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21 July 2006 Claire Danes vs Jennifer Love Hewitt

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Posted by simguy on 7/21/2006, 12:33 am

(Thanks to FightFan for this repost)

Before: "I'm going to take the fight to Jennifer," Claire says simply, steeling-up at the chuckles emanating from press row. "I said I'm going to take the fight to Jennifer Love Hewitt, and that's what I'm going to do. I don't need to box this tramp - I don't respect her that much. I'm going to stuff her overated rump into her own turnbuckles like I'm Dani-Freaking-Fishel and I'm going to beat her senseless. This conference is over." And with that - Danes storms out of the first press conference - amazing Hewitt and all assembled with the thundercloud demeanour. "Jezuz," JLH laughs at the mic, "SOMEBODY needs to get laid, hey? Claire's Claire: there's no point trying to figure her out. All I know is, if she's actually going to come to fight this time, it'll make my job a hell of a lot easier. Let's hope she's as loopy as she sounds: I'll give you all a treat once she's stretched." Hewitt in neon lime green Bikini, ponytail/bangs. Claire in black bikini with white/mauve Hawaiian print, twist-tie top and bottoms.

During R1: Claire pushes in shoulder to shoulder with Hewitt: shrugging, chugging, hardhearted brawl ensues. Claire going jug from the onset - forehead grinding against Jen's; left arm pushing at Jen's right bicep; right uppercut scrubbing up in repeated thrusts, putting the chamois to Hewitt's Hooters (capital H for Jen's). Lovey on her heels, pushed to ropes, gritting her teeth - she pushes and shoves for room herself, angrily going to Claire's jugs in repraisal as girls grunt and whimper for position inside. Bell: Claire chests up, eyes blazing, then CLOUTS JEN A CHEAP RIGHT HAND, bringing in the ref. Hewitt screeching for justice, visibly rattled by Danes' behaviour: Claire yanking her arm out of ref's grip, stomping angry butt to her corner.

R2: Claire pushes into Hewitt, re-engaging Jen inside, but Hewitt's no longer surprised. Jen gets Claire into trouble with a clouting, short right hand to chin, buckling Danes' knees - Claire drooping forward, arms draped around Jen's neck - blonde takes a stuffing left to pit of her belly, forcing a breathy gasp from Danes' lips. Quick hug-and-spin puts Claire's back to ropes - Jen pushing Danes upright and getting to work in you-want-it-you-got-it fashion. Bad beating for Claire - she's hurt, just riding out the storm, bending at the waist and gathering up Jen's hips to buy time. Hewitt beating Claire's ribs, going tummy/jug with chugging lefts and rights: Danes drooping forward off the ropes, sponging a pummelling.

R3: Danes isn't kidding around - she pushes into Jen mouth-on-shoulder, settling in to fight Hewitt on her home turf. Stupendous back and forth - girls leaning forward, keeping butts back and lathering underneath - slender-armed bursts to opposing ribcages shaking both beauties in turn. Wincing, frowning vixens reach in to push each other's biceps, or brace each other's hips, but there's no true clinching - just You-work-me, I'll-work-you. Down the stretch, Danes comes off the body with a sugary right uppercut off the right foot - back arching into the tasty clip: Hewitt's face picked up all blinky and startled off her mitts - she baby-steps back into the ropes. Claire squirms in, braces Jen with the left hand on Hewitt's right arm, going to the Hewitt Rack (capital R for Jen) with heartless, scrubbing right hands. Bell: Claire still cleaning up jug like the dirt just won't come off - ref has to pull her away and issue another stern warning. Danes petulant, scowling back to her corner - even her corner looking a little intimidated as Claire barks: "Water!"

R4: Claire pushes into Jen, takes that drifting right hand on the chin inside: Danes hurt once again as this strategy takes it's toll. Hewitt muscling Claire to ropes, headbutting her lips in close, then digging paunch a pumping right/left/right: Claire sagging forward in pain, tieing up behind Jen's elbows. It's Hewitt on Claire - blanketing the blonde, smothering her, getting a body on her: textbook Claire-beating strategy from the Mish Williams play book. Danes drooping forward, laying in with Hewitt - she's right there for Jen's tasty left uppercut, sullenly sponging the punch as Hewitt jerks methodically away. Jug? Jen's tucking in, taking as much perky Danes rack as she can, hustling home the hurt via side-to-side shoeshine. Tummy? But of course - Hewitt dig-dig-digging in combination, crumpling Claire forward. Simguy - not the back, surely not the kidneys? Oh yes, Jen's pounding Claire's tender lumbar region, hammering blonde knees rubbery with swabbing delivery, gleefully ignoring the ref's increasingly impotent whining. Bell: Jen chests up, drinking in the sight of a lolling, slumping Claire Danes - that's probably the best round Jen's ever taken from the HISC sorceress.

R5: Claire's puffy, sullen, walking on her heels a little bit...but she pushes into Jen and starts lapping it up. Hewitt forced back, but firming as her back touches ropes - girls just laying in shoulder to shoulder and digging each other out like only elite flyweights can. Hewitt's body jerks and shudders as Claire goes tic-tac-toe to tummy. Danes' body jumps and twitches as she folds forward, receiving Jen's muscular thump-thump-thump in receipt. Midway through, Danes gets that exquisite right uppercut off her right foot - arching her back, clipping the punch so short: Jen's face pops up, eyebrows high, eyes closed, mouth open in shock - she's so DISHEARTENED when that punch connects. Danes walks Jen to ropes and cleans up - mercilessly, heartlessly, and thoroughly shrugging away to jug with those close-in rights. Bell: Claire showing signs of exhaustion, clinches up, mouth open on Jen's shoulder, holding the brunette as Hewitt quietly begins to cry from the ruinous jug-mugging.

R6: Danes pushes into Hewitt...and gets hurt. Jen getting her own right uppercut through, and following with that clouting, close-in right across the chops - Danes suddenly limp, collapsing forward and hanging off Jen to avoid going down. Hewitt muscles Claire to ropes, headbutting her repeatedly, squaring away right on top of Danes and going at her with thick, thudding resolve. Danes sagging, asleep on her feet - she's just drooping forward, trying to crowd in and smother some of the hurt. Job of work for Hewitt to keep stacking Claire, then pounding at her - Jen doing brutal work to the flanks and tummy of her foe. Jen loving it to Claire's rack, helping herself with shrugging lefts and rights as Danes stoops forward - Claire blubbering on reflex, cheeks glistening with tears as Hewitt gropes for payback.

R7: Exhausted, mauling, even sloppy stuff - both girls staggering around, trying to push each other to ropes, slugging out of the wrap and reeling in one another's embrace. Ref's breaks are pointless: first thing girls do is fall in together and start the same stumbling war of attrition. Jennifer warned for headbutting. Claire warned for elbow striking (jaw AND ribs inside). Both warned for holding the other behind her head with one hand and mindlessly shoving punches into helpless jug with the free mitt. During the break - both vixens slouch, heads tilted back, bared throats tracked with sweat: this thing is getting out of control.

R8: It's Claire's decision - she could be boxing - she could be giving Jen angles, deflecting Hewitt and countering her - but Danes won't have it. Claire pushes into Hewitt - WANTS Hewitt right in front - happy to trade hurt for hurt with her. Jennifer struggling competitively in the first minute, then gradually melting - she backs to the ropes with a pained grimace, no longer punching: Claire takes over. Nothing fancy - Danes just laying in, keeping her left shoulder in Jen's chest, putting punches into pain-wracked belly, clipping uppercuts, and always, always going back to the Hewitt Rack - even if it's just an exhausted bumping of lifted lefts and rights. Bell - Claire still mindlessly kneading Jen's breasts: Hewitt stooped forward, blubbering incoherently until ref pulls Claire off.

R9: Same again - Hewitt with about a minute of fight in her, pushing and straining with Danes mouth-on-shoulder - then Jen's composure cracks, Claire walks her to ropes and piles on. Loose, lanky CHUP-CHUP-CHUP to the belly - Claire just lashing her arms. Left hand holds Jen behind her head; right hand swipes across those helpless JenJugs or clouts Jen's open mouth. Danes laying in and pressing Hewitt into ropes when Claire needs to catch her breath - Danes just willing herself to outwork and out-torment her foe at this point.

R10: Bell to bell, Claire Danes. Poor Hewitt has nothing left - she starts crying as Danes reaches under Jen's arms to chest her to ropes at the open, and the tears flow all round long. Claire too exhausted to finish Jen, but still able to thrash her, moving hands in and out, in and out, bumping and touching Jennifer's tummy, Tits and ribs. Claire warned for holding and hitting - Hewitt's hands often just dangling at her sides as Claire beats at her in the clinch - ref totally useless, barking orders but doing little to enforce them. Bell: Claire pushes off, staggers away hollow-eyed - she's just used Jennifer Love Hewitt up, UD10.

After: Danes collapsing on her stool, oblivious to perhaps the most raucous applause she's ever received. Head bowed, forearms on her knees, hands dangling - Claire simply spent - initiating and winning a tortuous war of attrition tonight to send a tremor through the flyweight division. POOR JLH! Hewitt blubbering and shuddering on her stool, on the receiving end of the kind of beating she usually dishes out to other women - heartbreaking, gutwrenching kind of defeat for a notorious bully.



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