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5 March 2012 Title Ch Elisha Cuthbert vs Lacey Chabert

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Jugs of Mass Destruction Title Bout

Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on 3/5/2012, 12:22 pm

 

BEFORE: “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: no girl my size has what it takes to stand up to me in a ‘real’ JMD match,” Lacey Chabert defiantly proclaims, “Too often people forget that this type of fight is all about proving whose jugs are the best. And believe me, I’m the best there is, rack to rack.” Elisha Cuthbert is nonplussed by her challenger’s insolence, but otherwise not impressed: “Give me a break with this ‘traditionalist’ crap – Lacey’s just looking for any advantage she can get. I mean, she hasn’t even fought a JMD match in over three years, and now she thinks she can go around telling the rest of us what to do? Well, I’ll play her game if that’s what she wants… I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I beat her at it. First Jennifer, now Lacey – I’m going to own their whole stable by the time I’m through!”

Special announcement shortly after contract signing – it’s revealed by both parties that Vanessa Hudgens and Jennifer Love Hewitt will be working Cuthbert and Chabert’s corners respectively.

The volatility of the situation quickly becomes apparent at the weigh-in when the two-tiered scale is brought out to measure jug-weight. White silk bra and panties for Elisha, black for Lacey; Lacey’s hovering over the scale as Cuthbert’s chest is put on the scale first, incessant with her verbal barbs, all in all behaving as if she can defeat the blonde by taunt alone. Then Chabert’s turn – Elisha’s petulant, demanding a reweigh before the scale even has a chance to settle, and in general putting as much bytchiness into her performance as possible. It’s the last straw when Elisha first wants a recalibration, then outright insists on a brand-new machine being brought in – Lacey’s off the scale and in Cuthbert’s face, shouting at her while jabbing a finger into blonde’s breast. Elisha responds by slapping her hard across the cheek, and in the blink of an eye Chabert and Cuthbert are rolling around on the floor yanking on each other’s hair and shrieking at the top of their lungs. Too much effort is expended pulling Elisha and Lacey apart from each other, and the jug weighing remains inconclusive.

Chabert in yellow bikini, black gloves; she’s wearing a black robe for her entrance with the words “Conqueror of ‘Nessa” printed in big white letters beneath her name; Hewitt accompanies her to the ring in a white tank top and blue jeans with the straps of a red satin bra clearly visible under the spaghetti strings. Cuthbert in a midnight blue bikini, black gloves; she makes her entrance sans robe but decked out in full championship regalia, adorned with the JMD tiara and diamond bra and wearing the Maxim bantam belt; Hudgens is right behind her in a tight black short-sleeved scoop-neck top and slacks, carrying Elisha’s other two title belts circled around her shoulders.

Tension between the two parties resurfaces when they meet for referee’s instructions: Hudgens, to no one’s surprise, takes issue with Chabert’s robe and the two are soon screaming their heads off at each other. Cuthbert for her part refuses to remove her champion’s ensemble, taunting Hewitt with it as they too quickly get into a verbal altercation of their own. Much time is wasted as officials struggle to separate the hostile parties and restore order.

During R1: Fierce trading in midring as Elisha and Lacey meet – squeals of pain and tortured cries are quick to fill the air as blonde and brunette pound each other’s racks in a battle of attrition. Elisha’s hooks are slower, wider than Lacey’s crisscrossed lefts and rights, but her heavier punches are dominating the exchange as a particularly hard blow soon knocks Chabert out of orbit. Anguished look on Lacey’s face as she’s backpedaling around the ring’s perimeter, suddenly finding herself on the defensive – she’s trying to give as good as she gets, still throwing quick and compact punches to Cuthbert’s chest, but she’s getting absolutely hammered in these opening exchanges. Lacey makes the first move to clinch, tying up Elisha breathlessly… Cuthbert tries to wrestle her arms free, still eager to get at Chabert; after a few seconds of struggling she manages to free her left from brunette’s right, but Lacey RIPS an uppercut up into her left breast! Agonized groan from Elisha as her face twists in pain, obviously harmed – Lacey’s still pounding away! Chabert’s got her other arm free now, lifting one uppercut after another into the overhanging ledge of Cuthbert’s rack, look of concentration on her face as she focuses on subduing it. Lishy’s cringing, tottering on her feet – now SHE’S the one trying to tie up and clinch, but she’s only able to get her gloves on Lacey’s shoulders as brunette continues to shrug away with more punishment. Cuthbert finally sinks to all fours, crying and cradling her chest with one arm; Chabert goes business-like to the neutral corner, wiping the tears from her own eyes with her glove’s thumb as she reclines with arms resting on the top ropes. Elisha’s up at 8 and immediately forced back to the ropes by a rampaging Lacey; blonde is crippled, covering up and trying to last to the bell. Lacey’s a bit too overeager, sacrificing technique for volume – some of her punches make solid contact with blonde jug but most are hitting Cuthbert’s arms – Elisha’s able to ride it out. At the bell: Lacey bodies up against Elisha, hugging her tightly, making sure they’re pressed together chest to chest – any JMD enthusiast will recognize the taunt that’s being employed here.

Between Rounds:

In the JKO corner – JLH is bent forward in front of Lacey with her hand on the younger brunette’s chest to assess the state of her jugs; “Don’t get sloppy. You’re going to punch yourself out and let her off the hook. Stay focused and stay on her. Grind her down, just like we discussed.” Lacey’s silent, nodding in agreement.

In the Lookout! corner – ‘Nessa is likewise gauging Elisha’s breasts. Brunette reaches up and holds blonde’s face in her hands, trying to restore morale after the shaky start; “Listen to me. Lishy! Listen to me! She took the first, but you’re not done yet. She’s going to give you everything she’s got next round – you’re tougher than she is, and you’re going to win this thing!” Elisha’s sniveling on her stool, but clearly trying to regain her composure and shore up her resolve before the bell rings again.

R2: More relentless Chabert – Lacey smells the blood in the water. Elisha’s shying away, clearly still not at 100 percent, occasionally jabbing in bursts at brunette jug with don’t-hurt-me overtones behind it. Lacey’s a bit more constrained but still applying constant pressure, continually determined to get in close and slug. Action inevitably progresses to the ropes as Lacey repeatedly drives Elisha backwards – Cuthbert stubbornly elects to fight her way free she feels her back hit the strands, but the exchanges are no longer in her favor. Workmanlike expression on Chabert’s face – she’s alternating between throwing crisscrossed fare and hooks to the outsides of Elisha’s tits. Odd pattern begins to emerge though – whichever type of punching she chooses, Lacey seems to be focusing on Elisha’s left breast at roughly a 2 to 1 ratio. Cuthbert’s heavier hands are no longer dictating events – her rack’s simply soaking up too much damage, and duration she’s able to hold out before needing to clinch is growing shorter with each encounter. By round’s end, Elisha’s just sitting butt in ropes, covering up her chest – Lacey’s still punching, just as happy to bash the blonde’s arms when she can’t connect to breast. Bell: Lacey chests up on Elisha again, pressing her against the ropes and thrusting her jugs into blonde’s; she’s nuzzling her face against the crook of Cuthbert’s neck like a lover, whispering taunts in her ear that are inaudible to anyone else… Elisha whines and tries to push Chabert off, but can’t extricate herself until the referee comes to break it up.

Between Rounds:

In the Lookout! corner – loud moan of pain as ‘Nessa feels Elisha’s breasts; Cuthbert’s head is lolling a bit and she’s parched after two bruising heats. ‘Nessa gives the other Lookout! trainer a grim look as she extends her hands for an ice pack; “I’ll do it. Let me be the one...”

In the JKO corner – only a perfunctory test of jug from JLH this break; Lacey can’t prevent a soft groan from escaping her lips, but it’s barely audible. JLH steps aside to give Lacey an unobstructed view of the opposing corner while massaging the younger brunette’s shoulders; “Look at Lishy over there – she’s used up. She’s ripe for the taking. You can take her anytime you want. Finish her so we can get down to business.”

R3: Crisscross left/right hits Cuthbert’s arms, bashing her guard open – Chabert’s all over the blonde, scrubbing away at rack and driving her back to the ropes. Shades of brunette sadism on display as Lacey jabs Elisha’s breasts with light, taunting blows – Cuthbert’s cringing, knowing that Chabert has something heavier in store for her. Elisha’s guard is up but her arms are still wide apart, giving Lacey free reign on her chest… RIGHT UPPERCUT LACEY! Anguished cry escapes Elisha’s lips as her left breast is pounded upwards… and again! And again! Method to Lacey’s madness finally becomes clear as she now pumps with both hands to Elisha’s left tit, leaving it in ruins. Cuthbert’s loosening, blinded by tears as her mouthpiece dribbles down from her teeth to her chest and then onto the mat. Lacey’s firmly entrenched in Elisha’s trunks, now shrugging uppercuts into the undersides of both jugs, taking everything she wants completely unopposed. Elisha’s legs tremble and then finally buckle as she falls forward against the brunette, then slides to her knees down the length of Chabert’s body… Lacey steps back and allows Elisha to drop face first to the canvas, grinning at the sight of blonde rubble at her feet. Cuthbert’s sobbing as she lays there, rack throbbing with hurt – she’s somehow able to will herself to get up and beat the count, but she’s got nothing left. Elisha’s lolling against the ropes, gloves at her waist as Lacey moves in for the kill – Chabert takes her time, carefully measuring and putting as much force as she can into each punch, savaging Cuthbert with crisscrossed jug mugging. It’s all too much – Elisha’s wilting, already somnambulant and unable to take anymore when a particularly hard right hammers her right breast… Blonde slides off the ropes and crashes to the canvas shoulder-first before rolling to her back. Elisha’s KO’d to the jugs and lying tits up on the canvas passes her by – KO3 for the winner and NEW JMD champ Lacey Chabert.

 

After: Gloves off quickly for Lacey as she moves in to take her tribute – Elisha’s still on her back being revived, just barely had her own gloves removed as Chabert disperses officials from her quarry. Lacey takes Elisha by the ankles and drags her over to the JKO corner, and with Hewitt pulls the groggy blonde up to her feet; a meanspirited backhand across the chest draws a tormented groan from Cuthbert and brings her around a bit. Lacey shoves Elisha back against the turnbuckle and encircles her arms around blonde’s head, snuggling up jug-on-face. Cuthbert starts to struggle right away, pushing against Chabert’s tummy, but she’s in no shape to resist. Lacey’s cooing as she presses her body hot against Elisha’s, squeezing tightly and clearly enjoying herself. Jennifer’s climbed into the ring now, leaning over Lacey’s shoulder to shout taunts at an oblivious Cuthbert or egg Chabert on to more smothering.

In the Lookout! corner, Hudgens is up on the apron, incensed as she watches the carnage from afar – she’s shouting some very un-Disneylike epithets at Lacey and Jennifer, but neither seem to pay her any mind.

Lacey releases Elisha somewhat quickly, allowing the blonde to sink to her haunches; the brunette drops down as well, snaking her arms around blonde’s torso and squeezing with a bearhug. Elisha sobs as her battered rack is crushed in the tight embrace by Lacey’s, but Chabert won’t relent – she wants a verbal acknowledgement that her jugs are the best, just like the one she obtained from ‘Nessa after her last fight.

Jennifer’s walking the ring perimeter now, leaning over the top rope to taunt the other ladies of Lookout! in attendance. Kim Kardashian and Lindsay Lohan are snarling back at Hewitt, trying to get to the ring, but are being held back by security. Missy Peregrym’s still in her seat, visibly distraught by the sight of Cuthbert being tormented – it’s a rare glimpse of the stalwart lightweight contender with her composure shaken so badly. Ashley Tisdale’s seated as well next to her, hand over her mouth and likewise aghast at the sight – the look in her eyes says that she’s made a mental note to herself not to defend the flyweight title against Chabert should she defeat Natalie Portman in their upcoming bout. Minka Kelly’s managed to get close enough to put her arms up on the apron at the side of the ring closest to Chabert and Cuthbert, but she’s not climbing in – instead, she’s just standing there screaming her head off. Minka’s quite audible too: “Whose jugs stopped your jugs, Lishy? SAY IT! Say she’s better than you!” On and on like this from Kelly – so much for team loyalty.

Hudgens has finally had enough! Vanessa slides through the ropes and marches across the ring determined to put an end to this travesty… SHOULDER BLOCK HEWITT! Jennifer intercepts her at midring and hits her from the side like a linebacker, dropping Hudgens to her back. Hewitt immediately pounces on her, straddling her waist – Jennifer grasps the bottom of her tank top and peels it off in a single deft motion, exposing her ruby red bra in all its glory. Jennifer pins ‘Nessa’s wrists to the mat and lowers her always impressive chest down onto the younger woman’s face – now Hudgens is getting jugged out too!

Back in the JKO corner, a whimpering Cuthbert finally sobs out the submission that Lacey wants. Grinning with delight, Chabert pushes herself up from her haunches to her knees so that her chest is level with the blonde’s head – Lacey secures the reverse sleeper and pulls Elisha’s face back into the hot confines of her hulking rack.

More of this for about a minute – Jennifer is the first to let go, lifting her jugs off of ‘Nessa’s face – she makes eye contact with Lacey, who in turn relinquishes her smother on Elisha and lets the blonde slump down to the canvas. Rising to their feet, JKO brunettes march towards each other and exchange a high-five as they pass each other by. Lacey sits straddling Hudgens’ waist and peels off her shirt, revealing a silky black bra – Chabert gives ‘Nessa’s pert breasts a meanspirited squeeze, rousing her a bit, before lowering her own triumphant chest down and pressing it into her helpless quarry’s face. Meanwhile, Jennifer has rolled Elisha onto her back and, kneeling by Cuthbert’s head, lays herself out north-south alignment to envelop the blonde’s face with jug.

Grim sight for Lookout! fans tonight: Hudgens is kicking with her legs, pushing her palms against Lacey’s ribs, but she’s not getting free – Lacey’s got her chin pressed against the crown of ‘Nessa’s forehead with both arms secure around the back of her head and neck, alternately loosening and squeezing her grip to thrust her breasts into face as she torments ‘Nessa. Meanwhile, Jennifer rests her head atop Elisha’s chest while pinning her wrists to the canvas; Cuthbert is weaker, sliding her legs helplessly across the mat as her face is buried in jug. ‘Nessa soon succumbs, jugged out and unconscious.

One final act of humiliation as Lacey releases Hudgens and returns to Cuthbert; Jennifer releases the blonde, giving her a minute to gasp for air. On their knees with Chabert on Hewitt’s right, Jennifer places her right arm around Lacey’s shoulder like a lover while Lacey does likewise with her left arm around Jen. The two lower themselves down and hook their free arms around the back of Elisha’s head and neck; Hewitt’s right breast and Lacey’s left are pressed into her face as the two brunettes tighten their grip – it’s a double jug-out! Elisha’s writhing, pushing blindly at JKO hips and tummy in a last ditch effort to get free, but she’s already suffered too much, already too deep in jugshock – thankfully for her unconsciousness comes swiftly and mercifully.

Moment of tension between the two JKO ladies after they’ve risen to their feet and dragged ‘Nessa’s body on top of Elisha’s – Chabert demands that Hewitt be the one to adorn her with the JMD tiara and diamond bra. Annoyed look from Jennifer, but she complies – these two couldn’t have asked for a better night as they stand triumphant over the ruined forms of Cuthbert and Hudgens.

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