Pool D - Fight 4 (Elizabeth Hurley vs. Manuela Arcuri)

Elizabeth Hurley (0-2-0)
5'9, 57 years old

vs.

Manuela Arcuri (0-1-0)
5'8 1/2, 45 years old

(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)

Intro/Fight:
Both winless to this point, but with Arcuri still having an outside chance at advancing were she to pull a rabbit from a hat; the energy emanating from the Italian's corner was understandably higher. Manuela kept a steady-handed grip on the reigns of the fight through the first three rounds, with only a minor hiccup fractionally costing her the second. Hurley was floundering. Struggling to tag Arcuri with anything significant, but not letting that stop her from wildly flinging haymakers at any opportunity, Liz was looking worse and worse the more punches she threw. Showing her age and deteriorating at a rapid pace, Hurley answered every Arcuri hit with a miss of her own. Arcuri was surgical, wading forward after each and every wild looping overhand from Hurley, taking the body, then retreating, content to slowly wear the aging actress down. Hurley windedly retreated to lick her wounds after countless exchanges, her gut blood red from the punishment it had received. To her credit, she hadn't stopped trying.

Arcuri looked far more fresh as she towered over a slouched Hurley to start the fourth, pouring liver shots into the ragged brunette until she slinked away toward the corner swaddling her belly. Hurley rapidly huffed and pant as she was followed toward the ropes with Manuela on her heels, swatting away an attempt by the Italian to palm her right breast and spin her into the ropes and instead pivoting through a retaliatory shot to Arcuri's ribs. The brunette winced as her buxom frame hunched sideways, wilting just as Hurley had. Wobbling, Arcuri spun through a half-hearted looping cross that narrowly missed a ducking Hurley, then ate another stomach-churning left to the solar plexus. Arcuri heaved as she was buckled at the waist, her readied arms lifelessly dangling from her shoulders as Hurley rose through a devastating uppercut to the bottom of her chin. Manuela's slumped frame straightened as Liz detonated her gloved fist against her jaw, her skull snapping backwards before she collapsed inward and spilled to the canvas face-first. Fighting for nothing but pride, Hurley put on one last display of her once-effortless power, leaving the slumbering Italian in her wake.