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5 July 2011 Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Allison Mack

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Posted by simguy on 7/5/2011, 9:35 pm

Jenny in red bra and panty set from that beach ball shoot.

Allison in sporty lavendar bra; navy boy-leg trunks.

"She hits like Neve," Mack thought as Hewitt rolled her right arm through on a European uppercut, clapping Allison under her chin, spinning the blonde to her right and leaving her dazed at the ropes, her right arm looped over the top cable.

"...that was thick..." Allison mused, her thoughts mushy, confused. The room was spinning: all she could sense was the bright overhead lights - the raised seats looking down on the scene were enclosed in shadow.

Hewitt moved in stout, her left hand pushing Allison's right shoulder to put the blonde chest-first on ropes.

Right/left crisscrossed tight to Alli's high, horsey buttocks - the bare knuckles clipping the beef PIK! PAK! Then, just for kicks, Jen turned her left shoulder into a tight hook PIK! across Allison's kidneys. Mack moaned, her legs softening at the knees as she sagged into the ropes. Jen was all tight-lipped and focussed - right fist at her cheek, left in tight across her gut as she turned torso-right on follow through.

Allison was hurt...had been for a few minutes now. Dimly she recalled the opening moments of the match...the strength of Jen's lock up; the toned look of her bronzed thighs. Some chub at the gut, but even that was firm: Hewitt had been working out like a demon, even when the grapevine said she'd been slacking.

How the hell had she gotten so beefy?

"Have to check that grapevine," Mack thought groggily, as Jen moved in strong, laying the broad, meaty plank of her left quad across the stiff lower back of the blonde.

Mack: "UH-H!"

Jennifer pressed in close - her head just to the right of Allison's, her body pressing Alli's into the ropes on follow-through from the back-shot. Blonde grimacing, squinting her eyes tight in an effort to shake the cobwebs...but then Jen's hands were on her again, shoving her, bossing her face-first into the corner.

Allison felt her left leg being raised, then propped across the middle rope. She groaned, feeling Jen secure the left ankle and yank up tight on it.

"This is gonna hurt," Mack thought. Jen braced the blonde with the right forearm in the back, then punched down on the distressed left quad with a meaty PAK! of the right fist.

PAK! PAK! PAK! Jen's right fist: Allison's golden brown left quad; Jen's left hand pulling up on that captured left ankle.

Jen: "Gonna bruise you up, Allison!" More fistwork then - PAK! PAK! PAK! Jenny just dropping 'em in hammer style, landing flat-knuckle on meat.

Allison gritted her teeth against the pain, her left buttock all bunched up due to Hewitt's contortion of Mack's left leg.

Jen's jugs and buttocks shimmied as she dropped the hammers in. She was happy in her work - lips pressed in a tight line as she pounded at Allison.

Mack: "No!" Twisting, Allison's left hand cupped at her battered left thigh, her face pinched in pain. Jen, scowling, pushed the arm out of the way, began hacking right hands down onto helpless quad again. Allison cried out, then covered the area with her hand: it was all she could do.

"Damn it, Allison!" Jen said, irritated. Her right hand grabbed at Alli's left wrist, tugging the arm up behind Mack's back in half nelson.

Mack: "UH-H!"

Jen: "Worse or better, Alli? WORSE OR BETTER?" She wouldn't relinquish the holds - her left hand pulling up on Mack's left ankle; her right hand pushing Mack's left hand up between her shoulderblades. Hewitt panted with the effort - breath hot on Mack's left shoulder. When she finally released the arm, Allison curled the tortured limb against her belly - her right arm still draped over the top rope. Hewitt still had Alli's left leg and there was nothing the blonde could do about it.

PAK! PAK! PAK! went jenny's flat-knuckle chops, hacking at the thick mound of Allison's quad.

PAK! PAK! PAK! went Jenny's flat-knuckle chops, stamping in the mother of all charley-horses to Alli's poor left thigh.

Finally Jennifer released the captive leg, throwing her hands high while lingering in close behind Mack, shouting "COME ON!" into damp blonde locks.

Allison cringed, drew her throbbing, lifeless leg out through the ropes and gingerly put weight on it. Pain lanced through her body and she cried out high and sweet. Jen stood in behind chortling, her hands on her hips. Nobody loved to see a girl crippled more than Jennifer Love Hewitt. She moved in close then, pressing her breasts hard against Mack's back while thrusting a knee up into the glutes. The shock of the blow buckled Alli's knees, and she would have fallen if not for her rounded arms looped over the top cable.

Jen: "Too many punches Alli! Am I right? That leg is RUINED!"

Allison wept in pain, her cheeks glistening in the cruel overhead lamplight.

Allison turned to her left - her right arm still riding the rope for support. She limped one step forward, her left hand cupping at her left thigh.

Jen cackled mean - kicked her right foot up and out, taking Alli in her left thigh with a clapping impact.

BLONDE GIRL DOWN!

Allison rolled to her back, stricken. Her left knee raised up so her hands could cup at her battered thigh, her full biceps pushing in beside both breasts on route.

Jennifer grinned down, smoothed long brown hair behind her ears. Then, feeling perky, Jen lifted her left leg and sat down hard, dropping the guillotine across Allison's fleshy pecs.

Jen: "BOOM GOES THE DYNAMITE!" She rolled off her victim, glorying in the sound of Allison's gurgling devastation. Allison's beefy arms flopped up beside her head, her pale, sweaty-tacky face lolling side to side in agony.

Jen: "Yeah." She sprawled across Allison north-south - the brunette's right cheek coming to rest on the blonde's trembling tummy; her own tummy crushing across Allison's face. Jenny purred like a cat on a favourite cushion, her lips curled in a cruel Grinch-smile...her hands lay flat against Mack's hips, framing the scene.

Allison convulsed, throwing her right arm up into the air. It was just enough to jostle Jen aside, spoiling the pin count.

Jen adjusted, tummying down on Allison again, only this time, instead of laying the hands flat against blonde hips, Jen slipped her thumbs inside the navy waistband and took firm fistfuls of trunk to secure the pin.

"ONE!" Jenny shouted, her voice sounding much as it did on her 21st birthday, so rejuvenating it was to be holding Mack down.

"TWO!" Jenny shouted, grinning in anticipation.

And Mack convulsed, jostling Jen's hips and tummy to the side. In the darkness, a polite round of applause from the high rollers clapped down in approval.

Hewitt pushed up off steaming Mack to sit on her haunches, hands on her thighs. Mack lay on her back in stupor, eyes shut tight against the lights, lips curled off her teeth...