Posted by simguy on 08/06/2004

Hayek responsible for halting Hewitt's KO streak earlier this year - Mighty Mex anxious to get back on the ingenue and do some harm. Hewitt upbeat, showing no signs of intimidation, denying Salma an important weapon in her arsenal. "I used to be terrified of Salma," admits Jen in prefight. "But those days are long gone. I still respect her - Hayek's a hard woman in a division with a lot of pork - but I've grown so much since I started. I've had hard rounds, I've been busier than Salma, I'm in better shape - why wouldn't I beat her? And I mean beat her UP - I'm not going to pussyfoot around Hayek - I'm going to go right at this girl." Hewitt in lucky white string bikini, hair up, Salma in pale pink bikini, oozing Latina disdain during ring instructions.

R1: Hewitt driving up into Hayek's rack with unguessed ferocity - little Jen sack-happier than we've ever seen her. Hewitt dipping, getting her shoulders and legs under her and lugging up into Latina jug, shrugging home the hurt, backing Salma up in shock. Not frenzied, shoe-shine stuff - Jen's stacking Salma up, using her legs and hoisting hamhanded shellack up into those puppies. Hayek's eyes shiny with anguish and insult - the NERVE of Jen going rack to open the fight! Bell to bell Hewitt, smearing, stuffing, jug-mugging to her heart's content.

R2: Salma repays the favour - gorgeous, brutal trade as both girls ignore corners to go a-jugging. Snuggling mouth on shoulder stuff, neither girl wants to slap or cuff: they want to get close and jerk up into the meat, unsatisfied unless each punch is rewarded with a breathy grunt of outrage from the other. Hayek more forceful, backing Hewitt up, bullying her at the ropes. Salma hup-hup-hupping at the bell, giving it to Jen hard - Hewitt misting up, lip curled in protestation - both girls badly savaged in two senseless ROUNDs of sacking.

R3: Jen changes pace, jabbing between Salma's breasts to line her up and cashing in Latina chin with the hardest punch of the fight: shearing right cross on the teeth torques Hayek's head aside - Salma shook to her toes, stooping forward hurt and JEN GOES JUG! Hewitt grinning wide, shoulders rotating as she reaps a bountiful harvest, shrugging in lefts and rights against Hayek's helpless hooters. Hayek groaning, finally clinching - she gets a ref's break and Jen pours on with gusto. Free-swinging melee - Jen twisting on her hips, laying limber left hand licks on Hayek's jaw, bending and getting the right hand hard off skull - Hayek shipping torrid shellack, stumbling mute, but keeping her feet. Down the stretch, Hayek working out of a tight, tired stance, parks a consistent, WITHERING hook in under Jen's elbow and HEWITT'S CRIPPLED! Jen leaning forward, mouth open, eyes forlorn - Hayek swaying, fighting off sleep herself - girls just pawing and reaching in on each other to prep, then lathering away desperate rights and lefts at the bell. Stupified beauties keep slogging - ref has to break it up, sending both on a tottering reel to respective corners.

R4: Breathless slugfest continues. Hayek tightens up form - knows she's been a little reckless, this is more professional stuff. Right hand at her cheek - Salma rakes Jen hooks, scouring the abs, digging the liver, spanking flank. Hewitt beaten in stages to the ropes, trying to trade with Hayek but getting short-circuited by those paralyzing body shots. Down the stretch, Hayek in a smooth bully's rhythm - propping Jen a shoulder, hooking her body, laying in on her - Hewitt's used up when Hayek goes jug in the dying moments. Jennifer sobbing out, gradually dropping her hands to her sides as punishment mounts, head lolling back to bare her throat as she just surrenders to the torture - Hayek mindless as she goes at that rack with pumping, chugging lefts and rights. Salma still helping herself after the bell, all right hands up and in as she exhales "HUH-uh!" with the effort of bludgeoning Jen's breasts. Mesmerized ref finally tackles her off - Hewitt blubbering, slumped in the ropes, tears flowing as just for a moment there - she gave it up to Hayek.

R5: Salma hounding her foe, walking Jennifer down - Hewitt walking to her right, trying to space Salma out with jabs, occasionally turning on gambling rights to walk Hayek into potshots. Relentless Latina pressure paying off - Hayek's made Jennifer's midsection her own personal playground - going there wanton hooks, shouldering the lithe brunette off and looking for more. Salma glossy with hard working sweat - looks a shaky Hewitt over at the bell and likes what she sees.

R6: Jennifer slipping, bending at the waist, pivoting to reverse field on Hayek - Salma missing blockbusters, weight out over her feet as she over-swings. Midway through, Jen has the timing, walking Hayek into a gorgeous little counter right uppercut - crowd shouting out on impact as Salma's brought up short. Left uppercut Jen - crowding in close with her left shoulder as she clips it tight, right uppercut chaser - Hayek covering up, backing down. Hewitt tucks a left in under Hayek's elbow, payback in kind, then hoists a shrugging pair into Salma's throbbing rack. Hayek ropeside, eyes moist and JEN GOES ALL-IN! Hewitt letting her hands go - chugging up into thick Mexican melon, then clouting hooks upside the ear, cashing in right hands off the face and THE REF STEPS IN! Good Lord - Jennifer Love Hewitt stops Salma Hayek at the ropes - TKO6!

After: Ringsiders in shock - Hewitt leaping for joy - Hayek slumping, used up, drained and sobbing in the ref's arms. Jen set the tone with that first ROUND jug-mugging and actually got Hayek out of her comfort zone a little. Salma a known slugger, but she's usually much more scientific, placing her shots, wearing foes down - Hewitt got inside Latina head a little bit and made Salma sloppy with the need to answer in kind. "My jugs stopped her jugs!" Jen gushes non-sensically in post fight. "I knew I could beat her - I KNEW IT! I'm tuff and I punch HARD at this weight - I just think Salma underestimated me and look at her now! Crying!" Hewitt's slug-lust rewarded - reopens the old breast size/punching power debate as experts pull at any string to explain this outcome.