"JUGS OF MASS DESTRUCTION" TITLE BOUT

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 10/20/2006, 7:08 am

Before: Guest commentator Jennifer Love Hewitt sizes up the opposing forces from ringside. “I like Lacey to defend her championship here,” Hewitt announces, “ for a lot of reasons. First, the beatings I’ve given Salma took rounds out of that woman she’ll never get back--rounds she desperately needs if she going to fight JMD/ Second--Salma herself has a hand in shaping Lacey into the slugging machine she is today. Hayek was very cruel with us at Samdog--very heavy handed--but it DID help harden Lacey and I think she’s a better woman for it. Lastly, JMD bouts reward stupidity--and Chabert’s got BUCKETS of that. Lacey and Jessica Simpson are probably the two dumbest bimbos in boxing--but that’s exactly what you want in a competition where a moment’s hesitation could cost you a round, or even the fight.. There’s no hesitation in Lacey--she charges the ring and starts throwing bombs. Hayek’s a technician--if she stops to think about what she’s going to fo,l or tries to get cute--it could cost her because Chabert’s going all-in, all the time. A JMD girl is a 3 round fighter, not a 10 round strategist: Salma’s going to have to make that adjustment. I will say this though: Hayek’s hook to the liver is still the single most devastating weapon I this fight. IF she can gut Lacey early and back her up--Salma’s got a shot to stop the Chabester. Either way--as long as they beat each other senseless--I’m happy.” Lacey in pink ruffled bikini top, navy bottoms with the world “Li’l Bad Ass” written in pink script across the backside; white aerobics shoes. Socks; white gloves. In corners warming up--Lacey jogs on the spot, increasing speed and lifting hrr knees high to set jugs a-jumpin’--belly, buns and thighs a-jiggling. Hayek glaring, feet shoulder width apart as she torso-twists side to side, elbows up. Salma in black bikini from “After The Sunset”; white aerobics shoes/socks; white gloves. As they turn away from ring-instructions, girls brush right hands against opposing bosoms in ceremonial JMD touch’em up.

During R1: Hayek in a tight frame defense--dukes at her temples elbows in close to her body, crouching towards Chabert. Lacey teeth bared, winging away--Chabert-haymakers caroming off Hayek gloves and shoulders as Salma is buffeted, but manages to creep-step forward. Hayek stepping Lacey to apron, crouching inside the arc of Chabert’s loopers, bumping the champ with head-and guard in the chest to nudge her ropeside. Soon as Chabert’s rump touches cable--Hayek reaches in, tummying up to cinch underneath Lacey’s rounded brown arms for ref’s breaks. Boos from the crowd--they see Salma trying to frustrate Lacey early rather than subjugate her: totally unacceptable. Pattern repeated: Lacey swinging away lusty--baring her teeth, eyes flashing with dimwitted savagery, backside quivering as she plants and rips; Hayek stepping into it, blocking the worst of it, riding out the buffeting and looking to put tummy on Lacey. BOOOO! Jennifer Love Hewitt: “Salma’s stinking out the joint. She doesn’t want to fight!”

R2: Lacey solves the Hayek -Frame D with a pounding barrage of lefts and rights to the trunks: Latina loosened up, gurgling and stooping forward huuuuurt--Salma’s there for lugging Lacey uppercuts. Salma on her heels at last--Lacey’s rising leather taking the Latina wonder in her breasts, under her chin--Hayek driven ropeside as Lacey steps into a walking barrage of alternating left/right uppies. Salma responding with urgency from the apron--lips curl back, fists fly--Hayek finally joining in the fun as compact sluggers push and jam away left/rights in hot toe-to-toe swapping. Midway through, mindless hustle-punching, bumping and staggering around sees both girls spill to the canvas in a jiggling sprawl--squirming and kicking at each other for separation. Hayek getting to all fours, Chabes in behind on her knees--it’s a Kodak moment: Chabert lips off her teeth, left hand at her hip--she REAMS Salma square in the buttocks with a slamming right hand--beefy shock-impact stops the fist cold while Chabert’s breast carry on, sloshing hard-left, Hayek’s face (framed by that lush, glossy black mane) tilts up--she bleats in outrage, helpless on her hands and knees as Lacey slams away again and one more time flat to rump. JLH ringside leaps up, pointing at the action and shouting “YES!” Ref finally pulling Chabert away and scolding her--Hayek scrambling up and attacking as official’s trying to deal with Lacey--he grabs Latina by the arm and struggles to keep spitting wildcats apart. “ I PUNCHED YOU IN YOUR ASS!” Chabert screams, wriggling furiously against ref’s grip--Salma just screaming back incoherently as tempers flare.

R3: Hayek still using that tight guard to walk lacey down: this time Hayek’s looking to punch-off-the-block. Chabert straightening her punches, jamming them out from her shoulders--Hayek shunting the punches aside with her guard, then answering back well-placed hooks in Chabert’s brown tummy or little contact left uppercuts out of that rigid guard (keeping the right at her temple). Minute mark: Paydirt--Chabert takes a hook in her liver, backs away grimacing, hugging her tummy--she turns to her right and takes a knee at the ropes as Hayek cruises past for a close-up look-see. Tears standing in Chabert’s eyes--she’s hurt in her body. Hewitt standing not even feigning objectivity as she claps and shouts “Come on Lace--up and at ‘em--shake it off baby! Atta girl!” After
8, Salma marches in hard-eyed.

Beatdown: Hayek on Chabert.

Hayek pushing in with her left forearm across Lacey’s raised guard--Latina just bracing Chabes, then cranking hooks--relentless barrage of the rightside ribs behind the elbow, evil digs to waist assail Lacey as she sits in the ropes. Chabert cringing, lowering her elbows a smidge to protect her quivering body: exposes rack to Salma’s pounding mercies. Final minute all Hayek: she cleans up every square inch of Lacey’s trembling breasts--punking and humbling those jugs with muscular, chugging lefts and rights. Bell: Hayek chesting up, forcing eye contact--ref has to pull her back as Lacey blubbers pathetically.

R4: More stern Hayek domination: Lacey getting the gut check of a lifetime as Latina presses her to ropes and pounds away. Hayek smearing Lacey, grinding her forehead-to-forehead, bracing her with the extended left elbow/forearm as Chabert slides to her right at the ropes--Salma pushing up, then ripping hooks, clouting Chabert’s ear, flank and midsection. As Lacey loosens up, or when she tries to clinch, Hayek shrug-punches those bulging Chabert jugs: just little rising lefts and rights, bumping and scrubbing those babies in close. Chabert taking a pasting, but very brave: she doesn’t give up her back, doesn’t turn away fro it--trusting her cuddly midsection and sturdy legs to soak this stuff up. Down the stretch, Hayek visibly fatigued--action gets sloppy as Chabert’s able to trip Salma to canvas for another tawdry tie-up on the mat.

R5: Chabert winning back initiative with pure JMD mayhem--girls spend almost as much time writhing in one another’s arms on the canvas as they do slugging one another standing up Lacey throwing herself at Salma--reckless frontal assaults not always well conceived or doing any damage--but Hayek forced to cover-and-clinch more often. Salma more disrupted than Lacey by the frequent trips to canvas: Chabert just keeps fighting--slugging from her knees, slugging when she’s on top of Hayek--Salma clearly disoriented by this tactics. Ref constantly yanking Lacey by her rounded upper arm and berating her--giving her a good shaking: you just can’t pursue girls to canvas, no matter how badly you might want to. Lacey managing to rummage and scrounge in Hayek’s bikini top more consistently now--reaching in under Salma’s arms to break apart her guard--easing Hayek into ropes with weight, then jamming away to jug while riding the left arm around Salma’s back until ref’s break.

Hayek/Chabert JMD conc. (Too much jugg for one post).

Posted by Simguy on 10/20.2006, 7:09 am.

R6: Chabert continues to press Hayek--smearing her to ropes, riding the guard into her to smudge her sideways, then swinging away lusty at all things Salma. Hayek soaking up punishment--going face-in-gloves and presenting either flank when she’s pushed to the ropes--Chabert pinning her ears back and wailing at the breasts, buttock, back and chest of her foe. Midway through, Hayek’s left hip in the ropes, face in hands, right side to Lacey: Chabert sets up strong, riding her left hand on Salma’s presented shoulder while stuffing repeat right hands over and over to squirming Salma-belly. It’s all too much: ashen-faced Hayek sinks to her left knee--left hand in the tropes for balance and LACEY’S STILL PUNCHING! Enraged--Lacey looms over top and goes to work with washerwoman lefts and rights, just clanging away on the head and shoulders of her girl. Hayek dazed, lifting her right hand to the top of her head--ref pushes Lacey back for more advice on etiquette as Chabert stamps her foot in protest at the interruption--”I’m PUNCHING here!” she blurts, Hayek rallies, but she’s labouring--eyes are forlorn, starting: Lacey’s tummy, tits and gloves surging forward in waves as Chabert hammers out the sixth. JLH: “Lacey’s bleeding Salma dry--forcing the fight on her. Hayek’s really wearing down--I think she might even be quitting!”

R7: pace slowing as girls trudge flat-footed into each other--both mouth breathing and looking shopworn at this point. Chabert able to bounce her right hand off Salma’s face outsidel staggering Hayek sideways--Salma covering up, hooking back at lacey, but the younger vixen’s really coming on. Mouth on shoulder--Chabert working hard--shrugging her shoulders to bump and knead Salma’s jugs, pressing Latina to the ropes. Hayek still looking to hook at Lacey’s liver, but also swiping sullenly at Chabert’s swinging breasts--girls leaning forward into each other to dig and scrounge underneath. Salma’s buttocks becoming accustomed to the ropes: Lacey’s on to most of the time, constantly working at Hayek with head shoulders, pushing, slugging. Round ends o the sight of Lacey depositing a series of uncontested  right uppercuts into the meat of Hayek’s jugg--thick, moist bumpings dislodging Hayek’s mouthpiece as Salma wearily slumps into the ropes, groggily taking her medicine.

R8: Lacey charges out, tackles Salma low about her hips, drives her to the canvas: SO discouraging for Hayek. Ref immediately pulls ‘em up, ht Hayek swaying on her feet, disoriented: Lacey steps in, bends forward, pulls a GIGANTIC overhand right onto Salma’s head, smashing it back to crowd’s delight. Hayek reeling, arms outstretched--Lacey POURS in with side-to-side scrubbage, bumping Salma to ropes, Lacey on Salma: Hayek’s hands stacked right atop her left at her chest, feet parallel and widely spaced.--she’s facing into a pasting as Chabert unleashes. Lacey eyes wide, alert as she belts Hayek clean rights and lefts, smashing at Hayek’s face as Salma tilts side to side with the blows. Ringing blasts have Hayek in stupor--Lacey finally squirming in close, reaching under Salma’s arms to chest her back, then ROMPING to jug without fear of reprisal. Poor Salma! Hayek’s head lolling, body jerking under the constant pumping thrust of Lacey’s chugging fists--Latina jug being pancaked and squashed, Latina tummy sounding out with spank and SALMA GIVES UP HER BACK! Shabby, shopworn Hayek covers her face, turns to her right, giving up her left flank and back as she huddles forward. lacey grinning, shifts to her left, rides her left forearm sturdy across Salma’s upper back, anchoring her for the plugging barrage of rights o the midsection, hip and flank. Hot work--Lacey with sweat droplets flying off her chin and nose as she slams away on Salma: HAYEK GOES DOWN! Salma finally wilting to her knees, sits back on her haunches, knuckles on the canvas before her--she takes an extra right hand on the back on her head without complaint as snarling Lacey lands cheap, then is bundled away. That’s it! Salma’s all used up: Lacey Chabert retains the JMD tiara and diamond-studded bra via TKO8.

After: The SubJUGation of Salma.

After the victory is announced--Hayek brought around--gloves removed--triumphant Lacey pulls Salma off her stool, bum-rushes through the ropes onto the apron, then pushes prone Latina off the ledge with an impatient foot.

Lacey jumps down all jiggles and grins--poor Salma groaning on her back: Chabert reaches down into damp black tangles of hair to pull Salma to her feet. Chabert almost gentle as she reaches in under Salma’s arms, hugging her up, then leg driving Hayek’s back hard into the apron: Salma’s sobbing groggily, spine curving over the ring’s edge, head tossing back in surrender. Salma’s paralyzed with pain: Chabert hops up onto the apron, taking a seat thereon and reaching for a dazed hayek with frisky arms and legs. Hayek blubbering, sulking as she’s pulled in close. Chabert’s sneakered feet secure a loose scissor around Salma’s warm body--Chabert’s left hand snakes ‘round behind Hayek’s head to clasp the Chabert right bicep--Lacey’s right hand atop Hayek’s head, clenches a fistful of hair as Chabert fixes jug to face with a moist, air-tight seal. Poor Hayek! Salma wriggling in the grasp, fretting, trapped--she’s trying to squirm her right hand up under Lacey’s left arm to relieve the pressure.

JLH can’t restrain herself--she’s too exited--she doffs her headset, kicks off her pumps, skips over to Lacey clapping and beaming--Hewitt spiffy in bay blue silk shirt, navy blue skirt, perky ponytail with bangs, Lacey grins at Jen--it’s a Samdog revival with Chabert pouring it to Salma, and Jen loving it.

As Hayek’s movements weaken, her buttocks and body visibly sagging in Lacey’s warm embrace--Jennifer brightens--pointing back and forth between Salma and her own chest, raising her eyebrows at lacey; “Can I have some?” Chabert smiles, nodding enthusiastically yes: she relaxes her grip as Jennifer reaches for Salma’s shoulders.

Hayek: face jug-polished and shiny, eyebrows high, eyelashes fluttering, lips parted groggy. Tendrils of damp black hair in the corner of her mouth, streaked across her eyes, She sways on the spot, unfocused, facing Jen as grinning Hewitt rips open her blouse, sprewing buttons to reveal a baby blue face push up just Salma’s size.

Hewitt clamps on with gusto--securing reverse-sleeper around Hayek’s head and driving her backwards in between Lacey’s legs as they dangle off the apron. Chabert laughing, straightening her back, hands light on Hayek’s shoulders, letting Hewitt get the work done.

Jen cinches making little adjustments and tightening, right cheek pressed tight to Salma’s head, eyes hard with concentration as Hayek’s knees giving way. At the point of collapse, Jennifer pulls Salma’s face away, holding the Latina out to one side in the crook of the left arm, standing triumphantly side by side with the beaten trophy-victim.

Lacey hops down, clapping: “My turn!” She chirps. Jen gently guides Salma forward, placing her sleepy face into the cleft of Chabert’s quivering jugs: Lacey secures the reverse-sleeper clamp and bodies Hayek’s back into the apron. Chabert’s lower back: shiny, tanned, strong as she pushes into Salma’s deadweight--swimsuit bottoms cutting into the full flesh of her hips. Jen nearby, inspecting--chatting idly with Lacey. Lacey’s hands flexing and griping as she cinches, leaning forward so as to bend Salma slightly over the ring apron. Awkward posture helps keep Hayek upright, even when her legs finally go limp.

Eventual release: Lacey lifting her hands into the air as Salma wilts off the apron, sinking to her knees, then pooling on her face at the feet of two marauding vixens. Lacey and Jen slap a high-ten together over their beaten rival--enjoying the moment of solidarity before the big bust-up to come.

Reposted by Archer 6/27/10.