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13 March 2011 Elisha Cuthbert vs Jennifer Love Hewitt

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Posted by simguy on 3/13/2011, 9:16 am

BEFORE: High-tension prefight conferences...girls visibly agitated whenever brought together in close proximity: both bodies acutely aware of each other on a cellular level. "This could get sloppy," Jen warns at podium. "We know Elisha will be dirty and desperate because that's her only shot, and we're prepared for that. The bottom line is Elisha Cuthbert can't handle quality. The whole story of her career is Elisha bumping her pretty little head against one performance ceiling after another and coming up short. Here she is again - in with another elite bantam...it's just going to be a heartbreaking night for Cuthbert." Elisha steamin': Jen's high-hand not playing well in Blondesville. "Hewitt can kiss my ass," Elisha blurts in rebuttal. "I'm just as elite as she is - MORE, even - and I'm going to bully her. My tummy on top of hers - all night long - that's the strategy!" Elisha in midnight blue bikini; small white gloves; blonde hair beach loose. Jen in scarlet bikini with bra-style top; long brown hair beach loose; small black gloves.

During R1: Jen waiting on Elisha's rush - ducking in - reaching under Cuthbert's arms - chesting her back to ropes wtih a vigorous stomp-stepping march. Squirming atop Elisha to sort her against ropes - Jen gets early top position - left arm in under Cuthie's right while right hands plunder blonde tummy. Cuthbert groaning, straining: she writhes to wriggle arms in underneath Jen's, turning her into ropes - blonde girl laying chin out over Jen's left shoulder while PLOWING both fists meaty to breadbasket. Squirm-and-reverse for Hewitt...fight tumbling along ropes as girls wrestle and slug...backsides shuddering side to side as curvy legs struggle to plant-and-hold. Midway through, Jen pushes left hand to Elisha's right shoulder; smites Elisha a choppy little right hand across the mouth...Cuthbert startled, staring. Jen upright, very pretty as she administers a series of short, drifting, clip-across lefts and rights against Lishy's face. No big wind ups - Jen bracing with one hand on a blonde shoulder while pasting in the free mitt. Cuthbert mesmerized, blinking in wonder: Jen shifts to her left - sweeps a wide, sidearm right with 100% Hewitt behind the blow, taking Cuthbert in the pit of her stomach, pitching blonde girl to knees-and-elbows. 'Lishy gasping - butt up off the canvas as she plants on her knees: Hewitt all grins, strutting the ring hands-high as blonde girl pushes up off canvas. Final moments: Cuthbert hurt at ropes, but defiant...Jen encountering stiff slugging resistance as Elisha whirls away both fists to deny brunette finishing run.

R2: Jen steps-to - sidesteps left - knock-jabs her left fist against Elisha's pate...blonde girl turning, pouting. Jen smiling, sidestepping...jab punches in flat to blonde jug - then pushes off blonde ribcage as Hewitt steps-left. Cuthbert finally charging the mound: Jen ducks the rush, straightens up with her arms underneath Elisha's - levering blonde girl up off balance, then stampeding her to ropes. Slug-and-smother routin for Jen...she's on top, one of her arms always under one of Elisha's while the free mitt tucks home to tummy or jug. Jen securing Elisha with hugs - baring blonde girl into ropes, holding and hitting her...poor Cuthbert miserable under the weight of Jen - Elisha's face all pissed and distressed as she strains to wriggle out. Jen working jug in tight - slamming short forearms into aching breast meat - sometimes just alternating forearms against Elisha's chest with a meanspirited scrubbing action. Cuthbert whining, desperate to lever out: Jen cackling, tormenting, punishing at will through 2. Bell: Jen's not stopping - ref has to pull her beefy little body off Cuthbert as blonde girl wails in protest.

R3: Curvy girls prowl-step forward - knock-jabbing each other in the mouth - mirror image crouches/clockwise pivots in early probing action. Jen pounces, eats a short-shrugging check-hook from Cuthbert: brunette stumbling on her heels, lashes blinking...Elisha roars over to offence. Jen hits ropes in disarray, legs wobbly: Cuthbert pouring in, pancaking Jen deep to cables, pushing on her to sort, then heaving in the mitts. Jen gurgling from paunch-plowing right hands - blonde girl baring teeth, digging in deep n' thick. Hewitt bunching forward, looking to clinch: Elisha stacks her up ruff - sorts those jugs via slamming right forearm punctuation mark. Hewitt ragdoll, wrapping arms round Elisha's head/shoulders...blonde girl snug in the grasp, crossing her forearms to brace Jen's breasts, then pushing herself into Hewitt for compression effect. Hewitt crammed into ropes - lashes fluttering/lips parting - Cuthbert's turn to cackle as she feels brunette giving beneath her. As Jen's form breaks down - Cuthbert can free up hands for work downstairs; good plugging abuse tucks in, tummy and jug. By the end - Elisha's being very robust with Jen - reaching under her arms - heaving her ragdoll into ropes, then battering her. Poor Hewitt crossing arms, sitting in ropes, sponging at bell.

R4: Jen creep-steppin', knock-jabbin': Cuthbert punched in her mouth and forehead, but determined to keep the pressure on. Elisha eventually shoots-in on Jen's waist, capturing brunette around the hips, driving her ropeside: whine of protest from Hewitt as she hits, head a-bobble. Constant press of Elisha-meat on Jen-beef...succulent smother-and-slug payback as Cuthbert recalls Jen's earlier cruelty. Hewitt grimacing - trying to tie up, but getting braced hard: Elisha effective in the grasp just crossing forearms against Jen's breasts, pushing hard with legs/buns to compress brunette against ropes. Down the stretch, Lishy' punishing weary Jen: Cuthbert with left hand curled round Jen's right tricep, stabilizing her; blonde right hand PLOWING in short n' thick to jug. Elisha all-shoulder with these shots - just shoving 'em into Jen's bulging rack - Cuthbert's teeth bared, hair in her eyes. Jen: ashen-faced; lips parted, eyes closed in jug-shock...Lishy eventually blurting: "CLUBBIN' YER CHUBBIES, JEN! HOW YA LIKE THAT? HUH? YEAH!" as Hewitt can only mutter "uhhh..." in response. Bell: Lishy reams in extra insurance until ref pulls her off; Jen's arms slowly hug battered breasts as she sits shabby in ropes.

R5: Elisha storms across the ring - pancaking Jen into her corner - pushing and shoving on her preparatory to ramming a trio of thudding right hands deep to paunch. Jen groaning, pitching into Elisha's arms: blonde girl scoops Jen up, slides her out of the corner along the ropes to set up smother-and-slug routine. Elisha on a jail break...Jen's head lolling, mouth open...she's pawing at Elisha's arms - wrapping up loose around blonde head and shoulders: job of work for Cuthbert to push violently into Jen's torso to loosen the grip, then restart the pounding. Cuthbert like a little grunting piglet here - just at-and-on Jen at all times...Hewitt sleepy from the constant press of aggressive blonde flesh. Soon organizes into Elisha with left hand curled round Jen's right tricep, holding Hewitt in place for reaming rights to jug: Elisha all bare-toothed ferocity; Jen's lashes fluttering, lips parted as helpless chubbies sponge a plowing. Cuthbert's shoulder working in compact rhythm, just pumpin' in the harm...Jen's head lolling, hair in her eyes, breath panting out past her lips with each shot received...and THE REF STEPS IN! Elisha squealing in jubilation as she's bodied-off: TKO5 Elisha Cuthbert!

After: Jen blubbering in astonishment, then blurrily protesting: "What the hell are you doing???"

Ref: "She was all up in your rack Jen, I can't just..."

Jen shoving official in the chest - freshly conquered breasts trembling in outrage. Cuthbert bubbly on camera as Jen's audibly clamouring for rematch off-cam. "I knew I was better than Jennifer!" Elisha exclaims: we hear a throttled cry of rage somewhere off camera. "She wanted it body to body and I'm TOTALLY fine with that: she wants to come inside with me, I'll take that action all night long. We figured it would take between 75 and 100 body shots to get Jen beat, and that's probably what I dug into her, I think. But getting after that rack...that was special. That's me hammering home the point to Jen that I'm Elisha Cuthbert, and she's not!"