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4 July 2012 Elisha Cuthbert vs Jennifer Love Hewitt

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#6 BEST OF SEVEN

 

Posted by simguy on July 4, 2012, 10:02 am

 

BEFORE: Back straight, chin up...to submissive body language from Jennifer Love Hewitt as she takes the podium. "We're going to a 7th fight," Hewitt assures the press in prefight. "I stop Elisha in her tracks in this fight; roll her up for the win in the next. That's all that's going through my mind. I don't dwell on the past; I don't mull over the many, many chances I've had to put this girl away...she's wriggled off the hook like the worm she is, so there's more work to do. My mind is clear, my body is honed...I'm ready to do whatever it takes to get Elisha beat!"

Cuthbert upbeat - flashing the sunny disposition and happy grins of the girl who began this odyssey many weeks ago. "It's finally here," Elisha beams at podium. "Match point; Jennifer's last gasp. You know when you've broken a girl down psychologically; you know when she's beaten, and I felt Jen get to that place in our last fight. I pulverized Jennifer into defeat - beat her on her own sparring courts...all that's left for me is to put mitts on meat until whatever's left of Jen gives out. We will NOT go to a 7th fight...I'm putting my foot down; I'm finishing up on Jennifer love Hewitt, bending her to my will, in this the sixth and FINAL fight of our series!"

Jen in her lucky white bikini; white 50s style gloves; hair in pretty waves long down her back, bangs tied off her brows. Elisha in midnight blue bikini; white 50s style gloves; hair in damp shoulder length kinks.

During R1: Girls crouching close - Elisha with left hand at hip, right near her mouth...she steps in, lifts that short left hook to Jen's chin as Hewitt loads up righty and DOWN GOES HEWITT! Jen punched to her glutes all sitting up in astonishment...Elisha cackling, jogging to neutral corner as Jen scrambles up quick. Jen proves she's not hurt by wading in on Leesh: brunette dipping torso-right in her crouch, pawing that left jab to get close, then leaning in to carry right hand to Cuthbert-tummy. Girls reach in to push at opposing arms/ribs/hips...sturdy-legged beauties straining to walk the other back, placing the odd right hand thick to gut en route. Jennifer muscles Elisha to ropes, mauls her, pushes her face back over top cable...Hewitt rough with her blonde, shoving and slugging as Elisha tries to hunker down/cover up. Systematic sledgehammering stuff applied by Jen...she's leaning on Elisha, slamming right hands to blonde left flank - using that left hand to reach in and push on Cuthbert, keeping her hunched forward.

R2: Jen methodical, crouching, dipping torso-right while pawing her left...when in range, she leans forward, packing that heavy right hand into Elisha's waist CHUP! Cuthbert grunting, lifting right uppercut to Jen's jugs, then girls are laying in heads-in-shoulders, hands pushing, buns-and-legs straining. While hunching forward, both beauties work underneath, curling short lefts and rights to quivering tummies, overhanging racks. Jen gradually getting the better of it - that short right uppercut really digging in thick to gut; her legs steadily stepping and planting en route to backing Lishy to ropes. Down the stretch, it's Jen working Elisha over ropeside: blonde girl stooping forward behind her mitts - brunette batting left hooks out wide behind Lishy's right elbow; ripping Elisha short, muscular right hands to breadbasket, jug or pate - Jen keeping that delivery short n' snappy. Cuthbert grumpy, taking too many hits...she bobs on the spot over the last few seconds, arms crossed against her chest.

R3: Bitter mouth on shoulder fighting as girls bog down in one another midring. Girls push and knuckle at one another's biceps or bodies; bob on the spot in strong, flat-footed stances while fitting each other for short-arm body blows or clubbing head shots in tight. Both girls bobbing in crossed arm as the other's getting off: neither vixen looking to take a backward step. Down the stretch, Jen takes the wind out of Elisha with a swinging hook to paunch...Jen torso-rolls low and around, then bobs up into right uppercut...ringing blast kicks Elisha's head back, finally unhinging blonde knees! Cuthbert wobbles out of orbit, blinking in confusion to her right...chopping right from Jen toggles 'Lishy's chin, spilling her ragdoll to ropes! Jen: stepping-to in crouch; pawing that left hand; TURNING OVER THE RIGHT HAND! Gobsmacking short right cross explodes across Elisha's mouth, draping her in stupor on ropes...bell sounds as Jen's starting a follow-up hook: she makes sure of Elisha's jugs with a cheap late hit before ref can jump in hot.

R4: Girls close for push-and-punch midring - sturdy, curvy legs STRAINING to take territory as fighters lay-in. Fighters using tops of their head to butt inside opposing left shoulders; hands to push underneath, then swing for body. For two minutes, fighters rotate in wandering circles - grinding on each other, slugging it out tit for tat...finally, slowly, Elisha's able to walk Jen to ropes, crowding in close to stuff a right forearm/shoulder into Hewitt's jugs. Elisha gets it going down the stretch - dipping side to side to pull haymakers into Jen's shoulders/flanks/ears; bobbing or torso-rolling in strong flat-footed stance, then rising up into wallop. Jennifer standing in for a bad beat: face grumpy/bytchy, right hand at left cheek/left across her gut as she tries to slip/deflect bashing blonde work. Bell: Elisha's still right there, pushing and a-punching - ref pulls little blonde bully off whining Jen as tempers flare.

R5: Elisha making inroads early: stepping-to; getting her hands on Jen's biceps; laying in head-on-shoulder; stepping her back. Jen grimacing, backside trembling with effort of resisting Elisha, but Cuthbert takes her brunette to ropes, starts to work. Bashing, methodical wallop applied: Elisha dug in strong, bobbing and rolling side to side, pulling shellack onto Jen. Hewitt slow-rolling in the pocket, taking heavy blows on her flanks and shoulders. Down the stretch, Lishy's pace slows after Jen fits a tuff left uppercut to sternum...blonde girl mouthbreathing/wincing: brunette gathers her up, turns her into ropes, starts to administer beating-in-kind. Cuthbert groggily taking - right hand at left cheek/left across her gut sponging it up as Jen lifts compact-punching brutality into brawny blonde torso. Bell: Jen's right hand slap-cudgels down across Elisha's jugs, drawing a shout of protest and the ref.

R6: Battered vixens flat footed, breathing hard, but SO determined...fighters crouching, pawing left hands to locate, then laying-in to work. Girls taking right hands to paunch with similar facial expressions: mouths open, eyes frowned shut. Groggy looks of waxen-eyed stupor when the other girl goes to jug. Sleepy/bytchiness in the clinch, walking each other around - curvy thighs, full backsides, lascivious tummies giving their all in the scrum. Down the stretch, Jen: left hand pushing at Elisha's right inner-elbow, crowding close while delivering short, drifting right hands across Lishy's mouth, or cramming righty to gut. Cuthbert stunned, wobbly-butt...strong legs holding her up as she absorbs steady work to bell.

R7: Oh that slogging midring scrum - fighters pushing in, working tummy, trying to step one another back. All even for a couple of minutes but a thick left/right to Jen's paunch bunches her up wincing in gutshock...Elisha reloads, hooks Jen's tits, hops in as Jen's backing out and hooks Jen's chin. Hewitt glassy-eyed, hitting ropes in a fog...she forms weary earmuff, sitting in ropes as Elisha steps-to, plants her feet strong. Elisha pops hips-right, dragging that left hook in behind Jen's right elbow while shouting "HAH!" - Leesh bringing her fist back to her belly as Jen droops. Back the other way - Leesh dipping torso-left to chop her right hand in behind Jen's left elbow - bringing mitt to tummy on hacking follow-through. Back and forth - Elisha like a little blonde blacksmith at the anvil, just hammering out the points. Jen's sturdy-curvy legs hold her up, but when she straightens at the bell, tears stand in her eyes as she hugs her throbbing body.

R8: Battered beauties slouch to midring, paw for each other, feed each other tuff right hands amidships, fall in brawny. Sleepily, stumbling, they writhe to get arms in under the opponent's arms, chest-bulling each other around, mouths open moist on brawny left shoulders. They spill to ropes, whining and gasping, cramming right hands to body while crowding the other girl to ropes, then they reverse, tumbling along aprons in brawling clinches. They fight in corners, jamming the opponents buns into turnbuckle; bobbing to get head below the other's chin - lapping rights and lefts to thighs, trunks and tummy as fatigue spoils aim. Fighters are stumbling ruins near the end, holding and hitting each other into groggy mutual stupors. Final seconds, they form cauldron - left arms looped round heads while shoving right hands plunder belly and jug until ref moves in. During the break, both girls openly sob on respective stools, getting chests iced down, thighs rubbed as trainers try to muster non-existent reserves.

R9: Jen gets it going early - head in Elisha's left shoulder, fists pumping for Cuthbert's tummy hup-hup-hup. Blonde girl groaning, pushing Jen in her shoulders while backing away...Hewitt crouches, then jumps in a swinging hook, CLAPPING 'LISHY TO CHIN! Vacant how-could-you stare from Elisha...she staggers back to ropes, somehow keeps her feet, covers up earmuff and HERE COMES JENNIFER! Hewitt POURING it to Elisha, sensing the quit. Hewitt crowding with hands atop Elisha's head to pull it down, then BASHING her thick, hateful lefts or rights behind elther elbow. Lishy SCREAMING from the hits, shuddering in the pocket - STILL her curvy legs won't give. Jennifer huffing and puffing, reaching underneath to push Elisha upright against ropes: more pumping abuse packed into Elisha's tummy as Jen keeps her head in Cuthbert's chest. Elisha whining, reaching in under Jen to get beneath her and pay her back to the body hup-hup-hup...Jen bobs low, gets underneath, straightens Lishy up and belts her body. Crowd roaring as Jen just pours it to Elisha; Cuthbert hanging on grimly, fighting back in spots to show defiance. Unimaginable brutality - girls in tight, shoulders shrugging to work short punches...Jennifer starts to fade and ELISHA COMES ON! Down the stretch, blonde girl able to step-plant on that front (left) leg, pushing on Jenny, hooking her midsection, clipping her the right uppercut - gradually backing Hewitt up. Jen groggy, open-mouthed...SHE'S OUT OF GAS! 'Lishy moving forward, turning her torso into short, clubbing right hands across Jenny's jugs...Hewitt driven to ropes, lips trembling as weary tears start to flow. 'LISHY'S GIVING IT TO JENNIFER! Love Hewitt hurt, sagging rump-in-ropes, right at left cheek/left across her gut...Leesh just belting away from a strong stance - torso-rolling low, then straightening up into wallop. Jennifer's head lolling, body limp and heavy in ropes - curvy-strong legs holding her up as Elisha's HANDING OUT A BEATING! Hooks exchanged to chin; right hands...ELISHA'S TORSO WHIPSAWS ON HER HIPS! Blonde girl staring, hands at her waist...brunette out on her feet, setting herself, popping hips-right to hook Elisha's helpless tits! Crowd roaring - mindless vixens out on respective feet, pawing at each other, then belting away for the finish. Ref steps in - slack-jawed fighters trying to paste one another late...it's a round of the year candidate as bewildered sluggers look around, temporarily uncertain as to where corners are.

During the break, trainers shouting into drained, battered faces, trying to stoke punishment-doused competitive fires...both girls drifting in and out of consciousness, crying listless tears...both hupped to their feet from under their arms and pushed out into the ring at bell.

R10: Groggy circling - left hands at hips, right hands at mouths. Elisha's head kicks back from Jen's jab; Jen grunts upon receipt of Elisha's receipt-jab to tummy. Leesh steps in with that short left hook off the hip to Jenny's tits, smiting them a terrific clout...Hewitt knocked onto her heels, steadies herself just in time to walk Elisha into a chopping overhand right to chin. Later, fighters circling sleepily...Jen steps close, hooks the gut, getting Lishy to cramp up "UH!" Jenny hooks rival jugs a nice tight swipe; fits the short right uppercut to jug as well; throws the left shoulder into Lishy's tits to get her tottering backward. Ropes: Elisha slackjawed, covers up earmuff, rump-in-ropes. Jenny: crouching approach; pawing left hand; torso-dip left to lash a fat right hand in behind Elisha's left elbow. Blonde girl moaning in the pocket, keeping her guard up: Jenny hesitates, then shoves the left uppercut to Elisha's tits, getting in snug between Cuthbert's forearms. Right to the midsection, left to the midsection...Jen hunching shoulders forward, bouncing mitts off meat - she's in an organized forward crouch, just picking Elisha apart. Right uppercut tries Elisha's guard; left chops at her gut; palm-down right hand round punch loops around blonde left elbow to ribs. Left uppercut; right to the paunch; left to the paunch...Elisha sponging it up, keeping her hands in place, trusting curvy legs to withstand this work. Jen groggy-methodical, crossing arms to push Elisha in her guard, then getting back to the waistline right/left. CUTHBERT'S KNEES BUCKLE then straighten...blonde girl just willing herself to take this, drawing Jennifer out. Hewitt out of gas, but pacing herself - she beats the waist, clubs head-and-shoulders, bobs on the spot, pushes up on Lishy to reset. BELL! Blonde girl sniveling, thighs all a-tremble, but she's still standing...ref pulls weeping Jennifer off as this one goes to the cards.

Comes back 5 rounds a piece: knockdown the difference for Elisha. She takes down Jennifer Love Hewitt best of 7, winning the 6th and final fight UD10.

AFter: Jennifer staring, eyes glistening up with standing tears, tummy trembling as Elisha's hand is raised; Elisha's shrill cries of triumph fill the ring. Cuthbert showing no new-found sense of respect...as Jennifer's drifting in a stunned daze to her corner, blonde girl shoves her hard in the back, shouting: "GET OUT OF MY RING!" bringing both camps to def-con4.

"I banged it out of Jenny," Elisha bleats in postfight, still wiping away happy tears. "Me and her - grinding it out fight after fight: my body just outlasted hers. I'm better. I'm truly better than Jennifer Love Hewitt. That's what the record books are going to say, and that's what this means!"

BLONDE! Mag reporter just beaming in the midst of in-ring press-scrum: she perks up - "Lishy! BLONDE! Magazine...You pulled away after the second JMD to win three straight from Jen - how'd you get your footing to come back from 2-1 down against a girl like this?"

Elisha: "Um, you know...I think I just got stronger over the series while she kind of faded. I got used to her power: punches that had hurt me very badly in the early fights, I was able to withstand in the later ones. I adjusted to her right hand - she has a good, sneaky right hand -but I figured it out with my sneakier, better hook. And she couldn't take my power...in the end, my legs really outperformed her legs in these fights. She saw a lot of canvas in this series."

BLONDE! "So what do you think was the turning point?"

Lishy: "Well, the second JMD fight was huge. She was on the verge of series dominance; the night was a huge event for her...if she had won that, she would have had a ton of momentum going into the fifth. But also the gluteal-ground-and-pound I gave her - I think that really took its toll. She never recovered...I think she took too much punishment that night and I had the edge from then on."

BLONDE! "Any plans to follow up in other disciplines? Can we expect to see you hounding Jennifer in La Conquista, apartment, Posts and other competitions?"

LISHY: "Obviously, when you rout a girl, you want to chase her down - give her no chance to regroup - so I may well take the fight to her as you've suggested. Jennifer's a broken woman now - spent...it's a golden opportunity to push her out of competitive celebrity altogether, so I've got to be mindful of that. Put it this way: I see Jen sunning her butt on a beach somewhere? She's getting pounced!"

BLONDE! "What's this mean for you in the LOOKOUT Gym?"

LISHY: (smiling demure) "Well, as you know, there's been a lot of Alpha-confusion in our gym, but I think this series puts an end to that. I've obviously gone to a level that Minka and Hilary can't reach; I've separated myself from them, and I think that's going to stabilize things for us. I'm recommending that we move Minka and Hilary against Hewitt to follow up on my work here, and that's probably a good pattern for us going forward: I smash the hard targets; they mop up. So that's what I think of them: they're mops!"

BLONDE! "Our twitter account's filling up with congrats for you Elisha - including tweets from Charlize Theron and other elite blondes...what's it all mean to you: how does it feel to have beaten Jennifer Love Hewitt best of 7?"

LISHY: Goes to speak, but her eyes well up...all she can do is shake her head, smile as happy tears flow.

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