Posted by Simguy on 1/23/2004, 7:11 am.

Before; Vanessa cashing in—brazen mouth and blazing fists put her in position to face Jennifer Love Hewitt—pretty good payday for the former daytime vixen. “Hewitt’s going to be a victim—not an opponent,” crows Vanessa. “If Mishy couldn’t take my punches, Jennifer may as well not even show up.” Hewitt’s seen the tapes, she’s not impressed by Marcil’s wild, winging dismissal of Mish Williams. “You can catch Williams with wide punches, but that’s not going to get it done against me. If Vanessa thinks she’s just going to sweep me out of there, she’d better think again. I saw nothing but holes in Marcil’s game and I’m going to plug them” Hewitt in white bikini, Vanessa in soft pink bikini, so innocent.

During R1: Vanessa torquing into early haymakers—she turns her body and head all the way to one side, not even looking at the opponent while pulling the fist around in a vicious sweep, seemingly hyperextending the elbow as she turns the punch over. Hewitt staying calm, easing in and down to let the blows sail over top, dropping her back foot and pivoting to the side, leaning back planting. Midway through, Hewitt boxing smartly, throws a decoy wide, slow left, then leans into a short, blocky right hand straight to chin as Marcil loads up her own right—VANESSA GOES DOWN! Beautifully conceived, executed, timing punch bounces the bingo off the chin—Marcil blinking dumb off her backside, takes a sheepish body—Hewitt cleans up at the ropes, giving away her taut little body—Hewitt covers up with wiry lefts and rights, raking Marcil’s flanks and ears to the bell. Big smile Hewitt, Marcil taking a blow, clearly shook up—Jen takes the opportunity to lean across from the side, driver her right elbow into the pit of Vanessa’s belly, yanking a shocked shout of protest from the little brunette. Hewitt skipping away all innocent—Marcil scowling, holding her gut while bracing herself in the ropes: ref didn’t catch the increasingly popular flyweight punctuation marks.

R2: Slender limbed girls plant, slug midring—crowd-pleasing back and forth erupts as Marcil lathers up a frenzy in an attempt to get the knockdown back. Hewitt in the pocket, punching, ducking  down, blocking punches with her wrist at her ears—in the midst of a wild free for all, she comes out of a crouch, biting a hook clean off Vanessa’s chin, berating Marcil to the hook and SITTING VANESSA DOWN! Marcil astonished, looking up in amazement as once again her legs give way to Hewitt’s fists—another chastened 8 for ‘Nessa. Marcil a changed woman—she immediately clinches as Jennifer wades in-fight becomes a tangled mess as Vanessa slows the action. Rest of the way—Hewitt cautiously attacking Vanessa along the ropes, jabbing to the midsection, trying for a slashing overhand right—Marcil laying back, looking to wrap up tight and hang on for breaks.

R3: Marcil adjusting showing her skills for the first time tonight—she ciorcles with jen midring, both girls spotting jabs up and down the others frame. Midway through, Vanessa hooks off the jab, puts a banging right on Hewitt’s chin, and nails the follow up hook as Jennifer staggers back—HEWITT’S DOWN! Jenny Love’s turn to look all woozy and shocked—SHE takes 8 and ‘Nessa gets a crack at finishing. Hewitt covered up—Vanessa squaring away and lathering those flanks—good bouncing rips off taut flesh have Hewitt squirming in discomfort. Spirited work to the bell as Hewitt open mouthed, ragged—and VANESSA gets that elbow-strike back! Hewitt helpless, crying out a Marcil digs an elbow deep to belly from Jen’s left side: Marcil’s pink little tongue out to one side as she diligently applies the hurt. Ref turning around too late: a;ll he sees is a gut-shot Jen, happy-strutting Marcil en-route to her corner.

R4: Both girls have been nicked, hurt—respectful boxing from both this round. Hewitt a bit more polished—her jab’s dominating Vanessa’s—Marcil forced to walk in and pay the toll for getting in range to hook and work inside. Jen doing a nice job disengaging—Marcil’s only able to fight in spots—Hewitt spreading her out, touching her up, steering her around the ring for points.

R5: Jenny applies more polish. Jabbing to set up wide, decoy hooks, she’s getting that blunt, short right hand off the shoulder, leaning her body into it and banging Marcil square in the teeth—Vanessa staggering back from the punch and looking a little shopworn early. Hewitt more cautious on follow up, not pouring into the breach any more—she’s content to peck away at Vanessa’s left eye and chest the jab, circle and look to spot the right cross, humming it over Marcil’s low left mitt. Vanessa lumping up, getting outclassed, shutout in the fifth.

R6: Marcil trying to break Jennifer’s concentration with pressure, but Hewitt’s up to the challenge. First two minutes a series of engagements—Marcil fighting her way through the chiseling, chippy jab of Hewitt’s, then trading furiously to the ribcage. Hewitt channeling Marcil, funneling her into the exchanges and giving every bit as good as she gets—both are scoring, but Jen’s determining when and where they go at it. Down the stretch—Jen stepping back and to the left, luring Marcil forward, both girls punching, but Vanessa’s getting out of position and Jennifer fits a tidy, right hand short and sharp across the cheek—PUTTING VANESSA DOWN! Marcil on all fours, slapping the canvas in frustration—she’s being set up and knocked down by a very professional Jen Hewitt tonight.

R7: Boxing, both girls: Jennifer’s better at it. Marcil chastised by the knockdowns, confused—her pressure’s been diffused and turned back on her, but her boxing’s not any more effective. Hewitt bouncing straight lefts and rights off that swollen left eye of Vanessa’s closing it up by the end of this round with hardhearted persistence. Marcil grimacing—she’s a confused beauty this round.

R8: More one-sided Jennifer Love Hewitt boxing—Marcil slowly giving ground to the ropes, gradually covering up—Hewitt starts to square up and go at het girl like a bully in playground. Pretty much a Hewitt romp to the dying moments when Marcil tugs at Hewitt’s chin the hook and shakes Jen’s legs. Love Hewitt stepping back wonky—caught as she was throwing herself—Marcil storms in and gets wrapped up tight as Hewitt plays it safe to the bell with a clinch.

R9: Jennifer Love Hewitt—poised, calm, executing like an old pro, She’s circling patiently, spotting her jab, pre-empting Vanessa’s big swings and easing around them. She’s buttering up Vanessa’s midsection with licking lefts and rights, working her way up-torso and clanging away to the chin with breezy, swinging blows. Marcil all slapped up and shopworn, staggering back from the multiple strikes to her body and face—Hewitt even shouting “WOO!” after scoring at will, loving the sight of Vanessa on ramshackle legs.

R10: Hewitt just keeps laying it on, Marcil not shutout in these rounds, but she’s tentative, ineffective—she’s missing when she loads up and she’s only poking when she’s doesn’t. Hewitt circling left, sliding in whenever it suits her, getting off in rhythmic, slashing bursts, just systematically whittling away on what’s left. Marcil all busted up, shabby by the bell: hollow eyes, hurting pout tells the tale. UD10 wide, Jennifer Love Hewitt.

After: Wow—JLH putting in the hard-woman’s doe against Vanessa and really mugging Marcil in this fight. Check the numbers: 3 knockdowns, 8 rounds of 10 taken, and a shutout fifth—all against a blistering hot veteran fly who came in seemingly at the peak of her powers. “Once I proved I could slug with her, it became a boxing match,” says a glowing Jen, white towel around her neck as  she dabs at her face, “And once it became a boxing match, it was no contest.”

Reposted by Archer 3/16/10.