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9 November 2011 Eliza Dushku vs Jennifer Love Hewitt

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HAWKEYE INTERNATIONAL SPORTS CONSORTIUM VS JERI'S KNOCKOUTS STABLE WAR

Posted by simguy on 11/9/2011, 10:27 am

BEFORE: Battle damage healed after a 6 week intensive recuperation period, fighters from the two Great Houses regroup to continue their struggle. "This stable-war was blown wide open when Jen stumbled against Mila," Dushku grins in prefight. "You can see from the order of battle that JKO was expecting to be up 2-0 going into a very competitive title bout. But look what happened: Jen got hammered and exposed; Lacey became the functional Alpha by default - a weight she's not psychologically equipped to handle; all of them limped home pointing fingers and laying blame. And all of that? Jen's fault. It's on Jen. Jen's the key - the soft, curvy underbelly of JKO, and we're going right in there to sweep this thing. Hewitt's on her heels, hurting and confused, and now it's up to HER to stop this thing from becoming a rout? Good luck with that, Jen. Can't wait to get at you." Hewitt stoic in the face of hard, ringing psychological blows from a vicious expert in podium intimidation...Jen's got her work cut out for her. "Pressure," Jen nods, making eye contact throughout the crowd. "Average fighters crumple up under it; great fighters focus with it. I let Mila get the jump on me, and even though I felt Scarlett could have fought harder, I DO accept responsibility for putting us in this position. Lose to Eliza, and we're down 3-1: I get that. So you know what? I'm not going to lose to Eliza. It's as simple as that. Not going to lose; going to turn her back; going to break their spirit as a group by taking out their best fighter. That's what's going to happen in this fight." Jen in crimson bikini from beachball shoot; small black gloves; long brown hair with brawler's bangs. Eliza in red, soft-leather bikini; small black gloves; hair back in curly ponytail with ringlets framing face.

During R1: Jen quickly in via pawing jabs to Dushku's body, setting up stubby right to chin: Eliza withdrawing, feeling Jen's heft early. Hewitt stalking - dragging her right (back) foot as she's steppin-to - showing Eliza the straight-right lead; jabbing jug; hooking off the jab...Hewitt's uptempo attack rushing Eliza around the ring. Dushku trying to hold her canvas late by standing-and-hooking...she eats a thumping left in the liver as fighters fall in, forcing her to clinch at bell. Cheap cuff-in-the-tits late as Jen's left swats Dushku's top upon separation: ref moves in as tempers flare in the first.

R2: Eliza shows a boxing look - pivoting clockwise around a punishing left jab. Small glove pounding at mouth, both cheekbones...Eliza working with cruel efficiency at arms-length. Jen grumpy - right at her cheek/left across her gut...Hewitt's left tit exposed and Eliza leans in to spank it righty, really slamming into beef to get the crowd hollering. Big taunting smile Eliza as wincing Jen shifts to earmuff: Sheriff immediately in off the jab up top to hook that breadbasket, hook that breadbasket. Hewitt grimacing, but digging in: she hook-receipts Eliza's jugs in close, then covers up just in time to partially block the Dushku left uppercut. Fighters dipping side to side, trading economical lefts and rights in close...Eliza steadily driving Hewitt back in rousing exchanges. Ropes - Dushku stretches out behind her jab, maintaining distance: Jen forms high earmuff - elbows out wide from her ribs...Eliza touching her poke; knock-jabbing that hairline; cuffing hooks from a fully extended left arm, then ; DRILLING in the right hands. Jen cuffed and buffetted, but doing a good job denying any home runs here. Eliza all eyes blazing when she whirls away at bell.

R3: Pressure from Jen early causes Eliza to scamper: Sheriff gradually circling, working behind her jab to settle down outside. Jen stalking in earmuff, bending and bobbing on approach, but not closing: Eliza's got her munching stiff left jabs from outside. Dushku circling clockwise, keeping up steady chatter as she pumps stick: pik...PAK: "Touchin' your face at will Jen!" One-two in the jugs: "Get used to it, baby!" Hewitt scowling, moving her head, not getting hurt - but she's definitely having some geometry problems. HISC girls applauding, nodding on the ringside bench: Eliza glowing with Jen-busting confidence through 3.

R4: Jen doubles up the jab to Eliza's tits/stomach; leans in with a wide, sweeping right to ribs...thumping power drives Eliza to ropes early. Dushku forms aggressive forward-leaning earmuff, looking to punch-with: Jen edges into close-proximity - left shoulder rubbing Eliza's raised hands as Jen's hooking down behind Dushku's right elbow. Hewitt murderous to the midsection, ripping both sides of the plate from a solid, flat-footed stance - backside shuddering side to side as she thumps away. Eliza grimacing, but fitting in answers: little right uppercuts chip at Jen's chin inside; swiping left hooks clout at Jen's jugs, trying to get them to back off. Bruising, unforgiving stuff back and forth - Jen outworking Eliza, gradually reducing her when Dushku leans back into ropes while swatting a close-in hook to Jen's chin. HEWITT'S ROCKED! Jen suddenly goggle-eyed, stunned on the spot: Eliza fetches her a clipping right uppercut off the right (back) plant-leg; pivots counter-clockwise off the ropes to let Jen fall face-first INTO them, then; curls back in to unleash hell. Jen sagging butt-in-ropes, covering up in desperate earmuff...Eliza lets her hands go in straight, jackhammer flurries up the middle, punching apart Jen's guard, pounding her face, stamping those jugs. Ref just about the stop this thing as Jen starts to wilt, then the BELL sounds! Eliza seething, chest heaving...she's about to turn away, then thinks she better clap a slap-chop right hand atop Jen's breasts just to make sure of them. Battered Hewitt all groggy and outraged...Eliza strutting back to corner for a standing-O from her team-mates: Dushku's just stolen a Hewitt round with late power.

R5: Girls get to hooking midring, exchanging robust left hands up top...Jen gets her hip into a great, ringing blast and ELIZA'S ROCKED! Dushku suddenly sleepy-eyed, staggering back on her heels, nearly sitting down at the ropes...Hewitt storming forward, POUNDING a stubby right hand palm-down, just beneath Eliza's heart. Top of Jen's head in between Eliza's mitts...Hewitt bumpin' and a scrubbin' in there - working the midsection, occasionally drifting low into trunks as groaning Dushku tries to cup her hands at Jen's ears. Thumping stuff...Dusku able to put heels of her hands into Jen's shoulders and shove her off, but Hewitt won't relent: Jen jabs Eliza's jugs; leans in close with right hand thumping loud on ribs, then Hewitt's right back inside, working. Dushku ashen-faced, demoralized - Jen being all brawny, butting chest with the top of her head, using her shoulders and elbows to deny Dushku clinches, keeping those hands moving to gut. Jen just shoveling in here - hard, hard lefts and rights, no shoe-shining: she's twisting into the shots, shifting weight on her hips to get every last ounce of leverage. JKO girls on their feet, laughing/clapping/shouting...'Pack girls on their feet, horrified with concern...Mishy yelling: "GET! OFF! THE ROPES!" Swan girls on their feet - Natalie's face sour with disgust. Short, clubbing right across the mouth stuns Dushku, leaves her staring...she slides to her left, covering up as she turns left shoulder into ropes and bending herself forward almost double. Jen: fighting just off Eliza's backside, her left hand resting on Dushku's lower back, Jen's right hoisting up and into Eliza's tortured belly PUM! PUM! PUM! Jen pushing both hands on Eliza while shifting position to fight just off Dushku's left shoulder. Hooks now for Jen - pounding at exposed left-side hips/ribs...Hewitt riding her right hand atop Dushku's upperback as the left hands REEF away. Jen's backside shuddering side to side; Jen's jugs a-jumpin' as she grunts and slugs; Jen's JKO teamates going into hysterics shouting "FINISH HER!" and "YOU GOT HER!" and DOWN GOES DUSHKU! Scarlett and Chabert hugging and jumping and squealing on the spot as Dushku swoons. Eliza absorbing, absorbing, stiffening up in her crouch...eventually pitching forward under the pounding, sprawling tummy down parallel to ropes. Eliza: mitts at her chin; elbows under her body; left cheek down; eyes closed in KO'd little scowl. It's OVER: KO5 Jennifer Love Hewitt.

AFTER: Monstrous beatdown on ropes goes on and on in slow-mo replays - most angles showing Jen's backside and reefing hooks while Eliza soaks up harm on ropes. Camera's lingering on shocked HISC vixens:
Claire: stunned, arms crossed, her hand coming up to wipe a tear from her lashes.
Mish: gulping, staring.
Kristen: crying, looking around for support; no one's hugging her.
Mila: lips crimped, shaking her head.
Natalie: Pissed. Arms crossed. Eyes furious. Eliza's the second 'Pack member to let her down.

Once revived, Eliza stands swaying on the spot for ref's formal announcement...soon as Jen's hand is raised, Lacey's hugging up around Eliza's waist from behind, waddle-walking a groggy sheriff to JKO corner. Jen clapping happily, hopping up and down, then joining the JKO corner party.

It's "Girls Night Out" all over again.

Jen takes over from Chabert in the corner, gathering Eliza up chest to chest; slamming her hard enough into corner to whiplash-loll Eliza's head. Jen: both hands on Eliza's shoulders, pressing in chest to chest with Dushku...Hewitt brings a business-like left thigh up with a quick thrust, packing the meat in across Eliza's gut to bunch her up "UH-H!" Quick as a vixen, Jen's arms rope around Eliza's head, folding her face deep into jug.

Jen's expression: obscene satisfaction mixed with hard-working determination to get the job done.

Scarlett to Jen's right, Lacey to the left - the girls crowding in close, each with one hand at Jen's back, one hand on Eliza's back, forming a cozy little huddle. Lacey/Scarlett shouting encouragement and taunts...weight of Jen pushing Eliza's buttocks into turnbuckles as Dushku's hands push at Jen's hips. "Oh God, you're taking jug!" Lacey chirps happily; Jen cinches up her arms, nibbling her lower lip as she gets all the squeeze she can.

Finally, Jen pulls Eliza's head down with both hands, then rolls through on a right-arm European uppercut, throwing Eliza up and back into turnbuckles, arms flopping over the top ropes, head lolling. Jen slaps Lacey on the butt, growling: "Get in there!" Grinning Lacey rushes to comply.

Lacey: hands on Eliza's shoulders as she crowds in close - lifting that left thigh up in tight across Eliza's gut, bunching her forward with a sick little gurgle. Lacey grinning happily, wrapping her arms around Dushku's head: more jug for Eliza as Lacey settles in.

While Lacey's working rack, Jen snuggles in behind Eliza - Hewitt's pelvis taking the place of the turnbuckle at Dushku's rear-end. Jen's hands cup at Eliza's ribs on either side...as Lacey's pushing forward on Eliza, driving Dushku into Jen, Hewitt leers over at HISC vixens, making outrageous "OH!" faces and reveling in the Wolfpack's horror. Scarlett grinning, shaking her head: "You're too bad, Jen!" - Johannson with her right hand on her hip, left arm across Chabert's upperback/shoulders. Hewitt just milking this, eventually bending forward onto the inclined plane of Eliza's back - resting left cheek happily in between Dushku's shoulder blades to maintain eye-contact with Claire - Jen's hands looping around Eliza's belly in a light hug. Poor Dushku! Groggy, all but out...her hands move from Lacey's hips to push on Jen's wrists...there's just no escape.

Eliza's legs give way, but Jen's bearhug keeps her upright: Chabert switches-out with Scarlett; Jen slaps a right hand on Eliza's hip, then slides out from behind to clap a high-ten with Lacey. Chabert and Jen embrace, overjoyed at the defeat of Eliza: Scarlett finishes up on the dregs, pouring jug to a limp and devastated sheriff.

FINALLY, Dushku is allowed to fall to canvas deep, deep in jug-shock...Jen and Lacey grab an ankle apiece; drag Dushku on her belly the length of the ring, her breasts scudding along canvas, her left cheek distorted by the dragging, curling her lip off her teeth, her arms trailing limp above her head. Conquered meat deposited in HISC corner; Jen wipes her hands in exaggerated fashion, huge smile in place. JKO girls mount the corner ropes, pointing, taunting, beating their chests at stunned HISC vixens on the floor...Jen shouting "2 and 2 girls! 2 and 2!"...it's a devastating slap-in-the face celebration on Wolfpack turf.