Posted by simguy on 8/25/2007

Before: Press fawning over Mack - sledgehammering of Dushku has given blonde tremendous cache - she's glowing in prefight, chatty with one and all, very regal - maybe that's why Hewitt slaps her face during a posed staredown in prefight. "I don't know what her deal is," Allison steams at the podium, "but Jenny's just earned herself a little of what Eliza got. When I'm done with Hewitt's jugs, they're gonna look like a pair of empty purses. But she won't be awake long enough to really fret about it." Hewitt well satisfied with herself - she obviously set out to antagonize Mack and it's mission accomplished. "I smelled fear," Jen shrugs when addressing the incident. "Alli should know better. Our eyes met, and I suddenly felt very dominant towards her, and I lashed out on instinct. It was very unexpected for both of us, but she's lucky. Normally when I get like that - the other girl gets more than a bruised cheek; I held myself back here. I can tell you guys this though: I won't be holding back when we step in that ring. I've already won this fight - I can see it in Allison's eyes." Hot pink lace push up and panties Hewitt, small black gloves, long black tangly-curls. Mack in lavender lace push up and panties, small black gloves. Girls refuse to touch gloves: Hewitt purses her lips, mocking Allison with an air kiss as blonde fumes.

During R1: Curious, thudding negotiations - girls close behind tight guards (dukes at cheeks), assume flat footed stances and trade methodical. With Hewitt dug in to receive - Mack digs a firm hook to breadbasket (keeping right hand tight to cheek), then skids the hook across Hewitt's guard-front: Mack immediately brings hands back to cheeks, dips to her right supple-waisted. Hewitt's turn: right hand at her cheek, she digs a muscular left hook to her foe's tummy, doubles it across blonde scalp, then brings hands back to cheeks, dips left. Back and forth - gentle counterclockwise rotation as girls shift and step, rolling punches. Tasty licks delivered to biceps, flanks and tummies - neither girl really able to loosen up the other's guard to any degree. Bell: Allison smiles, pleased with the geometry: sullen Hewitt swings a cheap late right hand to Mack's belly - landing loud, bringing ref in.

R2: Mack spitting jabs early, hounds Hewitt to ropes: Jen grimacing, covering up dukes at temples, digs in on apron. Allison steady and firm here - not wild: she's squaring away strong, getting big on Hewitt as necessary, keeping brunette pinned down. Mack beating both flanks, then cupping Jen's elbows to body her butt back into ropes: blonde always consolidating her position, never over-throwing. Short, muscular punches - not a lot of backswing: Mack simply dishing out the methodical, numbing beatdown for which she's increasingly famous. Hewitt grunting, concentrating - she's actually blocking a lot of this, rolling on her hips to help blunt the incoming - but she's still getting thumped and shook. Bell: Alli smiles sweetly, winking at a scowling Jen before parting.

R3: Jen altering stance a little - weight on right foot, right hand under her chin, left hand low and extended, tracing little ovals in the air as Hewitt's sliding to her right. Mack grinning, bobbing and weaving her way forward - but getting tracked the jab as Hewitt prods it to blonde forehead. Jen giving ground in good order, walking Mack into jabs, then leaning into short, pulverizing right hands - catching Mack forehead and chin. Allison startled - eyes perplexed at the compact power of Jen's well-placed rights. Midway through, Jen drives in the short right, comes back the hook as she shifts weight to back (right) foot: Allison comes apart at the knees, stumbling forward past Jen's left shoulder. Hewitt pivots-left, hooks Allison's gut as Mack's tilted forward behind her mitts, then Jen chops a pair of short, hacking right hands to Alli's left ear. Allison hurt, grimacing, plants feet and answers - hooking Jen across her jugs: Hewitt right back at Mack's rack, thumping away right;/left shrugging uppercuts. Allison a little too woozy to match Jen blow for blow - but blonde beats a fighting retreat, making Hewitt pay for coming forward. Rounds ends up at ropes - Jen on Alli - Hewitt hooking her way past Mack's guard to score against Allison's face and breasts at bell. AND LATE! Hewitt cracks a relaxed Mack a right hand to chin - sitting blonde stunned in ropes as ref jumps in barking.

R5: Jen's weight on right (back) foot - luring Mack, flick-jabbing at her, then leaning in with those short, accurate straight rights: Mack's in trouble early. Allison chin checked repeatedly in first minute, walking on her heels a bit: Hewitt very, very accurate here, really placing punches to chin, eyes widening when she's leaning in to deliver righty. Series of right hands has Mack staggering in a bad way: left uppercut takes her clean and sweet, dropping Allison to all fours - yanking astonished shout from crowd. Hewitt strutting to neutral corner, eyes dancing - she waves to friends, feeling all curvy and proud of herself for putting strong Alli down. Mack up, but swooning - eyes blinking, face discouraged - she steadies herself at ropes, dukes at temples to receive Jen. Hewitt jabs up the middle, then pivots-right to angle-in her hook: Mack's face bounces back off her gloves as Jen's scoring clean again. Hooks disorganize Mack's defence: right hand plows in crisp, jolting Mack on the mouth and SITTING HER DOWN! Allison dropped a second time, sitting up in wonder, shaking her head as Hewitt lifts both mitts and preens. Alli up at 8, angrily telling ref she's good: Hewitt marches back in, reaches under Mack's arms, bodies her beefy to ropes. Rest of the way: beat down. Jennifer calm and beefy, putting thick, heavy right hands into Allison's face or ribcage - using a clawing hook to help take down Mack's guard. Alli stoic, soaking up a tuff beating - she's glassy eyed, open-mouthed at the bell. Extra left hook takes Alli across her face after the bell - she's stunned, arms crossed against body as ref pushes Jen away, warns her not to be cheap in his ring.

R6: Jennifer stalking Allison with a confident little smile - but blonde refusing to punk: grim exchanges taking place as Hewitt initiates, Mack resists. Jennifer busier, using her jab up the middle to set up hooks, then dropping right hands as the openings emerge: Allison's head frequently jolting, legs spasming as Jen gets to her clean. Mack banging back in spots, hammering at Jennifer's ribs and breasts: more than once Hewitt is forced to step out, eyes blazing, chest heaving, from stubborn Mack defiance. Jen stays on it though - generally circling to her right, sorting Mack out the jab, placing firm right hands to good effect.

R7: Similar stuff - Jen stalking, turning Allison, jabbing her, leaning in the jolting right hands, doubling up hooks, getting sneaky right uppercuts off the back (right) foot. Mack demoralized, lips parted - constant chin-checking forcing her to rally over and over again - brave blonde proving very sturdy legged as she withstands several hard punches. Jen's right hands unhinging Alli at the knees, spilling blonde to her right along ropes until she can find her balance: Hewitt always hopping-with, staying calm, never over-committing in pursuit. Mack able to trade when Hewitt pushes in shoulder to shoulder - blonde still giving a good account of herself to brunette's torso and tummy.

R8: Jen hurts Allison a right hand: story of the fight so far. Mack reeling, staggering to her right as she tries to shake off that short, jolting poke: Hewitt hopping-with, jugs a-jumping - face eerily calm as she hunts Allison down and looks to close her out. Jen flat footed, supple-waisted - using jabs and hooks to find Mack and disorganize her, then leaning in those pulverizing rights, bouncing fist off face or forehead with jarring spank. Nightmarish first minute for Mack as she's nearly downed again, but she firms, brawling a good second minute off the ropes to finally force Hewitt to regroup. Final minute - it's actually Mack coming forward as Jen retreats behind her jab - poking Alli to breasts and face. Bell: another round for Hewitt - but puffy, beat-up Alli pounding her chest, glaring at Hewitt and obviously still combative as hell.

R9: Hewitt running out of steam - she's mouthbreathing a little, unable to hold canvas as Allison muscles her to ropes early. Mack bobbing, throwing ruff shoulder-bumps, crossing her arms as she's dipping, then RIPPING hooks out of her crouches. Hewitt groaning as her waist takes rich shellack, then Allison's in up top, belting that rack. Hewitt hammered upright against ropes - blonde swinging lusty to torso - mitts just bashing off meat and beating down resistance. Jenny showing left across her gut, right hand palm-out at left cheek as she rolls and twists with the incoming. Mack squared away and working - hammering at tummy, tits, biceps, ribs, pushing on Jennifer and mauling her. Hewitt's eyes shiny with hurt, but just as she's about to take a knee late - she dips her left shoulder, hooks Allison square to the trunks and brings Mack to her knees bleating in pain. Ref correctly ruling it a foul (not a knockdown) - pushing Jen to neutral corner and scolding her: poor Allison sobbing in pain, punching her right hand against canvas as she huddles low over her haunches. Mack given plenty of time to collect herself - blonde taking big shuddering gulps of breath as she shakes off the punch: break probably saves Hewitt as Jen loses the round, but makes it to the bell.

R10: Hammer and tongs. Allison forcing herself on Jen at the ropes: Hewitt can't back her off, but she's determined to slug with enraged blonde. Glorious stuff: Hewitt belted about her chest and biceps, then dug viciously to gut or flank: she rolls it with arms crossed, face taut with pain, but she's answering. Jen baring her teeth to claw hooks across Mack's front, or catch her that nifty right uppercut off the right foot. Hewitt supple on flat feet - leaning back onto ropes, or crouching forward as necessary, moving her head. Allison simply going at her girl, putting mitts on meat, shaking off Hewitt's connects: blonde puffy-faced and tender bodied at this point, but apparently oblivious to pain in her rage. Bell: Allison hammering away as Jennifer covers up face-in-gloves, sitting in ropes - ref has to pull seething blonde away. Comes back UD10, Jennifer Love Hewitt.

After: Big upset to everyone but Jennifer Love: "I've hurt every bantamweight I've ever been in with," Love boasts in postfight, "why wouldn't I hurt Allison? I popped the kid's bubble tonight - took some steam out of her - she looked ridiculous strutting around after beating up that hag Dushku: she's a little more grounded now." Jenny, Jenny - what's next for you? "I think job one is to sweep Dani aside and get the belts. From there I can dictate to the whole division. On my website, I know my fans want me in with Elisha Cuthbert - so I'd love to get that win for them, but you know - my management team and me will sit down and figure out what makes the most sense for Jennifer Love Hewitt." Mack seething in defeat - angered by the fouls and late hits - she's only thinking of one thing. "Rematch. The sooner the better," a scuffed up blonde demands. "I'm totally disgusted with my performance tonight. I let her get to me with her stupid little Jenny Love BS - I just wasn't focused at all on dismantling her the way I should have been. I'm embarrassed. I know I'm the better fighter - SHE knows it - I just didn't show it at all tonight."