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23 July 2012 Post Fight Chabert vs Johansson

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Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on July 23, 2012, 11:09 pm

 

“Guh… Uggghhh… No… Stop!”

Scarlett Johansson’s pleas were falling on deaf ears. If anything, the sound of her anguished cries were having opposite their intended effect as they egged Lacey on to inflict more harm upon the defeated blonde. Stacking Scarlett upright in her corner, Lacey was pounding her rival’s jugs with her bare, ungloved fists. Such conduct most definitely qualified as unnecessary roughness, but the brunette felt compelled to drive the point home: she was Scarlett’s superior. Scarlett had crossed her, and an example had to be made.

“What’s wrong, bytch?” Lacey taunted, “It’s just you and me now… Isn’t that what you wanted? I thought we were going to settle this… Weren’t you going to kick my ass? What happened to that, Scarlett?”

Sniveling and failing to fight back the tears that were streaming down her cheeks, the blonde still managed to regain her composure for a moment and shoot back a defiant glare. “Screw you…”

Scarlett’s bravado was quickly cut off as Lacey snarled and unloaded with a furious hup-hup-hup of punches to rack. It was instead replaced by an agonized scream as her breasts, already badly savaged, were subjected to gratuitous abuse. The blows seemed to break Scarlett’s spirit as her legs buckled and left her sagging against the padded turnbuckle. A wicked smile crossed Lacey’s lips at the sight. The first stage was complete – now it was time to pile on. Lacey wrapped her arms around Scarlett’s back and pulled them close together, squeezing with a tight bearhug. The brunette beamed with malicious glee as her own breasts mashed the blonde’s triumphantly. Scarlett whined and cried as she slapped her palms on Lacey’s upper arms in panicky fashion, unable to free her chest from this humiliation.

“You should’ve worn that blue number of yours,” Lacey purred as she leaned her mouth in close to the crook of Scarlett’s jaw, “I would’ve looked so good conquering you in that one…”

Tiring of this quickly, Lacey sucked Scarlett out of the corner and reversed their positions. Leaning back against the turnbuckle, the brunette pulled the blonde’s face down into her waiting cleavage. A few seconds later and Lacey was cinched up tightly, her right arm wrapped around the neck while her left arm and hand secured around the back of the skull as she squeezed tightly. In truth, Lacey’s breasts were aching from the attention Scarlett had paid them in the first three rounds of their fight. However, the pain was a small price to pay to have the blonde locked up like this. She brought her head down and leaned in with her ear, doing her best to listen for Scarlett’s mewling whimpers above the roar of the crowd.

Badly battered, Scarlett was in no condition to resist the expertly applied breast smother. The blonde bravely tried to keep her feet, but she was already stumbling in fence post holes as Lacey’s jugs deprived her of air. Lacey didn’t particularly mind – anything that prolonged Scarlett’s suffering was fine by her. Eventually though, the blonde’s legs began to buckle. A few moments more of this and they wouldn’t be able to hold her up anymore. Releasing her, Lacey shoved Scarlett back with dramatic flourish – the blonde stumbled back a few steps and dropped to her back, jugs sloshing as she hit the canvas.

Lacey smiled as she sauntered over and admired her handiwork. Scarlett’s eyes were shut as her head lolled weakly from side to side. She was moaning softly, pushed just past the point of incoherence. Yes, the first stage of jugshock had set in. Lacey settled in, straddling her and leaning forward to place her forearms on the mat on either side of Scarlett’s head. The brunette’s breasts were dangling above the blonde’s face, and she playfully brushed them back and forth across Scarlett’s countenance.

“Poor baby… Baby want some more jug?” Lacey taunted, “Baby, want some more? I got plenty left to give…”

Suddenly, a firm hand gripped Lacey’s shoulder and pulled her torso off of Scarlett’s face. Lacey growled at the thought of someone daring to interrupt her fun. She turned her head and looked up to find Jennifer Love Hewitt standing beside her.

“C’mon Lacey. Get off of her,” Jennifer insisted.

“What, you want some of her? All you have to do is ask nice-”

“Get off of her,” Jennifer repeated, “She’s had enough. You’ve made your point.”

A cold fire bubbled to the surface and boiled over. Lacey rose to her feet and stared down the older brunette. “Where the hell do you get off telling me what to do? I’ve earned this! Just like I’ve earned everything else I’ve gotten!”

“Drop this. Now,” Jennifer replied, her tone growing more and more emphatic, “Your feud isn’t doing anyone any good, and I’m putting a stop to it right now.”

“You just have to swing in on a chandelier and make this all about you, don’t you?” Lacey raged, “I’m not the one getting her bra cups handed to her night after night in the ring! Everyone’s fawning over you like you’re some kind of saint, but you’re not! You don’t have the right to dictate terms to-”

Jennifer responded by grabbing the strap of Lacey’s bikini top and tugging her forward so that they were nose to nose. “I won’t let you do this. Understand?” The first signs of pent up fury were starting to seep into her voice as she stared the younger brunette down.

Lacey snarled as she reached for Jennifer’s shoulders and gave her a shove backwards. She seethed as she glared back briefly before stepping back to the ropes so she could storm out of the ring. Never in her life did she resent Jennifer more than she did now.

“This is far from over!” Lacey screamed, “You hear me? We’re far from done!”

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