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29 June 2012 Post Fight Cuthbert vs Hewitt II

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Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on June 29, 2012, 8:56 pm

“Wakey wakey, Lishy!”

Cupping Elisha Cuthbert’s cheeks in her ungloved hands, Jennifer Love Hewitt grinned the brightest grin of her entire life as she shook the blonde’s head back and forth. Elisha was still struggling to shake off the effects of the gobsmacking right cross that ended her night, sitting on her stool with her back slumped against the turnbuckle padding. A beaten whimper escaped from Elisha’s lips as Jennifer forced eye contact, drawing a cruel chuckle from the brunette in return – she was going to savor this oh so much.

Taking blonde hair in both hands, Jennifer tugged Elisha up to her feet. Elisha clattered as she was forced into a standing position, wilting against the turnbuckle for support.

“Tell me Lishy: who kicked your ass tonight?” Jennifer asked.

No response from the groggy blonde. Jennifer let go with her right hand and gave Elisha a meanspirited backhand across the jugs, drawing forth an anguished squeal.

“Answer me!” Jennifer screamed.

“No… no…” Elisha blubbered in reply.

Still holding on to the blonde’s hair with her left hand, Jennifer pulled her arm back in dramatic fashion, taking the time to flex her fingers as she balled up a fist… and then she punched. Elisha squealed and flinched as three quick crosses shot towards her face in sequence and stopped mere inches away from making contact.

“Who’s the better woman, Lishy?” Jennifer asked. “SAY IT!”

Still no response from Elisha. The blonde was sobbing – she just wanted this nightmare to be over.

“Okay… I’m fine doing this the hard way,” Jennifer said.

Wrapping both hands around Elisha’s head, Jennifer pulled her face down into the waiting swell of her heaving bosom. Panicked squeals from the blonde were muffled and lost within the hot furnace-like embrace of the brunette’s cleavage… Jennifer purred with satisfaction as she adjusted the positioning just the way she liked it then squeezed tightly with her arms, one cradling Elisha’s head and the other tightly gripped around her neck as she sealed the blonde in.

Jennifer was pushing the slumped blonde back into the turnbuckle now, leaning in with her full weight and really bearing down as her hot, hulking jugs deprived Elisha of air. She rested her chin on the crown of Elisha’s head, taking the time to enjoy the smother for all it was worth. The blonde’s breath tickled a bit against the flesh of her mighty orbs – Jennifer squeezed tighter with her arms, pulling her vanquished foe even deeper into the inescapable maw. Elisha was trying to push her way free with both palms pressed against Jennifer’s obliques, but her arms had no power. The brunette felt it unnecessary to increase the violence to ensure compliance – no need to spoil the moment.

Thirty seconds of smothering soon became a minute, and a minute soon became two minutes. Jennifer was satisfied that all of the energy, breath, and hubris had been wrung out of Elisha, and she released her smother. Without support Elisha’s legs gave way immediately as she slid down the entire length of Jennifer’s body, her snoozing face rubbing along first the brunette’s belly, then hips, then finally her right thigh. Jennifer smiled as she took hold of the blonde’s hair with one hand and looked out into the crowd, posing triumphantly. Flashbulbs were going off everywhere as the moment and the pose would definitely be the picture of the night.

“I’m just getting warmed up, Lishy… I’m not through with you yet

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on June 30, 2012, 1:50 pm

Elisha Cuthbert was walking down the hallway to her room, having just got finished with a video session to examine the Best of 7 match. It was late, she was tired and she still had to get up early the next morning to train hard to recover from that match. Elisha knew the next match would be pivotal and she couldn't afford to be caught off guard like that again. Not if she wanted to win this series. Elisha would not suffer another humiliate like that again. She was here to make Jennifer Love Hewitt suffer, not the other way around.

Elisha had almost made it to her room, coming into the hallway with her room in sight when she found a far more unwelcome sight in her path. Minka Kelly was sauntering through the hallway, hands on her hips with a grin. Besides JLH, Minka was the last person she wanted to see.

Minka, on the other hand, looked positively overjoyed to see her.

Elisha moved more quickly down the hallway towards her room, but Minka blocked her path slightly to impede her progress.

"Hey there Lishy..." Minka said, unable to hide the smugness in her voice, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling like I'm not in the mood right now, Minks.." Elisha said, stepping towards her door.

"Are you feeling like you should be listening to me more often then?" Minka said with a grin, "Not to say I told you so, but I told you so."

"You haven't told me s@#$, Minka!" Elisha said furiously, "This series is FAR from over. She tied it up, but I am going to win the next match and the match after that!"

"No, Lishy, what you don't seem to understand is that the series IS over and for that matter, so are you." Minka says with a laugh, "If your own magazine is asking brunettes for advice, you know you're in trouble."

"I'm surprised you didn't offer a little quote or two, Minka..." Elisha said with a glare, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Trust me, I will. Blonde! Magazine knows I'm very quotable." Minka says with a grin.

"So does Snark Magazine." Elisha says coolly, "You anonymous little skank!"

"I know you think that was me, Lishy." Minka laughs, "And maybe it was. But, let me tell you, I don't have to be quoted anonymously. I can tell you right to your face. You're going to lose. You're not going to win this series. Everybody knows I'm going to replace you here, including you."

"I don't know anything of the sort, Minks!" Elisha said, "Every one of my doubters and that includes you is going to be proven wrong. And once I've won this series, I'm going to take them down one by one. Starting with Jennifer Love Hewitt. That's my focus right now. Now get out of my way!"

"I'm always going to be in your way." Minka said, stepping closer, "You just need to get used to that, Lishy. You are over and this series is just going to be the start of that. Jennifer Love Hewitt will start and I'll finish."

Elisha glared at Minka and was about to respond when Hilary Duff came around the corner. Yawning as she said, "What's going on here?"

"Nothing." Elisha said coolly, before suddenly slamming her forearm into Minka's chest to send her staggering backwards with a yelp. Clutching her cleavage as she shouted angrily, reaching forward for Elisha. Elisha had already strolled forward to her room though and slammed the door behind her. Locking the door just as Minka tried to surge through it, Elisha stormed over to her bed and sat down.

Too angry to sleep right now, Elisha opened up the online edition of Blonde! Magazine to read the analysis again and knew that she had to win this next match. It would be one of the most important matches of her career. She couldn't - and wouldn't - lose the match or the series.

Time to step it up. Jennifer Love Hewitt would pay - big time.