If you are citizen of an European Union member nation, you may not use this service unless you are at least 16 years old.
You already know Dokkio is an AI-powered assistant to organize & manage your digital files & messages. Very soon, Dokkio will support Outlook as well as One Drive. Check it out today!

27 June 2012 Elisha Cuthbert vs Jennifer Love Hewitt

Page history last edited by Archer844 11 years, 9 months ago

Elisha Cuthbert 7.jpg Jennifer Love Hewitt 14.jpg

#1 BEST OF SEVEN (JMD RULES)

Posted by Jeri's Knockouts (Sim Results) on June 27, 2012, 11:01 pm

BEFORE: “We just don’t like each other,” a resolute Elisha Cuthbert states prefight, “I mean, seriously… What more reason do you all need for us to duke it out with each other in a best of seven? I know… she’s a talentless tramp who needs to be given a brutal dose of reality, and I know that those slutty jugs of hers that she keeps shaking around are in dire need of humbling, but besides that. Come on… It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together.” Jennifer Love Hewitt purses her lips, smoldering silently at her opponent’s words, but otherwise is in total agreement at the need for this series: “For years I’ve had to deal with this coattail-riding tramp trying to hype herself up as my greatest rival of all time and her babbling about she’s going to have the greatest triumph of her career at my expense … What she needs to do is shut the hell up. I mean to put an end to this poser once and for all.” Punditry is aflame with the announcement that specific matches will be JMD – commentary is all over the place with a multitude of predictions about which of the two has the advantage in the series with this turn of events. Stakes are even higher with this being Elisha’s 100th fight – blonde is determined to win this important milestone in her career, while brunette is equally determined to deny her such a triumph. Cuthbert in midnight blue bikini; white gloves. Hewitt in black bra-style bikini; black gloves.

DURING R1: Furious slugging at the onset as Jennifer and Elisha trade punches to each other’s chests. It’s a lot of sloppy, free-swinging and wide punches – shrieking and screaming at the top of their lungs as battle caroms back and forth across the ring, Cuthbert and Hewitt come across more like a pair of co-eds in a cheap foxy boxing production than they do A-list FCBA competitors. It’s eye-catching though, and more importantly, it’s both competitive and substantial – contacts between leather and jug are solid, and initiative seesaws back and forth between blonde and brunette. Late in the round, Elisha traps Jennifer against the ropes and zeroes in on brunette rack with her fists… Hewitt’s grimacing, punching back but not able to match Cuthbert’s energy, unwilling to give up her back to the blonde this early in the fight… Elisha’s able to gain a small bit of separation to take the first round. Bell: Cuthbert wraps her arms around Hewitt’s waist and pulls herself close, snuggling up against the brunette and pressing their chests together for comparison – Jen snarls as she pushes back with her chest, refusing to be cowed or intimidated by her hated foe.

R2: Bracing left-right hooks to the outsides of Jennifer’s breasts have her grimacing and stumbling back on her heels; Elisha lands another pair of blows, then another, then another as she drives brunette from midring back into her corner. Hewitt’s back hits the turnbuckle as she tries to cover up ramshackle, but Cuthbert wrestles apart her guard and continues to pound away without mercy. Hard minutes for Love fans to watch as Elisha has her way, alternating between crisscrossed punches to the insides of Hewitt’s jugs and hooks to the outside. Jennifer repeatedly tries to clinch but is rejected each time and stacked up into the corner – by round’s end she’s reduced to crossing her arms across her midriff, cringing and bleating in pain as she’s unable to do anything but take it. Bell: Elisha hugs up Jennifer again, grinning as she grinds her chest into Hewitt’s even more emphatically than last round – Jen snivels, trying and failing to keep her composure after having her rack so thoroughly humbled.

R3: Inconclusive minutes as Elisha and Jennifer bog each other down in tangled arms and hot, sweaty clinches. Both ladies are still trying to get at jug with whatever free hand is available whenever they tie each other up, but no serious harm is being done. Hewitt and Cuthbert are each tripped and dragged down to the canvas on more than one occasion, eating precious time off the clock as the referee struggles to restore order. Tempers flare and harsh glares are cast in both directions at the stanza’s end – there’s still plenty of jug hate to go around, even if meaningful action is sparse.

R4: Jen shrugging lefts and rights into Elisha’s jugs, curling uppercuts into the overhanging ledge of blonde’s rack. Cuthbert cringing, brawling back with swinging punches of her own, but she’s getting beaten to punches and forced back by brunette ferocity. Midway through, Jennifer rocks Elisha with a particularly hard right uppercut to left breast… Cuthbert wobbles and backpedals as she unravels suddenly… Hewitt lunges in with two more right hands and CUTHBERT GOES DOWN! Elisha blown to her back, blubbering as the pain overwhelms her – Hewitt stands over her, taunting and shrieking for her to get up before being bodied back to a neutral corner by the ref. Elisha regains her composure and rises to her feet at 8, and HEWITT’S ALL OVER HER! Brunette charges in and bullies blonde back into a corner then goes jug with vigor! Cuthbert’s beside herself, slumped against the turnbuckle as her breasts are violently jostled in their cups by Jen’s slammin’ fists… Hewitt’s taking everything she wants as she hooks and uppercuts Elisha’s chest at will. Bell: now it’s Jen who’s chesting up and press her dominant jugs into Elisha’s – Cuthbert whines as she struggles vainly to escape Hewitt’s grasp, clearly displeased now that the bra is on the other pair, so to speak.

R5: Crowd pleasing slugfest erupts as Cuthbert recovers and gives as good to Hewitt as she takes. Ladies wade into each other like they’re battling in mud and fight a hard slog from bell to bell, never letting up on each other for even a moment. Elisha’s cries and squeals of pain are steadily growing louder with subsequent blow, mainly in the form of uppercuts that pound her tits flat against her chest… Jennifer’s soaking up plenty of punishment as well, her anguished howls joining the blonde’s in a chorus as her own breasts are hammered by hard and steady blows. Bell: Elisha and Jennifer fall in against each other again, clinching and pressing their chests together – it’s now just as much a consequence of tiredness as it is a show of jug pride.

R6: Fatigue is taking hold over the fighters as the pace of punching wanes after five heats of furious trading. Eyes of both ladies now brimming with tears, screams are loud and anguished… neither can maintain any pretense of stoicism any longer, yet neither shows any sign of quitting or giving in to pain. Combat goes from midring to the ropes then to ropes on the ring’s adjacent side then back again. Jennifer pumps her fists into Elisha’s tits with a slightly faster, slightly more energetic hup-hup-hup… Cuthbert punches back with her right cross, trying to keep pace with her hated brunette rival, but she can’t quite keep up as Hewitt outworks her to take the round.

R7: Brutal battle of attrition continues in midring – how much more punishment can these two ladies take? Exhaustion and furious pace of the JMD contest has left both competitors drained… punching is tired and losing its form as Jen and Elisha call on all their reserves simply to throw one more punch or withstand one more pounding blow to jug. Plaintive sobs escape both ladies’ lips with each impact of leather on chest – both are at the brink of collapse. First Hewitt lands a heavy right to left tit to put a tremble in Cuthbert’s legs, then Cuthbert smashes a left into Hewitt’s right breast to buckle her knees, then Hewitt harms Cuthbert with a weary but vicious left-right combo… on and on like this. Midway through, Elisha slams a right cross squarely to Jen’s left jug… HEWITT GOES DOWN! Brunette screams in agony as she jackknifes to the canvas, forehead pressed to the mat as she cradles her chest… she can’t get up! Hewitt just lays there sobbing piteously as the count passes her by. KO7 Elisha Cuthbert.

After: Brutal and abrupt end to the match as Hewitt’s jugs simply can’t take anymore punishment. Iconic shot of the night from the ringside photographer: Jennifer’s in the foreground lying on the canvas cringing and beaten while Elisha shows us her backside, arms raised in victory as she saunters to the neutral corner. Trifecta of a night couldn’t be any sweeter for Cuthbert – she’s won the 100th match of her career, she’s beaten Hewitt in a JMD match, and she’s up 1-0 in this best of seven series.

Elisha gets her gloves cut off and marches on Hewitt, who’s still lying face down on the canvas and crying softly… Kneeling down in front of her foe, Cuthbert pulls Jen up to her knees as well and folds her forward, securing arms around head and squeezing tightly with her jug smother. Hewitt’s squeals are muffled as her face is buried in hot, sweaty flesh… she’s pawing clumsily with gloved hands at blonde ribcage, trying to force her way free, but to no avail – Elisha’s got her locked up snug.

Smother goes on for a minute or two – Cuthbert’s alternately relaxing then cinching up her arms, adding to Hewitt’s torment – when she suddenly releases and snuggles her body up against the brunette’s. Jen’s head is lolling as she sags in Lishy’s grasp, but she’s quickly brought back to reality as blonde crushes her rack with a chest to chest bearhug! Hewitt throws her head back and screams in agony, breaking down into another fresh round of sobs – her jugs are in no condition for more Cuthbert at this point.

Elisha nuzzles her face against the crook of Jen’s neck, smiling prettily – she’s savoring every moment of this. She’s not going to quit until she has everything she wants either:

Elisha: “Tell me Jen, whose jugs stopped whose?”
Jen: “Nnn… No… Oh god…”
Elisha: “Whose jugs are the best? Say it!”
Jen: “N… Never! Never!”
Elisha: “SAY IT!”

On and on like this – Cuthbert torments Hewitt as their chests crush together, but she can’t get what she wants from the brunette. Eventually Jennifer’s been pushed onto her back with Elisha stretched out on top of her, mashing her tits down onto Hewitt’s while screaming for her to verbally submit. No dice: Jennifer’s sobbing both from the pain and humiliation that comes from getting her jugs smashed by a rival’s triumphant pair, but she’s too proud to give in, perhaps even too much so for her own good.

Elisha finally goes for another smother – she’s got Jennifer’s wrists pinned to the mat above her head as she playfully rubs her chest back and forth across the brunette’s face before pressing it down forcefully into Hewitt’s face. Jen’s too tired, too beaten to resist much further – her feet slide back and forth a little on the canvas as she writhes futilely for freedom, but even despite the lack of a good cinch she doesn’t have it in her to fight Elisha’s jugs anymore. Hewitt’s body soon relaxes as she’s knocked out for the second time in a single night.

Cuthbert finally relents, releases Hewitt and rises to her feet, posing triumphantly with one boot planted firmly on brunette’s chest:

“Don’t worry Jen… We’ve still got three more fights to go… You’ll admit my jugs are the best by the time I’m done with you!”