Posted by simguy on 7/23/2010, 9:44 am

BEFORE: "I don't know what she thinks is going to be different this time," confident Jenny Mac shrugs in prefight. "I'm a blonde-too-far for this chick: too big; too tuff; too fast; too good. I give her credit for whipping that tub-o'-goo body into boxing shape, but c'mon (stands, pulls tank top up to reveal hard-packed abs). SHAZAM, BABIEEE! IT'S OVER!" Hewitt nonplussed. "Really? Jenny's stomach? That's what I'm supposed to kneel for? I might just go right at it - just to expose Jenny for the fraud she really is. I'm tempted - but I'm also tempted to just step-to and whack her out. So many choices, so little Jenny!" Mack in scarlet bikini with big ring connection at left hip; black gloves. JLH in white bikini with twist-tie halter top heavy with jug; white gloves; hair long/straight with bangs.

During R1: Hewitt sweeping right hand up into belly; swiping across the palm-down hook up top; ducking and rolling her torso on follow through. Mac spitting jabs, trying to time Hewitt for the sudden left uppercut: pleasing tempo early as girls work in and out at speed. Minute in: SHORT RIGHT CROSS, JLH! Hewitt getting gorgeous extension, bending in and down with the clout: head-swivel McCarthy and BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Jenny smote... pitching forward and to her left past Hewitt's right flank: Jenny Love looking over right shoulder all pretty and delighted at her capsized foe. Mac nosing-in, lying still for a moment, then struggling up in a flopping-fish mode to stagger into ropes. Hewitt's expression in neutral corner: FINISH HER! She steps to reeling Jenny after ref's 8...

Oh.

The.

Humanity.

Jennifer Love Hewitt squaring away and going tummy, going ribs, and OH, how she goes jug: Mac open-mouthed, pushed and propped throughout, her head lolling sadly as Hewitt pumps away. Thick and brutal pounding virtually non-stop - Hewitt occasionally reaching in to ragdoll-reset Mac against ropes. Only once belly and breasts are subjugated does Hewitt look for skull - slamming away wide left hooks mated with ripping right uppercuts to beat Jenny bloody. Bell: McCarthy a-swoon - curvy legs and Playmate pride holding her up... she's limp, stooped forward off the ropes, absorbing thudding right hands in her waist well after bell until ref pulls seething Hewitt off. Mac taken to her stool where she immediately passes out - somehow reviving herself in time to avoid ref's stoppage.

Slow mo for the break: Jenny loose and helpless at ropes - staring bleakly: Jennifer Love's backside to the camera in wide stance for first replay/then an aerial overview/then one from the side - elbows close to her body as she twists torso side to side, chop-walloping lefts and rights to Mac's slumping jugs. Oh, the pounding meatiness of it - Hewitt's back and buns in behind short, compact howitzers - gloves just a-clappin' away on rack - strands of long brown hair tossing across Jen's mouth/cheeks as she blazes away. Broadcast also playing it real time so folks at home can HEAR the savage leather on meat clobbering - like Jen's beating leather pads in practice... with a police baton!

R2: McCarthy refuses referee and trainer's admonitions to sit this one out: she's up off her stool all wobbling and stubborn. Hewitt muttering "That's my girl," off her stool, eyes hard as hate-filled marbles. Jen plowing into Jenny via spearing right hand deep to gut: McCarthy blurting out groggy, staggering backwards even as she folds forward hurt. Hewitt all a-jiggle as she jogs on in: running right hand catches Mac's forehead, stunning her upright: she's helpless and tall as the hook toggles her chin hard to port. McCarthy in free-fall, but sagging grimly on ropes, stooping forward behind her mitts: Hewitt forced to set her feet and work. Ripping hook takes Mac in behind right elbow; jerking right uppercut plows up into overhanging jug, followed by forearm-scrape to shove Jenny upright. Left/right smites across flat blonde tummy: Jenny gurgling, cringing forward again all blinking and stunned. Hewitt with cruel, crooked grin on her face, bangs in her eyes as she hup-hup-hups her mitts up into rack underneath... gloves just bumping and kneading away, beating the best of Jenny raw. Hewitt's brawny shoulders and broad back hard with new muscle: she's compact and brutally efficient here. McCarthy on her way down...Hewitt reaches in, stacks her up...brunette backside shuddering side to side as Jen plants to manage McCarthy's deadweight. Blonde with damp locks across closed eyes, parted lips; Hewitt continuing to apply coats of stubby punishment. Barbarous stuff - Hewitt to the breadbasket; Hewitt bodying up to stack; Hewitt working the jugs and face... McCarthy out on her feet, too damn stubborn to submit; legs too toned to give way, so she's taking like a beautiful blonde mule. Jolting short right to chin finally has Jenny's torso listing out over the right hip... she's not going down, but ref finally has the excuse he needs to move in. Blunt force trauma TKO2 - Jennifer Love Hewitt!

After: Hewitt nostrils flaring, lingering in behind the ref until she's bodied back... it's her biggest win at bantam since stopping Alba in similar fashion. Broadcast immediately goes to Swan Lake tape as a number of Jeri's fighters (including Jeri) take the ring... Mac all a-swoon, groggily protesting the stoppage despite good evidence that it just wasn't her night. Let's just hope Hewitt's mounting the bottom corner-ropes to celebrate and NOT to put her jugs at McCarthy's face level.

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