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12 November 2010 Eliza Dushku vs Jennifer Love Hewitt

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Posted by simguy on 11/12/2010, 3:06 pm

 

BEFORE: "Gonna treat her shabby!" Jennifer Love predicts in prefight. "The days of Eliza's bullying and dictating are over - and I would argue that I've been one of the main architects of her decline. I've emerged while she's waned: I've adapted while she's stood still. The bottom line is: I'm sturdier; my core is stronger; I hit with more determination... I'm everything Eliza Dushku hates in an opponent at this stage of her career." Dushku impassive, refusing to baited: Sheriff all business at the podium. "Jennifer's a threat, I'll give her that," Dushku admits at podium, "but she's always tended to exaggerate her claims - even though she does believe them. I'd argue with her bottom line: she is NOT stronger; I'M in better condition; I'm the better boxer. I can stand in Britney's kitchen and take her punch: I don't see Jen swinging in that league. Bet the over boys, and bet me to take it." Jennifer in purple bikini; long black hair with bangs; small black gloves. Eliza in scarlet leather bikini; small black gloves; long dark hair in curly ponytail, curled bangs bracketing face.

During R1: Eliza with a smart little flurry hup-hup-hup to Jen's jugs, opening the fight in style: Dushku wheeling away after scoring, Jen scowling in pursuit. Eliza on her toes, chippin' and scrapin' the jab to Hewitt's face: Jen bobbing/weaving - trying to stubby-jab her way in with limited success. Eliza boxes for points - managing the clock, keeping Jen from setting her feet in a tactical first.

R2: Eliza rotating clockwise, chopping lefts and rights off Jen's prepared defences/scalp/shoulders. Tart jab touching and tapping at Jen, keeping her on the bob: Dushku showcasing world-class skills midring. Eliza deliberately refreshing Jen's jugs with brisk hup-hup flurries: Sheriff in there chugging, beating a pursed-lip pout of hurt onto Jen's face. Receipts from Jen a heartbeat late: Dushku disengaging cleanly, pivoting away before getting taxed. Late the round - Dushku stabbing stiff jabs body/head, body/head - she finally releases an intercepting right as Jen's lunging forward, neatly chin-checking Hewitt, scattering her to all fours! Flash knockdown - Hewitt up quick, but SO disappointed: Eliza strutting away cocky with a 10-8 second.

R3: Eliza's legs; her footwork; her piercing, jotting stick; her abrupt flurries... all conspiring to keep Jen defensive, turning clockwise midring. Dushku obviously committed to rack - she's picking spots to step in close and chug away with shoulder-shrugging malice - bunching up Hewitt's front-meat in rapid-fire bursts, then bouncing away before receipts. Late the round - Jen reaching with a right hand, leans herself forward and open: Eliza rolls-right to slip, then answers back a gorgeous right uppercut to jug, picking Jen's right breast up and nearly pounding it out of its cup. Hewitt stifling a cry of pain, crouching down in earmuff: delighted Dushku chirps: "BOOM! GOT JUG?" as she's leaning away all snarky/happy.

R4: Jen looking a little shopworn - face jab-scuffed; jugs glowing pink - she comes steamin' out of her corner, knowing she's in a bit of a hole on the cards. Jen encroaching, stubby-jabbing to locate Eliza, leaning in lusty right hands over the top: Dushku output drops in the face of determined Hewitt aggression. Little more leg, little less punching from Eliza - she's staying tall, keeping her distance, minimizing Jen's opportunities. Dushku twisting a meanspirited jab into Jen's jugs throughout proceedings - just enough to keep Hewitt from opening up the throttle on pursuit. Better round for Jen, but she can't get much done as Dushku's ring generalship dictates terms.

R5: More inconclusive fighting. Solid right hands early from Jen convince Eliza to stay outside and roaming: no sustained contact as Dushku keeps her distance until electing to slice in; Hewitt waiting on these opportunities before clearing her holsters.

R6: Eliza narrow-eyed, tight lipped as she jabs Hewitt into compliance: Jen bobbing on the spot, unable to push forward against Dushku's commanding stick. Eliza standing her ground in spots - just long enough to pepper straight-trajectory left/right/lefts into Jen's front: Dushku pounding on the grille of Jen's forward guard, or stamping into jug. Hewitt grumpily forward, reaching for Eliza: Dushku dips at the waist while sliding right (back) leg well back - shifting weight to the back leg while leaning backwards and CHECKING Jen a glorious hook to chin! Hewitt gobsmacked, stepping in fence-post holes: Eliza quickly bouncing forward, penetrating the guard with a brisk right/left - tapping tart on face, backing Jen up. Hewitt swaying, trying to regroup: Eliza bends her knees, lunges in: OH she fetches Hewitt a perfect leaping hook - clipping it short, getting the back/shoulders/buns in behind the blast as she carries her body into Jen's on follow through. Hewitt spilling onto her back - hands up above her head on canvas, jugs sloshing to a stop on her conquered chest... she's out: KO6 Eliza Dushku in coldblooded professional fashion.

After: Sheriff takes a moment to gaze down in smouldering satisfaction: Hewitt stretched out on her back, face all touched up, lips parted as she relaxes into KO.

Wolf pack efficient as ever - all members quickly into the ring to help Jen up and bring her around - walking her to the HISC corner and stacking her back against turnbuckles. Jen groaning groggily "no..." as Eliza mounts up: Dushu triumphant - both hands thrust skyward as she leans her pelvis forward, pushing Jen's face to her left with a pinched expression. Dushku taking her time - fisting her left hand in Jen's damp locks while pointing Number 1 to the ceiling - making sure photographers get a bunch of useful shots. Pack milling about in the vicinity - chatting, clapping. Odette Yustman granted special "observer" status in the ring - schmoozing HISC suits as she takes in Eliza's exultation.

Dushku finally climbs down, patting Jen's cheek as Hewitt's slumping all used and humiliated, when ON COMES MISHY! Williams out of nowhere - popping the buttons on her pink blouse to reveal a generous black push up bra full of heaving jug! She piles in - left foot on bottom rope as she gets up on Jen, bending Hewitt's head back over turnbuckle with the weight of jug. Mishy crowing - her hands grabbing at her own shoulders as she holds Jen snug to jug: HISC payback a long time coming for one of Jeri's most abusive fighters as Hewitt slowly succumbs to Mishy's mass.

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