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8 October 2010 Scarlett Johansson vs Jennifer Love Hewitt

Page history last edited by Dradis 13 years, 5 months ago

Posted by simguy on 10/8/2010

 

BEFORE: "Scary Jo's had a good run," Jen smirks in prefight. "She's confused girls - slowed the pace of JMD fights - used traditional boxing tactics to frustrate and pinpoint girls... it's been impressive. Until now. Now, she's in with me, and I've seen her schtick. I learned boxing at the hand of Kelly Packard, so Scary's not so scary to me, if you know what I mean. And I'm going to be bringing the old JMD back in this one - give Scary a dose of rough-house she'll never forget. I'm determined guys: the tiara belongs at JKO - always has, always will." Johansson preening - recently confirmed "Starlet of Summer" for her combination of box-office success and in-ring prowess - she's philosophical about this title tilt. "For Jennifer, the tiara means everything - it's her whole world," Scarlett says, absently winding a finger in glorious copper curls. "To me, it's a bauble. It was actually a bet I made with H - just to see if I could take the tiara away from the JMD specialists... and it was easy. Keeping it's been easy too - but the truth is, it's just a hobby to me. I own these girls because they are rude parodies of real fighters. The tiniest bit of skill undresses them - as it will Jenny Love when we tangle. It's just so amusing to me that 10% of my focus is enough to humble 100% of theirs!" Jennifer Love in vibrant purple bikini; black gloves; long dark hair loose/tangly. Scarlett in black neoprene bikini cut to look like a dark Dr. No suit; black gloves; black scuba slippers; hair in glorious Iron Man copper curls, long and loose.

R1: Hewitt lunges in righty against Scarlett's southpaw stance: Jen's right hand slamming in straight to right side of Johansson's jaw - turning her head, buckling her knees. Jen wrapping up over/under, stampeding Scarlett to ropes - slamming her to cables with full-body press, then sliding her into wrap. JEN'S WRAP: left arm in under Scarlett's right - left shoulder pressure keeping Johansson ropebound... HEWITT POUNDS AWAY RIGHTY! Pumping blasts take Scarlett in her tummy - Jen's elbow cranking back to reload, then she's thrusting back in. Scarlett: gobsmacked - mouth open, eyebrows arched high in shock. SJ tries to reach her left around Jen to tie her up: Hewitt's right pushes at Scarlett's left shoulder, flattening her out, opening her up: more right hand abuse pours in. Jen now cramming into rack - her lips tight with effort - her fist shoving into Scarlett's jugs as Jen pushes in close with her body. Scarlett: "GUH-G! GUH-G!" As Jen stuffs it in. Back to the belly: Jennifer snarling as she thrusts deep to tummy - brings the elbows back - shovels the fist back in: then she's pushing up to stack - her right hand at Scarlett's left bicep, denying the clinch. Crowd: insane - jumping up and down. Johansson: Head lolling, lashes fluttering. Jen: tummy and tits - TUMMY AND TITS! Hewitt controlling, crowding, cramming - her tummy in complete control of Scarlett's; her right hand plundering and plowing, and THE REF STEPS IN! Jennifer brings the violence back for a classic JMD KO1!

After: Scarlett gasping like a boated bass; hugging a ransacked body as she sags in ropes. Hewitt storming around - drawing a thumb not across her throat, but across her breasts to signify the total destruction of a formerly fierce and feared champ. Hewitt roundly back-slapped and praised in her corner: JKO wrenches back the tiara with all the finesse of a blacksmith on a horseshoe.

Celebrations completed, Jennifer turns greedily to her tribute, marching across the ring all juggy and grinning. Distraught Scarlett standing from her stool, lips trembling, but stoic: she won't hide from her fate. Hewitt approaches close, searching Scarlett's eyes.

Jen: "You've got guts. Thank you for not going all Jessica Simpson here."

Scarlett: "Whatever. Finish this." Jen: "I intend to. Please: I'd like you on the apron." Jen extends a hand, gesturing for Scarlett to exit the ring/stand on the floor. Johansson purses her lips, then moves to comply.

Jen takes her seat outside the ring, on the apron - her curvy legs dangling over the edge. "Come here," Jen says - widening her legs to accommodate Scarlett; extending arms in an almost friendly gesture. Johansson hesitates, frightened at last, but complying - stepping into Jennifer's embrace, hugging her lightly about the hips. Hewitt smiles, scissoring her legs about Scarlett's decadent hips; folding brawny arms around Scarlett's head. Jen takes her time with compliant subject - pushing hair off Scarlett's face, then sealing her in - the left arm snug behind the head; left hand cupping right bicep; right hand fisting in damp copper curls. Jen smiles - straightening out her legs to pour in pressure around the lungs, while flexing her shoulders to cinch up her arms. Scarlett moans in the grasp - her hands splaying flat against Jen's full thighs, pushing down on them.

Lacey Chabert comes bouncing up, grinning and lusty. Black slacks/white silk blouse - with a hungry tug, she pops the buttons of her top, revealing a heroic white push up. She's playful to the apron - just to Jen's left: Lacey smoothing hair behind her left ear, then rubbing her left hand on Scarlett's hunched back.

Jen frowns - cinching her hold on Scarlett's head like a selfish child gripping a toy... tucking Scarlett in close. Scarlett's hands reach up behind Hewitt to curl about her shoulders, pulling down with fading strength.

"Gimme," Lacey says, "she's going out."

"No." Jen mumbles - sending a pulse with her legs through Scarlett's trembling body. "Not this time."

Lacey's dumbfounded. "She's OURS - Jeri said. I'm taking some!"

Jen releases her scissor - uses the left foot to push at Lacey's chest - then her right shoulder as Lacey turns a little to her left. "No," Jen repeats. "Go away."

Lacey standing in torn blouse - bra and belly peeking out between the hanging silk - looking as though she's been face-slapped... she turns, stomps angrily away as Jen reclaims her conquest.

Doesn't take much longer: Scarlett's movements grow weak - her arms loose about Jen's buttocks as though hoping to drag her off the apron, but lacking the strength. Hewitt owns it, pouring the jug to Scarlett, getting her used up, then eventually releasing to allow redhead to pool limp to the floor.

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