Posted by Archer News Service on 4/22/2011

Hayden Panettiere is restrained by FCBA Security from recklessly charging to the rescue of her Foxfire stablemate Sarah Carter. This, of course, would have been a foolhardy venture as the rest of the Foxfire girls were being kept trapped in their seats by more FCBA Security. (Some Foxfire fans later claim Jeri's Knockouts must have slipped money to the FCBA Security to ensure JKO have it's way with Sarah Carter in case of a Lacey victory).

Hayden can only watch helplessly as the smothering of Sarah goes on and on. FINALLY, when it is over, Love Hewitt and Lacey drag Sarah's sleeping form over to the side of the ring where Hayden is being held. A nod from Lacey and FCBA Security suddenly release Hayden, but before Panettiere can move, the JKO girls heave Sarah Carter over the top rope like a blonde sack of potatoes. Hayden instinctively catches Sarah but the impact sends her sprawling with Sarah on top of her.

Hearty laughs from Lacey and Love, who depart the ring.

FCBA Security now release the other Foxfire girls and they all come to the rescue of the dazed Hayden and slowly coming to Sarah Carter, helping both backstage. Along the way Sarah regains her senses sufficiently to realize what has happened and she begins to wail incoherently in apparent misery and humiliation. Hayden seen frantically trying to comfort the older blonde, though without noticable success.

Beth Harnois lingers behind to angerily tell Skip Tracey of Archer News:

"They are going to PAY for that BIG TIME!"

A.N.S.

Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on 4/22/2011, 8:13 pm

Sarah Carter’s mind was starting wander.

The beautiful young blonde couldn’t help it. Perhaps she was still feeling the concussive effects of the knockout punch that had ended her night a short time earlier. On the other hand, it could just as easily have been the oxygen deprivation that came from having her face buried in Lacey Chabert’s hulking rack. Maybe it was both. Her struggles were growing more and more feeble by the second, but strangely enough, that was starting to matter to her less and less. Sarah would never admit it to another soul ever in her life, but in her heart, she already knew the truth – she was enjoying this.

In a situation like this, Sarah couldn’t help but think back to her first experience with Lacey’s jug smother. It had been first morning during that glorious week they’d spent together in Cabo, all those years ago – they’d had such a marvelous time in each other’s company, so far removed from the acrimony that now plagued their relationship. Memories were flooding back of all the things Lacey had made her do – things she’d done willingly – and of all the wondrous sensations that the brunette had made her feel.

Lying in bed beneath her companion as they savored the light and sounds of the late morning, Sarah remembered the feeling of Lacey’s breasts as the brunette playfully rubbed them in her face – Sarah had always been in awe of the brunette’s jugs and completely enthralled by them. And then, Lacey had tightened her grip with her arms, squeezing and pressing her rack down into Sarah’s face. It had been a tight clamp, robbing the blonde of her air – Sarah had struggled, but Lacey refused to let go, firmly establishing her dominant position. The feeling had been terrifying, and yet so incredibly exhilarating at the same time…

And, as the jugshock overwhelmed her, Sarah forgot where she was.

A rush of oxygen filled Sarah’s lungs as Lacey’s breasts were lifted off of her face. The blonde’s chest rose up and down rapidly with her breaths as she tried to recover. Eyes shut as she groaned softly, there was no question as to her grogginess – her hands were still pressed against Lacey’s flanks, but it was for show at this point, as there was no dislodging the brunette from her perch astride the blonde’s waist.

Sarah felt Lacey’s forehead and nose pressed against her own like a lover’s and the brunette’s hot breath exhaling against her own mouth. Lacey leaned in and took a quick peck, her lips snapping against Sarah’s – the blonde could feel the brunette’s hand brush away the sweaty strands of hair away from her face. She could feel Lacey teasing her as the brunette’s tongue licked her cheek, which was then followed by a second kiss, this time to the forehead. Sarah arched her back and tilted her head up, trying to catch whatever she could of Lacey’s face with her own lips. She was too incoherent to say a word, but her soft moan and body language made what she wanted amply clear.

Sarah felt Lacey rise off of her, soon followed by the feeling of herself being tugged up to her feet and pushed several feet in one direction. She was shoved down onto a seat – a chair perhaps – she felt rubber padding against her skin as she slouched back, the texture of which was unlike the seat she was sitting on… maybe it was a stool of some sort… Sarah felt Lacey drop down onto her lap, straddling her thighs… A firm tug of her ponytail at its base yanked Sarah’s head back, baring her neck – whatever Lacey wanted was hers for the taking.

And then, the blonde then felt the brunette’s tits rubbing playfully against her face, just as they had all those years before… The sensation drove Sarah wild.

“Oh god… Lacey… Lacey, I love you…”

Barely coherent, Sarah could here a devilish giggle that came from the brunette’s voice. “Whose bytch are you, Sarah?” she heard Lacey ask.

“I’m yours, Lacey… Oh god, I’m yours…”

Not another word came from the brunette’s mouth. Sarah felt Lacey’s arms and hands cinch up behind her head as she pressed her jugs forward and secured another breast smother. As her eyes fluttered shut for the last time, she relished the sensation of Lacey’s hot skin pressed against her face – she’d never admit it to anyone how much she enjoyed this…

* * * *

With her archnemesis once again vanquished, Lacey released her smother, allowing the now unconscious Sarah to slump backwards against the turnbuckle in the JKO corner. All around her, the crowd was going wild – above it, she could hear Hayden Panettiere screaming her head off, hurling the vilest invective to ever escape the young blonde’s mouth. Lacey ignored it though, her gaze locked on Sarah’s sleeping face. Lacey smiled and purred in satisfaction as she brushed a streak of hair away from the blonde’s eyes.

“Come on… Are you done yet?” Jennifer Love Hewitt asked from behind her, clearly annoyed, “I don’t know how I always get dragged into these stupid games of yours.”

Lacey ignored the older brunette as well. Tracing her fingers down Sarah’s cheek to her neck, Lacey pulled herself in and locked her lips on Sarah’s, taking her time to savor the longest and most passionate kiss she’d ever given any other human being in her life.

“Really? Don’t tell me you’re still trying to get her to believe that you’ve got a crush on her. Of all the stupid things-“

“We’re done here,” Lacey retorted, breaking the kiss at last. She turned her head and shot Jennifer a glower, which swiftly became the devilish smile that Jennifer was all too familiar with. “This time, she’ll remember who’s in charge.”

“Good,” the older brunette said, “Let’s get out of here then. Security won’t be able to hold them much longer after this stunt.”

As Jennifer turned to leave, Lacey gave Sarah one last look, affectionately brushing the blonde’s hair as she had done before.

“I love you too, Sarah…”

Posted by Archer News Service on 4/23/2011, 10:01 am

A.N.S. has received a number of reports saying that Lacey Chabert was sent an ominous bouquet of black roses with a monogramed LC bra wrapped around them and the note:

"IN MEMORY OF HAPPIER DAYS" signed simply

SARAH

No comment at press time from either Foxfire or Jeri's Knockouts or the two former friends.