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1 July 2012 Elisha Cuthbert vs Jennifer Love Hewitt

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Posted by simguy on July 1, 2012, 9:36 am

(#4 BEST OF SEVEN)

JUGS OF MASS DESTRUCTION (JMD) BOUT

BEFORE: Pomp and circumstance surrounding Jen's 100th fight - JKO PR dept. pulling out all the stops to put maximum pressure on Elisha. "It's a good time to be in the Jennifer Love Hewitt business," Hewitt grins all cocky at podium. "I'm entering the 100 fight elite club - at Elisha's expense. I'm defining my career with what's turning out to be a rout of Elisha in this best of 7 series. And best of all, I'm gonna get JMD payback on a girl who needs a rack reality check. I'm just really feeling it these days guys...everything's going my way and poor Elisha must feel like she's caught in an avalanche of ME!"

Cuthbert serious, even subdued...beaten twice in quick succession she's suddenly behind in the series and facing a rejuvenated, very aggressive Hewitt in JMD. "I just have to punch harder and be more stubborn in the exchanges," Elisha says, eyes looking a little haunted by recent setbacks. "She's been hitting me some very good right hands and I have to adjust to that but even still: I KNOW I'm better than Jennifer. I know it in my heart, and this series is not over. She thinks JMD is a boost for her, but it's not: it's going to be the turning point for me. The biggest mistake she made in negotiating the schedule is including these bouts, because my jugs just can't be stopped!"

Elisha in black velvet bra and panties, black gloves; damp blonde tousle. Jen in bright purple satin push up bra and panties bordered in dark purple lace; long dark hair loose, in gentle curls; black gloves.

During R1: Action! Jen stepping in with frisky, wide right-hand roundhouses to Elisha's left flank - Jen's back (right) foot skidding up off canvas upon spanking contact. Gasping blonde girl punched into a stumbling counter-clockwise semi-circle...Cuthbert absorbs initial shock, answering back a brisk right/left/right palm-down criss-cross combo to Jen's jugs. Hewitt stung, but stubborn: SHE hammers back a clouting hook across Elisha's jugs, shouting "HAH!" upon scoring. Chopping short right for Cuthbert, claps palm-down across Jen's jugs; hook/right hand across Elisha's jugs in receipt - girls just standing toe-to-toe, pounding away in turns from medium/close distance. Grunting, slugging stuff as girls get stubborn - stocky legs setting firm; strong backsides ringing...neither lass looking to disengage; both intent on maximum rack damage in unexpectedly organized, deliberate fighting. Bell: Jen pounds an extra right hand across Elisha's tits for luck, bringing ref in hot.

R2: Grim-faced girls trudge towards one another - Jen feeding her blonde a shoving lead right to rack, then doubling it; Elisha grunting, but holding ground, clouting Jenny left/right across her jugs, drawing a gasp of pain from Hewitt. Jen: pounding right palm-down to proud blonde gut; straight left palm-down against rack. Elisha hooking Jen's jugs once, twice, then SLAMMING a short right across jug...Hewitt smote onto her heels, lips pursed in pain as Cuthbert makes an impact. Blonde girl reaches in under Jen's arms, chesting Hewitt to ropes...initiates a period of slugging hold-and-hit as girls squirm in tight. Elisha crowding, rolling her right forearm in and down across Jen-jug, then rolling in the left forearm. Poor Jennifer! Packed against ropes, getting bullied...she's reaching round Elisha's shoulders, trying to hug her close: Elisha crosses arms against Jen's jugs, drives with buns-and-legs to compress brunette rack...Hewitt's cry of outrage brings a happy cackle to Elisha's lips - her breath hot on Jen's cheek in the elinch. Grinding trench warfare - Elisha atop Jen at ropes...blonde girl bullies her brunette to bell; takes a little extra by hooking Jennifer's tummy after pushing up off throbbing Hewitt tits.

R3: Elisha's left arm across Jen's shoulders; Jen huddled in close, gloves at her jugz - blonde girl bodies brunette awkwardly into ropes - Jen's left hip riding cable. Elisha slugging right hands out of the wrap, pounding away on Jen's guard underneath...Elisha pushing in on Jennifer, wedging her into ropes...poor Jenny can't do a thing! Hewitt whining - getting bullied here though doing a good job of jug-protection - ref eventually pulls blonde off huddled brunette to restart the action. Same pattern emerges - Elisha slugging Jennifer into defensive crouch: blonde girl wraps left arm around Jen's shoulders, drives her to ropes, cuddles-and-slugs with right hands underneath until ref moves in. Hewitt sniveling a little, stocky legs unable to hold canvas as determined Elisha drives in again and again...blonde beating the points out of brunette body via simple, resolute, mindless attrition.

R4: Fight tumbles into ropes - Elisha pushing Jen's butt onto cables at the open. Fighters form "cauldron" - left arms looped around offending heads while right hands shove away to belly/tits underneath. Elisha in better position, pushing in on Jen and getting leverage...Hewitt eventually wriggles left arm in under Lishy's right to turrrrrn Elisha into cables. From top position, Jen pushes in with left shoulder; works right hands underneath to tummy, then wedges short rights to jug up top. Elisha grimacing, eventually wrestling Jen back into ropes: blonde girl earning payback through the same sort of shoving attrition. Stocky-curvy stuff - tummies and jugs in constant direct contact; curvy little bodies struggling to push one another down so shoveling plunder can commence. Bell: Jen on top, crushing in close - she's rolling her forearms left/right/left against Elisha's jugs as there's no room to punch...poor Elisha whining in complaint until ref pulls Jen off.

R5: Grim, grinding attrition continues - girls compacting one another to ropes, shoving punches into tummies or tits, or crossing arms against rival jugs and pushing in to compress. Fighters crying out when smote; gasping and grunting with effort...sweaty stuff to manage the other's curvy weight, get on top, and do work. Elisha gradually imposing her will - pushing Jen to a seat in ropes; shoving her sideways; leaning a forearm onto Hewitt's strong, sweaty back to slump her forward, then beating her with the free hand to body. Bell: Jen mouthbreathing, blinking away tears...Hewitt visibly drained, ass kicked, but Lishy little better. Blonde girl mouthbreathing, walking back to her corner hands on hips.

R6: Grim subjugation of Hewitt continues as Elisha slugs wide and reckless midring to spook Jen into tight defensive looks, then wraps the left arm around Hewitt's shoulders to stampede her to ropes. It's cuddle slugging at its most brutal...Jen's left hip on ropes, slumping forward in a huddle as Cuthbert leans in, left arm across Jen's' shoulders. Elisha's right leg well back, pushing her weight on Jen, keeping brunette left side trapped on ropes while punching her brutish right hands up underneath. Jen guarding her jugs so her head's available...Cuthbert wisely slugs Jen in her mouth and ear, stunning her, loosening up the guard and freeing up that rack! ELISHA BREAKS THROUGH! Jennifer helpless, sleepy, taking punches...Elisha pushing in, teeth bared - she's seething, belting Jen her hardest rights and THE REF STEPS IN! Elisha hopping away: "YAH-HOO! YAH-HOO!" Poor Jennifer blubbering in protest, legs very rubbery beneath her as ref cradles her to safety...it's TKO6 Cuthbert - Elisha pulls even 2-2 in the series, winning the JMD struggles as Jen wins the technical combats.

After: Jennifer at ropes, gloves removed, lower lip trembling as she stoically awaits her fate. Elisha all grins, hopping friskily across the ring...as she closes, Jen raises her hands, so Elisha grasps Hewitt's wrists...leads to muscular struggling and writhing as Elisha pulls at Jen's guard, trying to wrap the left arm around brunette head while Jen pushes Elisha's chest off. Frustrated with the wrestling, Elisha finally punches a right hand to tummy, bunching Jen up 'UH-H!" - quick as a trap, Elisha's arms slap meatily around Jen's head, folding her face into quivering blonde jug.

Cuthbert: left arm strong behind Jen's head; left hand gripping blonde right bicep; back of right hand pressing at Jen's skull.

Jen: slumped forward face deep in jug; hands at Elisha's belligerent hips; butt pressed into ropes as Elisha pushes forward.

Elisha: decadent satisfaction in her smile; right cheek atop Jen's head; tongue peaking out pink between dry blonde lips. Every once in a while, Cuthbert will kiss Jen atop the skull - a quick peck of disrespect - then she settles back in cheek-on-crown to let her jugs do the work.

Poor Jennifer! Her hands cup at hips, or push at spoiled blonde belly. Every once in a while, Jen tries to stand up off ropes, but Elisha leans in heavy, sitting her back down, keeping those jugs clamped on tight. Elisha's burly shoulders writhe as she adjusts her grip - always keeping Jen held snug.

Finally, Jen's knees give way...Elisha releases with a grin as Jen falls to her haunches - her left forearm up, braced across Elisha's thighs as blonde girl looms over her conquered foe. Jen panting, face sweat-shiny, eyes glassy with jug-shock: Elisha grinning down, crowding Jen, taunting: "What happened, Jen, hey? Huh? Jugs quit again? Baby that's twice I've put the jug to you. Twice!"

Elisha goes to her knees in front of Jen on her haunches - Hewitt's left forearm braced against Elisha's sternum; Cuthbert just leaning in against the arm, hands dangling at her sides. "More jug, Jenny?" Elisha teases. "Baby want more jug."

Jennifer: "Nuh." Brown hair sweat-damp, hanging straight down across Jen's breasts, right palm pressing canvas. "Nnn," Jen grunts, fearful of Elisha's weight.

Elisha: "Too bad." Cuthbert overwhelms Jennifer, leaning in atop brunette, crushing her to canvas. Hewitt desperately twisting herself tummy down beneath her tormentress, drawing elbows in to her body, clasping hands at her chest, putting her forehead on canvas. Jenny flat to canvas, making herself heavy: when Jennifer Love Hewitt sets herself thus, can one Elisha Cuthbert turn her over?

Elisha sits up on Jen's lower back, determined to try.

Blonde hands pull at Jennifer's left shoulder, then the right. Frustrated, huffing and puffing, Elisha tries to grip at Jen's chin, but brunette keeping a nice tight tuck, keeps her head down. Grunting Elisha tries to wedge hands in between Jen's arms, but it's just too tight...finally Elisha sits up - hands flat on Jen's sweaty back - and barks at ref: "It's JMD ref - make her turn over!"

Ref: "It's between you two 'Leesh. Work or get off."

'Lisha: scowling. "Fine!"

Cuthbert shifts her hips back, scooting herself onto Jen's legs, hands flat on Jen's hams. "Turn over!" Elisha commands. Jennifer doesn't move. "Turn Jenny - I mean it!"

Jen stays still.

Elisha: left hand braced in under Jen's left buttock; right hand raised to shoulder, and; POUNDING right hand to glutes. Another right hand; another...now Elisha's shifting to balance herself on right hand while pounding in lefts.

Jenny's buns denting-in beneath Elisha's fists; buttocks trembling and jostling. Still Jenny keeps her head down, gritting her teeth.

Sweat flying from Elisha's brow...she hunkers herself down over her haunches, dropping elbows ground-and-pound style into those glutes. Multiple rights, multiple lefts - Elisha just slamming away on beef, getting it done on Jenny's backside.

Hewitt: shuddering; sobbing into the canvas - still won't lift her head.

Jenny sits up again, face red with effort, lips pressed tight with determination. Right hand slips in under Jen's left buttock - webbing of Elisha's thumb-to-forefinger tracing out the line of Jen's backside where it joins the thigh. Elisha crosses wrists so left hand grips in under Jen's right buttock and oh no: HAMMY CLAMP!

Elisha SQUEEZING in on those humming hammies, tossing her head forward and back as she asks herself for more power. NOW Jenny's head comes up off canvas, cheeks wet with tears...Jenny screaming, eyes shut tight. Hewitt can't take it, she twists her torso, reaches back to her glutes with her left hand to pry apart that agonizing grip. It's the form-break Elisha needed: she grabs that left arm, pulls it; leans in close to control the left shoulder, and muscles Jen in stages onto her back!

Oh how Jen struggles - gets her hands in the way, twists her head side to side, but in the end, Elisha's jugs descend across Jen's face, arms wrapping up strong around Jen's head, Elisha's hands gripping at her own shoulders. Elisha's right cheek on canvas above Jen's head; Elisha's legs on either side of Jen's flanks - it's a good strong position for blonde-girl. Hewitt's hands push at Elisha's strong thighs; Jen's palms knead at Elisha's brawny lats; Jen trying to plant her feet and bridge, or reach her legs to either side - all to no avail. Gradually, Jennifer's movements cease...she's helpless beneath blonde deadweight, taking Elisha's jug.

Eventually, officials tug at Elisha's shoulders, peeling blonde-girl off her victim. Poor Jennifer: lips parted, eyes shut in cranky jug-shock, body thick and heavy on its back - Elisha's happy laughter the soundtrack as Cuthbert is lifted away.