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24 September 2010 Title Ch Lacey Chabert vs Jessica Simpson

Page history last edited by Dradis 13 years, 3 months ago

Posted by simguy on 9/24/2010, 10:47 am

 

BEFORE: "She's got a THIRTY POUND weight cut to make for this fight," Lacey gushes, rubbing her hands with glee. "She'll be weak as a kitten! Her body now... it's like she's got 30 one-pound bricks of butter glued to her butt and tummy - and you know what that means. It means she's quit inside - doesn't have it anymore. She's tired of competing for magazine space and eyeballs, and when you lose that hunger, you lose in the ring. Gonna be fun cleaning her up - can't wait!" Jess pouting at the meanness, but looking zoftig at the mic: some of those butter-bricks got slapped right onto the jugs, evidently. "I'll make weight," Jess scowls at podium. "I've BEEN making weight my whole career and I'll come in right for this one. Everyone knows the whole reason for Lacey being in the FCBA at all was so I'd have busty cannon-fodder to beat up. It's high time I reminded her who the star of the freakin' show is - not her!" Jess makes weight relatively tight - pink Dukes bikini; long blonde hair loose; white gloves. Lacey in white push up and panties; white gloves; long dark hair loose.

During R1: Jessica bouncing forward, hurling punches from her pockets: Lacey calm in the pocket, crouching down against the oncoming storm/straightening up into tight hooks against Simpsy's breasts. Simpson buffeted off balance, but whirling about - jugs a-sloshing - steaming back in: her free-swinging pressure eventually clobbers Lacey out of her stance, moving her backward. Ropes: Jessica piling in, making Lace take weight... then blonde girl's plowing breadbasket - laying atop Lacey while pumping in left/rights. Chabert groaning as she reaches arms in under Jessica's, turrrrning blonde into ropes - wrestling and pushing atop her for punching room: Lacey issuing smudging payback to rival jugs. Simpson turns Lacey - reversing her to ropes: Chabert's breasts jammed and worked at close range - Simpsy breathing hot in Lacey's face while plowing forearms in on rack. Straining, squirming stuff - girls working tummy/tits while in constant contact... Jessica proving dominant in top position at ropes most of the time. Bell: Jess laying atop Lacey, pressing her into cables - blonde girl refusing to move until ref pulls her off - Chabert protesting all heaving jugs/flashing eyes.

R2: Chabert out quickly to midring - jabbing Jessica's face; ducking down to slip; straightening up into right hand scoop to tummy/left hook tight to jug. Jess grunting, on her heels: blonde locks in her eyes as she regroups, trying to set feet to slug. Chabert rushes in, reaching under Jessica's arms, turning her counterclockwise, pushing her off: Lacey moving Jessi's feet, controlling her body weight, walking her down and punching her hard right/lefts in clubbing succession. Simpsy baffled by the rhythm: she's a sitting duck when she sets to punch, only to be crowded and turned; when she's looking to lock up, Lacey's bouncing tart punches off head/shoulder. Down the stretch - Lacey drives Jess to ropes - chucks in the left shoulder hard on jug; jams in a plugging right to tummy. Jessica grunting/whining - getting worked over in a Lacey Chabert second.

R3: Lacey out - looking peppy and fresh - she bounces around Hayden-like, only with much more jugs a-jumpin. Jessica scowling, turning, showing peek-a-boo: Lacey circling, stepping in, getting off robusto: wide right roundhouses beefy to left flank; cramming left jabs in on jug - followed by tidy hooks to jug as Lacey's pivoting clockwise. Jessica confused, hurting: Lacey's touching her up - blonde girl mouthbreathing, falling off the pace. Simpsy blunders forward into a duck-and-scoop right hand deep to tummy: she bunches up "UHHH!" paralyzed on the spot. Lacey's left arm wraps Jessi's noggin in side-headlock - brunette marching blonde to ropes, twisting to jam Jessi in left-side down. Chabert releases the head to square up on Jessi's right flank: champ laying her forearms on Jessi's back to keep her doubled over/taking weight. Lacey gets to work - laying atop Jessica - chugging punches in underneath - working the jugs/tummy - jamming in flat-knuckle left hands to hip/flank. Jessica howling, trapped... eventually she's able to straighten up and lay against ropes, but now her poor jugs are helpless, exposed. Lacey all in - big smile on triumphant face: she KNOWS she's got this. Stream of hup-hup lefts and rights pours into Jessica's rack, humbling the proudest jugs in all Christendom with romping gusto. Lacey just jacking away - shoulders rolling/fists pumping... Jessica's breasts mushrooming and jumping about under impact... Jessica's head tilting back, baring her throat as she sobs aloud and REF JUMPS IN! Little Jessica cradled to safety as bullying Lacey hops away the TKO3 victrix!

 

After: Chabert glowing: she's slowly but surely leaving her scent on Jessica... turning the tables on the girl everyone had assumed would one day dominate the short-and-buxom set. "I've been fighting Jessica for years now, and it's slowly dawning on her that I really, truly am better," Chabert gushes in postfight. "Every time we fight, she comes in favoured, and goes away bawling. She's out of control, losing fights, losing fans, while I just get better and better. I see she's come around in her corner now, so gotta take care of something... keep those camera's rolling!"

Jessica sees grinnin' Lacey approaching - groggy blonde whining, turns to her right, stands off her stool, wraps stubby arms around the top rope, grabbing her own shoulders in either hand; loops left leg over middle strand. Lacey arrives, hands on hips in inspection - then she slides her brawny left arm inside Jessica's arms - forming a chain-link with her arms and reefing away, trying to break Jessi's grip. Simpsy putting her head down, lips tight with effort: Lacey soon panting with effort, releases her own hold, waving impatiently for Love Hewitt to get in the ring.

Jen arrives in purple bikini - reaching her arms in around Jessi's hips from behind to form gut wrench. Hewitt heaves with all her might, lifting Jessi's hips back and up: Lacey goes to work on Simpsy's left leg as Jessica curls it tight around the rope. Brunette finally lever Jessi's leg free - but there's still the problem of the top-rope embrace. Jen pulls on Jessica's long damp locks - wrenching Simpsy's face back towards the ceiling: little blonde whines in pain but won't let go. Puzzled brunette step back, hands on hips.

"Let go of the ropes or we'll beat your back," Lacey says calmly. "Come on, Jess - let go the ropes."

Jess shakes her head no - tightens her grip. "Ok," Lacey shrugs, gesturing with right hand for Jen to get to work. Hewitt grins, moves in close, fists clenched: beefy PIK! PAK! PEK! of bare knucks on tender lower back and proud buttocks starts to sound out methodical. Taut rights and lefts - Jen keeping the work nice and tight - cleaning up the back and buns like she's working over a perp in a holding cell. Numbing bombardment goes on and on - poor Jessica grimacing, crying out, but eventually unable to stand before it. Back-battered Jessi drops to a seat - face blanched, hands pressed flat against her lower back, tears streaming down cheeks. "OK," Lacey says, workmanlike - reaching into Jessica's sodden blonde locks to jerk her up.

Simpsy tugged to her feet, twisted 'round: job of work for Lacey to fold her into reverse sleeper - Chabert's left arm snug behind head; left hand cupping Chabert's right bicep; back of right hand resting against Jessi's scalp.

Jug for Jessi: she's sobbing into Lacey's tits, not that anyone can hear. Simpsy launching short, tuff right forearms into Chabert's gut: Jenny Love soon intervenes, moving in behind Simpson and securing her wrists/holding them down and back against pink-clad buttocks. Chabert writhing her brawny little arms, cinching up tight - eyes staring out into the crowd as she feels Jess weaken. When blonde girl's knees give way - Lacey lets her fall to all fours - walking away and motioning for water bottle. Jennifer Love Hewitt reaches into Jessica's hair, puling exhausted battler's face up: eyebrows arched high; eyes closed; lips parted - she's all shiny/pasty with jug-sweat/tears.

Jennifer hauls Jess up, tucks blonde face into jug. Chabert walking around, swigging from water bottle.

Jen walks Jess into corner, releases her face, pushes her upright: Jess reclines against turnbuckle, her arms draped over top rope - head lolling forward, then jerking upright in little KO'd nods. Jen leans in, licks her tongue up the right side of Jessi's face - looks back over right shoulder to tell Lacey: "Nope: not done yet!"

Lacey grins - tossing the water bottle aside, wiping her feet on canvas at midring. Jen stands aside: there's Jessica all helpless, stacked in the corner, drooping and out of it. Suddenly, Lacey breaks into a running charge - jugs a-jumpin' as she steams into Jessica: Simpsy's eyelashes fluttering - she's got no clue.

Impact: Lacey crossing her arms, catapulting into Jessica's jugs with left shoulder - plowing impact shakes the ring ropes, crushes Jessica flat - Lacey bouncing off deadmeat and stumbling back on her heels all grins and dimples. Jessica completely demolished - just a breathy sigh as she peels off the turnbuckles, crashing face-first to canvas, her arms hugging her body beneath her.

Jen and Lacey exchange right hand high fives - circling around to clap each other's butt-cheeks... but they're still not done. Jen pivots on right foot - dropping her right elbow down into Jessica's tender lower back - rolling off conquered blonde with a bully's grin. Hewitt on her haunches reaches in under Jess, bulling her to her back: blonde girl out - hair strewn across her eyes/nose.

Lacey goes to her haunches - moving in north/south against Jessica's head. Chabert lowers jugs flush to pouting lips/jug-shocked face - reaching her arms in underneath to hug up blonde head tight. Lacey rests left cheek atop Jessica's flapjacked boobies - sleepy, contented smile on Chabert's face as she snuggles in.

Jessica's arms limp, but lifting on instinct - hands fisting weakly in Lacey's damp hair, or clutching at her brawny shoulders. Then Jess goes out - backs of her hands resting on canvas as Lacey has her way. Only when Jen moves in at Jessica's left hip - Hewitt seated on her haunches, hands clasped to deliver axe-handle blows to Jessica's defenceless, upturned tummy do officials finally throw off the blinders and get in there. Cue Swan Lake tape - just a tetch late to save the tenderhearted in TV land.

BLONDE! Magazine calling for action in days to come - accusing Lace and Jen of being the new Wolfpack with their heinous gang-jug tactics.

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