JMD TITLE BOUT

Posted by simguy on 5/2/2008

Before: "Jessica is nature's perfect little fighting machine," a candid Janet Jones tells BLONDE! Magazine. "All her proportions exactly equal Michelangelo's 'fighting optimum' - the perfect arrangement of body parts necessary for combat - and that's why we're committed to her. One of these days, Jessica Simpson is going to harness the atomic potential of her physique and look out: they're going to need whole new record books by the time she's done!" Lacey Chabert less than impressed by Jessica's body, face, or anything else 'Simpson'. "You know, they built the JMD tiara for Jessica," Lacey admits in prefight, "and I've been denying her it ever since. That's because no matter how perfect the body, you've gotta have the heart inside to make it run. I wouldn't trade one square inch of my body for one of hers - I wouldn't. I'll take what I've got and beat her every time out!" Chabert in white lace push up and panties; white gloves. Jess in pink Dukes bikini; white gloves. Girls refusing to 'press 'em up' after instructions - each just seething and giving the other the glare.

During R1: Brisk walk to midring, both girls striding into healthy right hands concussive off offending chests, and away they go. Breathless lefts and rights - gloves punching gloves out of the air as the girls brace wide and let 'em fly. Occasional clean contact slams back a pretty face or plow into jugg: little sluggers taking turns buffeted each other backwards, delighting in every foot of canvas won. Girls slugging wild - throwing themselves off balance and spilling past one another at times: they right themselves all stamping feet, jumping jugs and glutes, eyes blazing, hair tossing. Punch for punch, Lacey's beating Jessica senseless: by the midway point, littlest Krusher stumbling about, fighting on pure instinct - she's wobbly butt, bravely facing into Lacey rather than turning away. Final minute sees Chabert finally muscle Jessica to ropes and romp. Simpson crying out as Lacey plows rights and lefts in haphazard, brawling fashion - mitts splashing big off tummy, tits, face - PUNCHING JESS TO ALL FOURS! Lacey immediately to HER knees in front of Jess, reaching in under Simpsy's arms, chesting the blonde up then onto her rump for a seat at the ropes. LACEY'S JAMMING AWAY! Chabert up on her knees in front of a stunned Simpson: Lacey with her left on the ropes behind Jess for support, plowing right hands straight n' short to Simpsy's helpless rack. Jess bleating in protest - ref pulling Lacey up under her arms: hard talking-to administered as ref won't have pursuit-to-canvas on his watch.

R2: Jessica ransacked, disheveled: she's up off her stool and pushing forward, but she's already banged up and woozy. Lacey forward with gusto: sweeping right caroms off Jessica's forehead; plowing straight left flattens jug; stamping straight right crams into rack - Lacey coming forward, extending her arms to spank at Jessi's flesh. Simpson hits ropes in disarray - head lolling: Lacey redoubles her efforts to the Krusher rack, edging in close for shrugging hup-hup mayhem. Simpsy blurting in pain and rage - she's trying to push Lacey off, then slug at her: Chabert doing a good job of bodying Simpsy into ropes to stabilize her, then push off to continue pummeling. Chabert's backside ringing as she plants wide - jugs a-jumpin' as she pours rapid leather onto Simpson in random fashion. Jessica bravely facing into it, but she's badly battered, suffering hugely to rack, face, tummy and trunks. Bell: Lacey very thorough, cleans up a few insurance right hands in Jessica's stomach as blonde's pitching forward in distress. Ref pulls Chabert off, warns her about how late hitting won't happen on his watch.

R3: Jessica helped off her stool and gently pushed forward: she's ramshackle, busting up, but heading back in like a trooper. Lacey greeting Jess midring with a big, sweeping right roundhouse to the waist - concussive blast belts Jess loud: she shouts out, cringing, turning to her right and hopping away, hugging her tum. Lacey plowing in - straight rights and lefts bashing off Jessica's back and skull: brunette stampedes blonde face-first to ropes and piles in on top to pin Jess down. Chabert with her left shoulder pressed against back off Jessica's head while reaching that limb over top rope - Lacey's right hand just jamming away to Simpson's trembling glutes and shiny lower back. Ref pulls Lacey off, wags a finger in her face: she pushes past him, slugging Jess a right hand upside the head as groggy blonde tries to organize. Another right hand, and another, pounds off Jessi's skull and left shoulder, sending her skidding into the Krusher corner. Lacey stomping in, plows a gorgeous right hand flat and square to crotch - shouting in triumph at the thrust as poor Jess pitches forward. Job of work for Chabert to wrestle Jess back up against turnbuckle: LACEY WANTS RACK! Chabert crowding in, hup-hup-hupping away with shrug-chugging lefts and rights: Jessica's beefy hooters bunching up, shivering about in their cups. Simpsy demoralized - she sobs aloud, head dropping back to bare her throat - hands dropping to her sides: Lacey cramming away, face taut with Jug-frenzy - she's just GIVING it to Jess the hard way. Ref pulls Lacey off; Jessica blubbering slides down the ropes to her knees, then pools face-down on canvas, 100% used up. TKO3 in heartless fashion - Lacey Chabert.

After: Chabert roaring around the ring - bellowing into the crowd: oh, how she plowed her hated rival tonight. Simpson blubbing as her gloves are removed: she's just a shattered beauty - hurt early and never able to get herself on track against hyper-aggressive Lacey.

Jessica back-to-ropes sees Lacey surging in: blonde squeals, extends her hands to hold Chabert off. Lacey snarling, both hands reaching into Simpson's long blonde locks and tugging: she sucks Jess off the ropes, spinning her around by her hair and jostling her nasty. Pair of right hand tuck into Simpsy's gut - punching a shout of pain from her, doubling her up: Lacey's rounded arms and shoulders quickly ensnare her foe's head, crushing face clean to breast midring.

Chabert nodding triumphantly, eyes dancing. Her left arm's snaked round behind Jessica's neck; left hand cupping brunette bicep; right hand cupping atop the damp mess of Jessica's hair. Lacey shimmying to cinch in her jugs - twisting slowly to the right, then the left, working her hold. Poor Jessica palming her tormentress' hips, trying to push for room. At one point, Jess reaches her left hand in between Lacey's legs - right hand around Chabert's left leg: Simpsy almost able to cinch up and take Lacey down but brunette's able to stumble out of it. Lacey ill-amused - shouting "DON'T" she pumps a pair of right knees into Jessica's tummy while keeping the smother in place. Jessica compliant, hands back on Lacey's hips again: every once in a while, resentful Chabert will jerk her right knee into Jessica's tummy or left thigh.

Simpsy visibly weakening in the grasp - when she's about to go down, Chabert muscles her into the ropes and props Jessica's butt on the middle cable or support. Renewed writhing arm-and-shoulder work from Lacey as she compresses her hold - lips a bitter, hard working line as her eyes narrow. Jessica's hands drop to her lap - then weakly rise to push at Lacey's tummy or cinch up around her back. Again Jessica's hands fall to her sides: she's going out. Eventually - Lacey knows there's nothing left. She straightens and releases, letting slumbering blonde face slough down the Chabert midsection and thighs en route to pooling on canvas. Lacey beams, lifting her arms so the jewel-encrusted bra may be affixed over top her fighting bra. Tiara pinned to Lacey's sweat dampened hair - she struts the ring as Jessica lies face down in jugged-out splendor.