Lindsay Lohan v Scarlett Johansson JMD
result: Lookout; words: simgrrl

Before: ScarJo a two time fly champion, once the bantam champ and twice shes worn the JMD jewel encrusted brassiere, so it's unlikely she's intimidated or awed by the prospect of facing two-time former JMD and ex-flyweight champion Lindsay Lohan. In fact, to hear Scarlett tell it, Lohan's the one who should be intimidated by her! “The girl's made a nice little comeback,” she says, crediting Lohan. “I thought the #### was washed up in 2009, but she got herself some stable management and got 'clean and sober' and turned her career around. But it takes more than staying sober to make you a champion. She doesn't have the guts to be a champion. In 2009 she lost her JMD title in her first defense. She likes the after parties and high life too much to give it up. She'll get off the juice for a week or two before she fights, but then right after her fights, she's right back partying like it's 2009 again. Undisciplined!”

Lohan reminding the media she and Johansson have met before - Lohan stopped ScarJo in the first back in May 2009 when she ripped the JMD jewel encrusted bra from Scarlett's 'out cold' bosom. Scarlett dismissing that night as “one of those fluky things” but LiLo's not buying it. “I wrecked the bytch,” she boasts, “The ref had to run in to save her from an even worse beating. Then I put her to sleep like the little baby she is. This week's going to be a repeat performance and I bet the thought of waking up with her face in my juggs again must be keeping her tossing and turning at night!”

Neither girl the least bit bashful about showing her 'wares' as they both show up in string bra & panty sets with their JMDs and nether regions busting out all over. If you have the 'goods' why try to hide it is my motto, and both of these girls have bought into that ethos 100%. Lohan in white lace semi-transparent underwire bra with double thickness lace front panel thong, hair loose and wild, feet bare; white gloves. Johansson in (what else) scarlet full cover white-trim satin bra and matching string panties, hair in a battle braid, white socks and scarlet red shoes with scarlet gloves.

Girls not wasting any time, leaning in to bump boobs during the instructions, both digging their toes in, trying to push the other back. Once Johansson gets Lohan moving, it looks like she's going to shove her through the ropes and clear out of the ring, but the referee catches up and reins 'em in! Lohan red-faced, huffing and puffing indignantly; Johansson smirking and grinning, shaking her taa-taa's at Lohan... almost setting off more fireworks and the fight hasn't even started!

During R1: Lohan jumps Johansson right from the bell, looking to repeat her 2009 first round KO. Lohan hammering at Johansson's head, ignoring her body in hopes of end it right here, right now. ScarJo defending well behind a high guard, blocking many, but far from all, of the punches on her forearms, elbows or gloves. LiLo bouncing in behind the barrage, furiously unleashing on Johansson who's forced backward under the heavy pressure of the busty little redhead. ScarJo fighting back in spots, patiently waiting for openings, then drilling LiLo's right bra cup with left hooks, or chopping the right into her left breast whenever Lohan drops her left. Midway, a big right by LiLo stuns ScarJo and the blond has to clinch. Both digging hard to the flanks as they squirm belly-on-belly and breast-against-breast. Uppercut ScarJo buckles LiLo's knees, but Lohan answers with a right that makes Scarlett hesitate and she loses her pursuit opportunity. Final minute, both up-tempo hoping to impress the judges. Fists fly and juggs jiggle as, toe-to-toe, they mindlessly flail away with both fists to the bell...and beyond when the referee has to breaks them apart.
Lohan's right breast has been punched out of its cup to the inside, while both of Johansson's puppies have been exposed as her top got pushed up during the close quarter action. In retrospect, fragile little string bikini bra & panty outfits don't seem such a good idea after all! But the round - a good example of back-and-forth action - goes Lohan's way close, and neither was hurt to any degree.

R2:  Again, two supple young bodies bouncing out of their corner eager to get back to business which they do with “tooth and nail” body banging mid-ring. They could hold this fight in a phone booth... if they still made those... because neither is thinking 'stick and move' and are only trying to inflict as much hurt on the others bosom as possible in the shortest time. First minute, it's Lohan doing the most damage as one of the few punches she throws not targeted for ScarJo's “joy-bumps” raises a big knot under Scarlett's left eye! Second minute, a Johansson left hook starts Lohan's nose bleeding. By the final minute, both women go back to what they came for: landing hard to the bra of their rival! Down the stretch, both again lay it on the line; hammering hooters toe-to-toe with either fist. This time Johansson pockets the points in another close round. Each woman needs a second re-holster an errant breast and Lohan's cleavage gets swabbed to remove blood from her nose while Johansson's getting Endswell under her left eye. The fans are certainly getting their fill of the young women's impressive JMD's as they've both (literally) put 'em out there so far!

R3: Third verse, same as the first! Neither fighter ready to admit her plan ain't workin', so they're out to repeat the mistakes (and the successes) of the past two rounds. Lohan head-hunting while Johansson still laser focused on LiLo's “ladies” to the exclusion of other parts of her anatomy. Each has limited success as both corners have made small defensive 'fixes' - nothing radical like peek-a-boo or even keeping their JMD's out of the proverbial wringer! Oh no... they just keep stubbornly banging away at each others “rack.” By the last minute of the round, their body language is telling us (if not them) that its had about enough! Lohan tries something new (least for tonight) a big uppercut to ScarJo's jumping jubblies! When a second uppercut try whiffs on her jubblies, LiLo has to settle for 'only' clocking Scarlett's chin! Still, that's good enough to put a wobble in Johansson's thighs and force her to clinch to the bell. That brief offense explosion is enough to win LiLo the round!
Good news for those of you watching in a sports bar... no wardrobe malfunctions this round (so there's the usual disappointed grumbling from sad-faced ringside fans).

R4: Lohan starting to roll! LiLo grinning between rounds watching ScarJo's corner working on her bra. Someone in Lohan's corner (doubtless Ryan since Theron's chewing a towel and not saying much) suggested “strongly” that maybe, perhaps, she may want to try that “uppercut thingie” once or twice more. Whatever the back story, Lohan throws it a couple of times early and after rocking Scarlett's world twice, things get a lot easier for the busty blonde. Lohan ripping up Johansson' s jiggling jubblies at the mid-point of the round. First, ScarJo wraps her arms around Lindsay's waist, burying her face in Lohan's sweaty cleavage and pressing her bosom into LiLo's tummy. A few seconds later, she's up around her neck, with her cheek on the front of LiLo's left shoulder. Anything to give her time to regain her full senses...and to protect her precious assets! Only flaw in Lohan's performance this round? Her inability to put ScarJo on her backside. She comes close several times, but Johansson has a singular talent for hugging and, whatever their personal animosity, Scarlett's able to set aside her feelings when necessary to 'snuggle' up to Lohan and save her abs and juggs from abuse. Wise girl! But despite Scarlett Johansson's best efforts at protecting herself, Lilo wins round on points (wide).

R5:  Lohan feeling it now and picks up right where she left off in the fourth. ScarJo almost all the way back herself, so the early going is almost even until Scarlett once again gets all up in “LiLo's Ladies” and as Scarlett pours on the leather, LiLo starts to fade. By midway, Johansson's dominating the taller blonde and Charlize is Lohan's corner is nervously twisting and chewing that white towel, maybe thinking of throwing in if things get much worse. They do, but she doesn't! Johansson's single-minded obsession with Lohan's rack to the exclusion of head and abs, starts to pay dividends now as she gets to it time and again, pushing Lohan back with straight, driving, lefts and rights. As Lohan's defenses begin to shred, 'pushing' becomes 'driving' as in driving her backward onto the ropes. After a bit of testing Lohan's abs, it's right back to LiLo's 'moneymakers' and Scarlett begins to 'pursue' Lohan around the ring, pancaking puppies whenever she can corner her. Late action all ScarJo's way and just before the bell, a ripping right hand discombobulates the teary-eyed blonde. Bell: ScarJo turns away with a little leap of joy, leaving Lohan in her wake sprawled on her butt, her torso suspended halfway out of the ropes, her right arm draped over the bottom robe, her glove resting on the ring apron as her worried support crew rushes to her aid...Theron still uselessly eating that damm towel while across the ring ScarJo is picking up the points (widely)!

R6: Lohan still not all the way back, but at least she's upright and looks reasonably alert for the bell. Referee eyeing her closely, finally nods and lets her come out to face the rampaging Johansson. LiLo pek-pek-pekking a 'don't hurt my hooters' jab as she retreats around the ring, forcing ScarJo to chase her. Johansson not happy; wanting Lohan to stand still and take her punishment like a...what? Dope? Dimwit? Woman? Yeah, ScarJo wants Lohan to stand there and take her medicine like a woman. But she doesn't have to worry. In a minute, LiLo runs out of running room and is forced to stand and fight. After a looping, overhand right from Lindsay, Johansson turns into a sweet right of her own that cracks Lohan flush on the left side of her jaw.
Lindsay Lohan goes down like she's been shot and doesn't move, except for some slight twitching of her right foot which is more simply errant brain impulses or synapses firing than some conscious effort to get up as ScarJo turns out the lights, Lohan's party is O-V-E-R with a KO6!

After: Well, what did you expect, JMD or something?

Lohan completely out when Ryan arrives at her side. Johansson saunters casually over and stands behind Ryan, peeking over her shoulder. When Jeri reaches into her breast pocket for smelling salts, ScarJo puts a hand on her shoulder.

When Ryan turns to look back, Scarlett spits her mouthpiece in Ryan's face. “The b###h dead, or just unconscious?” Johansson asked, her tone making it clear she doesn't really care which, just curious.

“Unconscious,” Ryan says, her fingers on Lohan's neck feeling a strong, steady, pulse. “I'll just...”

“You'll nothing! Now, get your sagging old ass out of my way Ryan,” Johansson growls.

Jeri pops up and spins around to face Scarlett, only then does she notice three women lining up behind the sweaty little blonde boobster. Erica Durance, Brittany Daniel and Heather Kozar are shoulder to shoulder less than five feet away. One look at their faces and Jeri realizes they'd like nothing better than to take her down, strip her and add her to the 'catch of the day' (i.e., Lohan). A quick glance to the Academy corner reveals Charlize Theron engaged with someone in the front row who apparently has asked her for an autograph. Jeri decides, 'What the hell, Lindsay's a veteran, she'll understand,' and backs the F off.

“Smart move 'superjuggs',” ScarJo chuckled. “Now, go play with Goldilocks and stay out of my way. Who knows, maybe you'll meet some deluded old TV fan from the last century who wants your autograph too. We'll call you when we're done with her. I see you before I whistle and say, 'come' you may just find your juggs spread out there beside hers. Capice?”

As Jeri slinks back to the Academy corner, wondering where the rest of her stable is, Brittany Daniel produces a pair of shiny chrome police handcuffs. Erica Durance pulls out several lengths of nylon straps with Velcro fasteners on either end.

While Heather cut Scarlett's gloves off, Erica and Brittany handcuff LiLo's hands behind her, then drag her to the nearest corner. There, they shove her butt against the bottom turnbuckle, spread her legs as they lift them. While Erica holds Lindsay's leg, Brittany uses the Velcro straps to secure her her ankles to the middle rope on each side of the corner, leaving her on her back with her legs wishboned.

Her hands now free, Scarlett waved the other three away and dropped to her knees on either side of Lindsay's head, then reached over and pulled Lohan's top up to her neck, setting her big, soft, freckled, breasts free from their restrictive confines. Then ScarJo slapped Lohan until she moaned.

Muttering something about “taking all night” Scarlett grabbed both of Lindsay's bruised and battered boobs and began to crush them in her fists. That only took seconds to register as Lohan's head snapped up, then she let out an awful cry of agony.

Scarlett let go and patted LiLo's cheek. “Welcome back sweet cheeks, we've been waiting for you.”

Lohan tried to sit up, but with her feet in the air tied to the ropes, and her hands cuffed behind her, she couldn't move. “Wha...” she mumbled, still disoriented.

“You took quite a wallop,” ScarJo chuckled. “You should've seen the look on your face as you went down. Like you couldn't believe it was happening even as the lights went out. Well, good news hon. You're awake now, so lay back, relax and enjoy the ride!”

Scarlett leaned over and lightly ran her fingertips up and down Lindsay's cleavage, then side to side across both breasts,and down under her armpits before she went to work on both sides ribs and then finished coming back up over her belly. Lindsay bit her lip, but pretty soon she began to whimper, “Please...stop Scar. You know I'm ticklish, dammit.”

Johansson laughed, and nodded. “Yeah, I remember it very well. Boy, those were good times, weren't they? You, me and what's her name; the slumber parties; all that alcohol and, as I recall truth or dare; us sharing confidences. You really should watch what you say when you drink, hon. You never know what you might say you'll regret later. In your case, being ticklish was the least of the things, but still.... it's going to come in handy tonight.”

She kept tickling and pretty soon LiLo couldn't help herself and she started giggling despite the predicament she was in. The more Johansson tickled her, the harder Lindsay laughed and it wasn't long before Lohan was convulsing with laughter; her chest rapidly rising and falling, her labored breaths coming in big, deep, gulping gasps as she struggled to keep her lungs full of air. But the more she laughed, the more lightheaded she grew.

“Ready?” Scarlett asked, then before Lindsay could answer, she bent forward and slammed her own bare breasts down covering Lindsay's nose and mouth. In that position, Scarlett's own face was only inches above Lindsay's breasts and she had an inspiration! She sat back up, letting LiLo have a quick gulp of life-giving air. “I think you'll enjoy this, you always said you loved having those big tits played with. Well....”

Scarlett bend forward again, pressing her pliant soft breasts down so they molded themselves to the curves and valleys of Lohan's pretty face. At first nothing happened but when Scarlett grabbed Lindsay's breasts again, closed her hands and started to squeeze, a muffled shriek came from under her chest. She kept squeezing and Lindsay kept screaming....until Lohan needed to take a breath to replace that she'd screamed out. That's when LiLo realized she was in deep doo-doo! When she inhaled, all she got in her nose and mouth was Johansson Jugg!

Briefly, Lindsay considered chewing her way free, but with her hands and legs disabled, and her groin open and undefendable, she knew that option would not only be far worse, but based on her knowledge of Johansson, indescribably painful for her. So she accepted the smothering and the torture of her breasts with the knowledge it wouldn't take long for merciful Morpheus to come rescue her from the pain.

Wrong!

Just as Lindsay was graying out, Scarlett lifted her boobs off her face and LiLo's lungs spasmed, sucking in the oxygen her body so desperately craved. She lay panting, her eyes just slits, staring up at the undersides of Scarlett's incredibly beautiful, nearly flawless, pale white breasts. She was dimly aware of someone speaking....

“You're back, good. How was it for you?” Scarlett asked. “How'd you like the breast 'massage' I thought that was an inspired touch. I'm going to dub this one my 'Fatal Four Finish'.”

“I'll remember....next time,” Lindsay grumped moodily. “We'll see how you like it...”

“Oh, dontcha be silly, darlin',” ScarJo said in a faux Southern drawl. “Right here is close as you'll ever get to these beauties ever again. Oh, we'll fight...a lot, I hope because I so enjoy you stretched out snoring at my feet. I need that fix every so often....”

“I do NOT snuuhhhhhh....” Just as Scarlett knew she would, Lindsay couldn't resist the urge to say she did not snore. She used enough oxygen that when ScarJo reapplied the smother, Lindsay was halfway to being out already. Just to help speed things along - since Ryan and Theron were glaring at her and the officials were looking at their watches - and though she was sure the FCBA officials didn't have the stones to interrupt HER mid-performance - she planted her tits over LiLo's face and then started to crush her 'fun bags' again to hurry her along.

ScarJo was surprised by Lohan's flexibility... she hadn't thought she'd squirm and buck so much being restrained as she was. Still, it didn't take long before Lindsay's body relaxed into unconsciousness once again. This time, when Scarlett lifted up, Lohan stayed quiet; her breathing labored, but strong. ScarJo sighed at the FCBA commissioner ringside, giving her a 'hurry up' signal.

'Spoil sports,' she thought. 'We really should do this away from the ring in a private suite. Something to explore... JMD-TV.... or a web site. I could make a fortune with my own show...”

She sat up and as she was about to stand up, Brittany said, “Don't forget to unlock her handcuffs. Erica has the key.”

“Thanks,” Scarlett said. “I almost forgot. Hey, can you get a couple of photos of us together,” she said, turning to hold her breasts over Lohan's flushed face in a threatening pose. “Make sure I'm blocking the view of hers, no sense wasting pixels on a loser's rack,” she cackled as Heather clicked off several cellphone photos for the stable web page and ScarJo's twitter feed.

Scarlett put out her hand and Erica dropped a small metal key in her palm. Jeri Ryan and Charlize were walking over, having seen the signal to Scarlett. She held up the key, showing it to Ryan. “I'll just tuck it in here for safe keeping,” Scarlett called as she leaned over, supporting herself with a hand on one of Lohan's big, soft, breasts as she slid her hand with the key far down under the waistband of Lohan's bikini as if she were hiding he key somewhere there.

Removing her hand, she lasciviously licked her fingers, then showed Ryan her open hand, fingers spread, to prove she no longer had the key. “Get it yourselves and unlock her handcuffs,” she told them. “Maybe you can Goldilocks want to fight for who goes down for it?” She hopped up and left the ring with Heather, Erica and Brittany to a standing ovation from the fans ringside.

Theron and Ryan looked at each other, then down at Lohan's snoozing body. “Go ahead,” Jeri said. “I know you're dying to.”

Charlize just shook her head adamantly!

So they decided to leave the key where it was. Jeri untied her ankles while Charlize slapping her awake. They got her up on her feet while the two women for the next fight were already being introduced. They passed the next two fighters entering as they went up the ramp with Charlize and Jeri supporting Lindsay all the way back to her dressing room.

In the Academy locker room, an exhaustive and invasive search failed to turn up the handcuff key which must have fallen out while she was being helped from the ring! Poor Lindsay had to sit around in the locker room with her hands cuffed behind her until after the PPV when they took her to a locksmith. He was able, after half an hour of work, to pick the lock and release her. Lindsay refused his offer to look for the key himself, and she kept the handcuffs... “... for when I catch up with Johansson!”

Across town, Scarlett, Heather, Erica, Brittany and the rest of HMK were sitting in a bar, laughing and drinking as Scarlett Johansson entertained them doing slight of hand tricks learned from an ex- girlfriend in H.S. She proved adept at producing a coin from behind Heather's ear; at cutting a deck of cards to the same same card Erica had previously chosen and replaced in the deck, then shuffled.

But the biggest applause of the night was for the 'disappearing key' illusion; one Scarlett performed for them several times right under their noses. Still, no one could figure out how a handcuff key she showed them in her hand, mysteriously disappeared with the flick of her wrist only to show up in Brittany's pocket.