Posted by Simguy on 8/23/2008, 9:15 am.

Before: “There’s a good little living to be made by Elisha if she sticks to mid-tier names,” Jaime says in preflight. “She’s sturdy, punches hard enough to discourage a Kelly Clarkson-type girl--but this idea of moving Elisha into Top 5-type fights is career suicide. She couldn’t hang with the Krushers because we know what she doesn’t: Elisha Cuthbert doesn’t have ‘It’. She never did, and she never will.” Cuthbert steamin’--she’s heard this sort of thing before from former team-mates and it does sting. “Speaking of Clarkson, I’m glad Jaime brought that up,” Elisha counters. “Kelly gave Jaime all she could handle and that really opened my eyes as to how spent Pressly really is. Her body’s in tip-top condition--always is--but I’m seeing little tell-tale cracks in her game that let me know she’s starting to slide. All I gotta do is wedge into those cracks and widen ‘em a bit, and Jaime in peach lace push up and panties; black gloves; long blonde hair with bangs.

During R1: Girls poised on front (left) feet--angled towards each other--Jaime clouts Elisha a pair of short, clapping hooks, startling Cuthbert. Right cross/left uppercut follows--punching ‘Lish onto her heels: hook claws across her breasts as Jaime lights it up early. Cuthbert rallies in second minute--punching her way forward as Jaime hops back, legs herself out of danger. Pressly keeping her distance, circling left: she’s very calm, relaxed, knows she’s got Elisha hurt--Pressly just working the jab, triggering the off right hand abrupt off the shoulder to bank the first.

R2: Pressly: left at her gut, right under her chin, leaning forward on her front foot. Elisha crouching, bibbing her head, dukes at eyebrows. Cuthbert spitting jabs--knocking at Pressly’s defenses: Jaime hops back, gives ground. Elisha hunting Jaime--swinging lusty right hands at Pressly’s torso; trying to hook Pressly’s jaw with a hop-step in. Jaime legging away, but she’s being pressurized here. Jaime triggering intercept right hands or trying to walk Elisha into check-hooks off the back (right) foot--but Elisha keeping her guard up, block shots, walks through ‘em, keeps hounding Jaime using the ring--she can deny  Elishbert combat any time she wants, but she’s having trouble penetrating to any offensive effect.

R3: Jaime ranging-in--pinging straight rings and lefts off Elisha’s hairline as Cuthbert encroaches. Jaime sliding back in good order--dragging that front foot: spicy tapping, keeping Elisha at arm’s length, minute mark--Jaime skids a right hand lead off Cuthbert’s brow--leans in on front (left) foot and RIPS a jagged left uppercut to ‘Lishy’s chin. BLONDE GIRL DOWN! Cuthbert picked up, then dropped to all fours: Pressly crowing, hands up as she struts happy-butt to neutral corner. Shaky 8, Cuthbert: she’s a little ragged, leaning against ropes for support. Pressly follow up a ripping good time: gouging, jolting left uppercuts digging at Elisha’s ribs or chin; chopping right hands hacking at Cuthbert’s jaw/skull. Brutal volleys tear at Elisha, sitting her cringing into ropes--but Jaime backs off after realizing stubborn little blonde won’t go. Pressly content to use her legs, lure Elisha to midring and pepper her with potshot ting lead rights and switchblade jabs. Cuthbert busting up--crossing her arms and trudging through it: she’s paying the price for stubbornness through 3.

R4: Jaime hurts Elisha with another of those ripping, sudden fish-hook left uppercuts to chin early: Cuthbert spends the entire first minute stamping around on numb legs, trying to rally. Follow up rights and lefts test Elisha, but don’t drop her: again Jaime backs off, conserves energy, circling round and round wounded prey, Pressly darting in and out, collecting touches to body, breasts and head: Cuthbert grimacing, turning on the spot, hopelessly outgunned at this point, Shutout Jaime Pressly: strutting back to her corner, she draws a thumb across her throat signaling Elisha’s imminent destruction.

R5: Jaime comes down off her bicycle to test Elisha inside; finds Cuthbert to be vigorous, alert and still dangerous. ‘Lish finding and tanning the Pressly ribcage with both fists pumping: rude shock for Jaime as she takes a torso-drumming at several points. Girls exchange hard, clubbing knocks about the head--Cuthbert happy to swap such shots. Hooks from Cuthbert to Jaime’s waist frequently force quick Pressly clinches--Elisha stomping her way forward in the grasp, making Jaime take tummy to the ropes.

R6: All Jaime--she’s working in and out, e-z pivoting around her foe, touching Elisha in combination.; Cuthbert gobbling a few more left uppercuts: Elisha’s legs taking the shot better now, but it’s still a crowd-pleasing pop the judges can’t miss. Down the stretch, Jaime working in close dresses Elisha up with a shoe shining flurry amidships--steps back all pleased with herself. Cuthbert steps-with, unleashes a Blalock-busting hook from her crouch and SENDS JAIME DOWN! Pressly caught hands-low--head head tossing as her legs lock up--she sprawls onto her back in shock as crowd roars to it’s feet. Cuthbert steals the 6th with curvy power, muscling her way back into the fight!

R7: Cuthbert feeling it--aggressively scooting-to, spitting her jab, then crowding Jaime to banf that sleek torso inside. Pressly tight-lipped--dipping and ripping right uppercuts into Elisha’s ribcage--then dipping to her left to lash left hooks--all in an effort to stem the tide. Cuthbert bashing her way forward--straight lefts and rights jolting Jaime to chest and chin; hooks raking the Pressly ribcage; chugging rights and lefts in pumping, tireless barrages to tummy. Jaime chased to ropes, beaten, then hounded across the ring as she tries to scuttle away--Elisha piling in and adding onto the bill in a series of scrounging, hustling exchanges. Bell: Jaime disheveled, staring in disbelief: little Elisha’s all grown up and LOVING it on Jaime through 7.

R8: Cuthbert scooting forward, hungry for contact: Jaime sliding away, turning in brisk pivot, eager to shake the pursuit. Minute mark--over-eager Elisha runs into a gorgeous check-hook: Jaime getting it off her back (right) foot, lashing ‘Lish in behind the right ear. JP pivots-left, allowing Cuthbert t hurtle past--Elisha hits ropes in disrepair, suddenly shabby. Pressly over to offense: hungry now, no longer trying to toy with Elisha. Hardhearted penetrations--Jaime pushing in, shouldering Elisha upright, then digging at her: Cuthbert given a dose of her own crowding medicine. Pressly’s punches digging at her: Cuthbert given a dose of her own crowding medicine. Pressly’s punches snappy, snatching affairs--so tart and tasty off Elisha’s curvy bod. Cuthbert rallying late, slugging back from crossed-arm stance: Elisha winning fans even as she drops the round--she’s refusing to buckle under Jaime’s best efforts.

R9: Takes her a minute, but Elisha finally bodies Jaime to ropes, setting up in Pressly’s chest. Jaime mouth breathing--ribs throbbing from Cuthbert’s constant pounding: Pressly forced to dig in and do this the hard way. Glorious toe-to-toe: Jaime dipping side to side, ripping lanky, whip-snatch punches up into Elisha’s body; trying for nasty little uppercuts to chin inside. Elisha stamping for position--buttocks working furiously to maintain her spot on top: she’s stamping away straight rights and lefts--crouching down to haul leather into midsection--tipping to her left to load up hooks. Punches just bashing and bouncing off heads, shoulders, breasts, ribs, tummies. Elisha strong on her girl--shamelessly putting a shoulder into Jaime and tackling her into ropes if necessary to keep Krusher pinned.R10: Duplicate round of the 9th--Jaime loping, pivoting for the first minute, desperate to sidestep and spin her foe; Cuthbert eventually forcing Jaime’s back to ropes. Pressly digs in on the apron, teeth bared as she lowers her shoulder to bump-and-grind away. Elisha calling on every fight with Neve and Rachel and Dani and Eliza--all those brutal toe-to-toe exchanges--SHE’S SMASHING AWAY AT JAIME! Pressly rocked and rocked again--concussive clout detonating in either temple, or stuffing her to the body. Jaime’s wiry legs too proud to give way--she dips side to side, crouching to edge her shoulder into Elisha, then digging back: this is furious, hardhearted, two-way fare. Bell--neither girl reacts--Elisha still bashing at her foe; Jaime still dippin’-n’-rippin’. Ref pushes ‘em apart--duke comes back 1 point…Elisha Cuthbert!

After: Biggest win of Cuthbert’s career breaks her down into tears of joy: all those hard fights, the use-and-abuse at the hands of all those stables--it all finally got paid out to Jaime tonight. Pressly stunned disbelieving, wandering around ashen-faced and drained. Never had Elisha ever gotten the better if her in sparring sessions with the Krushers--this outcome just isn’t computing. “I went out and took it from her,” a happy/weeping Elisha blurts when she’s able. “I’m not the fastest girl in the ring--I’m not the strongest--but I’m the stubbornest and I get what I want I there. I know Jaime and I know she probably barely trained for me--but I’m not the girl I was with the Krushers. Anyone who fights me now better get their roadwork in, you know? Because I’m here toi mess girls UP, baby!”

Reposted by Archer 7/12/11.