Posted by simguy on 4/29/2005

Before: Sarah a big winner last time out, looking to springboard off Hewitt and get back in the title hunt. "Hewitt hasn't been the same since we fought last," reasons Gellar. "I look at her legs and think how shot she looks, and she's hinky - doesn't pull the trigger right away on openings because of what I did to her. It's going to be a pleasure finishing what I started." Hewitt snorting at the suggestion of Gellar finishing up on her. "If anyone was ruined by that war we had, it's Sarah," sneers Jen at the dais. "Gellar left chunks of herself in that ring she'll never get back. This fight will be more of the same, only easier for me: I'm using Gellar up fight by fight and very soon now, there's not going to anything left." Gellar in black bandeau, battle bun - Jennifer in lucky white string bikini. Small gloves both vixens.

During R1: Spirited, sharp punching exchanges, both girls pecking jabs, moving heads, trading hooks to body. Constant action, neither committing big to shots - girls just looking to lather up, get work done. Sarah the more consistent beauty, marking Hewitt up the jab, thumping away to ribs both hands, backing Jen up this round for points.

R2: Sarah chip-chiseling her jab - good stern poke sets up a carving right hand early that has Hewitt stepping in fence post holes. Jen covers up earmuff, leaning in: cue jug mugging as Sarah shrugs up in there, both dukes. Hewitt staggering back, open mouthed, shiny-eyed - Gellar walking her down with a frown of concentration. Hewitt to her right along the perimeter, dukes up - Gellar shadowing the course, dipping in to stroke right/lefts biting against the waist, tearing up that taut little gut. Jabs from Sarah, mostly blocked by Jen's high guard, but serving to pin Hewitt down at the ropes, keeping the body exposed for torrid ripping action.

R3: Jen's dropped two, she draws a line in the canvas this round. Couple of prepratory jabs, then slender vixens are in cheek to cheek, hustling leather back and forth to stubborn abs, svelte ribs, inviting jugs. Breathy stuff, girls grunting as both score in turns - Sarah digging a double right hand off her right foot to Jen's ribs; Hewitt clawing a short-arm hook across jug, really smearing those puppies to the side, drawing whimpers of indignation from Gellar. Jen holds her ground early, then steadily backs Sarah up down the stretch - body shots opening up carving little uppercuts late as Hewitt starts to tune Sarah up.

R4: Jen opening up - rangy lefts and rights up high - blocked by Sarah, but the pay off hook swings flat and loud to liver: GELLAR GOES DOWN! Sarah pulling away, face stretched in agony - she turns, sinks to her knees, left arm cradling her body as Hewitt struts smug to neutral corner. Tremble-bodied 8, Sarah - Jennifer scoots in at the hop, flicking jabs to set up withering fire amidships. Hewitt bending her knees, sweeping the sidearm right hard to the breadbasket, easing onto front foot to jerk nasty little left uppercuts into sternum and jug - Hewitt savaging Gellar to the body, sensing the hurt, possibly some quit in there. GELLAR TAKES A KNEE! Sarah openly sobbing, debilitated downstairs - seething Hewitt pushed back - Jen lifting her mitts as she saunters to neutral corner. Deep breaths, Sarah - she takes another shabby 8, nods at the ref to let it continue: on comes Jen. Not for the squeamish: Gellar rings Jen up coming in a looping over hand right hand, staggering Hewitt; Jennifer shrugs it off to get back into Gellar's midsection right/left/right. Mouth on shoulder again, girls reach left hands in to ease the other back with a shoulder, then lick and lap away at tender tummy, rib and jug - Sarah managing to buckle Jen's legs, reverse positions as Hewitt's back gets shown the ropes. Brace of uppercuts to jugs splashes pain across Jen's face - she responds in kind, slugging back short, chugging to the body, backing Gellar up. Hammer and tongs midring - girls landing shivering, all-in hooks to the body, chopping and hacking each other about the ears - glorious flyweight scrapping at it's best as ref has to enforce the bell.

R5: Sarah combative, but not the same vixen - fourth took it's toll as Gellar's sharpness drops off, legs unable to hold canvas against Hewitt's relentless advance. Neither girl shy about setting up inside - both reaching in under the other's arms to budge her back, open her up for robust ribcage shellack. Jennifer steadily worming her way in, backing Sarah up - fight winds up in the ropes with Gellar fighting hard, but getting banged up in the exchanges. Hewitt starting to land to temples, chest, flanks and tummy whenever she wants - just putting a nice throbbing beatdown on Sarah through 5.

R6: Jennifer hurts Sarah a pair of tomahawking right hands high on the head, then hard on the ear - Gellar sent sputtering to her right, regroups behind a shaky earmuff guard. Jennifer striding in, pounding lefts and rights up around Sarah's guard, then shivering that long hook off body underneath, bending Gellar's legs. Sarah wilting in retreat, grimacing - every step back visibly hurting Gellar emotionally, but Jen's giving her no choice. Latter half the round just smothering pursuit boxing: Hewitt squirming in to body Sarah into ropes, then easing out to batter torso with a robust, rhythmic two-gun shellacking. Gellar grim, breaking down but determined, hangs in there to the bell.

R7: Sarah doubling up the jab, pivoting silky to the side - she shows that sneaky slap-n-slip pedigree this round. Hewitt getting nibbled, swinging and missing - she was winning the brawl, doesn't want this thing getting suddenly technical. Gellar licking a nice little hook under Jen's right elbow while turning the Hewitt right flank - Sarah doing a nice job clinching up around Jen's ribs after scoring, bogging stronger brunette down, frustrating her this round.

R8: Hewitt rocks Sarah to the body again - batting lefts and rights upstairs - all blocked - setting up a withering hook to liver that sends tremors down Gellar's lithe frame. Gutshot, wincing - Sarah shies away: Jen's the boss again, striding in brazen now, hands at her side - a bully's gait. Jen stepping-to, knuckling Sarah gently to find her, then ripping her a whippy hook underneath, carving tidy uppercuts. Gellar in constant retreat, clinching almost every time Jen scores big to the midsection - Sarah's legs just not handling those body bombs very well.

R9: All Jenny Love - she hounds Sarah along the perimeter, scouring her rival top to bottom. Gellar earmuff most of the time, soaking it up in her flanks and tummy, but also turning to point the left shoulder, left hand down, right at her cheek to slip and roll off the ropes. Gellar clinching constantly now - Jenny bouncing impatiently, extending her arms out to the sides to show it's not HER tying up - ref constantly forced to break 'em up. Big smile Jen as she straightens up at the bell - as girls pass en route to respective corners, Hewitt reaches back with a cheeky right hand slap on the ass, sending Gellar mincing to her stool.

R10: Give Sarah credit, she's competing to the final bell. She stands up to Jen, trading short right hands inside, then trades rising hooks to sternum. She hooks Jen's chin, doubles up hooks to waist, starting to discourage Hewitt in the exchanges. Jennifer disconcerted - she had wanted to roll Sarah up strong this round, but Gellar spoiling the celebration, fighting hard, backing Hewitt up. Jen's back hits ropes: Gellar immediately into gut with a thump-thud right/left, crowding in with her body to smother the receipt. All Gellar late as Hewitt covers up butt-on-ropes - Sarah working left uppercuts and hooks off her left foot, trying to pry open the defence at the bell. Late punching from Sarah stokes hard feelings - ref trying to separate little battlers as Hewitt strains to get at her tormentress. Comes back UD10 comfy, Jennifer Love Hewitt.

After: Hewitt the more stable, heavier mitted vixen once again - fourth round decisive as Gellar is dropped twice, badly worn down as intense trade saw Jennifer impose her will. "I'm the better woman," Jennifer states flatly in post fight. "Simple as that. It's a delicious feeling, knowing that each fight - hell, each PUNCH - is driving a girl closer and closer to extinction. I felt Sarah get old in this fight tonight - she's a flyweight Debbe Dunning and I'm pounding away at the dregs!"