Posted by simguy on 5/25/2007

Before: "Jen's a fat tub of goo," Lindsay analyzes in prefight, "I'm the fittest girl in the division: do the math. It's no accident Hewitt's let herself go - I know for a fact that she's been very discouraged by my development as a fighter and she knew she couldn't keep pace at 110. Ballooning up to bantamweight isn't going to save her: that extra padding is just that - 'extra'. As in 'not needed' and 'not helping'!" Hewitt scowling throughout, but maintaining her poise, showing good maturity. "Lots of heroin addicts are thin," Hewitt mentions casually, merely by way of illustration, "doesn't mean they're fit. I'll bust up Lohan's ribcage just for fun, and then, when she's WISHING she had a little extra padding to protect her from my fists - I'll end her night in style. Might even toss in a happy ending for her if she's lucky - depends how I feel." Jennifer in lime green lace push up (tawdry laced-up front), pink bikini bottoms, smallish pink gloves. Lohan in black bandeau bikini with leopard trim across the top, smallish white gloves, scrappy beach bun hair.

During R1: Jennifer stepping cautiously, left at her hip, right at her chest: Lohan immediately on top midring with a brace of spitting jabs, forcing Hewitt to cover up. Right hand strokes Jen's waist with a tart spank; quick jab taps her guard; rigid hook (palm down, thumb-first delivery) sneaks 'round Jen's right wrist (partially blocked). Lohan stepping to her right - Hewitt relaxes: Lindsay pops in another pinging right, hopping on her left foot as she leaves the calling card. Lindsay setting a high, hot pace - touching, touching, touching Hewitt - never hurting her, but keeping her constantly turning and covered up. Jennifer snarling, looking for spots - but Lohan using tempo as a weapon here. When Linds wants distance - she'll ping out the elastic jab, dotting Jen on her raised guard while wheeling to either side. When Linds comes forward - she'll lap underhand left/rights against Jennifer's tummy, graduating into lathering, loose sidearm blows against flanks and waist. When Jennifer huddles at the ropes - Lohan's on her with straight, jarring criss-cross from the shoulders - pumping in lefts and rights, stamping 'em knuckle-flat against Hewitt's breasts ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching. Bell: Hewitt flushed, mouth open - run ragged this round; Lohan breezy, jogging back to her corner all jugs a-jumping.

R2: Lohan rushing to midring, immediately dousing Jennifer with a brace of spitting jabs: Hewitt covering up, tilting forward - giving away her right flank to a swinging right roundhouse TUP! Lohan grinning, legging away, circling to her left, curving back in on Jen: Hewitt covering up in anticipation of jabs, gets strafed a series of clawing hooks and jamming straight right hands in combination. Lohan stepping out, circling, curving back in: Hewitt under constant, up-tempo threat - Lohan maintaining that blistering pace, bespeaking what must have been a terrific camp. Whenever Hewitt goes to ropes out of frustration, Lohan squares away and helps herself to jug via straight-thrusting crisscross left/rights from her shoulders - stamping Jennifer flat-n'-cranky to salt away the shutout. Lohan giggling, jogging back to her corner - jugs a-jumpin'.

R3: Hewitt grimly looking to come forward - fielding Lohan's poke on her face, but leaning into it, putting a heavy jab of her own into Lilo's upperchest. Girls trade swift right hands, comeback hooks: even swap, but Lindsay backs away from Jen's power. Fight more competitive now - Lohan circling, curving in on Jen and initiating: Hewitt willing to take Lindsay's initial flurries in order to lean into heavy single right hands. Lindsay touching Jennifer hip-to-head, constantly sticking into her, poking at her, clawing her, strapping her, clouting her. Jennifer more deliberate, setting down on her shots, driving in with weight behind straight right hands to chin or chest. Hard to score - Lohan still clearly driving the action, dictating pace, being the aggressor; Hewitt landing the harder shots, moving Lilo off her stance, scoring cleaner.

R4: Jennifer hooking and crossing her way forward, crossing her arms to bob, then looking to take another foot of canvas away from Lohan. Lindsay snarling, working hard now: giddy carefree punching of early rounds replaced by a much grimmer work ethic now. Jennifer's jab landing like a power-punch on slender Lohan - jarring the redhead, punching her face back or thudding amidst jug with heft. Lohan's jab spearing at Jennifer's mouth (cutting her inside the lower lip), eye and even tummy as Lindsay stoops and reaches poke to her foe's smooth gut. Power punches about even - Lindsay able to bite off tight, slender armed hooks at close range (elbow down and held in tight throughout delivery), really cracking Jennifer's jaw; Hewitt placing vicious rights to Lindsay's chin, really leaning into the stroke - Lohan forced to abandon her position and regroup outside.

R5: Hewitt coming forward, but covering up, not getting off as bravely: Lohan's constant woodpecker assault on Jen's features finally making Love-Hewitt tentative. Lindsay bouncing mitts off skull and shoulders, then sidestepping as Jennifer's tilting forward: Lohan able to scrape sexy little come-along hooks under Hewitt's chin as Lilo's stepping right. Lohan walking Jen into stern right crosses to chin - Lindsay's slender arm shivering under these blasts: first visible sign of butt-wobble in Hewitt's trunks as Lindsay finally gets to her. Hewitt punching off her heels as she's backpedaling, landing glancing blows, but Lohan smart on pursuit, always flicking jabs, never just waltzing in naked. Final moments - Hewitt butt-in-ropes, stooping forward behind her gloves: Lohan's all squared away, lathering hup-hup lefts and rights with her elbows in - just keeping it tight-n'-busy to the bell. Linds straightening at the break, chest heaving, cheeks rosy: Hewitt relaxing, eyes forlorn - she's exhausted.

R6: Too much Lindsay. Lohan pouring herself at Jennifer now - no let-up, no respite. Hewitt turtling, blocking most of the punishment - but the constant patter of Lindsay's mitts on Hewitt's head and shoulders deeply discouraging to Jen. Hewitt unable to get off - she wanders around under the shivering hail of slender-limbed wallop - Lilo seething, baring her teeth, whaling away. Lindsay lapping rising punches into Jen; jamming away straight crisscross; swinging overhands; looping roundhouses. Hewitt just under constant, bewildering buffet, doesn't know which way to turn. Down the stretch - Hewitt defending the apron - Lohan backs off a smidge, widens stance and explores Jen with the spearing jab. Very deliberate Lohan here, taking the time to open Jen up. As Hewitt's guard is penetrated - she flinches back into ropes, defences momentarily disorganized: Lohan leans forward with a chopping right off her shoulder, clouting heavily at the top of Jen's cleavage. Several of these passes land - Lohan prying at Jen's defences with the jab, then leaning in to clap rack righty. After the bell, Lohan shouts: "Yeah! That just happened!"

R7: Hewitt facing into blows - pawing her jab in hopes of setting up that fierce right hand: Lohan responding with more vigour, more energy, more volume, simply overwhelms her buxom foe. Jennifer hounded ropeside: she covers up miserable, pouting, butt-in-ropes - a cascade of Lohan punches bouncing off Hewitt's vulnerable back. Jennifer enraged, tormented, comes up swinging - but she's getting beaten to punches: Lohan in perfect rhythm catches Jen a right on the mouth, turns over the hook - toggling Hewitt's chin. Jennifer loosening, spraying punches: Lohan razor sharp, jams the right to Hewitt's forehead, turns over the hook to chin. Hewitt's legs give a shimmy - she slumps back into ropes, eyes glassy: Lohan pounds another right in between Jen's gloves, slamming Hewitt's head over top rope. Lilo turns over the hook - twisting her lithe frame into the shot, shrieking as she scores: Hewitt's head tosses, hands droop - she's out on her feet. LOHAN STAMPS JUG! Oh the humanity - Lilo squares away, chugs right/left crisscross into Jennifer's plenty - Hewitt's head bobbling slack on limp neck as she sits into ropes, helpless to stop it. Ref jumps in - Lilo shunted aside: she's the TKO7 victrix!

After: Hewitt sobbing in the man's arms - as much exhausted and drained as truly punched-out: Lilo putting her whippet frame to good use tonight, shredding the heavier vixen with constant slender-limbed wallop throughout the evening. AND LILO'S NOT DONE! Shooting in on a blubbering Hewitt while Jen's on her stool - Lindsay wrestles the stunned vixen out of ring and off the apron - girls tumbling to the floor in a heap of struggling celebrity. Grinnin' Lindsay's first to her feet, yanking Jen up with two fist-fulls of hair: Lohan hopping up to take a seat on the apron-edge, snaking her wiry legs about Jennifer's waist from behind. Hewitt whining, struggling, chest heaving - she's got Lindsay's wrists gripped, holding the hands up and away as Lohan struggles to cuddle Jen close. Lindsay laughing, enjoying herself - Jennifer teeth clenched, whimpering - she's trying her hardest to deny Lohan satisfaction.

Job of work for Lindsay - twisting and writhing her arms to free her wrists, then trying to secure chokes on Jen. Hewitt pulling at arms, grabbing at Lindsay's hands and wrists. With the left arm loose about Hewitt's throat - Lindsay punches girlish Apartment style rights down onto Jen's head and face - whole purpose is to get Hewitt to turn away from the blows - and into Lindsay's body. Finally works - Jen squirming around to protect herself from chokes and punches, but now she's got Lilo's heaving breasts to worry about.

Fresh spasms of resistance from Hewitt as she reaches up, desperately pushing at Lindsay's arms, pulling her hair - anything to push back the weight of jug. Lohan not as strong, but she's got position and leg-control - can take her time to wriggle her way in. Finally, inevitably - Lindsay gets what she wants: Hewitt's face jammed in tight to cleavage in the snuggest of reverse sleepers. Lohan's legs straighten in clenching celebration - she's pouring it to Jen via the scissors as well: Hewitt crying out in pain, palms pushing down on the apron as lilo squeezes the air out, while preventing fresh air from coming in. There's no hope for Jenny: Lindsay squeezes and cinches, licking her lips and wringing Hewitt out. Eventually, Jennifer's struggles grow quiet and she simply stands up loose in the grasp, held and supported by her tormentress. When Lilo releases both hands and arms with a smile - Hewitt peels back, sprawling in a gorgeous mound of jugged-out brunette, hands up above her sleeping, damp face as knees flop to one side. Lindsay looking down in exultation, kicking her heels against the apron, wondering whether or not to hop down and take a little extra Jen while it's there.