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Posted by Simguy on 2/17/2007, 8:45 am

Before: Tawdry brawls marring press conferences between these two--as soon as they get within a certain distance of each other, it’s as though a switch s thrown and mayhem ensues. Only when security stands three men deep behind the podium can neither vixen get a word in edgewise. “I’m bringing Mish’s reign of terror to an end,” vows Dani, hands gripping podium-edges tight. “I feel like she’s my fault--I should have put the hammer down on Mish years ago, but I let her go and she’s become a monster. The woman that battered Hilarie Burton in the past PPV, I barely recognize: I’m going to smash that woman without mercy. You can do what you want to me Michelle--but what you did to Hilarie is unforgivable, You’re finally going to held accountable, and I’m finally going to do what I should have done long ago.” That TONE of Dani’s: you can just see Mish writing against the parental attitude of Fishel. “When are you going to get it?” Mish addresses Dani directly from the podium. “Me and Hilarie had nothing to do with you! Me and Rachel Stevens had nothing to do wit you. You don’t friggin’ matter, Dani--you don’t. I’m not your ‘responsibility’: I’m your doom, ok? My fists are going to send you straight to palookaville--you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. You think you’re ready for JMD: you’re not. You think you’ve got the jigs: you don’t. This is ALL about me, Danielle--all of it. You’re scenery.” Cue security as Dani erupts from her seat--Williams’ glittering eyes, leering grin taunting her former stablemate as Fishel strains to push through the phalanx. Mish in leopard print push up, scarlet bikini bottoms, white gloves, Dani in chocolate brown lace push up, yellow bikini bottoms, white gloves. Steady, deep eye contact during ring instructions--girls push right hands into opposing breasts to touch ‘em up JMD style.

During R1: Girls stomp together all a-jiggle midring: Mishy landing a sidearm right upside Fishel’s head as they settle in shoulder to shoulder. Mish to Dani’s jugs: hup-hup-hup. Williams teeth bared as she crowd in close, lifting her mitts into her cushy thickness of Dani’s bra, buffeting Fishel backwards, Dani grimacing, but firming at the minute mark: with ropes casting shadows like bars across her back, Fishel starts to come forward, pumping and shrugging her way into Mishy’s rack as WILLIAMS takes her first backward steps. Stocky, sturdy little legs stomp and strain, backsides trembling as both beauties dig stubbornly in: they squirm for position inside, mouth-on-shoulder, each wriggling to pack in the extra leather.

Final minute: Mishy swings low.

Lapping rights and lefts--almost casual--take Dani in her trunks, on her thighs. Groan of pain Fishel, face blanching--she’s in freefall to ropes as Mishy pours through. Williams expertly establishing wrap on Dani--left arm riding across Fishel’s upper back, slumping her forward into pumping rights: plugging work to tummy and jug as Mishy treats herself to Dani. Fishel all cramped up, just standing there with a stricken expression: Mishy snuggling in on Dani’s right side, plowing her right fist repeatedly to body and jugg to bell…AND BEYOND! Dani bleating in outrage as Mish shoves an extra hand into tummy, then another to jugg--Williams’ tongue pinbk between her lips as she works until ref physically peels her off.

R2: Mish HURTLING across the ring to pile on: Fishel tackled hard to ropes--both girls tumble to canvas in a writhing pile of buxom brawler, Williams scrambling well--up on her knees as Dani’s on all fours--Mishy attacking against Dani’s left flank. Mish reaching her left hand across Dani’s back, pulling her close--MORE right hands pound home--Williams’ tucking in heartless to tummy and trunks up underneath. Dani in swoon, confused--hair all tangled at the sides of her face, dangling down past her breasts as she absorbs trauma, Ref FINALLY pulls Mishy off by her arms and fetches her a scolding: Williams seething, too intent on her work to notice. Fishel pulling herself together at the ropes EATS A RIGHT HAND! Looping blast upside the head catching Dani huge--she sways on the spot, hands groping at her temples to protect herself: MISHY’S ALL IN! Another looping right hand to ear, ANOTHER--Dani battered dimly along the ropes, covering up earmuff and taking a brutal buffeting about her head. Williams savvy, knows she has Dani loosened: brutal chugging assault further softens trunks and tummy as blonde wriggles in close, pumping at her brunette. Fishel groaning, reaches to clinch bas boos cascade down: JMD audience pays to see non-stop punching, not resting, Mish with her nose and mouth pressed hot against left side of Dani’s face--Williams screaming: “I’M DIGGING AT YOU, D! DIGGING!” until ref pulls her off once again.

More Mish: she sails in again with that swinging, overhand right, bludgeoning Dani as she covers up to receive it, then Williams is reaching in, chesting Fishel to the ropes. More tummy taken, more jugg--Fishel on her heels, lips parted as Michelle romps. Williams with position, crowding in close, then kneading Dani’s jugs little shoving lefts and rights--Mish staying on jugg like a pro here, really wearing Dani out. Bell: MISHY LANDS A RIGHT! Gorgeous swinging blast catches Dani flush on the jaw--she’s all staring, hands low, feet staggering and MISHY CATCHES HER A LEFT! Williams popping hips-right, snarling as she catches Dani’s right cheek the hook--ref FINALLY moving in as Fishel’s staggering around windblown, out on her feet.

R3: Mishy up off her stool, eyes bright, fists smacking together: Dani grim, but alert, shaking off punishment and stomping forward with renewed focus.

Girls trade thick right hands amidships as they stride in: both come up top with chin-jarring hooks.

Right hands trade to stubborn jaws, both women rattled: left hooks back the other way, toggling both chins.

Girls starting to stamp on hjeels after soaking wallop, then coming forward aggressively once again: pure battle of wills as neither beauty wants to concede an inch of canvas.

They slop it to jug--each dipping side to side, pulling brutal clout to rack and feasting on the breathy sighs of complaint from the other. Hooks rip at waists, carve at breasts--both girls unleashing from side stances learned in the same gym, during the same exercises at the beginning of their respective careers, Mindless savagery holding sway--crowd roaring--fists pitching as feet stomp for flat balance, Syren blinks, actually turns her head away at the sight of her two girls grown such bitter enemies.

And Mishy breaks.

Happens off a torrid trade in right hands midway through--Williams falters, eyes suddenly moist--she stagger-steps forward, then rights herself just in time to take a BOOMING hook to her chin: MISHY SITS DOWN! Williams to her backside like she’s sitting down into a puddle--face shocked, distraught--Dani bellowing down, smashing her right hand against her chest as ref pushes her back. Creaky 8 Mishy--she’s badly hurt, and oh no: here comes Dani.

Fishel pushes in, stacking Mishy: OH, another hook takes Williams deep in her body. Dani shrieking as she feels the bite shiver up her brawny little arm.

Fishel pushes in, stacking Mishy: NO! ANOTHER HOOK! Three buxom, full-bodied hooks check Mish to her tummy--she’s all cramped up, reaching sadly for Dani’s neck--BUT FISHEL WON’T HAVE IT! Dani bodying Mish heavily to ropes, then PLUNDERING THAT RACK! Fishel’s all in, pumping and chugging, pumping and chugging--Mish-flesh jumping up and pancaking under the torrid abuse, Williams blubbering, sitting in the ropes--SHE’S HELPLESS! Dani just ON her foe now--nothing coming back--Fishel taking and taking and taking and THE REF STEPS IN! Little Mishy pounded out at the ropes--Dani’s the new JMD queen!

After: Williams trembling in shock, beaten ragged--Fishel leaping away all a-jiggle, jumping around, hugging everybody in sight. Dani to her corner, gets gloves removed: she lathers up with baby oil, rubbing down her arms and chest, then glowing, she marches to a shabby, shopworn Mish on her stool. “GET UP!” Dani shouts while pulling at Mishy’s wrist--Williams wriggling free--then lifting her hands to push bat Dani’s incoming belly-mound. Fishel pulling Mishy roughly to her feet, jamming her into turnbuckles: “THIS is for Hilarie,” Dani shouts in Mishy’s drowsy face, pumping a right hand in to tummy with a meaty SMEK! Williams face tightens--she pitches forward, “And THIS, is for ME!” Dani crows, snaking her brawny left arm ‘round behind Mishy’s tousled head--left hand gripping right bicep, right hand cupping blonde curls as Dani secures the reverse sleeper. Crowd chanting “J-M-D! J-M-D!” as Dani grins, nods triumphantly, while flexing up the hold tight.

Hard-working Dani here--she jostles Mishy side to side to snuggle her in--Dani’s right foot back for balance, pushing forward on Mish. Williams’ hands fretful at Dani’s hips, then she balls her fists and starts to slug weakly at paunch--lapping lefts and rights in tired, haggard protest at the treatment. Dani ignores it, cinches up the harder, resting her left cheek atop Mishy’s head: Williams stops punching as she’s pushed into ropes, her hands loosely reaching around to embrace Dani about the hips.

Long, hard struggle--Fishel just pushing in, staying on top, letting her juggs do the hard work of using Mishy up. Finally Dani releases, turning to her right, raising her hands and strutting as a shiny-faced Mishy wilts groggy to all fours, mouth open in shock. Fishel makes her way back to Mish with a big grin: Dani adjusting her trunks, then standing hands on hips--poor Mishy trying to crawl away, but she’s just too shabby to escape.

Fishel kneels down, pulling Mishy upright from all fours--girls on their knees, Mishy’s head lolling, eyelashes fluttering. Dani stabilizes with her left arm behind Mishy’s back: right palm shoves in hard under Williams’ left breast, pushing out a woozy bleat of pain as Mishy cramps up. Fresh smother applied--Dani’s brawny arms hungrily pulling Mishy in: Fishel cinching up on her knees, then twisting Mish to canvas, rolling atop blonde to make her take the weight.

Mish wriggles beneath her tormentress; her forehead, nose push free of the grasp, Dani workmanlike, patiently shifting her weight, working to resecure Mishy’s head. Python-pace--Dani just lying heavily upon her girl, letting Mish spend up all her energy trying to writhe free of one smother attempt after another. Fishel even rising up on all fours with mish prone beneath her: Williams blubbering, reaching up to push at Dani’s oppressive chest, holding Fishel off as long as she can before irresistible weight collapses Mishy’s limbs.

Fishel’s at play here. She’s got Mishy pinned down, can jug her out any time--but Dani’s lingering, letting Williams push free, drawing out the last of Michelle’s reserves. Eventually, as Dani rises to all fours again, her hair dangling down into Mishy, her face grinning at Mishy’s distress--Williams rolls onto her right shoulder, shuddering with tears as she turns her gave to canvas. Mishy’s left hand reaches up to push ar Dani’s chest: Fishel leans into it, letting it prop her up. “Stop,” Michelle blubbers, unable to face her tormentress as she says it. “Stop. Dani, stop.”

Fishel smiles wide, easing her weight off Michelle’s trembling arm. “That’s all you had to say Mish,” Dani says quietly, glorying in the moment.

Reposted by Archer 6/11/12.