Allison Mack had been a lot trickier. They'd slopped back and forth on top of each other for what had seemed an age - each taking turns going for subs/dutifully slugging the quivering body beneath. Truth was, Allison had taken control and was grinding out the result - Jennifer had known she was just about out of gas. Lying on her tummy to Mack's left - with Allison on her back - Hewitt had draped her left arm around Mack's throat. It was harmless, so Alli allowed it, half-rolling to reach for her foe and pull her-to. Jenny had gone with it, suddenly squirming across Allison tummy-on-tummy to the blonde's right side, neatly capturing Mack's reaching right arm between them. Jenny cinched up around Mack's head and extended right limb - her right cheek close to Allison's - that brawny blonde right shoulder trapped against Mack's throat as brunette constricted her arms. With her legs out straight - Jenny shimmied in the sand like the hand of a clock - ticking slowly towards 10 as Ali tried to turn in the same direction. Mack tapped her left hand against Jennifer's right shoulder. Hewitt pretended not to notice, squeezing until she felt the blonde go limp beneath her.

Good times, good times.

And now: Cuthbert!

"OH!" Jenny shouts. Glorious day in Hawaii - they mostly all are. Sun high and hot; crashing surf; fans keeping a respectful distance, ringing the beach action with their standing bodies. Elisha's punched that overhand right down into Jenny's tummy again, doubling the brunette over. C's been getting that punch all day, driving it in, then standing, licking her lips while Hewitt hugs her aching guts.

Jenny's in her infamous black bandeau with the low-rise hipster bottoms: the paparazzo’s favorite. She's stubborn about it - knows it isn't flattering - doesn't care. To hell with the photogs, and the magazines and those moron bloggers. Jenny's got a couple of big wins over sturdy blondes who look fantastic in bikinis - even when they're lying on their backs, out cold. Hewitt uses the suit as motivation.

Elisha's looking great by paparazzi standards: hot pink bandeau top; sturdy teal bottoms that can take a tugging and keep on snugging. And she's looked great so far, keeping Jen on her feet and working her big-girl. With Jenny bent over and panting, Elisha draws her right arm back - lips tightening as she loads up - then slams the forearm down beefy across Jen's upper back. Clapping blast beats Jen to her haunches as she's still hugging herself - whining in pain from the forearm smash. Elisha just stoops, reaches into the damp mass of brown locks, and slowly pulls Jennifer upright.

Jen snarling, thrusts her arms up to knock Elisha's out of the way, then brunette steps in a smacking right forearm to blonde chest, stunning Cuthbert in turn. Elisha staggers back, breathing through pursed lips, but she shakes it off. It's been back and forth like that all day - the girls just slopping on the beef and seeing where it takes them.

Cuthbert picks her hands up, makes dukes loose at her chest, stepping in sand to her right. Hewitt's mouth-breathing, hands on her hips, squinting as blonde cleverly moves up up-sun. Elisha steps in, jabs the left hand to Jen's chest PAK!: Hewitt grabs at blonde wrist, unable to secure it as Cuthbert yanks the fist back. Hewitt steps to the right, hands dangling - she rolls to her right as Elisha's leaning in with a right - the punch clapping off Jen's well rounded left shoulder. Hewitt swings back with a rising right ticketed for Elisha's belly - Cuthbert sways back out of range just in the nick.

Been a lot of that: Cuthbert's had good radar today.

Elisha bores in - spitting jabs: Jenny ducks low, walks blonde into clinch, and they're tummy to tummy yet again. Chins out over left shoulders - hands palming ribs and hips, managing each other's weight. Cuthbert wriggles her right arm free, clouts at Jen's hip/flank: Jen immediately swats her own right into Cuthbert's tummy while leaning into her. They step around, backsides jumpy - each keeping the left shoulder in the other's chest, keeping heads in close to avoid giving up the homerun. Every few seconds, a body shot rings out - the girls grunting, stuffing away at each other. Cuthbert's been committed to this - feels she can wear Jenny down with the constant cuffing trade. Hewitt's frowning, looking tired. Elisha just might be on to something.

Jen adjusts her hands on Elisha's torso, pops hips to lift her knee into Cuthbert's left inner thigh. Elisha wriggles, moves her chin to Jen's right shoulder, lifts the right knee up into Jennifer's tummy. Hewitt grunts: maybe knees aren't a great idea. Elisha gives her another one, and Hewitt groans, even as she's tripping Elisha into the sand.

Cuthbert wrestles Jenny to her back - blonde quicker, stronger, all day long whenever they hit the beach. Jenny's curvy legs close guard around Elisha's hips: Cuthbert pushes both hands deep into Jenny's stomach, locking out the elbows and sitting back on her haunches. Jenny writhes, trying to hurt Elisha with the scissor: Cuthbert punches her right hand down into the meat - the knuckles landing with a flat plop against belly button. Jenny grimaces, reaches her hands down to grab at Elisha's wrists. Cuthbert shifts on her haunches, hands on Jenny's knees - blonde just working to punch down into brunette tummy, collecting good touches. Then Elisha loops arms around Jenny's rounded thighs, and stands, bringing Jenny onto her upper back. Cuthbert huffs, puffs, steps her right foot over: she's rolled Jenny onto her chest in the prep for a Boston crab. Jenny releases her scissor even as Cuthbert's sitting down into Hewitt's back and both holds are broken. Jenny pushes up onto her knees, then quickly rolls to her back, getting a foot up to push at Elisha's buns, sending the blonde forward. Girls roll apart, stand, bat sand off thighs and tummies as polite applause dapples the beach.

Jenny shies away - doesn't want tummy on tummy clinching. She's got her elbows in tight to her sides, hands stacked right atop left at her breasts. Elisha's scowling, walking the brunette down. Jenny moves to her right as Elisha's jab pounds at chest/hands, then at the left bicep. Elisha hops a half-step forward, turns on a blunt right, taking Jen in her left bicep again. Straight left cracks against Jen's upper chest - she backs away grimacing. Elisha's been willing to do this since inception - just patiently stalking her girl, punching economically and heavily at the torso and arms. At first Jenny ignored it - back when she though she could just take Elisha down and submit it her. Now, those touches were adding up, and all Jenny had to show for it was a series of inconclusive guards usually leading to her taking even more punishment.

After a long minute of patient pulverizing, Elisha shoots in, tackling Jennifer about the waist, driving her to sand. Hewitt grunts, face pinched: instinctively, she scissors up Elisha's left leg, feeling the writhing, curvy power of the limb as blonde shimmies forward. Jen wraps up around Elisha's head, holding her in close, giving up another thudding series of right hands in the ribs as Cuthbert stays on her girl. Elisha squirms, pushes away to get torso separation - her left leg still trapped between Jen's thighs. Cuthbert on her left hip - Jen on her right: Elisha braces her left arm in the sand behind Jen: Hewitt curling forward to keep her head and chest as close to Elisha's body as possible. Shifting to get comfy, Elisha goes to work with hacking right hands - pounding away on the full flesh of Jen's left thigh. Over and over and over again - Hewitt just lying there, giving up touches: Elisha just dutifully pounding away, bruising up the meat, her breasts jostling in time to her punching. Eventually, Cuthbert squirms, yanking her leg to free it: Jen's only too happy to oblige, quad throbbing from Elisha's crude work.

They stand, and Elisha comes patiently forward, her fists seeking out Jennifer's arms and torso, breasts and belly. Jen absorbs another methodical pounding, finally ducking in to get belly to belly, and the girls work out of the clinch, pushing, punching and kneeing each other. Jennifer's breaking down and getting the worst of it, so she disengages, and Cuthbert shoots in, taking her into the sand again. Hewitt's starting to see the writing on the wall. She needs a choke, or an arm, or a heel - something. Elisha's in no hurry. She doesn't care how long it takes to use Hewitt up.

It's not like Hewitt's not getting off at all - she is. She grips Elisha's short-cropped blonde hair with the left hand to secure her for pounding rights to the hairline. Cuthbert even seems stunned by these shots - loosened badly and reeling - but she always firms, and answers, usually thick amidships to stymie any Hewitt advance. Cuthbert just keeps coming forward, no matter what. Her will is discouraging to Jenny - heartbreaking. Hewitt just has nowhere to go.

"OH-uhhhh!" Jennifer grunts: Elisha's shot in and hugged up around brunette ribcage. Hewitt braces - assuming she's going to be thrown, but Elisha just stands there hugging, chin digging into Jen's left shoulder. "No..." Jen gasps, her face stricken as she pushes at Elisha's shoulders, then pulls at the tousled hair near Cuthbert's temples. Elisha's eyes water as her head is forced back, but she wrings her grip, cinching up Jen. Hewitt's got no choice: she abandons the hair pulling, commits to writhing her arms in under Elisha's to reverse the hug.

It takes a long time. It's agonizing. But when Jennifer's right hand grabs her left wrist at the base of Elisha's spine and cranks up - it's the best feeling in the world as Cuthbert blurts in pain, her arms springing out wide.

The girls stamp around in the sand - Elisha's face now pinched, eyes shut tight, lips curling off her teeth as she pushes at Hewitt's shoulders. Now Elisha struggles to wedge a hand down into the hug, squirming to push it past bicep and underneath armpit, writhing to get the arm through. She repeats the journey with the other arm - all the while suffering as Hewitt cranks and cranks, trying to forestall the reversal. Finally, Elisha's able to hug up, arching Jen's back with the force of the cinch. Hewitt cries out in pain, groggily slamming workmanlike right forearms across Elisha's hard-working upper back.

They swap hugs twice more - Hewitt growing visibly weaker. It takes as much energy to break a hug as it does to administer one: Cuthbert's got the energy - Hewitt doesn't. Elisha's smiling on occasion: she can feel 'quit' starting to quiver in Hewitt's tummy meat.

Elisha releases a hug: Jennifer's swaying on the spot, mouth open, eyelashes fluttering. Blonde reaches in, riding her left arm around Jen's head in loose front choke. Elisha tosses brunette left arm up and over, then secures Jen's sturdy waistband with the right hand. Knees bend, then it's a quick clean-and-jerk suplex, taking Jennifer up and over in a fleshy arc.

Hewitt hits sand with the kind of dull thump she dimly recalls Panettiere making. When she hears the gasp, she thinks it's Hayden for a second, before realizing that it's really herself.

Elisha squirms atop: crossbody pin.

Hewitt bridges - the flesh of her thighs quivering off the backs of her legs. She pushes up, then rolls to her left side, levering up out of the pin. Elisha licks her lips, stands, pulls Jenny to her feet by her hair.

Another workmanlike suplex: Elisha taking ownership of Jen's trunks, the better to throw her with.

Jen's got another bridge in her - rolling lifelessly to her side afterward. She's blubbering, tummy panting in and out. She's done, but her body resists pins on instinct. Especially pins from Elisha Cuthbert.

One more 'plex: Elisha's cheeks red with effort, lips huffing and puffing as she strains to pull heavy Jenny up and over.

The dull THUMP of brunette deadweight in sand. The sigh and shuddering of conquered brunette flesh as Elisha squirms atop cross-body.

After that, the three count is too, too easy! Jenny's head lolling side to side, lips mewling incoherently, eyes shut against the hot sunlight. Elisha's oiled back glistens in the sun as she lingers atop her conquest, having stopped Jen's run of blonde victims at two.

She pushes up off Jen, sits back on her haunches and smiles as Hewitt hugs her tummy, rolls onto her left side away from her tormentress. Elisha rises to one knee, taking time to slap her right hand hard against Jen's wide buttocks, then Cuthbert stands, grinning wearily; looking around for the party to start.