"Jugs of Mass Destruction" TITLE BOUT

Part 1:

Posted by Simguy on 10/6/2006, 6:46 am.

Before: No sooner are opposing vixens led to the dais than a cat-scrapping donnybrook ensues--li’l jug muggers immediately diving into one another’s hair, crashing onto and over the dais and rolling along the floor in tawdry fashion. Order finally restored--Lacey smoothing pink tank top at the podium, hair disheveled: “That should tell…” Jessica can’t contain herself--rocketing up out of her seat and tackling Chabert from the side for round 2. More rolling, struggling, writhing on the floor as jiggling cuties strain to be the girl on trop, And so it goes--weigh-in another travesty, devolving into a shrieking mess--photoshoots  a squabbling nightmare--bulging beauties just can’t keep their hands (and teeth and elbows and legs) off each other. Lacey in ruffled pink bikini top, navy bottoms (with pretty pink script written diagonally “Li’l Bad Ass” across the backside), white aerobics shoes/socks, white gloves. Jessica in pink Dukes bikini, white aerobics shoes/socks, white gloves. Ref with precautionary grip on both girls’ arms during ring instructions--anticipating pre-fight shenanigans as girls tremble impatiently. Turning away, both push the right mitt into opposing jugs (The JMD equivalent of “touching’em up”.)

During R1: Wind’em up, point’em across the ring, and let’em rip--seething little jigglers charge across canvas to commence bumper-car brawling at it’s frothy best. A moment’s worth of wild swinging and staggering off balance gives way to heartfelt slugging from sturdy, well-planted stances: eyes glaring, teeth bared as wailing lefts and rights plow back and forth into offending jugs and faces. One sequence sees both girls land simultaneous, concussive lefts and rights square to face--spanking each vixen senseless/blinking as her limbs continue swinging, shoving, flailing and jamming. Crowd roaring louder the moment Lacey’s back touches ropes: Jessica willing herself forward despite taking a terrific buffeting, getting the better of the slugging. Jess with a tidy left/right--just twisting her torso side to side, shoving her mitts through to Lacey’s mouth: Chabert stops punching, frowning in shock. JUGG! Jessica PLOWS home--straight-jamming rights and lefts--her elbows up high as she drives directly into Lacey’s  rack, palms down. Chabert bleating out in pain as she sags into ropes, distraught--TOO MUCH SIMPSY! Blonde just jiggling bundle of punches--pouring into offending cleavage: Lacey turns to her right and hunches over, GIVING UP HER BACK! Poor Chabert, sobbing as she presents her left side, covering up her head and cowering: she’s terribly beaten as Jessica shifts to her left, rides her left forearm on Lacey’s upper back, leans her bodyweight on and starts POUNDING  away righty! Big, fat, plugging punches bash against tanned hip, rib and back--even squirting in behind that left tricep to jam jug on occasion. Bell: Jessica huffing and puffing, but still giving Lacey business--ref has to pull a  wriggling, kicking Simpsy off her prey as teary-eyed Lacey bawls in protest.

R2: Crazed head-on collision--girls rebounding off each other, hopping momentarily on one foot for balance then plowing back in. Lacey keeping her dukes rigidly up in front of her face, riding her guard into Jessica, smudging her sideways, then buffeting her--Simpsy clouted behind her head, on her ears, across her breasts as she’s tumbling around under strong shove-and-slug. Jessica in retreat, goes to the high-guard bump herself--girls pushing each other sideways, staggering around--eventually tripping each other up and spilling to canvas. On all fours, Jessica rides her left arm across Lacey’s back, trying to ride her down--Lacey roses to her knees--Jess rises to her knees, still with the left-arm wrap around Chabert’s shoulders: SIMPSY’S SLUGGING RIGHTY! Jess helping herself to jumping brunette jug--Lacey screaming for the ref--official finally hauls scrappers to their feet for warnings and a restart/ Rights and lefts, rights and lefts--girls just wading into each other chins up, backs straight and LACEY GETS~TAGGED! Chabert walloped a fat right hand on her chin--Lacey’s jerked a quarter turn to her right, then chased to ropes as she covers up, staggers away from the onslaught. Simpson romping, bashing away lusty with her elbows up, driving straight lefts and rights into Lacey’s guard, head and shoulders--Chabert just moping and soaking on the ropes at the bell. Simpsy terribly excited--hopping back tio corner, looking up at her trainer all shiny-faced and bleating “I’m beating her!”

R3: FURIOUS pitch-battloe midring--girls just swinging away mindless: Lacey finally gets the better of random slugging, scoring repeatedly to Jessica’s face and chest to back blonde to ropes. HUGE cheer the moment SIMPSY’S back hits cables: knowledgeable crowd knows how important it is to be on top in JMD action, Lacey immediately forming up her high, rigid guard in front of her face. Pushing into Jessica and smearing her sideways--Chabert able to swing at gut, back, buttock, skull and jug with hamhanded clobbering as Simpsy struggles to right herself. Jessica very brave--always facing back into punishment and gutting it out--by the final minute, she’s starting to brawl her way back into the round. HAMMER AND TONGS! Feet spread wide--exhausted battlers pushing away those straight elbows-up/palms-down type jamming punches ino each other--faces buffeted back groggy, jugs stamped flat in thrilling toe-to-toe at the bell. AND BEYOND! Both girls keep plugging, forcing ref to physically enforce the break.

R4: Pace slowing, thickening: mouths are open, eyelashes starting to flutter as girls trudge forward--milling mindlessly at the hated other. Lacey giving Jessica a terrible face-pasting midring--just beating the blonde to winging rights and lefts, driving her steadily to ropes: huge cheer when Chabert is able to press Jessica’s tanned back to the cables, Chabert utilizing that high0guard smearing technique to good effect--Jessica being smudged and jostled, constantly bludgeoned as she covers up her face and tries to square herself up. Lacey alternating between those plugging, overhand, jamming punches, and wide, sidearm swings underneath at cuddly blonde paunch, hips and flanks. Simpsy with woozy frown on her face as she’s well-spanked hip to head--Lacey’s starting to work Jessica over in spots--landing some very heavy single shots head, body and breasts. Bell: Lacey chest heaving, nostrils flaring stands there hands on hips, daring Jessica t make eye contact. Simpson sniveling, feeling punished and beat up in the fourth.

Chabert/Simpson conc.

Posted by Simguy on 10//2006, 6:48 am.

R5: Very sloppy, exhausted winging midring--girl frequently wrapping punches around each other tugging each other off balance and toppling to canvas in a wriggling mass of curvy vixen near the ropes. Jess to her knees, pushes Lacey to an outraged seat (Chabert’s back to ropes, legs widespread), then jams away to the face and chest with those scrubbing right/lefts--Lacey eyes shut tight, taking a face-pasting--slapping and batting back at Jess from a seated position with zero leverage. Ref fionally hauls Jessica up and away by her underarms--Simpson kicking and writhing to get free, rest of the round just that cheap and murky--girls constantly falling into sloppy embraces, collapsing to canvas and wriggling to get on top/slug mindless to the body beneath. Hard to score, but Jessica seems to be the aggressor--hounding Lacey to ropes when standing, taking the fight to Chabert when they do go down, warnings all around, even for the corners as ref suspects trainers of encouraging illegal “pursuit” to canvas.

R6: Throbbing sluggers plod-to--form “cauldron” (left arms riding around the other girl’s head, pulling her in close while right hand plunders underneath). THICK body blows as girls tug eacj other around, lugging righty to trembling tummy or jamming up into punished jugs. Sometimes, opposing right hands land simultaneously to squirming torso, sometime in alternating rhythm, but no doubt about it--Lacey’s LOVING it on Jess. Simpson sobbing aloud in the cauldron, hurt to her tummy--Lacey gritting her teeth, tugging Jess around with that riding left arm and plugging away with renewed vigor. By the minute mark, poor Jessica’s no longer punching back--just getting twisted and tugged around, belted over and over to her breadbasket and jugs. Finishes up Jess’s buttocks sadly in the ropes--she’s all hunched over an Lacey’s DIGGING the goods. Beefy, pumping single shots--Lacey still cheek-to-cheek, landing with spankm, drawing the right arm back, then plowing it home--Simpson’s body giving out with moist, meaty thump. Bell--Lacey wants extra Jessica--ref has to pull brunette off her foe and escort Chabert to her corner, Jessica crying, left hand steadying herself in the rope, body all cramped up as she minces to her corner HURT!

R7: Cauldron. Brutal attrition. Steady, stuffing two way as both girls go wobbly-butt from exhaustion this round. Battlers take turns tugging each other around, jamming each other to ropes--head in close, left arms riding up behind the necks, right arms drawing back and thudding home. Hard wrestling work as each girl seeks to progress from the “cauldron” in the embrace. Final minute absolutely excruciating to watch--girls sobbing for breath, mindlessly willing themselves to load up and lug those right hands Both weepy/sniveling when ref breaks them up.

R8: Slopping, sloshing first minute as Jessica drags Lacey t canvas, attempting to roll atop brunette and slug her body: ref pulling bodies apart, standings’ up, issuing the same reprimands he’s been barking all night. Standing and swinging, they take turns buffeting each other stupid00fat rights and lefts shoved onto willing faces, heaving breast and JESSICAS LEGS GIVE WAY! Simpsy staggering to ropes, eye brimming--Lacey plodding after her, presses in with a beefy shoulder before squaring away to pitch. Lacey’s lips curled back as she goes workmanlike ti Jessica’s breasts--plowing away crude, ponderous rights and lefts as Simpson slumps into the ropes, head tilted back, blubbering. Jessi reaching blind for Lacey, but Chabert wont have it--brunette managing to sustain pace, giving those world-class hooters a sensational bumping, beating Jess to a seat on the ropes. Lacey feeling it, redoubles her efforts--she’s giving Jessica a terrific scrubbing now--kneading those jugs, buffeting that face, pushing in to reset when brunette slugs herself off balance. It’s all too much--Jessica bleak, helpless, sopping up blows to defenceless jug and puffy face--she finally turns to her right, drops to all fours whereupon she’s punched twice in the buttocks by pumping right hands from snarling Lacey. Chabert pushed back by ref an scolded--Jessica blubbering, reaching her right arm into the ropes, tries to pull herself off canvas, She’s up at 10, reeling sadly on trembling brown legs but THE  REF WAVES IT OFF! TKO8 in electrifying fashion for the winner and NEW JMD champ--LACEY CHABERT!

After: Chabert plucked from obscurity--rising to the top of the mounds with one mindless brawl after another--she batters her much ballyhooed rival to take the tawdriest title in all sports entertainment. AND LACEY’S NOT DONE! Poor Jessica reeling, crying groggy tears when Chabert stomps over--Lacey shaking her arms to get those pesky gloves off, then reaching for Jessica’s head with both hands. Simpsy grimacing--her gloved hands slipping uselessly off Lacey’s hips as she tries to push brunette off--there’s no denying Chabert now. Rounded left arm snakes strong behind Jessica’s head cupping Chabert’s right bicep; Lacey’s right hand forms fist in damp tangles of Jessica’s blonde locks, securing Simpsy’s face against the doughy brown goodness of Lacey’s heaving bosom. “J-M-D! J-M-D!” Lacey’s tongue pink between her teeth as she pushes in on Jess, forcing Simpsy to a seat in the ropes--Simpson’s gloved hands pathetic as they slide off hip, or paw sadly at slick lower back/buttocks t no effect. Chabert’s right leg well back, pushing in off that right big toe, really cinching and shaking Jess to get maximum seal as Simpsy’s struggles go sluggish. “J-M-D! J-M-D!” Lacey POURS the jug t Jess, holding her firm, digging her chin into Jessica’s scalp and SQUEEEEZING extra as Simpsy’s arms finally dangle lifelessly towards canvas. Eventually, Lacey senses no resistance--she releases with a flourish, lolling her back against the ropes with a big smile as Jessica droops face-first to curl on the canvas all smothered out and soft at brunette’s feet. Lacey presented with the diamond tiara and diamond studs-on-black velvet push up (fits over her bikini top--cheers arise as Lacey shrugs her way into the thing) of the inaugural JMD Queen--Lacey standing there blubbering tears of joy, almost absently lifting her foot and placing it on Jessica’s tanned, slumbering back to pose for pictures. “My jugs stopped HER jugs!” Lacey blurts on camera--teary-eyed, left hand fumbling with the tiaras: well said Lacey, well said.

Reposted by Archer 6/23/10.