Go back to Catherine Bell vs Jeri Ryan

Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on 7/25/2008

It was a heartbreaking decision, if there ever was one.  Unlike the previous affairs, it had come down to one or two rounds.  However, those one or two rounds ultimately made the difference.  One or two rounds separated a winner from a loser.

This time, Jeri Ryan cried openly, unable to hold back tears of disappointment.  She had given it her all, subjected her body to intense punishment, and ultimately it wasn’t enough.  This was in stark contrast to Cat Bell – though she was equally savaged, the brunette was giddy with excitement as the decision was announced.  The taste of victory seemed to reinvigorate her battered body, just as the taste of defeat equally drained the blonde of any fighting spirit she had left. 

It wasn’t long before Cat came to claim her spoils.  Taking a firm grip on a string of Jeri’s bikini top, Cat tugged her along, leading her to mid-ring.  Cocking her free hand back in a fist, the brunette smashed a picture-perfect cross across the blonde’s jaw.  Jeri groaned as the punch knocked her senseless, toppling backwards to fall flat on her back.

“Damn, that felt good!” Jeri foggily heard Cat exclaim, “Where was that punch when I needed it twenty minutes ago?”

Gleefully dropping down to sit astride Jeri’s waist, Cat began to slap the blonde across the face with one cuffing blow after another.  Jeri groaned loudly with every slap she took, a seemingly unending stream that lasted for almost a full minute.  Cat’s blows purposely lacked the strength need to knock her out, aimed instead at keeping the blonde dazed and helpless.

“Don’t pass out on me!” Cat shouted, “Don’t you dare pass out on me!”

Bending over to recline herself atop the blonde, Cat first grabbed Jeri’s wrists to pin them to the mat, and then snaked their legs together to secure a grapevine pin.  Jeri struggled and squirmed underneath Cat, but lacked the strength to unseat her foe.  For her efforts, Cat rewarded her by cranking up the pressure of the grapevine, spreading their legs apart further and further.  Jeri groaned loudly in pain and ceased to struggle, once again cowed by the realization that she was totally at Cat’s mercy.  Cat, for her part, merely giggled at the sight of Jeri’s broken spirit. 

Cat began to grind her chest against Jeri’s.  The blonde moaned as her battered breasts were crushed beneath the weight of the brunette’s pair.  Cat slid her chest up and down Jeri’s, her tits acting like rolling pins to mash the blonde’s flat.  The brunette occasionally pushed her body up off of Jeri’s only to drop back down, slamming her breasts head-on into the blonde’s.  This punishment was seemingly endless, and it wasn’t long before Jeri was reduced to tears as her proud rack was subjugated mercilessly.

“Don’t worry, I’m letting you off easy this time,” Cat taunted, “Next time though… I’m saving all the good stuff for next time!”

“Fuck you,” Jeri moaned, able to focus her resistance coherently for a few precious seconds, “You’re never going to beat me again.”

“Oh please,” Cat laughed, “I won best out of three, and now I’ve won best out of five.  I’m gonna win best out of seven too.  You can’t stop me from taking what I want… everyone knows that you’re my bitch!”

Jeri didn’t reply.  As Cat forced eye contact with her she broke down crying, tears welling up in her eyes.

“That’s right,” Cat continued, “You’re not my equal.  You’re nothing compared to me… I’ll always be better than you!”

Letting go with one of her hands, Cat used it to fondle one of Jeri’s breasts.  The blonde squealed in helpless outrage as the brunette groped her.

“Wear this red number next time we fight,” Cat whispered in Jeri’s ear, “I know it’s your favorite… Wear it next time so that I can strip it from you and mount it on my wall!”

Jeri snarled at Cat’s words and tried to buck her off, earnestly resisting for the first time since the fight had ended.  Cat merely laughed and again secured Jeri’s wrists to the mats.  She then slid forward and dropped her breasts down onto the blonde’s face.  Jeri continued to fight to the end even as the breast smother, mercifully quick this time, used her up and put her to sleep.

Next time, however, was another story.  They both knew that Jeri would not be so fortunate if Cat won.  It was do or die time.