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4 December 2004 Elisha Cuthbert vs Eliza Dushku

Page history last edited by Archer844 12 years, 10 months ago

KIM’S KRUSHERS VS HAWKEYE INTERNATIONAL

STABLE WAR #3

 

PHOTOS COURTESY BI PHOTO LABS

 

Posted by Simguy on 12/4/2004, 9:33 am.

 

Before: Cuthbert really upbeat for this fight—Dushku beat down in her last effort in losing the title to Campbell—hard fights with Dani, Britney and others have the perennial titlist looking a little shopworn these days. “You know—we’re always on the look out for weakness I this sport,” says Elisha, eyes dancing like a ferret’s in prefight. “Eliza the best all around fighter in the division, but she’s a smaller girl and she’s known to wear down over the course of a year. I can’t wait to get on her and see what’s left after Neve—not much I bet!” Dushku shrugging off the criticism, but boldly frank in responding. “I admit, I am tired,” says the former champ. “Campbell basically hit me like a lightweight all night long, Britney had a good long look at my belly, and yeah—Dani hit me hard. Elisha’s right in everything she says—I am small, but I’m also the best fighter in boxing. So tired and hurting as I am—I’m taking care of Cuthbert’s business when we get in that ring.” Ivory bikini top, red and white floral print bottoms, white shoes and heavy socks rolled down, Cuthbert—red leather bikini Eliza, low ponytail, black shoes.

 

During R1: Cuthbert strong out of the blocks, crouching, dukes at her eyebrows as she muscles in on Elisa and clubs away to ribs and guard. Dushku fading to ropes and setting up in the pocket—deft little Claire Danes shoulder rolls and slips, cute tucking little counters to ‘Lishy’s ribs, swiping b lows across the tits. Dushku accurate, effective off the ropes takes the round, but Elisha right on top, punching hard to the arms and hips all round long, goes away undiminished.

 

R2: Dushku hounded to ropes again—she sets up defensive, elbows in, hands up, bending  at the waist, turning her shoulders, pawing out the left to push Elisha off—but Cuthbert’s not having it. ‘Lish putting her head on Eliza’s shoulder and CHUGGING away downstairs—great pumping lefts and rights, elbows jerking back like pistons as punches are plugged into trembling Eliza gut. Dushku trying to squirm to the side, but Cuthbert steps-with, palming up to maintain contact, then clanging away—it’s just  joyous, free-spirited brawling as Elisha lays ham to shoulders, skull, jugs, ribs, hips and tummy. Dushku doing a bunch of wan, desultory pushing and clinching—looking weary after just 6 minutes of hard punching.

 

R3: Cuthbert storming across the ring, punching recklessly—chin up, chest out, hauling punches around from her hips—Dushku slouches into the ropes and digs in as her corner screams at her to get out of there. More Elisha HAMMERING at the frame and arms of Eliza Dushku, shaking the brunette, pushing up on her, going at her hard. Eliza turning well with blows, never giving up her chin clean, but she’s taking a fearful pounding below the neck. Cuthbert’s feet set wide, twisting her hips, falling in with Dushku and pushing up to reset—blonde getting her weight forward, smothering Eliza bell to bell for a pulverizing third.

 

R4: Dushku moving to her right, spreading Elisha out and tagging her three separate, clean counter rights on the chin to spoil three Cuthbert charges—blonde ruing up, wobbly butt as she staggers back to regroup, Eliza over to offence, jabbing up top to occupy Elisha’s guard, then HARMING blonde to the body some wicked right hands ribs and tum. E stepping to side, giving angles now—still flat footed, but sly, smooth footwork enough to keep this thing midring.

 

R5: Elisha baring her teeth, grunting as she swings for fences—Dushku pre-empting with jabs, stepping right, getting well-timed right hands clean on Cuthbert’s jaw, then ducking down and pivoting around—Eliza showing a lot of Claire Danes looks tonight in managing the big blonde, First half of the round—Eliza working behind her jab, potshotting the body and slowing Cuthbert—second half—Dushku edges inside to work with hooks and uppercuts, Elisha going groggy, stubbornly weathering blows as Dushku tidies up breadbasket and jaw with chopping, swiping economy.

 

R6: Dushku goes all ion—Cuthbert horribly battered this round. Eliza getting her bread-and-butter snap hook off the jab while pivoting left—she’s got Elisha stumbling in fence post holes moments in—blonde’s face bleak with shock. Eliza edges in to work the body, encounters surprising resistance—Cuthbert punching back in a stubborn middle minutes, but driven relentlessly to the ropes. Down the stretch it’s Dushku going at Cuthbert with pure venom—heartless rights and lefts to the midsection, vicious hooks tucked in behind the elbow, scything uppercuts close-in, picking ‘Lishy’s drowsy face up. Bell: Cuthbert busted up, cut in the mouth, bleeding from the nose, reeling—but SHE’S taunting Eliza like some rowdy drunk at 3 in the morning, Dushku frazzled, arm-weary, shaking her head en route to her corner,

 

R7: Dushku boxing brilliantly—she’s still a little gassed, but she manages Cuthbert with smooth sidesteps and pivots, greasing Elisha up midring to pivots, greasing Elisha up midring to pocket a tactical seventh.

 

R8: Second wind, Dushku, she gets back to the business o breaking Cuthbert down, First minute boxing—Elisha pivoting around her jab/hook combinations, catching ‘Lishy fierce clout on the jaw and rendering her numb and staring, Therein—Dushku easing inside to work the midriff—carrying the right hand flat to paunch, tearing and raking with her hook up and down the flank. Cuthbert no longer strong on her feet—she’s reeling around, staggering, eyelashes fluttering as punishment adds up. Dushku relentless, tattooing those delicious ribs with coldblooded efficiency for a shutout 8th.

 

R9: Dushku back to managing Cuthbert—has the blonde broken down, gives her a little line in fishing parlance, letting Elisha swing away. Cuthbert badly battered, but bravely coming forward—she’s tragically wide with punches now, falling in awkwardly after

Slugging—Dushku easily able to slip and sidestep, turning shellshocked blonde like a ballroom dance partner.

 

R10: Dushku goes back to punching. E bending in and down with a curling go-home right hand—she’s flabbergasted to nsee Elisha stagger backwards from the blow, slumping into the ropes hurt, but still standing. E takes a deep breath, lifting her shoulders, then marches in on what’s left--it’s just one girl looking to get another girl out of there with time ticking down. Elisha mute with punishment, all busted up, legs locked as she sits numb in the ropes—she’s a pathetic sight, crumpling forward, hands limp at her cheeks as Dushku mops up, Dushku hot with concentration as she digs hooks to Cuthbert’s shuddering flank, curls up underneath to pamper that rack, tidies up the chin, uppercuts from either hand, then shoves up to reset on shipwrecked ‘Lish, Where’s the ref? Crowd screaming for it to be stopped, Eliza just on autopilot, dishing out slaughter with both hands—she knows what’s she’s doing as she just keeps at it. It’s all too much: Cuthbert beaten senseless FINALLY stumbles to the canvas all used up—Dushku sobbing for breath as she staggers away on the verge of exhaustion.

 

After: Eliza beats her girl down in mind-numbing fashion—Cuthbert hanging on for a ruinous truckload of punishment—Krusher would have been well served going out in the sixth rather than lingering for the extra buckets of hurt she took in this fight. Unfortunately for ‘Lish—it’s not over—vengeful HISC beauties take the ring like stalking hyenas—Eliza hugging deadweight Cuthbert up off her stool and positioning her chest-first in her corner. Elisha’s head lolling, blonde curls obscuring her face, eyes closed—Eliza leans in with her left side against Cuthbert’s sweat-tacky back, left arm stretched across the shoulder-blades, holding Elisha upright so Claire can have at those defenceless kidneys, Krusher fighters and entourages horrified as Danes goes at  poor KO’d Cuthbert—Elisha only dimly aware of punishment as Jaime Pressly’s recklessness comes back full circle. No love lost between Eliza and Claire, but good to see them close ranks against a common threat like this, Heartwarming, really.

 

Reposted by Archer 5/16/10.

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