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30 June 2012 Post Cuthbert vs Hewitt III

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Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on June 30, 2012, 7:21 pm

Blubbering and incoherent moans from a beaten and wrecked rival – nothing could delight Jennifer Love Hewitt any more than this.

Elisha Cuthbert was in what was by now becoming a familiar position: sitting on her stool in her corner, struggling to shake off the effects of a monstrous knockout punch. Moving in on the hated blonde, Jennifer took a seat astride her lap, facing her with her own legs straddling the outside of Elisha’s. Elisha meekly tried to push at the brunette’s shoulders, but to no avail – Jennifer simply grabbed her wrists and shoved the blonde’s arms away with ease.

“Last time it was one,” Jennifer chirped, “This time it’s two!”

“N… No…” Elisha whined. Before she could protest further Jennifer was already snuggling up and thrusting her chest into the blonde’s face. With both hands around the back of Elisha’s head, Jennifer playfully rubbed her fabulous tits back and forth across the features of her face, stretching out the torment just a bit longer before sinking her teeth in for the kill. And go in for the kill she did, tightening her arms as she pressed her jugs into Elisha’s face and began to smother her out.

There was less struggling from Elisha than compared to when Jennifer smothered her out after their last fight. Jennifer didn’t know if it was because she was more exhausted this time around or if it was because she was resigned to her fate. Either way it wasn’t going to make this moment any less sweet for Jennifer. She hugged and squeezed and mashed with her jugs, using up every last drop of her hated foe.

Jennifer could sense Elisha starting to go under. Relinquishing her smother, she pulled her chest off of the blonde’s face, taking a good look at her handiwork. Elisha was parched and suffering badly from jugshock as she moaned with eyes shut tired – without the support of Jennifer’s arms her upper body slumped back limply against the turnbuckle. Rising off her seat, Jennifer took Elisha by the hair and tugged her off the stool, dumping her face down on the canvas. Rolling the blonde onto her back, Jennifer knelt down on the mat by Elisha’s head facing her legs.

“Just remember Lishy, I gave you a chance to submit already,” Jen said emphatically, “I could have made it easy on you. You have no one to blame for this but yourself.”

With that Jennifer brought her torso down and planted her jugs for the promised second time on Elisha’s face, laying herself out in a north-south alignment. She nuzzled her face against the top s of Elisha’s breasts as she ground her own into the blonde’s face – they felt so soft… so punchable… so badly in need of conquering. Both of Jennifer’s hands were free - there was no need to secure the head as gravity and the weight of her breasts were sufficient to do the job – she reached forward with one and encircled it around Elisha’s breast, giving it a meanspirited squeeze just to deepen the blonde’s misery.

Elisha was writhing as she was being denied air – twisting her body back and forth in an effort to wriggle free, stamping her feet on the canvas in her helplessness. Jennifer reached for Elisha’s wrists and secured them to the canvas while she pressed down with her torso to make sure that the blonde would not be getting a reprieve from the jug smother. Above the roar of the crowd, and from beneath the generous flesh of her hulking rack, Jennifer could make out demoralized and muffled sobs coming from Elisha’s mouth. Jennifer smiled.

Elisha’s body began to relax and then had one final shudder before going still. Jennifer lifted her jugs off of the blonde’s face and sat up, beaming at the sight of her triumph.

“Two down, two to go Lishy!”

POST FIGHT: THE HATER'S CLUB

Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on June 30, 2012, 7:23 pm

Bourbon on the rocks.

Lacey Chabert picked up the cold glass from the counter and brought it to her lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. The beautiful brunette was at the bar of THElounge at Mandalay Bay’s THEhotel – scant hours earlier at the casino’s event center Jennifer Love Hewitt had vanquished Elisha Cuthbert in the third match of their best of seven, taking a 2-1 lead. All around her, the air was filled with a multitude of voices, blurred together in a mixture of jubilation and merrymaking. For her part though, Lacey had nothing to be cheerful about. On the lounge’s TV screens the fight was being replayed for the umpteenth time – cheers went up every time Jennifer staggered Elisha with that killer right hand of hers.

“Hey there, Lacey! Fancy running into you here!”

Not expecting her name to be called out by an unfamiliar woman's voice, Lacey looked to her side and saw another pretty brunette slide in and take a seat on the stool next to her. Lacey gave the newcomer a perplexed look.

“It’s me. Minka!” the other brunette loudly and merrily said.

“Huh?”

“Minka Kelly?”

“Who?”

“From Lookout? You know who I am! Stop pretending you don’t!”

Lacey rolled her eyes. So much for ignoring the problem and hoping that it would go away. “Are you sure you want to be seen here with me right now? After the stink you’ve raised Hilton’s going to rip you a new one for the mere appearance of fraternizing with the enemy.”

“Please. Don’t be such a Debbie Downer. I’m here to celebrate tonight,” Minka replied as she was handed her drink, something green and likely melon liqueur-based.

As if on cue, a roar went up throughout the bar’s patronage as Jennifer’s right cross landed flush on Elisha’s jaw on the TV screens, buckled the blonde’s legs and drove her to the canvas. “WHOO! Look at her go!” Minka shouted.

“I tried to get them to turn it off,” Lacey explained, “But somehow, men are magically entranced at the sight of that fat cow shaking her jugs around for all to see.”

Minka glanced down at Lacey’s own more-than-modest chest for a second before resuming eye contact. “You’re one to talk, aren’t you?”

“Over in our camp the best of seven is all anyone can talk about. Everyone from Jeri on down to Scarlett is suddenly acting like Love is God’s gift to man. What about me? I’m the premier small girl at JKO, aren’t I? I’m not the one who got her jugs handed to her four fights in a row!”

“C’mon… Where’s your team spirit?”

Lacey gave Minka an incredulous look. “Now who’s being a hypocrite?”

“I prefer to think that this is my long-awaited vindication,” Minka explained as she took a sip of her own drink, “I’ve been saying all along that Cuthbert’s all but done. Once Love’s finished handing her ass to her, the powers that be will drop her or at least sideline her. Lookout! will be better off for it in the end.”

Lacey shook her head. “It’s a no-win situation for you, don’t you think?”

“How? There’s no such thing as a bad Cuthbert loss as far as I’m concerned.”

“If Elisha wins-”

“Not likely,” Minka tersely replied, taking another sip.

“…If she wins, then she wins and you’re left being Lookout’s second string for the rest of your career.”

“As I said: not likely.”

“If Jen wins,” Lacey continued, “then Front Street will almost certainly give her the next bantam title shot. Neve and Love are BFF unlike any other. She’ll move on to bigger and better things and everyone will forget all about you.”

Minka leaned in and gave Lacey a sinister, wicked grin. “Well, if that’s the case then I’ll just have to pound Love’s jugs into canvas a second time, won’t I?”

Lacey didn’t know how to reply. Half of her wanted to applaud Minka for their shared sentiments, while the other half couldn’t help but be put off by Minka’s brazenness.

“You’re alright, Lace,” Minka said, giving the more diminutive brunette a friendly slap on the shoulder. “I didn’t really know what to think of you, but I can tell already that we have a lot of common ground.”

“Uh-huh.”

“If you’ll excuse me though, I think there are some people here in need of an expert’s commentary on why Elisha Cuthbert’s an overrated hack of a fighter.”

Lacey watched as Minka stood up from the bar and began to make her way to a small congregation transfixed by the sight of Hewitt jugging out Cuthbert on the TV screen. “Enjoy this moment while you still have it.”

“Sucks to be you, Lacey!”

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on June 30, 2012, 7:57 pm

Elisha Cuthbert sat in the office with Paris Hilton and Michelle Trachtenberg. Both of whom were looking at her with concern and sympathy.

Paris didn't waste any time though with either, asking bluntly, "What the hell is going on, Elisha?"

"I'm at a loss to explain it." Elisha said angrily, arms crossed over her chest.

"No you're not." Paris responded, "You're at two losses. In a row. To Jennifer Love Hewitt."

Michelle Trachtenberg spoke up as well, "And don't respond with I don't know either, because you do know. She's been beating you with that right hand of hers over and over and freakin' over."

"You have to stop that, Elisha." Paris said.

"I already know that, Paris." Elisha responded, "And I'm working on it."

Paris smiled, "I know you are, Elisha but you've got six weeks to work even harder on it. Six weeks to learn how to pick up that right hand and establish your own punch against her."

"That first match could've been a fluke," Elisha admitted, "But this second match shows I have a lot to work on."

"You're better than her." Michelle responded, "You've beaten her the last few matches coming into this Best of 7, you beat her in the first match - in a JMD contest no less, and you're going to win the next three matches to close this contest up in your favor."

Paris agreed, "Jennifer Love Hewitt has a lot of support from your rivals like Rachel, Britney, Neve and others. That's because you're the best and they're afraid of you."

"I've noticed that.." Elisha stated, "All of them are coming after me. Plus, I've got frickin' Minka jinxing me the night after I won the first match."

"About Minka..." Paris stated, "You and her are banned from sparring with each other or having any contact with her the next few weeks. We had a meeting with her already. She'll be training offsite until this Best of 7 is over."

"No more Minka?" Elisha said hopefully, a little smile appearing across her face.

"For now..." Paris responded, "You two will need to deal with it at some point, but right now, in addition to everybody else trying to get into your head right now, you can't afford to let Minka in your rearview mirror bothering you too. Stay focused, Elisha."

Elisha nodded, "Trust me. The next match is a JMD match and I won't lose that one to her."

Michelle said, "It's Jennifer Love Hewitt's 100th match and you need to spoil that for her. She's coming in with a ton of momentum. A ton of it. She's playing cheap, she's playing dirty and she's playing for keeps."

Paris' eyes glittered angrily, "You can beat her. You're better than her and you're going to win this. It's still early, but you can't let her win again. You need to take back control of this."

Michelle said coolly, "For the next six weeks, you are going to get some serious training in both JMD tactics and in-ring tactics. Most days of the week, you'll be training with Emily Van Camp and Hilary Duff. Those will be your sparring partners and they are going to spar hard. They won't be taking it easy on you."

Michelle continued, "And as far as JMD tactics go, you'll be working with Jessica Simpson, Lindsay Lohan and Kim Kardashian, depending on their schedules. As far as JMD goes, they should have a lot to teach you. Though obviously, given their differences, never at the same time."

Paris nodded, "Leven Ramben will be training with you as well. She's got an upcoming match and will be working hard to make sure she gets herself ready for it."

Michelle grinned, "And Missy Peregrym will be working with you too. She owned the bantam division and if you listen to her, she can teach you everything you need to know. You can and will beat Jennifer Love Hewitt."

Paris smiled, "You are going to go over the tape of the last two matches exhaustively with them and with our training staff. You are going to examine each match you've had with Jennifer Love Hewitt - you're going to look back on every video we can find about Jennifer Love Hewitt in the ring. We're going to find every single flaw in her game and in yours. You're going to fix them and you're going to kick her ass."

Paris took a break, smiling before continuing, "You are one of the best blondes in boxing. There's no doubt about it. We picked you here at Lookout! Boxing because we believe you're one of the best fighters in boxing. You are a Hall of Famer in our eyes and we don't give a d*mn what anybody else says about you."

Michelle looked at Paris, leaning forward, "But, if you want to separate yourself from the rest of the division, now is the time. A Best of 7 is a big, risky thing. Lots of fighters won't take the risk and they'll shy away from it. That's why we haven't seen one of these series in years because people are too scared to do it."

Michelle beamed, "But you didn't. You stepped up and this is going to be one of the biggest moments of your career. You just need to step up and seize the moment. Take Jennifer Love Hewitt down, whatever it takes."

Paris smiled, "And I know that you can and you will. Get back to what you do best. Break her body down and don't let her get you out of position. Be aggressive from the start. Before the match even starts, make sure that Jenny knows you're in control. Elisha Cuthbert, not Jennifer Love Hewitt, is in control. Understand?"

Elisha had listened up until this point, eyes flickering with determination and motivation. Regardless of the train wreck these last two matches had been, she still had a lot of confidence that JLH hadn't beat out of her and a lot of determination that she couldn't be smothered out of her. Paris and Michelle both enjoyed the fire that they saw displayed in her eyes.

Elisha stood up, "I am going to do this. Jennifer Love Hewitt is mine. I wanted this Best of 7, I wanted to prove I'm the best and it's time to take this series back. Jenny Love is going to find out that she can't handle me."

"That's what we love to hear!" Michelle said, given Elisha an impromptu high five.

"We have no doubt - not even a shadow of a doubt - that you can do this. We know that you are going to win this Best of 7 and take Jennifer Love Hewitt down where she belongs." Paris grinned, "Now head to Video Archives - Emily VanCamp and Missy Peregrym are there to go over some tape with you, then some training with them. Time to turn this around and get back to what makes you the best."

Elisha stepped out after quite an encouraging pep talk, which gave sense to a renewed sense of vision and focus. Elisha had trained harder than ever for this Best of 7, but now that she was down, had to work at it even harder.

Walking into the video archive room, Elisha glanced up on a quote emblazoned besides the doorway, from Muhammad Ali, "The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses — behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights."

Elisha reflected on the truth of those words and decided to win the next match long before she ever stepped into the ring with Jennifer Love Hewitt again. There was no time for hesitation, doubt or quit. It was time to win.