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5 September 2003 Elisha Cuthbert vs Keira Knightley

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 8 months ago

 

 

 

Posted by Simguy on 9/5/2003, 6:08 pm,

Before: Rising prospects in a intriguing food-chain bout. Both ingénues with nice wins over quality comp. Keira doing it with precocious skills and ring savvy, Cuthbert with exuberant punching and stubborn blonde will power--good test for both young beauties. Knightley in jaunty navy sport top, nautical lacing up the front, navy boy cut trunks laced up the front--Elisha in white bikini.

During R1: Cuthbert with an aggressive driving tackle to cram Knightley back into her corner--couple of rough shoulder blocks in the abdomen, then Elisha comes up chugging! Rampaging slugging up into the lungs--Keira rag dolled, overwhelmed--Cuthbert able to clot home a rollicking overhand right to send tremors through British legs early--and it just gets worse! Knightley stupefied, unable to organize her defense, props butt in ropes, covers up her head, titls forward and gives it up as Cuthbert ROMPS joyously to her foe’s back. Belly, flanks and chest. ‘Lishy just hup-hup-hupping punches in, then loading up to swing away either hand--Keira riding it out as hard punches shiver off her rigid frame Bell sounds, dust clears--Elisha hooting “YEAH!” as she shakes her the sweat from her tousled mane--Knightley holing back tears, hugging a badly savaged midsection. Shutout and 10-8 round, Cuthbert!

R2; Elisha climbs back on! Krusher Kutey, barreling back into Keira with the illegal shoulder tackle, leg driving her into her corner, stacking her up with a few tough blocks in the body, then palming to get position for raucous two gun slugging! Knightley windblown, jostled--she can’t get her feet set and she’s shipping horrific leather upside her head, against her ribs as Cuthbert sets a dizzing pace. Marauding shove and slug from D-Lisha--beating the belly to get her girl leaning forward, curling up into nubile jug to straighten her up, then clocking jaw to drape her back as Knightley wilts where the punches take her. Keira with an innate knack for rolling just enough to convert KO blows into slobber knocking stunners--she’s surviving with a little body lean, a little clinch, a little crowding, but she’s still taking the worst beating of her brief career through 2, Another shutout, another 10-8 of solid bell to bell beat down from Cuthbert--Elisha skipping bright-eyed and chirping to her corner as Knightley’s nose gets jammed with Q-tips.

R3: Elisha roaring back to her playground--Knightley sliding to her right along the ropes, looking frazzled, Cuthbert swinging away to the his and flanks, looking to get her shoulder on Keira and really dig in, but Knightley drops a sneaky right counter off the ropes to WOBBLE ELISHA’S BUTT! Keira walking off the ropes with lashing lefts and rights, wading straight into Cuthbert, backing her up with whip-armed delivery, punches stroking jaw and sending Elisha backpedaling. Cuthbert beaten the length of the ring-she’s staring back dumb, facing into punishment--Keira licking the blows in, turning her torso left and right, getting her hips and shoulders into every sexy blow. Cuthbert taking flush and stunned--she can’t answer back, but Brit can’t put her down--it’s just one girl clocking away on another’s face as Cuthbert sinks dazed into the ropes. Free-swinging beat down goes on and on, Keira lathering away with every ounce of hate in her wiry body--and FINALLY--Cuthbert staggers to all fours under lanky limbed  bombardment. Elisha all busted up, tremble-bodied--she beats the count, gloves at her chest, eyes vacant at the bell.

R4: OH THEY BANG AWAY! Knightley flat footed, legs too shot to provide her usual mobility--Cuthbert driving in with straight lefts and rights to the torso, fielding punches off her face in order to slug right back. Knightley dipping side to side, coming back at Elisha with slinging, almost sidearm delivery, punches stroking and licking either side of Cuthbert’s jaw, Elisha hammering straight up the middle, ducking don into er rights, straightening up with her hooks--crowd roaring as both girls continue to score at a frightening percentage, Its Cuthbert’s fight and down the stretch--Keira’s slender legs give a shimmy as the punching power proves too much. Ragdoll Brit reaching to clinch--Cuthbert too strong, fights her way through it with a robust pounding of Keira’s chest and ribs, driving Brit to the ropes and leaving her helpless to prevent a brawling tumble of right uppercuts and left hooks to the face at the bell.

R5: both girls take a bit of a breather--faces shiny, eyes glaring with hurt and hate, but Keira’s body cringing from punishment and that’s the difference so far. Cuthbert the aggressor, stepping forward with a stiff jab, looking to place straight right hands down into Knightley’s ribs and hook her waist as the Brit fades back. Knightley occasionally slapping at Cuthbert’s jaw the hook, pivoting around it, but her legs won’t let her make sharp turns without quivering. Round to Elisha as aggressor.

R6: Back to the two-way, pell mell, last woman standing mayhem. Elisha rocking Knightley with early right hand, getting’em straight and short from the shoulder and swiveling British head--Knightley stunned, but taking a terrific shot, backing away, slipping side to side and coming back up with sleek, licking lefts and rights to keep Cuthbert from really going to town. Down the stretch, Keira stepping back in good order, nails Cuthbert a series of slinging left and right counter shots, bending side to side into blows, getting lanky leverage and putting Cuthbert wobbly butt at the bell. Girls exchange moist glares at the break, each wondering how much the other has left after 6 insane rounds of punching.

R7: Elisha’s smart--she’s been sliced up tonight, but she kows Keira’s hurt, fighting desperate--Cuthbert keeps coming forward, pressing the pace and making it a brutal, tit for tat brawl. Keira’s getting her slashing touches, but she’s giving ground, wilting under the volume and hard punching of her opponent--Knightley not strong enough to beat Elisha back and Brit’s taken too much punishment early to be cute late. Cuthbert forcing a series of smash-mouth encounters, driving Keira into retreat every time, and down the stretch, it’s Cuthbert squaring away on Keira at te ropes, Savage shove and slug--Cuthbert muscling up on Knightley, bulling her back, dig-dig-digging up into the lungs. Keira getting drowsy, draping long arms around Elisha’s head and neck to tie her up at the bell--she can’t stop blonde from tightening up her strokes and just swishing away with left and right forearms downstairs while in the grasp. Snug punching from Cuthbert leaves Keira drained as the ref tugs’em apart.

R8: Elisha taking a breather--Keira able to step around outside, flatfooted, but getting the long jab out--Knightley getting a little distance, getting a slower pace, able to utilize her feints and sneaky right hands to good effect. Cuthbert blocking, stepping out, not pressing--she gives away the round, but catches a second wind for the championship rounds.

R9: Elisha with another driving, jiggly tackle around her girl’s waist, jam-packing Knightley into her corner--British head tossing back with the impact, legs and feet all disoriented as Cuthbert jostles, shoulder-0butts, then comes up slugging! Elisha never better as she stands up in the stirrups, dipping her shoulders an ripping into tender British breadbasket and throbbing ribs. Knightley can’t hold back the sobs any longer--Cuthbert’s crippling her and Keira looks to clinch, Elisha slugging, then struggling to disengage from Knightley’s exhausted grappling--Cuthbert throwing the girl off then getting back to the business of beating her down with a non-stop torrent of compact power punches, lefts and rights, hooks and crosses, right and left uppercuts--it’s all pouring one way from Cuthy to Keira and Knightley’s growing dim. Keira tilting, wilting, getting clocked, reacting badly, head lolling--the punishment’s just too much. Series of clubbing blows about British head and shoulders has Knightley leaning her left shoulder against the ropes, eyes fluttering shut, crowd screaming--ref steps in to finally halt the carnage as Cuthbert’s fists pound her girl out on her feet. TKO9 Elisha Cuthbert.

After: OH what a display of heart and brutality as Knightley proves more than just a slip and slug cutey in the ring, while Cuthbert displays heartless killer instinct and tremendous tenacity in gnawing relentlessly on her girl until forcing the stoppage, Keira desperately hurt in the first, never got her legs back, but went out a warrior in bravely engaging the stronger vixen in a spirited series of disastrous trading sequences. Cuthbert’s face a battered ruin from Keira’s spiteful punching, but Elisha “fighting the boxer” to perfection, recognizing that the attrition was working in her favour. No olive branch extended in the wake of tremendous fight however--Cuthbert prancing over and hauling a limp and battered Keira to her feet--radiant walk of shame as Elisha displays a sobbing and ramshackle Technetium prospect to the masses, Cuthbert fascinated with the humiliation, constantly wiping at Keira’s tears, staring at her blubbering face while stepping about and cooing to her.

Reposted by Archer 7/24/10.

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