Posted by Simguy on 8/25/2007, 9:42 am.

Before: “I have a prayer that I say every night before bed,” a very serious Elisha Cuthbert confides on ET. “It goes: ‘Dani. Britney. Jenny-luv. Allison, Jewel. ‘Vangie. Neve. Rachel.’ I’ll fight any bantam, anywhere—but those are the names of the girls who think they’re stronger than me who think they’re better than me, who think I don’t rate as a fighter. And of all of them, Rachel’s the worst. You guys know I hate Neve Campbell with a passion—and the day is coming when I’ll deal with her for good and all—but I’ve brought Neve Campbell into camp for this fight. That’s how much I hate Rachel McAdams, and how hungry I am to beat her.” McAdams in a  prefight conference eyeing Elisha at the dais and Neve out in the front row—doesn’t like the combination one bit. “I’m sorry for how things played out with Elisha at the Mountees,” Rachel says, as she has many times before. “I didn’t push her out, whatever she says, and I never intentionally used her.. I thought we were a team, working together in the spirit of  teamwork to keep Neve and others in check. But now I see that even if I had thought that was true—Elisha never, ever supported me in good faith. I would’ve worked hard to protect her if she had ever gained the belts, and I would have been a fool, because Elisha’s showing her true colours now.  Congratulates ‘Leesh: seeing you working with Neve does hurt. Hope you’re enjoying this, because that’s the last time you’ll ever able to get to me. From now on, you’re just another jealous wannabe I need to put down and step over en route to getting what I want.” White bikini, Elisha—white gloves, Midnight blue velvet bra and panties, Rache—auburn hair—white gloves. Ref made so nervous by ther smoldering looks during ring instructions, he actually edges in between the girls, just in case.

During R1: Elisha steams out of port—dukes cheek high, stomping onto her left (forward) plant leg, bobbing at the waist, punchin’ stubby, swift. Rachel eyes narrowed, seeing what Elisha’s got, looking for tell-tale traces if Neve in the movements. Rachel jabbing defensively off her back (right foot)—keeping well back, then choosing spots to dip-left while shifting weight to front foot, jerking the jagged left uppercut in between Elisha’s mitts. Rachel recovering onto her back (right) foot a-jabbing—nice pinpoint scoring blows landed as Cuthbert plows forward undeterred.

R2: Elisha making more use if a stubby jab to close with, then slamming a hard overhand right to Rachel’s chest, knocking her to the ropes, Good thudding follow up—Leesh on Rache: blonde batting away strong to flanks, pushing Rachel upright, then crowding in to bury heavy rights and lefts flat to paunch. Rache exhaling through pursed lips, frowning at the heft of Lishy’s punching: blonde swinging a couple of fat hams tonight, shaking the McAdams torso. Rachel smooth at the ropes—elbows, rolling and bending with incoming, then spinning round Elisha to open canvas. Elisha very aggressive—even when Rache’s sidestepping. Cuthbert’s recovering balance and getting back on top, collapsing distance nicely. McAdams forced to ropes time and again, unable to complete prevent Elisha from squirming into chest and working hard for points.

R3: Rache boxing from outside—jabbing off the right (back) foot—looking for spots to ram hoe straight rights off the right foot; jagged left uppercuts off the left foot. Cuthbert catching flush, hard, face punches here—walking angrily through it—but she’s starting to loosen at the knees. Rachel finding sweet angles—changing distance just by switching her weight back and forth—she’s picking Elisha apart very coolly here. Sharp, concise punching to Cuthbert’s chin has her startled; tidy hooks to the body spanking loud off Elisha’s form torso, momentarily cramping curvy blonde up. Down the stretch—blistering right cross clouts the mouthpiece off Elisha’s teeth: she’s hurt—swooning out over her feet. Hop right, Rachel: vicious hook takes Elisha between her breasts, then doubles to take her in her sternum. Cuthbert groans—leaning forward to clinch—directly onto Rachel’s pinpoint right uppercut off the right foot. Shattered blast swivels Elisha’s head up and back—it lolls sadly forward as Cuthbert loses control of her legs, staggers past Rachel to hit ropes face-first. Rachel expressionless, eyes boring into the target as she hops into squared away stance—she unleashes as Cuthbert’s reeling stunned against ropes. Ringsiders screaming as McAdams pounds away without a trace of pity: murderous, tight, smashing straight lefts and rights jam into chest and face—ragdolling helpless ‘Lishy at the ropes. Cuthbert’s curvy legs holding her up against all the laws of physics—head bobbling, chest shuddering under slamming repeat impacts—but those big, strong legs just won’t bend the knee. Cuthbert slumping out against ropes—right hand in her chest, left dangling at her side—she’s facing groggily into punches. Ref lets Rachel land some insurance blows—many more than necessary: he jumps in to save a battered Cuthbert from herself. TKO3 in gutchurning fashion—Rachel McAdams.

After: McAdams snarling as she turns away, momentarily overcome with bloodlust: Elisha clearly touching a nerve in the classy redhead tonight. Cuthbert bawling in the official’s arms, absolutely heartbroken—begging him incoherently to let her continue: there’s no way Elisha Cuthbert would ever have bared her throat in this fight. She would have forced Rachel to put her down, a fact acknowledged by an exhausted Rachel Mac in postfight. “Elisha’s so sturdy—I’ll give her that. I worked angles really well on Elisha tonight—picked her apart and outclassed her—but she’s got one of the biggest hearts in boxing—especially for a turncoat. I’m not sorry for what happened, but I’m glad the red stepped in, As determined as Elisha was to compete with me, I was just as determined to stop her. That would have gotten very ugly if the ref had let me continue.” Axis of Evil crumbling in Cuthbert’s corner as bitter recriminations lead to pushing and finger-pointing: Neve calling Cuthbert a “no-talent wannabe” who had “no business being in the same ring as Rachel”. Elisha bug-eyed at the comment, groggily tries to get at her tormentress as officials move in.

Reposted by Archer 11/26/09.