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4 April 2008 Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Jewel Kilcher

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 pt1

Posted by simguy on 4/4/2008, 7:49 am"




Before: some spirited shoving during photoshoots; neither girl real comfortable with the other too close - doesn't explode into full blown brawls, but tempers do flare. "This isn't a JMD contest," Jewel declares in prefight, "because Hewitt knows she doesn't measure up and doesn't want that kind of black mark on her record. I'll box her because it's the right thing to do with Jen at this point in her career - but that doesn't mean I couldn't just wade in and bang her out if I wanted. She'd be crazy to swap with me and she knows it." Hewitt non-plussed - couldn't be less impressed by Jewel. "I'll be honest with all of you," Jen says from the podium. "Jewel's a stay-busy fight for me - nothing more. I'm going to work on some things, shake a little rust - I'm not worried at all about what she is or isn't going to do: this is about me and what I want to do. Oh, but IF I did want to bang JMD with her? Please: Jewel wouldn't last 2 rounds with me - and SHE knows THAT." Kilcher in sporty navy bottoms; pale blue denim vest that tucks her in tight and pushes her up right; white mitts. Jen in black silk vest with similar tucking and pushing qualities; black panties; black mitts. Girls refuse to touch gloves: still pretty tense.

During R1: Hewitt crouching, encroaching: Jewel upright, right hand cupping her temple, left hand shooting single jabs from the shoulder. Jenn able to weave poke, answer back wide rights and lefts to Jewel's waist - thumping away on that vest, backing Jewel up. Ropes: Kilcher mounts spirited defence - jabbing stiff and using left uppercuts to deny Jen position inside. Down the stretch, Hewitt finally scores up top with a looping right, then digs a pair of left hooks to Jewel's vest. Pleasing, muffled thump of mitt on vested body: Jewel grunting, stops punching. HEWITT WANTS RACK! Hard left hook, driving right hand pounds into Jewel's jugs proper, slumping her against ropes in shock. Hewitt resets, pawing her jab to jug, then POUNDING the right hand into cleavage, really pancaking those Alaskan mounds. Bell: "EASY PICKIN'S!" Hewitt bleats happily, eyes dancing. Jewel reaches to push Jen -ref intervenes. Janet Jones FURIOUS at with Jewel on her stool: "You get in there, and you get every last one of those punches back!" she shrieks.

R2: Kilcher robust to Jen's ribcage - pounding the offending vest as Hewitt leans in behind her mitts. Jewel slugging big-girl, then pushing Jen, then walking her down with the jab - blonde very methodical, taking and securing each foot of canvas before moving on. Jennifer grimacing - very hard punches coming without warning from Jewel - Kilcher just twitching the punches off her shoulder, or digging when in close. Hewitt hammered to ropes: Kilcher systematically beating the flanks and arms with economical strokes, then looking rack with vengeance in her heart. Not a crazed, JMD style jug-mugging: Jewel patient - pulling Jen's hands down, pushing her shoulders to prep her, then pasting her very hard single right or left hands across the grand bow of the Hewitt front. Jennifer weepy: Jewel's thudding work beating the breath from brunette, leaving Hewitt slumped in ropes at bell. Kilcher breezy back to her corner, bows her head and stands there as Janet gives her a big hug: "Perfect! That's what I want."

R3: Same again: the dreadful persistence and slow grind of Jewel's relentless execution. First: the chopping jab from the frame defence, finding Jen, knocking at her hard. Second: right hands wide to the vested ribs, thumping at Jen's reserves. Third: constantly pushing to follow up all attacks - Jewel keeping Jen on her heels, backing her up. Fight goes to ropes where Jewel can dig in and work. Thumping abuse to the ribs softens Jen up: Jewel prying at brunette defences, opens up the puppies to a rude pasting at the bell. Jewel brightening, making sure Jen sees the happiness before turning away to bounce back to Krusher Korner.

R4: Hewitt unpacks the jab, pounding at Jewel's frame guard and keeping blonde mitts holstered. Jen pivoting to her right - weight on back (right) foot - she's turning Jewel, managing her, touching her. Hewitt pouring in heavy singleshot rights to the body and head - landing loud, then pivoting away: brunette doing damage but not lingering to enjoy her handiwork. Halfway through, paydirt: Jen lights Jewel up a beautiful right cross - driving through the chinas Kilcher's looking to drop righty herself. Jewel's legs give a shimmy - she's hurt - but moments later she's engaging and trading as the girls fall in shoulder to shoulder. Hewitt's round - but she can't be happy to see Jewel soak up the hardest shot in the JLH arsenal.

R5: Patient, hard fought round. Both girls cautious: they've felt each other's power. Slow clockwise pivots - both girls with the left foot in a bucket, pounding away heavy single jabs. Outside, Jewel dominates - her chop-thrusting jab from the frame a fearsome weapon for shorter Jen to fight through. Inside, terms are even: girls snuggling in all heads and shoulders bumping and squirming. Punches thump to vests, smack off rounded arms. Both girls love to bump the left shoulder, then hook jug tidy - just short, malicious punching in close. No jail-breaks to jug - both girls pummelling and pounding methodically, taking their turns

 

Kilcher/Hewitt conc.

Posted by simguy on 4/4/2008, 7:50 am, in reply to "Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Jewel Kilcher pt1"


R6: Similar stuff - Jewel banging away jabs outside: when they edge in close, both do work. Midway through, Jen bumps the left shoulder, swats Jewel's jugs a thick hook, then TURNS ON THE RIGHT HAND! Hewitt just sneaking a beaut onto Jewel's chin as Kilcher's absorbing the rack whack: big blonde head swivel and JEWEL GOES DOWN! Kilcher on her back, eyes blinking out S.O.S. - Hewitt chortles, manages to accidentally step on Jewel's outstretched right bicep en route to neutral corner. Jen beaming - feels good to get Jewel off her feet: Kilcher shabby, peeling herself off canvas, reeling to ropes and shaking her head to clear it. Muscular follow up sees Jen crowd Jewel at ropes, beat the blonde girl's vested flanks and arms to further reduce her.

R7: HEWITT'S IN TROUBLE! Early jabs and crosses from Kilcher score, pounding Hewitt's face, buckling her knees. Jewel pushes in, hooks Jen's jugs as Hewitt's tottering backward. Ropes, Kilcher grinning as she plows a series of thick right hands up into Jen's vest: thumping barrage has Hewitt doubled over and sobbing with hurt. Kilcher bends down, reaches in, stacks Jen up against ropes: job of work for blonde girl to manage hurtin' brunette like a sack of wheat. THUDDING rights and lefts take Jen in her tummy: she shouts, pitches forward into Kilcher's arms as Kilcher's shouting "IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER!" then hurling Jen ragdoll back into ropes. Minute mark, Jewel bends in, exchanges short, murderous right hands with Jen, then trades hooks and JEWEL GOES DOWN! Kilcher rolling to her back - flabbergasted - Hewitt out on her feet, roaring down as ref bodies her back. Weepy, shellshocked 8, Jewel Kilcher - she's blinking back tears, doesn't know what's going on and HERE COMES HEWITT! Jen muscular, pouring in with short, rolling rights and lefts to Jewel's heaving bosom: torrid pounding in close dislodges Kilcher's mouthpiece. Jewel ready to go, manages to brace herself on ropes, then slop a short right hand to chin, BUCKLING HEWITT'S KNEES! Jen now re-broken, stumbling back: Kilcher open-mouthed, slobberknocked, wades in slugging. OH THE HUMANITY! Girls swaying on wide-spread pins, extending on wide, bashing body blows, then drifting each other to chin in boozy turns. It's crazy, stumble-bum action with both beauties desperately hurt as KILCHER DRIVES JEN TO ROPES! Hewitt stops punching, eyelashes fluttering: Jewel's crowding in over Jen's right shoulder, pushing her left side into ropes and feeding her right hands in the gut at the bell. Wild! Jewel's determined slugging before and after the knockdown converts Jen's 10-8 to a standard 10-9. Mark it down kids: might hold up as round of the year.

R8: Who has the most left. Battered vixens tilt to midring, each unsteady on her feet. They sway on the spot, puffy-faced and groggy - right hands at cheeks, left hands tracing little circles in the air as they look to lead jabs. Slow, drunken stuff: Jewel will jab Jennifer's face; pivot left. Jen will earmuff up, rotate her torso after the fact, then straighten up just in top to receive another jab. Kilcher slowly building up points - turning Jen midring - now working the jab to face, now busting it flat-knuckle to jug. Really lumping Jen up: Jewel's jab one of the heaviest in the division. Down the stretch, Jen turning, pivoting to the left - she trades thick jabs to jug, then leans into a short right cross as Jewel's trying to do the same. KILCHER GOES DOWN! Jen wins the race, clipping chin as girls lean in together - Jewel's right hand sails; she corkscrews hurt into the mat. Jen exhausted, tilts her head back and shouts "YES!" as she walks away, hands at her side. Kilcher a pathetic sight, trying to roll over her left hip as bell sounds to save her.

R9: Jewel deeply discouraged by the knockdowns - she doesn't get far from her corner before Hewitt reaches in, chests her into ropes. All Jen, all the time: Hewitt's head moving across Kilcher's face, under her chin as Jen sets up on either shoulder; Hewitt's shoulders rotating, pumping short, thudding leather into ribs and tummy; Hewitt's hands mauling - pushing at Jewel's arms or face, exposing her to clubbing abuse. Jennifer VERY strong with position inside - wide hips and sturdy legs keeping a very strong blonde effectively pinned down. Jen warned for headbutting Jewel's breasts in close: Hewitt apologizes with pounding right hands to rack at bell. "Better, or worse?" Jen wants to know. Jewel's too busy swooning to answer.

R10: Oh, that sharpshooting Hewitt. Jen's power doesn't all come from those sturdy legs and that massive rack: she's sneaky with her right hands, leaning her weight into 'em, turning into 'em when in close, catching Jewel by surprise. Kilcher chin checked repeatedly in the first minute - head tossing wildly to the right but legs holding firm: Jewel absorbing some thrilling leather from Jen tonight without going under. Hewitt spends up her money, unable to loosen Kilcher further: Jewel slowly takes over, getting on top with her jab and maneuvering Jen to ropes. Hard beatdown for Hewitt in the latter stages: Kilcher sloshing exhausted, but sandbag-heavy rights and lefts down onto the head and shoulders of her girl as Jen bobs. Jones screaming for the uppercut as the out-punch, but poor Jewel's just on autopilot, slogging stoopid at this point. Comes back UD10 - Jennifer Love Hewitt.

After: Hewitt emerging as maybe the division's sturdiest stay-at-home slugger - really shocking a lot of people with this performance. "She's not wild or reckless the way Dani used to be," enthuses one Celebrity Ring observer. "Jen's patient, sets up her shots, uses as much guile as power on that right hand of hers. She's really matured into a threat. She got outworked tonight - Jewel was definitely busy - but gambling on timely power really paid off. We'll be watching Jen closely - she could be under-rated at 120."

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