Kunis headlocking Jen with the left and slugging her the right. Mila absorbing Jen’s punches better now--getting used to the zip, keeping her feet now when Hewitt rips chin. Jen baring her teeth, clanging away--she’s scoring liberally with hooks and right hands, now more of uppercutting swing rather than the short, angular chopping she was using earlier. More body work from both women now as they lean in closer together and fight mouth-on-shoulder. Fight settling into a crowd-pleasing toe-to-toe pace--no let up from either woman as the bell:  ref is going to have to enforce the breaks. Jen outlasting Kunis, though both pitch the same in a furious fourth.

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Posted by Simguy on 9/30/2005, 6:53 am.

R5: Similar stuff--girls looking to set up shoulder-to-shoulder, taking turns digging, bumping, chugging. When Jen’s outside using her class or jab, Mila can really compete: she’s banging away nicely, pinking up Jen’s ribs, squirting little uppies to chin, backing Hewitt up, Jennifer grimacing--jugs are being constantly swatted and kneaded and Kunis has a knack for fitting punches into open swatches of rib or belly close in. Mila the harder working vixen this round, backing Jen up with dousing volume--it’s Kunis still punching after the bell, drawing hot warnings from the ref.

R6:   Jennifer charges the ring, tackles Kunis into her home turnbuckles and works her over bell to bell. Mila covering up and digging in: she’s temporarily overwhelmed as Jennifer chooses to surge this round. Hewitt working underneath with pumping, chugging two-gun digs. Hewitt working round the flanks, tucking in punches behind the elbows. Hewitt swabbing the back when Mila leans forward and trying for uppercuts to split the mitts. Kunis covered up nice and tight rides it out fairly well--still coughs up a shutout beating. Hewitt hauled off after the bell as she’s still clanging away, but her blood is up: while Kunis is taking her stool and getting worked on-Jen assaults a ring card girl, punching her thick in the paunch and taking the big number 7 card! Jen over to Kunis corner and HEWITT PROCEEDS TO WHACK MILA OVER THE HEAD WITH THE BOARD! Mila startled, disrupted rather than hurt--officials quickly gather Hewitt in and usher her to her corner as boos cascade down a veterans uncharacteristic hooliganism.

R7,8,9: Hard slogging, every inch of canvas fought for bas though precious to both women. They writhe in close and squirm punches. Breath comes out hot and panting as tousles rub and shoulders bump. Must be said: Jen the better, harder vixen in the exchanges, but Kunis proving her mettle. Mila never backing down unless forcibly made to do so--she’s making Jennifer work for every point she gets. Hewitt separating herself just a smidge with the odd sidestep or pivot, finding ways to wrong-foot Mila, getting angles ion her inside--veteran getting in the extra punch as a result of these little movers. Constant warnings for holding and hitting, both vixens--ref working up a sweat pushing them apart and barking his orders: neither seems to know the man’s there, wading back into one another’s cruel embraces for more work.

R10: Hard brawling tenth identical to much of the foregoing, but Mila making a statement for the future by slowly taking over the round. Hewitt worked in stages t the ropes, steadily worn down by digging waist punches--her mouth’s open, eyes a little misty as she tries to bog Mila down in clinches. Kunis tugging her arms free, staying on top and she’s gong to jug with single-minded determination. Hewitt trying to cover, accepting reality now: Mila in there close, laying her cheek on Jen’s shoulder and just trying to shrug on up underneath. One girl greedily trying to knead and dig her way into another’s treasures--Hewitt rump sullen in the ropes as she’s worked over sweaty to the bell. And beyond! Mila won’t let up until physically pulled back--hot, shrieking words exchanged as both vixens struggle to get at one another in the aftermath, Comes back UD10 Jen Hewitt.

After: Love Hewitt looking unstoppable early--really showing sharp form, no rust after long layoff, but plucky Mila able to coax Jen into a more bruising slugfest to take away veteran advantages. “Once I got used to her power, I felt like I held my own,“ a puffy, sore, but upbeat Kunis chirps in post fight. “She hits hard for her size, but not as hard as they say-she’s probably more."

 JENNIFER JUMPS IN! Hewitt enraged, disrupting the Kunis post-fight with a back-jumping ambush--she twists Kunis around, collapses to  canvas, locking her heels behind Mila’s back to hold her in full-body grip--Kunis’ right hand pushing desperately at Jen’s hip as Hewitt cinches up the reverse sleeper, sealing Kunis’ face TIGHT! Crowd screaming--stupefied officials standing around--Jen flexing and squeezing ion Mila--Kunis’ panicky legs bicycling piteously on the canvas--what a horror show, FCBA officials pulling at Jen’s arm, but she’s all locked in--glaring at them like some wild animal as she clamps and clamps. Finally--Touchstone fighters and even Natalie Portman of all people come in and POUR punches and kick’s at Jen’s left arm, back, left thigh, finally hammering loose the hold and pulling a blubbery, shiny-faced Kunis to freedom. Savage, senseless attack, but at least everyone knows Jenny’s still alive and kicking!

Reposted by Archer  on 1/17/11.