Posted by Simguy on 12/27/2002, 7:46 am.

Before: Elisha hopelessly mismatched…but anxious to get it on with Alba. “I know I’m a year or two away from being truly ready for Jessica,” says a surprisingly candid blonde, “but she’s so vulnerable right now, the chance to stop her is just too good to pass up. Can you imagine laying Jessica Alba out? One shot on that dicey chin of hers and this fight will be up for grabs.” Alba feeling the heat from all directions—yes this is confidence builder, but the fact that Cuthbert’s got hope is a slap in the face to the proud brunette. Red bandeau bikini Jessica, black bikini Elisha. Vanessa Williams hammering Jessica’s shoulders like a football player in the corner, pumping her girl up, calling for aggression tonight.

During R1: Alba out with the left at her thigh, right hand up to parry, hopping forward into Elisha and lashing her with whip action rising hooks. Cuthbert unhinged by a shattering lick to her chin, walloped off balance by a wide, horizontal hook across the cheek—blonde reeling in her heels in the face of supple stroking Alba assaulting. Jessica attacking at the ropes, little loose backhand jabs up swinging rights to the skull—Cuthbert getting clocked, staggering to her right, little hands up at her temples covering in the storm. Final minute, Alba pressing in to guard up with her forearms, then dip and chug alternating short uppercuts with her lanky arms in tight. Cuthbert sitting in the ropes, crossing her arms, takes a meaty beating to the bell, Williams ecstatic with the efforts, really encouraging Jessica to “go on and get this bytch out of here.”

R2: Jessica edging in, Cuthbert pulls a sweeping right over the top as she crouches forward-=-little shock in Alba’s back leg as she covers up suddenly uncertain. Elisha digging her head in between Jessica’s gloves, landing flat and heavy to the belly—blonde bulling brunette into the ropes and scouring away with rolling shoulders, clipping elbows, clubbing hooks. Alba covered up well, not hurt—she’s using a gentle torso roll, trying to get underneath Elisha’s slugging, come up with counter uppercuts, rolls and slide on follow through to slip blonde incoming. Cuthbert using her head very rough on the inside, getting Alba upright and banging the ribcage very effectively—blonde just outworking her girl—Alba slick enough defensively to weather this sort of thing, but where’s the work? Williams unhappy during the break, tells Jess, “don’t you lay down for this girl Jessica. Don’t you do it!”

R3: Jessica more positive this round, left hand low, right hand high, graceful whippy lefts have Cuthbert shying away rather than trying to get back on top. Alba rangy, loping as she edges in on Elisha, backhanding the jab, licking up with the hook, slap-chopping down with the right to Cuthbert’s worried left eye. Blonde just swatted and cuffed around the ring, unable to work her way inside. Final minute, Jessica loping in, freezes Elisha with a feint and lands a glorious swinging right hand in behind the elbow, drawing a cry and cringe from a suddenly buckled blonde. Jess riding up with her forearms, presses Cuthbert to the ropes,starts savaging her with the dip and rop uppercut attack—breasts and chin are tagged as Cuthbert gets sloppy at the bell.

R4: Elisha bleeding in the mouth—she’s messed up, circling away from Alba as Jessica lopes on in. Jessi laying out the rangefinder, slapping it to Cuthbert’s shoulders, chasing her to the ropes and bending into a slinging right on the chin to swivel Elisha’s head hard to starboard. Cuthbert undone at the knees—tilting forward as she staggers—Alba with a nice weight shift, picks her girl up with an arching right uppercut and steps to the side as blondie puddles on her face. Clinical KO4 Jessica Alba.

After: No surprises for once—Alba too big, too fast, too good for a game but hopelessly outgunned ingénue. Jessica vibrating with victory, eager to catch a little praise from Williams—Vanessa tells her, “You’re not done yet. Go get some.” On cue, Alba hardening her heart, heads over to a destitute blonde corner, pulling the battered Cuthbert to her feet by the hair at the back of head and yanking her about for a snarling walk of shame. Williams nodding in approval—working as much in Jessica’s mental game as she is on the physical side.

Reposted by Archer 11/7/09.