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5 November 2011 Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Mila Kunis

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JERI'S KNOCKOUTS VS HAWKEYE INTERNATIONAL STABLE WAR

Posted by simguy on 11/5/2011, 11:17 am

BEFORE: Claire clap-clap-clapping her hands, rallying her troops...Mila and Natalie huddle up as Danes speaks: "Ok - they jugged Krissy out - no biggie - we knew that could happen. It's over - Mila, look at me...it's over - they took our weak link out of the game, that's all that happened - now we roll 'em up. Ladies: they celebrated in our corner...OUR corner. That can't happen. Putting Krissy out's one thing: dragging her over here and rubbing our noses in it? No: that's not acceptable. Mila - you get in there and you get that win back. Jen's cut a lot of chub for this fight: you stay quick with her, keep the tempo high - that's how we'll beat these girls. Wolfpack on three!"

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"Oh my God," Lacey chortles at the JKO ringside bench, "did you see their FACES? One look at Krissy getting dragged and they looked like ghosts."

Scarlett: "Dead women walking!"

Lacey: "Exactly! We've taken the heart out of them, Jen - just get in there and roll her up."

Jen: "I got this!"

Lacey: 'YEAH you do! Get in there!" Slap on the ass sends Jen jiggling up into the ring.

Mila: black lace push up, yellow sport bikini bottoms; small black punching mitts; hair back in slick high ponytail.

Jen: Crimson bikini as per beachball shoot; long brown hair and brawler's bangs; small crimson puncher's mitts.

Staredown: Jen smirking, slow-shimmying her hips and shoulders on the spot, making flirty eye contact with Mila. Mila stoic, knows she's being baited, refuses to take same.

During R1: Mila spitting jabs, weight on front (left) leg; jotting straight rights from her mouth...straight-punching machine-gun delivery strafes Jen early. Hewitt dukes up, moving her head...she's hooking-with, then driving straight rights to Mila's breasts. Rousing stuff as tempers flare, girls get stubborn...by the middle minute it's toe-to-toe, rip-roaring action. Mila spanking and chipping away on Jen's face/breasts - both hands pumping out straight punches from the lead (left) plant leg. Jen gobbling it up, coming with wide hooks to set up stamping, straight right hands up the middle. Jen's weight of shot gradually prevails...repetitive, pounding right hands in the breasts drive Mila ropes. Kunis baring her teeth, covering up: she suffers a series of thudding hooks and right hand roundhouses in behind either elbow, leaving her shaken at the bell. JKO girls leaping out of their seats, clapping and jumping on the spot all jugs a-jumpin'.

R2: Same dispositions...Mila in aggressive forward posture, shooting lead straight rights, pumping in stiff left jabs, right (back) heel up off canvas. Hewitt bobbing straight shots, answering back wide hooks - whirling left hands doing a great job of setting up short, pounding straight rights up the middle. Kunis doing well early, tidying up on Jen at arm's length, but midway through...left hook toggles Mila's chin, leaving her spellbound; follow-on straight right to chin snaps Mila's head back, buckles her knees! MILA'S HURT! Kunis wobbling out of orbit to her right, eyes glassy, lips parting: she takes another clubbing right over her left shoulder, sending her stumbling sideways to ropes. Jen hopping in, setting up in sturdy gun-platform stance off Mila's bow: Hewitt grinning knock-knocking stubby left jabs off Mila's pate, keeping that left hand in her face, then SLAMMING in short rights to chin. Kunis rocked several times in final minute: she's able to finally drag Jen into desperation clinches to the bell. JKO girls high-tenning and hugging each other as Jen shimmies back to the corner all waggly-hipped and making fun faces: Kunis grim, badly shaken as she limps back to port.

R3: Kunis less aggressive now - jabbing and moving: Jen's walking her down. Hewitt dragging her right (back) foot as she's stepping in her stance, hunting Mila down. Jen's back straight, head up pretty - left hand tracing little ovals in the air; right cocked at her chest. Hewitt with little cuff-hooks or stiff jab leads, then leaning in to kiss Mila chopping rights: Kunis shaky-legged as she's leaning away from the hits. Mila keeps her back clear of ropes, gets herself together somewhat, but it's a third straight heat for confident Jennifer Love Hewitt.

R4: Jen hounding Mila along the aprons in counter-clockwise pursuit. Minute mark, Kunis backpedaling, but timing Jen...Mila hacking a short right behind Jen's left ear as Hewitt's bouncing in. JEN'S HURT! Hewitt's legs spasm, sending her face-first into turnbuckles as Mila spins-out...Kunis circles back in and suddenly it's JEN under siege. Hewitt forms peek-a-boo with fists at temples: Mila edges in close; tucks the tuff left uppercut to Jen's tummy; doubles it into left uppercut to chin; puts a tidy right uppercut to chin neat as you please and DOWN GOES HEWITT! Jennifer dropping to all fours, panting and dazed: snarling Mila looms over her foe long enough to draw thumb-across-throat and a warning. Hewitt beats the count shabby, blinking away tears: Mila right back on top after the 8 count. Kunis attacking from outside - long, spearing straight right hands slanted down into Jen's gut; jagged, short left uppercuts picking Jen up belly, breasts and face to punch her upright for the next body shot. Bell: Jen blinking in stupor, arms crossed against her body...glaring Mila whirls on her heel: PONYLASH! Long, soft brunette locks waft across Jen's eyes as her mouth opens in astonishment...Claire up out of her seat, fist pumped, teeth bared, hissing: "YESSS!"
Mila on her stool - Claire out on the floor, clapping and yapping: "Dig the quit out of her, Meals: DIG IT OUT!"

R5: Midring, Mila's first punch a rangy, slinging lead right to Jen's mouth, neatly clapping the mouthpiece off Hewitt's teeth. Jen groggy, but forming up tight earmuff...she's crouching low/leaning forward, looking to hook ribs on the way in. Mila leaning back out, rotating to her right...changing directions to pivot clockwise around spitting jabs, working Jen's mouth between her mitts. Hewitt grimacing, but coming forward...hook starting to find the mark in Mila's right flank: Mila issuing cute check-left-uppercuts to Jen's chin while pivoting-left, neatly turning the bigger girl midring. Everything landing for Mila - right hands on the chin; left uppercuts to chin; left jabs...Jen grimly battling through it, clubbing Mila about the waist and hips before Kunis pivots into the clear. Down the stretch, Jen loops a wide right ticketed for head...Mila rolls-with to her right, taking a glancing punch on left shoulder, then rips the come-back right uppercut from her right (back) plant leg. DOWN GOES HEWITT! Jennifer picked up HARD to chin, dropped to all fours again...she's a ramshackle beauty all tremble-bodied on the spot. HEWITT BEATS THE COUNT! Jen swaying at the ropes, taking a blinking 8...then she marches forward as Kunis doesn't press. Midring...Kunis keeping her distance, just brushing jabs against Jen's jugs while slide-stepping in orderly retreats...suddenly Mila slaps a rubbery hook across Jen's mouth, startling her; lunges in a driving right that kisses hard off Jen's right cheek and HEWITT GOES DOWN! Jennifer's head rocking back - her body following it...she crashes to her back - knees coming up as she comes to a full stop in the HISC corner. Jen blinking, ragged...she rolls to her right hip, trying to beat the count but IT'S NO GO! Jennifer Love Hewitt all weak and jittery, up on her hip, but no farther at 10. KO5 Mila "Killer" Kunis!

After: HISC vixens rush the ring, sliding in under bottom rope to hug and fete their stopper. Finally, Portman helps herself to Jen's long brown locks, yanking her to her feet and pushing her back into HISC turnbuckles.

Lacey: Hands in her hair as she's standing ringside, eyes wide.

Scarlett: Confused, frowning...Jen was supposed to clean Mila up and now everything's going horribly wrong!

Cackling HISC vixens sort Jen out in the corner, getting her arms over top ropes, putting her jugs on trial: Claire finds them guilty of 2 counts of aggravated sluttiness and MILA MOUNTS UP! Kunis stepping up on ropes to crush Jen's grimacing face to the right...Hewitt's arms looping 'round Mila's sleek legs, then fists bunching in support of Kunis' ringing buttocks. Mila with two fistfuls of Jennifer's long damp locks, holding it in the air as Jennifer groans, face pinched in protest...Mila playing to the crowd, leaving tummy-scent on Jen. Then it's Claire's turn, then it's Natalie's...HISC women mounting and pushing-tummy, making Jen feel the weight. Wolfies looking over at stunned JKO vixens, taunting them with rowdy facials and shimmying hips...glorious payback scalds the previously exuberant bullies on the JKO bench.

Finally, with Jen in tears, Mila pulls her head forward with right hand behind the neck, marching her across the ring to JKO corner with Wolfpack in tow. Jen thrown to her knees in the corner...Pack girls lingering in the spot to exchange angry high-tens and hugs right there on enemy turf. Mila making blazing eye contact as she glares down, stamps her foot like she's crushing a cigarette and makes a big show of brushing off her hands before whirling away. Claire puts a leg up on the corner rope to do some ballet stretches, making eye contact throughout.

1-1 going into the title bout.