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27 June 2012 Post Fight Cuthbert vs Hewitt I

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Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on June 27, 2012, 11:33 pm

3 Weeks Later: No One Loves Me & Neither Do I

"I think I saw her for the 1st time maybe in a news stand… ~ She was nickin’ a mag & dressed oblique ~”

The mixed sounds of a wailing guitar, steady drumbeat and thumping slide bass filled Scarlett Johansson’s ears as she stepped through the door and walked into the Jeri’s Knockouts training facility. The raunchy and bluesy riffs were being played over the gym’s PA system at a volume that was inescapable, overwhelmingly loud, and oblivious to anyone else’s tastes or musical preferences. Scarlett scowled.

Tonight was not her first exposure to this particular song – she hated it about as much as she hated the person who had undoubtedly chosen it as night’s soundtrack. Said individual no doubt thought its title and lyrics to be a clever wordplay. It wasn’t. It was inane and stupid, and Scarlett couldn’t understand how anyone could think otherwise. The fact that it had become said individual's de facto theme song only made matters worse for Scarlett, as she'd lost track of the number of times she'd been forced to listen to it over the last 18 months… Oh how she loathed it.

It was late at night, far later than anyone would normally be at the facility. The gym was dark except for a bright patch on the far side of the ring that was its centerpiece. This place ought to have been empty, but Scarlett knew that it wasn’t completely vacant – she’d received a text message from Lacey Chabert inviting her to come. Invite probably wasn’t the right word… Lacey had begged her to come. After all the crap the brunette had pulled over the last year and a half, Scarlett had been half expecting an ambush tonight. However, there had been a subtle plaintiveness in her textspeak… Scarlett had half a mind to abandon her to whatever plight she’d found herself in, but the thought of reveling in Lacey’s misery was too good to pass up.

“If I should vanish ~ Don’t get caught of guard ~”

As she rounded past the ring, Scarlett finally caught sight of what had brought her here. On one hand was Jennifer Love Hewitt working a heavy bag in a tight black t-shirt, athletic pants, and bag mitts – she was oblivious to the blonde’s presence as she pounded her fists into the punching bag. On the other hand was Lacey in a similar attire, holding the punching bag secure in her arms – the younger of the two brunettes cast Scarlett a plaintive and forlorn glance.

“Make her stop!” Lacey whined, “Why won’t she stop?!”

The blonde cast her an annoyed look. Dressed in a white tank top and jeans – she had half expected an ambush, after all – Scarlett crossed her arms under her heaving chest as frustration got the better of her. “You called me all the way down here at this hour for this?”

“We’ve been here all night! I’ve been holding this up for a half hour straight now!” Lacey replied pitifully, “Talk some sense into her!”

A cruel smirk crossed Scarlett’s face as she realized what was going on. Schadenfreude at Lacey’s expense was one thing – getting it from her primary antagonizer was another matter altogether. Scarlett was suddenly glad that she’d showed up tonight.

“All gone tomorrow ~ Because life doesn’t wait ~ You can keep your soul ~ I don’t want a cell mate ~”

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen,” the blonde cackled, “Look at you, Jen… All shook up after losing a JMD match to Cuthbert… You’re pathetic, you know that?”

Jennifer didn’t so much as cast a glance to acknowledge her rival – instead, she continued stare grimly at the bag, thumping at it with her fists at the same steady pace.

The blonde decided to rub the salt into the wound just a bit more. “Elisha’s got better jugs than you. She’s tougher than you. She’s going to have your way with you and beat you in this best of seven. It must hurt to know that your outclassed, doesn’t it?”

“Call me ~ I’m loose & ready to go ~ People in a world about to lose control ~”

Again, no response from Jen.

Scarlett chuckled as she reached out to place her hands on Jennifer’s shoulders. “What, you think I’m just going to go away if you ignore me-”

Jennifer replied by shrugging her arms free from Scarlett’s grasp. In the background the music erupted in a sudden cacophony of power and earsplitting noise. Almost as if on cue the brunette’s punching ramped up in a fever pitch as she slammed at it with unbridled and henceforth unseen ferocity.

“I know how to burn with passion ~ Hold nothing back for future ration ~”

Scarlett stepped away from the brunette, taken aback and hands up in a defensive posture – clearly this was not the reaction she was expecting to provoke with her taunts. Jennifer was glowering and caught up in a fury… Scarlett couldn’t remember ever seeing Jen like the way she was now. Somehow, despite all of the hostility that she’d harbored against the brunette, despite the burning desire to see her get her comeuppance, there was suddenly no joy to be taken from seeing Jennifer in this state.

“Listen… I know you’re going through a rough patch… We all have them…”

“I know how to be lost in lust, ~ Not because you should, but because you must ~”

“…But you can’t go on like this… We’ve all seen what you’re capable of. Nobody here is questioning your competency…”

“It burns white hot & so clouds the mind ~ Its lightning strike isn’t always kind ~”

“…That bytch Cuthbert isn’t taking a damn thing from you. You’re going to come out on top in the end. I know you can do it. I really do.”

“So use me up. ~ Use me up…”

For the next twenty seconds, not another word came from Scarlett’s lips. The music reached its climax in an orgy of slashing guitar, unbridled bass tones, and mind bogglingly ferocious drum fills. Likewise, Jennifer unleashed a seemingly unending flurry of hooks aimed at chest height. She finally added her voice to the conversation, screaming in furious rage as she hammered the polycanvas bag with everything she had left in her.

The music finally came to an abrupt halt. Jennifer’s punching also abated as she rested her hands on her thighs, gasping to catch her breath. The sheen of sweat that coated her body and her deep inhalations and exhalations spoke volumes.

“So… Are we all good now?” Scarlett asked.

As if on cue, the sound of a solitary drumkit reverberated across the gym, followed soon by the other two instruments in harmony and wailing vocals. The single track was repeating itself, as it undoubtedly had for at least the last half hour. It wouldn’t be surprising at all if the same song had been playing the whole night. Reassuming a fighting stance, Jennifer began a steady tap of punches on the heavy bag once more.

A faint smile reluctantly crossed Scarlett’s lips at the sight. Lacey, for her part, let out an exasperated groan. Without another word, the blonde turned to go.

“What?! You can’t leave me here!” Lacey bawled.

“Sucks to be you, Lacey!” Scarlett replied as she sauntered towards the door. Her head bobbed back and forth a bit as she walked… Maybe this song was finally starting to grow on her…

“Then she said, ~ No one loves me & neither do I ~”

THE NIGHT AFTER: I GOTTA FEELING

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on June 28, 2012, 10:31 pm

“I gotta feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good good night ”

Prior to this match, Elisha had been playing the Black Eyed Peas party anthem in her Ipod leading up to this momentous contest. There was a lot that critics disliked about the song and that Elisha had to agree with them. The egregious use of autotune, the incorrect use of Jewish terminology, the borderline incomprehensible lyrics and the fact that it was the Black Eyed Peas all could certainly be held against it. But, it was undeniably catchy and the lyrics fit perfectly tonight. Elisha was willing to forgive the fact that Paris Hilton had suggested it as a work-out rhythm, because at least for now, it had definitely paid off.

The entire Lookout! Roster was here tonight to celebrate a big win for their own blonde bantamweight, Elisha Cuthbert. Paris Hilton had earlier provided champagne for everybody and turned down the music momentarily.

“First of all...” Paris said, beaming broadly, “Congratulations to Elisha for winning her 100th match. There's no better way to kick off a Best of 7 against your hated rival, Jennifer Love Hewitt, than with a win. And in a JMD match no less! Does it get any sweeter?”

The entire roster had cheered and roared their approval at this particular declaration, although Elisha just smiled to acknowledge the praise. It was definitely a night worth celebrating, though Elisha reminded herself it was only one match. Although, Elisha really didn't need to remind herself, as Minka Kelly stopped over to remind her shortly after Paris' toast.

“I feel stressed out
I wanna let it go
Lets go way out spaced out
And losing all control”

“Have you seen the latest post by FCBA Magazine on their page?” Minka asked, holding her Ipad in her hands, sliding it towards Elisha.

“Hey there Minka...” Elisha stated with a smirk, not about to let her rival bring her down tonight. Taking a sip of her champagne, Elisha responded, “And no, I haven't.”

“Did you know that the winner of the first match in a Best of 7 doesn't usually win?” Minka said casually with a raised eyebrow, “In fact, in the history of the Best of 7 matches, the winner of round 1 has only won once. Were you aware of that?”

“I had no idea...” Elisha said with a grin, shaking her head back and forth, “I really appreciate you being willing to share that with me. For a moment, I had this idea that you were coming over to congratulate me.”

“Well, just thought I'd tell you,” Minka said with a smirk, giving a little shrug, “The more you know, right?” Minka laughed.

“Why don't you just skip the infomercial and tell me what you really came over to tell me?” Elisha said.

“I already did, but you weren't paying attention as usual, bimbo.” Minka said with a lick of her lips, “You're going to lose against Jenny. Beating her like that in a JMD is going to fuel her up, not break her down. She is going to dominate you from here on out.”

“Too bad that's just a fantasy on your part, Minks..” Elisha said, sticking out her tongue, “Jenny won't beat me and for that matter, neither will you.”

“Of course I will, it's just a matter of time.” Minka said, “Win or lose with this Best of 7 and trust me, you're going to lose, but either way, it's going to wear you out. Emotionally, physically and in every way possible. And guess who will be waiting there to pick up the pieces when you're all done and take my place as alpha bantam in this stable? Me.”

Elisha stood up, smirking as she just glared right into Minka Kelly's face, taking a moment to sip her champagne and regain her composure, before coolly responding.

“You keep waiting, Mink. You wait until after this Best of 7, until I finish taking down Jennifer Love Hewitt and once I finish taking down every little jealous bantam on my personal hit list. You wait until I find time for you and and guess what, honey, you still won't be good enough, understand?” Elisha said, fury lacing her tone, then walked away from a furious Minka Kelly.

“Tonight's the night
Let's live it up
I got my money
Let's spend it up”

Elisha was so busy storming away from Minka that she almost ran into a surprised Emily VanCamp, who appeared to have been listening to their conversation.

Emily smiled, “You really should ignore her honestly. All that talk about magazines and becoming the alpha bantam around here. That's not talk anybody should take seriously and especially not tonight, Elisha.”

Elisha smiled, “I know. She just drives me crazy sometimes.”

“Don't blame you there at all.” Elisha said with a look of understanding, nodding and laughing softly, “Though, if you really wanna talk about magazines, I'm sure she should check out your interview with Blonde! Magazine, don't you think?”

Elisha blushed a bit, laughing as she recalled the “Media Day” interview, “I am serious though. I could sweep her, but I won't ever underestimate JLH. She's too good to sweep, but I will beat her. I am not going to lose to her.”

“I don't think you will...” Emily said with a grin, “I read what you said about how she treated Salma Hayek. What goes around comes around. I hope you can humiliate her jugs like that three more times and when you're all finished, I don't see how she isn't going to admit your jugs are the best.”

“That's the plan..” Elisha agreed, “But, like you just mentioned, it's a big win but I need three more to really prove I'm better than her. By the time I'm through with her though, there shouldn't be any question.”

“And there won't be...” Emily nodded, “I know only one girl has won the first match and the best of 7, but you're going to prove lightning can strike twice and I think you have what it takes to sweep Jennifer. Take her down.”

“I definitely will!” Elisha said with a smile as the two exchanged a hug.

Minka Kelly watched the entire exchange, bemused as Emily sauntered away with a little smirk on her face.

“Oh and Elisha, take tonight to celebrate – this is your 100th match and a big victory for you. Enjoy it!” as Emily raised her glass in a little mini-toast as she walked away.

I know that we'll have a ball
If we get down
And go out
And just lose it all

Elisha raised her glass back in response at this unexpected encouragement from the newest Bantam at Lookout! Boxing and for the rest of the night, took her advice. Elisha recounted the match numerous times to the assembled roster, going over the pivotal points of the match and her rapt crowd especially enjoyed her recollection of the post-match. Ashley Tisdale and Hilary Duff were close by her side almost the entire night, like the three blonde musketeers. The video of the match played on almost every big screen television in glorious high definition, catching every highlight of the match. Paris definitely made sure they never ran out of food, champagne or fun the entire evening. Paris was right – it didn't get much sweeter than this. Elisha looked over at the big banner hanging over the entrance, which read “Happy 100th Match, Elisha!”

On the screens that weren't playing the match, there were screens showing highlights from many of her biggest wins and highlights of her career that somebody (or more likely several people) in the audio visual department of Lookout! Boxing had lovingly crafted. Elisha thought to herself, even in the champagne haze, that she'd have to send them a “thank you card.”

Elisha also thought about although there were a great number of highlights there on the screen, she knew she couldn't celebrate quite yet. Although she'd won her 100th match, as much as she hated to admit it, Minka was right. She hadn't won anything yet and it was far too early to celebrate. After another round of champagne with Paris and Michelle, Elisha slipped down the hall to the training area. A little break wouldn't be noticeable.

Let's paint the town (paint the town)
We'll shut it down (Shut it down)
Let's burn the roof
And then we'll do it again

Elisha took a moment to put on a pair of workout gloves, then squaring up, started to work on a punching bag hanging from the ceiling. Elisha took her time building herself into a steady rhythm of jabs and short, efficient punches that rattled the bag with each connection. Elisha grunting with each time her fists hit the punching bag, but couldn't hear them as once again, she had the Ipod headphones playing in her ears.

And as Elisha Cuthbert listened to the pop music anthem, working out hard amidst one of the highlights of her career, she couldn't help but smile. Regardless of what occurred next in this epic Best of 7 and she had every belief she was going to win, this song was absolutely right. Like she said to Blonde! Magazine, “Let's go, let's go, let's go!”

“I gotta feeling (oooooo hoooo) that tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good good night”

Hopefully, there were at least three more good nights to come here in the upcoming weeks and many more after that.

“Ooooooo hooooo “

Congratulations to Elisha Cuthbert on winning her 100th match. A big milestone and hopefully the best is yet to come.

-Lookout! Boxing