Posted by simguy on 7/27/2007

Before: "I don't know that I've got the stamina to kick ALL of Jennifer's ass," willowy Alba quips in prefight, taking her shot at one of the favourite targets of malice in the bantamweight division, "but I'm pretty sure I can kick every part that matters. Seriously, I had to get them to read me the message twice when Jen's people called. Do they know I'm Jessica ALBA? Maybe they got the wrong Jessica? Whatever: it's a big mistake for this girl." Hewitt composed, refusing to be baited: buxom beauty knows she's the underdog coming in. "Normally, I'd say '5'7" - forget it'," Jennifer explains, "but Alba's a very beatable 5'7", and very much worth the risk. She's one of the reasons I moved up: I'd have trouble making Alba-money at flyweight - she's one of the names you just love to get in with and push around." Jessica in lemon yellow bikini, long low blonde ponytail, white gloves. Jennifer in aubergine lace push up, mauve panties, black gloves; black hair tangly/curly long down her back.

During R1: Alba leggy, loping the ring, bandy armed, grinning early, then frowning as Hewitt proves unexpectedly elusive. Jen not getting off, but she's stepping to spots crouching low, dipping to either side, rolling shots. Hewitt moving her hands - now cross-body, now earmuff - swatting Jessica's jab out of the air and gradually encroaching on Alba. Jess with a breezy shutout, but no real damage done as girls negotiate geometry.

R2: Hewitt stalking - creep stepping - staying low, flat footed, looking to set down on hard single shots. Jen making Jessica miss with weaving head movement and bobbing crouches, then suddenly answering a single jolting straight right up top, or sumptuous hook to ribcage. Hewitt not throwing a lot, but what she's pitching's landing with thump. Alba getting her pretty head turned by sneaky, screened Hewitt right hands - Jess loping away from it, trying to figure her stocky foe out.

R3: Alba leaning in on front foot - dabbing her jab at Jen, trying the right, trying the hook: Hewitt able to slip it, step close, fetch Jess the one right hand or one hook that lands clean and heavy, neatly winning the exchanges. Midway through, Hewitt doing more than winning the exchange: right hand HURTS Alba - Jen rolling Jessica's own right hand to answer back stubby to chin: deep blonde knee bend and panicky stagger backwards as Alba's all lit up. Hewitt stalking forward - gets preempted a right hand on the left ear as she's trying to crowd Jess to ropes: Alba able to spin out of trouble, open up canvas and run clock to bell.

R4: Alba tightening up form - now recognizing danger in front of her. Double jab helps to spruce Jen up: she's slipping and rolling, but unable to step forward as Jessi's poke does a better job of tracking. Alba extending arms to push at Jen, then sidestep her: Jess making that last 2 or 3 feet hard for Hewitt to cross. Jess still not having much luck with head-hunting rights, but her lanky dip-n'-rip hook's starting to find paunch and ribcage with authority. Wobble in Hewitt's trunks late after several hooks gouge her waistline: she backs off, eyes squinting with hurt.

R5: Alba slowly asserting herself. Nice spritzing jab as she's rotating to her left, keeping Hewitt defensive. Alba slinging the right just to get Jen to duck, then Jess cleans up left hooks or uppercuts - taking Hewitt thick about breadbasket, jug, or flank. Jessica in wide stance, lithe-legged as she circles, changes distance by leaning in or out: lissome blonde using her height, vexing curvy brunette through 5.

R6: Good first minute pressure from Hewitt backs Alba to the apron, but Jen pressing hard eats a blistering left uppercut counter as Alba finally gets willowy leverage to chin. Hewitt stepping in fence post holes, badly stunned: Alba all lanky - leans in on front foot to crank one, two, three left hooks CHUP! CHUP! CHUP! to Hewitt's quivering tummy - JEN TAKES A KNEE! Hewitt panting, shook up: Alba jogs all ponytails and grins to neutral corner. Jen up moist eyed, takes her 8, digs in earmuff as Alba lopes in to clean up. Good lashing beatdown, Alba to Hewitt: Jen crouching down behind her mitts, trying to rotate her torso and roll the incoming. Alba sleek-swinging here, dipping her left shoulder to get up and in hooks; swiping either mitt across Jennifer's exposed back. Bell: grinning Alba twirls abruptly, but Hewitt has the presence of mind to duck blonde ponylash. Angered Jen punches a crude right hand onto Alba's high, proud buttocks - ref jumps in as Jess whirls hot to answer.

R7: Spirited stuff: Alba more willing to lean in and hang around, swapping her lanky licks for Hewitt's compact, well placed single power shots. Jen getting the better of it by virtue of her better torso movement: she's making Jessica miss, then making her pay with accurate, thudding leather. Alba gritting her teeth, torquing hard shots herself, but when she's not using her legs, she's making herself too available, keeping her head stationary as she's getting off. Round finishes up with shorter, stockier lass pushing lanky girl up against ropes and mauling her: Hewitt able to bully and club at Jess, drawing warnings for rough-house at the bell.

R8: Hewitt slips a jab, rolls to her right with Jessi's right: Alba bringing her hands back low and lazy, eats a TART right hand from counterpunching Jen. JESSICA SCOOTS TO HER BUTT! Alba skidding to a stop - legs outstretched in front, hands back to support her: she's blinking in astonishment. Hewitt pouncing, going to her knees to straddle Jessica's lap and JEN'S PUNCHING RIGHTY! Jen smoking a staring Jess a pair of blunt right hands - Hewitt's left hand bracing Jessica by her left shoulder: ref pulls seething Hewitt off her startled prey to read Jen the riot act. Alba given a moment to recupe - but her confidence is momentarily shattered: upon resumption, Alba's loping for her life; Hewitt stalking, crouching, menacing to the bell.

R9: Hot two-way tossing, but Jessica flinching back, wary of Jennifer's sneaky power from the crouch. Hewitt able to stalk forward - weaving low, getting her body behind hard shots - she's systematically bludgeoning at Alba, checking her chin, checking her ribcage. Left uppercut's there for Jess - but she's too hinky to commit to it: Hewitt able to walk through it and get what she wants in the 9th.

R10: Alba boxing like she's got the fight sewn up - tossing out her jab, loping away, taking a big chance in a close fight. Hewitt grimly walking her girl down, crouching while stepping into position, then releasing with the same buxom heft she's had all night. Jen landing hot single shots - finding Alba's chin before Jessica can pull away; hooking Alba's body just before she can wheel to her right. Midway through - Hewitt with a nice feint freezes Jess: Jen over the top with a blunt, compact right to chin, swiveling Jessi's head. Alba's knees buckle, hands low as she lolls back into facing position, eyes blank. Hewitt with another short right hand, stepping in even closer to get cudgeling weight through to Jessi's jaw. Alba staring groggily into blows - head tossing aside, then lolling back and JESSICA GOES DOWN! Alba drooping in stages to all fours, chopped down by Hewitt: Jennifer helps herself to an insurance right hand in blonde's left flank as Jessi sobs in protest. Jessica shivering, shuddering on hands and knees, pretty head bowed - and SHE CAN'T GET UP! KO10 in bludgeoning fashion, Jennifer Love Hewitt.

After: Hewitt dealing exquisitely with her foe's advantages in agility, height and skill, with patience, guile, and surprisingly heavy hands - it's a very good outing for Ms. Hewitt. Blubbering Alba helped to her feet, gingerly guided to her corner - BUT JEN WANTS MORE! Hewitt pushing her way in, jamming Alba into the Ultimate corner and turning her around: heavy shoulder block to gut puts Alba's sensational glutes up on turnbuckle with a breathy shout. Another shoulder block; another: Hewitt jammin' 'em in stout, then stepping aboard the bottom rope to get up on her lanky foe. Left snakes in behind Jessica's head, gripping Hewitt's right bicep; Hewitt's right hand cups atop smooth blonde scalp as heaving brunette jugs are sealed against pouting face. Alba's arms flapping and panicking: now she hugs at Jennifer's waist; now she's pushing at Jen's hips; now she's whapping away lefts and rights - her forearms slapping uselessly across Jen's sturdy lower back. Jennifer leaning her weight forward, eyes narrowed in concentration, tongue pink between her lips; rounded arms/shoulders flexing, cinching - she's just letting her jugs do the hard work of putting Alba out. Jessica's flailings soon grow weak and pathetic, legs beginning to give: Jennifer eventually climbing down off the rope, turning away with a demure smile as Jessica sinks to her haunches, head drooping, face shiny/clammy, lips parted in jugged-out swoon, eyes closed with a slight, groggy frown. Hewitt snapping her trunks back into place en route to her corner: doesn't even glance back at ruined Jess.