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17 November 2006 Title Ch Lacey Chabert vs Jennifer Love Hewitt

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 9 months ago

"JUGS OF MASS DESTRUCTION" TITLE

 

Part 1 Posted by Simguy on 11/17/2006, 6:15 am.

Before: Chabert the reigning--and dominant--JMD queen--but there’s a special attraction to fighting Hewitt for the tiara. “Putting Hayek and Hewitt away back to back is a dream situation for me.” Chabert beams at the podium. “I’m Cinderella--I totally am--it was NOT easy being at Samdog with those two. Now that I’m boss, I’m gonna giver it to Jenny good--what went around is finally gonna come around for her. I can’t wait!” Hewitt poo-pooing the notion that Chabert’s the better brawler--despite Lacey’s string of Gaudy JMD wins, and nice Kos over skill-fighters Kristen Bell and Allison Mack. “I know Lacey,” Jennifer assures, “I know she’s got a little pop, but she a far cry from where  I plan to taker JMD boxing. Chabert blossomed while I wasn’t around--it’s a whole different story now that we’re hooking up, She’s flying high these days--but a couple of rounds of me will remind her why she was third bikini at Samdog.” Chabert in pink ruffled bikini top, sporty navy bottoms; white aerobics shoes/socks for ballistic look; white gloves. JLH in lime green Juicy string bikini, little red heart at the left hip; white aerobics shoes/socks; white gloves; bouncy high ponytail with bangs.

During R1: warnings all around--both girls swinging away to thighs and trunks, earning a stern arm-tug-and-shake from scowling official. Resume--shoving lefts and rights from both girls; Chabert steadily driving Hewitt backward--Jenny’ face turned to the side, looking away from the punches while Chabert’s fearlessly wading in. Jenny’s back hits ropes--Lacey celebrates with a stamping romp to Hewitt jug--just buffeting rush of rubadubdub lefts and rights across Jenny’s proud hooters. JLH outraged--time and again attempting to push her way off the ropes--Lacey proving the stronger vixen, staying on the jugs, beating Hewitt into open-mouthed stupor by the bell. Bell: Lacey bouncing, hooting at Jen--snarling Hewitt pushes Lace--all hell breaks loose as ref scrambles to separate li’l jigglers,

R2: Jennifer trying to match Chabert punch for punch: backs straight, teeth bared, fists pushing out herky-jerky from shoulders as faces and chests are bumped. Lacey too aggressive, just bulling her way into Jen, backing her up--Hewitt’s back hits ropes to a roar from the knowledgeable audience. Jen sitting into strands, stooping forward face-in-gloves: glorious moments of supremacy as Chabert swings away at all that hated meat. Fat roundhouse blows shivering off Hewitt’s flanks; sweeping rights up into gut; chugging hup-hup up into overhanging jug as Lacey sets her feet helps herself. Hewitt facing into the blows, taking a rude bracing, but refusing to giver up her back. Bell: Chabert squealing, hopping away ecstatic, cheeks rosy-red with excited arousal; Jennifer’s eyes brimming with stunned tears as she gets her heinie booted for the second straight heat.

R3: Lacey POURS into Jennifer with reckless enthusiasm--Chabert a rambunctious bundle of head, shoulders, mitts as she plows Jen to ropes. SAVAGE bombast to the midsection: Hewitt folding forward as Chabert beats trunks, hips, tummy with joyous slugging. It’s all too much--Chabert pushing in, shoving her mitts into tummy meat with joyous slugging. It’s all too much--Chabert pushing in, shoving her mitts into tummy meat, smothering Hewitt up against the ropes--Jen dumped awkwardly to her hands and knees under a frisky barrage of lefts and rights, Lacey steps-right, grinning wildly as she lifts her right foot, fits it to Jen’s backside and shoves Hewitt into a face-first sprawl on the canvas as crowd roars in approval. Lacey pulled away by her arm and given a rough shake by outraged ref--Jennifer bawling now as she’s CLEARLY being bullied at this point--and it’s not over! Cranky 8, Hewitt--she covers up face-in-gloves, sits into the strands as Chabert stomps in for more. Lacey just a glow--swinging her lustiest right hands up underneath, shifting weight to get lavish hooks in on Hewitt’s right blank. Jennifer weepy--turns to her left, presenting her right side as she covers her head: LACEY’S ALL IN! Chabert with her left hand on Jen’s hip/rump for balance--BELTING Hewitt’s stomach robust, repeat right hands--Lacey just packing those beauties in and HEWITT GOES DOWN! Jennifer trembling, sitting back on her haunches--and CHABERT PILES ON! Lacey just diving onto her foe, bodying Jen into the canvas--writhing pile of li’l vixens threatens to tumble off the apron until ref regain control.

R4: TORRID punching as girls meet midring--Hewitt finally beating lacey to some punches, managing to hold ground as Chabert can’t come forward. Pushing, shoving action replaced by more compact hup-hup underneath as girls fall in mouth on shoulder. Feet stamping, backsides jiggle as girls push and rub for position. Tummies and jug under constant buffet or swipe--girls working hard to wiggle hands in under opposing arms. Down the stretch, Hewitt looking like a professional as she clips lacey some short right uppercuts in close, using the left arm to reach ‘round Lacey’s hip and draw her in, smothering receipts.

R5: Action slowing--Chabert breathing hard, lips parted--no longer just pushing out crazed bumper-car punches with non-stop abandon. More circling and glaring--Hewitt able to place hard right hands against Lacey’s face; stuff stiff straight lefts into Chabert’s cleavage. Almost looks a boxing match--Hewitt stepping to her left, scowling as she thrusts hard punches into Lacey--Chabert’s face spanking back, jugs set a-quivering as Hewitt pounds methodical.

Chabert/Hewitt--JMD championship conc.

Posted by Simguy on 11/17/2006, 6:17 am.

R6: Jennifer emphatically beats down Chabert’s opening rush--Hewitt stepping-to, thrusting lefts and rights from her shoulders, driving an increasingly discouraged Chabert backwards. Lacey’s back hits ropes: Hewitt immediately snakes her left arm across Chabert’s upper back, slumping her forward for pumping rights--breadbasket and jugg. Steady, muscular work--Hewitt stamping on the spot to keep Chabert pinned down, stuffing Chabert’s top full of leather, giving Chabert’s quivering brown tummy a terrible bumping. Lacey screaming, blurting out in pain or rage--trying to pull jen into a clinch but Hewitt won’t have it. ref doesn’t break the wrap--Hewitt able to push, bully, and plug her foe with a steady, bumping rhythm, bell to bell. Chabert badly shake , sobbing on her stool--composure broken as Hewitt steadily chips away at Lacey’s head.

R7: POUNDING toe to toe--as Chabert firms, Jennifer tires Hewitt getting her face pasted side to side--Lacey able to step forward with punches, or simple pushes with both gloves against Jen’s shoulder or chest. Hewitt forced to ropes--grim struggle evolves as Lacey tries to wrap her left arm around Jen’s shoulders--Hewitt pushing at Chabert, sliding along ropes. Lacey reaching under Jen’s arms, bodying her to ropes--girls constantly embracing, staggering around, tumbling to canvas--ref working hard to break up the brawling as girls slug away on their knees. Late the round, Hewitt gets caught slugging off the ropes, eating a bad right/left on her chin--Jenny’s legs give way and she takes a knee at the bell. 10-8 awarded Lacey who’s happy again as Jennifer’s shaky to her stool.

R8: Lacey plowing into Jen’s jugs with robust straight hands--Hewitt driven ropeside in shock as Chabert slams away. Jen firming slugging her way two-handed into Chabert’s tummy--Lacey grimacing, covering up and stepping backward as Jen bangs her way off the apron. Steady, grim retreat for Lacey--takes Jen a solid minute but she beats Chabert length-o‘--the-ring, reaching in to tummy Lacey into the ropes. Ref’s break--Jen’s hungry, glaring; Lacey’s looking shopworn, hurting--Hewitt pours it on, Jen bouncing mitts off meat, really tearing it up: poor Lacey face-in-gloves, tilting forward, starting to wobble around as Hewitt unloads. Jennifer pushing at Lacey, stacking her, pulling her gloves down and shoving punches into her breasts--CHABERT’S BREAKING DOWN! Lacey falling apart curvy thighs trembling--Hewitt’s feet wide, punches shredding the loose Chabert’s guard smashing at breasts and face with impunity, Lacey facing drowsily into blows, sagging into ropes--SHE’S HELPLESS! Hewitt committing herself--holding nothing in reserve--OH, she’s pasting poor Lacey. CHABERT GOES DOWN! Lacey drifting to her left, tilting, tilting, then sprawling--she rolls onto her back jugs sloshing to a stop as she lies parallel to ropes and it’s OVER! KO8 for the winner and NEW JMD queen--Jennifer Love Hewitt!

After: Chabert already blubbering when Jen finally comes for her in post fight--Lacey with her hands up, trying to make Jen see reason: Hewitt greets her girl with a big boot tummy, doubling Chabert over with a groan. Lacey pitching forward--forehead bumping into Hewitt’s rack: Jen pleased as punch--arms out to the side, big grin laying to the audience--she stands there for a moment as Lacey hugs her tummy, dealing with KO and tummy-booting both. Finally, Jennifer wraps up: left arm round back of Lacey’s neck to cup Jen’s right bicep; right hand taking a firm fistful of Lacey’s damp brown curls. Some shrugging and jostling of Lacey to get her face deep into cleavage, then Hewitt’s satisfied, weight on her right hip, just jugging it to poor Lacey.

Chabert’s hands on Jen’s hips--little bit of fight left in Lacey as she lads up and jams the off methodical right forearm in against jennifer’s arm tummy--but Lacey’s too far gone to make this work. When lacey softens, when her knees start to give way--jen releases, Hewitt hands on hips, taking deep refreshing breaths. Chabert frowning, staggering forward to brace herself with a left hand on the ropes--Lacey shaking her head, trying to clear her addled wits--but oh no: more Jen! Hewitt taking her time--catch-and-release jug-smothering at it’s most patient and heartless. Lacey smothered to the brink of collapse time and again, only t be freed--allowed to stagger pathetically around--each time more jugg-drunk than the last as Hewitt paces herself. Jen deliberate, thorough with Lacey--reaching for her and pulling her back in almost gently--Chabert sniveling each time Hewitt reclaims her, but there’s nothing Lacey can do.

Finally, inevitably, Jennifer keeps the clamp on long enough to drop Lacey in crumbling stages to canvas--Chabert’s lips parted moist against mat as she sleeps off the beating. Hewitt posturing over top fallen Lacey as the JMD tiara and diamond-studded bra are fastened in lace--long live the queen!

Reposted by Archer 6/28/10.

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