JMDD Missy Peregrym (#19) vs. Jeri Ryan (#29) (result: Lookout/words: simgrrl)
Numbers from Boxing World's December 2017 Lightweight rankings
TALE OF THE TAPE
Missy: 35yo, 5'7" 123#, 34C (50 wins, 30 KO) v Ryan: 49yo, 5'8"; 123#, (75 wins, 60KO)
Ryan last month won a KO5 against a tough Paula Patton. Tonight, Jeri steps up to Peregrym's challenge after Jennifer Lawrence flattened Missy in November. Missy's been on a slide lately, but hopes to end the skid against a woman old enough to be her mom... but who hits harder!
Peregrym's never liked “gimmick” fights; she's avoided JMDD's, Ice Hotels and beach bouts; but there are few places a fighter on a losing streak WON'T go if there's even a small chance of getting a gift wrapped win under her tree! Just about everyone these days thinks of Jeri Ryan as an easy win in search of a victor!
Ryan's well past the “need a win” stage of her near 20 year FCBA career - plus ten more years before FCBA! For Ryan, its “just want a fight” because there aren't many women near her age still active - and very few youngsters think that getting KO'd by a woman almost a half-century old is a good career move. So Ryan's grateful for any chance to get in a ring - especially against a fighter she saw in action firsthand against her stablemate just last month.
Jeri Ryan just promoted to Head Trainer at the Academy, and sitting in her Head Trainer spot for the Academy tonight is Jennifer Lopez. Assisting Jen is Blake Lively - an old friend of Jeri's from her Knockouts days. The third woman is Liz Hurley, in the glamorous “sponge and enswell” role. All three longtime rivals are now working together to try to hold Ryan's ancient chassis together long enough to get it through ten rounds! There's probably no better pit crew this side of NASCAR to get an extra mile out of Ryan before she runs out of gas!
In Lookout's corner are the triumvirate of Julia Benz, Michelle Trachtenberg and Elisha Cuthbert. Benz and Cuthbert "fondly" remember Ginny when they were members of Kim's Krushers, and Ginny was Kim's hatchet woman! They volunteer any time a Lookout girl faces an Academy member because if/when a fight breaks out, they want a shot at Ginny - or Theron - preferably both! Michelle Trachtenberg, the Lookout Communications Director is just here to boast if/when Benz or Cuthbert - or both - get their wish...or if Peregrym "shocks the world" to upset Ryan!
Ryan still looking great in December - the eve, of the eve, of her 50th birthday month...BTW: Jeri's birthday is officially celebrated... nationwide... as a national holiday!!!! ("National Margarita Day" explaining her obsession with a certain post-fight drink!)
Ryan in a tiny, low-slung, all-black bikini, black shoes, red gloves. FCBA officials using calipers and micrometers, after two inspections grudgingly agree, "Yeah, Ryan's got her naughty bits covered... barely!" Peregrym in a white bikini, white shoes and white gloves, no question she's within guidelines. "I'm dressed like a good girl," Missy grumbles as she enters the ring and sees "old lady Ryan" then sneers. "We all know what everyone thinks of that whore over there dressed as black as her heart!"
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During R1: Ryan enthusiastic about her appointment as Head Trainer for "the longtime famous as being the top stable in the FCBA, Ginny's Academy." It's been a long, hard, climb back from the ignominy following the disastrous collapse (financial irregularities were charged - never proved) of her former stable, Jeri's Knockouts. There's no denying there was bad blood between the members - for which Jeri proudly admitted to being responsible for "a part...but not a large part."
She's eager to show what she can do in the ring and - apparently - one thing she can do is show up wearing a whole lot less bikini than a woman almost 15 years younger. Of course, what that says about EITHER woman, depends on which side of the ring you're sitting on. If you're sitting with Lookout, you think Missy is entirely appropriately dressed, while Ryan comes off as some kind of sad old dowager trying - and failing - to relive her long gone, sad youth.
IF, on the other hand you're in the cheap seats, then you're behind Jeri Ryan (which, according to Amanda Righetti, is THE BEST seat in the house). Thru hard work - and great genes - Jeri has kept herself in tip-top shape, and she's wearing a bikini that proves THAT'S A FACT, JACK!
Jeri - one of the best "1st round KO artists" in the FCBA - bouncing and jiggling out of her corner, taking the fight to Missy with her trademark opening salvo - the overhand right - only to find her 'go to' move of more than 25 years was anticipated - and easily blocked.
BAM! Peregrym stunned by a Ryan left hook, something she did not expect! Missy on her butt looking up at a smug smirk on Ryan's face, realizes she's in for a fight! Missy scrambling - unhurt - to her feet, getting right up in Ryan's grill (a boxing euphemism meaning bosom, bra or boobs). Rock 'em, sock 'em action has the crowd on their feet screaming. Ryan's in her milieu here, hammer and tonging it out with a young brunette while thousands chant her name! Missy taken aback by the fury of Ryan's attack, forced to fight backing up under extreme pressure in the early going. Peregrym taking advantage of Jeri's all in attack to pick her spots, landing tell-tale shots to Ryan's cheek and left eyebrow while Jeri Ryan - like so many Internet bad boys - is all about Peregrym's famous rack!
As the round winds down, Peregrym picking up the pace, catching Ryan with several lefts and then a right that puts a sexy bounce in Ryan's rack as her knees unhinge, then quickly firm again! Now it's Missy grinning as she comes on, pounding Jeri Ryan back into her corner where Missy sets up and goes abs! Peregrym putting mileage on Ryan's torso in the closing seconds. At the bell, both women touch gloves, then as Missy turns away, Jeri gives the youngster a backhand SMACK on the butt.
Peregrym whirls around, fists raises, but Ryan keeps walking away grinning as the referee has his hands full with Missy as Jeri wins the opening round on points (but close).
R2: Both women rise before the bell; Missy still furious about the unexpected, undeserved and unladylike spank at the bell; intends to make Ryan regret her brazen dis. She fires a flurry of lefts and rights, drilling Ryan with punches from all points of the compass AND SHE'S HURT! DOWN GOES PEREGRYM! Missy caught by a big Ryan right, nose dives into the canvas, her hulking juggs would plow a furrow - if the canvas was a Kansas wheat field! Ryan dancing away, arms raised, but her fist didn't get ALL of Peregrym's jaw, just clipped her and Missy's on a knee at 5, her feet at 8 and, after the referee checks her out, she's ready to repay Ryan's surprise with one of her own!
Missy charges Ryan, but she's fighting on emotion now, not cold, tactical, logic. As she unleashes on Ryan, Jeri is carefully backpedaling, letting Missy spend her fury - and her energy - in wild, inaccurate and uncoordinated swings that, even if she had her emotions under control, would have little chance of success. As Ryan blocks, parrys, ducks, dips, and dodges, Missy is exhausting herself for little gain save the satisfaction of doing... something, anything... instead of just accepting the humiliation of being knocked down by a woman fifteen years her senior.
After a solid minute of mindless fury, Peregrym is exhausted, out of breath and arm-weary. That's when wily veteran Ryan goes from defensive to offensive, and starts to pick Missy apart with pinpoint shots targeting her abs. Ryan, often a brawler, is tonight setting an example for her new trainees, showing them how to take an opponent apart, piece by piece. Only after she's invested heavily in Missy's body does Ryan switch her point of attack to Peregrym's upper body. As much as she hates to do it. Ryan ignores, for the time being, Peregrym's luscious big breasts and instead smacks her around, cuffing her in the side of the head with her left, whipping a scything right over Missy's left shoulder to clip her chin and put a wobble in her thighs. Proud Missy reduced to having to clinch to avoid more damage and Ryan adds to her troubles with several hard shots driven in under her elbows, leaving the younger brunette struggling to breath!
Only then, in the closing seconds of the round does Jeri indulge herself, briefly uppercutting Peregrym's bulbous breasts, then smashing down on them with overhand right hand shots as Missy staggers backward to the ropes. Jeri stacks her up, puts her head on Missy's chest and pistons her fists rapidly into Peregrym's middle until the referee pulls her away...so loud was the crowd roaring neither fighter heard the bell. Jeri's virtuoso performance wins her the round by a (wide) margin!
R3: Lookout corner going into emergency damage control condition Alpha, all hands on deck! Benz and Cuthbert have their hands full and with Trachtenberg of no real help, Nicole Ritchie and Gal Gadot (from Lookout Atlantic, both in town on business) come out of their front row seats offering to help. Everyone scrambling around. Cuthbert working to stop the bleeding above Missy's right eye from what Benz tells the referee was an illegal headbutt; Ritchie and Trachtenberg sorting through the medicine bag while Gadot giving Missy water and even Jenna Louise Coleman helping out passing up towels until one of the FCBA officials has to come over to clear out several because they're only allowed three people in the corner at once.
They're still sorting things out at the warning buzzer and the start of the round is delayed for ten or fifteen seconds until the referee is sure Peregrym has all her protective equipment and the ring apron is cleared of towels, gauze, etc. Peregrym puts the extra rest time to good use, coming out to go toe-to-toe with Ryan who still hasn't fully recovered from burning a tremendous amount of energy in the previous two rounds. For a woman her age, it was a performance worthy of a much younger woman, but now her body's paying the price; Missy dancing circles around the leg-weary older blonde, punching Ryan from different angles, never letting her set her feet - or when she does set them, Peregrym slips away to attack from another quarter.
At one point, Missy literally runs a circle around Ryan, hitting her with a right hand to spin her around, then circling around to slam a left into Jeri when she and Missy close the circle as they meet on the other side finishing their rotations! Missy a firm believer in payback, with interest, and in exchange for Ryan's mean-spirited rack attack in the closing minute of round two, Missy now repays her twofold, going rack on her for a full minute, plus a few seconds, in the middle of the round. Ryan quite definitely had NOT planned for this kind of fight; if she had she'd have chosen a much different - full coverage - bikini! After six or eight sharp, snapping, whip-crack shots to the chest, Ryan's tiny bikini top is hanging on by a thread and she's reduced to fighting one handed for the final thirty seconds of the round; holding first one arm, then the other (using the other for defense) across her chest over her breasts.
Missy taking advantage, head-hunting; rocking Ryan time and again with hard shots that torque her head to the side, forcing her to turn her body and stagger in whatever direction her head is leading her. When she turns away, Missy uses that as an opportunity to swing wide, sweeping strokes around Jeri's shoulders, her glove slamming down onto the upper part of Jeri's heavy breasts which, by the time the bell rings to end the round, are both bright red. The referee jumps in to separate them, then grabs Jeri's top in both hands and 'helps' hold her top in place as he steers her back to her stool! Missy wins round (wide) without even scoring a knockdown...unless you count Jeri's bikini top.
R4: Ryan's mouth, nose and eye all are either cut or bleeding by the end of the round and Lopez, Lively and Liz Hurley have to work rapidly dealing with them. Most dangerous is the cut above Ryan's left eye which is bleeding badly. Hurley works on the cut, applying pressure and Adrenalin, then the enswell. Her bloody nose is, fortunately, not broken and Lopez deals with that using a cotton swab, pressure and some adrenaline hydrochloride. Lively's got a bigger problem, Jeri's top! Lively's wriggling out of her bra. It's hardly Jeri's size, but that's not a concern because it'll have to do for the rest of the fight! Hurley and Lopez hold towels up while Lively helps Jeri into her bra, then pats her on the ass as she stands up just as the bell sounds!
Ryan, despite all the distractions, looks fit enough as she steps out to meet Peregrym who's eager to pick up where she left off in the previous round. Perhaps a little too eager, because her opening salvo rocking Ryan back on her heels, then pounding her until her butt is stuffed in the ropes, has given Missy a sense of inevitability about Jeri's imminent demise. Missy gets careless and BAM!
Ryan halts the brunette in her tracks with a short, hard, left that knocks Peregrym's mouthguard out. Jeri following up using her big right hand and it crashes home on the button, sending Peregrym sprawling onto her left hip. Missy on her knees, trying to pick up her mouthguard, but with her gloves it's hopeless. As she's fumbling with it, the referee is pushing Ryan away from Missy as she was standing over her, fists clenched, just glaring and daring her to get up. In his haste to clear Ryan out, Jeri accidentally kicks Missy's mouthguard out of the ring an a melee nearly breaks out as a half dozen people scramble after it - including Cuthbert from one side, and Hurley from the other. While Ryan stands beating her fists together, Cuthbert and Hurley have a tug-of-war with Missy's mouthpiece until the referee gets their attention and demands they give it to him. They do, and he goes to wash it off as Missy paces angrily and Ryan stands there abusing her gloves.
Back to business, Missy starts pumping her jab in Ryan's face, deciding defense is maybe better than offense for now. Ryan swatting at Peregrym's extended left, moving inside it to drive left-handed shots into Missy's kitchen. Missy cramping up under Ryan's relentless body attack, reduced to fighting with only her right hand as she clings doggedly onto Jeri's right shoulder with her left. The two fight in a space no larger than an old 1940's phone booth, each able to use her right hand to bash the other's body. Ryan taking advantage of not having to run around chasing the quicker Peregrym, keeps hammering her torso, her feet planted wide apart, her forehead on Missy's right shoulder, just plunging her fist over, under, around and down into Missy's midsection. At the bell, the referee (again) has to pull the two apart, shoving Missy one way, Ryan the other. Both flop exhausted on their stools where their corners again have to work hard to repair all the same things they just fixed three minutes earlier But it's clear that Jeri Ryan won this round on points (wide!).
R5: Missy younger, stronger, fitter, and recovers faster than Ryan, is up standing before the bell. Jeri Ryan's still sitting on her stool at the bell but, maybe she's just conserving energy, because she gets to her feet in time to trade salvos with Missy, though they're on Jeri's side of the ring! Ryan not flinging punches willy-nilly; taking her time and carefully targeting her strikes at Peregrym's core and avoiding her mammarys like they're radioactive. Jeri likely regrets her ill-considered decision to go to Missy's sweet rack in the second round, because Missy's gotten the better of every 'rack attack' exchange since.
Missy often talks about how much she "doesn't like JMDD", yet every time she's in one, she fights like she knows what to do and she usually comes out on top. Here, Peregrym's taking her time as well, letting Jeri dictate the pace - which seems a mistake given Ryan's proclivity to "go rack" but then, Peregrym's fitter, and Jeri is perhaps acknowledging her own shortcomings and behaves.
Ryan's jab holding up well in this fight - not always the case. She keeps it in Missy's face, for the most part, and under control; not throwing wild; not forgetting to pull back after a jab - another long-time habit it's been impossible for her to break. But when you've got a dynamite right, you only use the left for picking up checks and wearing expensive rings!
Another sharp exchange initiated by Ryan goes her way! Left-right-left ends with a SOCK by the busty blond. Peregrym responds with two body shots, one with each hand. That's how it's gone for the brunette this round, taking two for every one she delivers, or three for two. Ryan (halfway thru the fight) outworking Missy who's either coasting or running out of gas! Whichever it is isn't part of the plan judging by the worried expressions on the faces in the Lookout corner.
Ryan again with the right hand lead, again scoring, shaking Peregrym once more! Missy drives a hard left into Ryan's right ribs, but eats a left hook from Jeri in return. Back and forth the battle rages, each intent on doing harm. RYAN'S HURT! In the closing seconds, Jeri falling into old habits, leaving her left hanging and Missy pounces, landing an overhand right with CRUSHING FORCE! Ryan's old legs take the body shock, thighs rippling, knees unhinging for an instant, but firming again! Peregrym going all in; hammering lefts and right into Ryan's body. Jeri's defenses crumbling, she's trying desperately to catch and grab Missy, but the brunette SHOVES HER OFF; HAMMERS a right into Jeri's paunch! Ryan doubled up, her face twisted in agony; mouthpiece dribbling from her lips.
The crowd is going crazy! Everyone on their feet screaming at the top of their lungs. In Lookout's corner Cuthbert's bouncing up and down and Trachtenberg's hugging a girl in the front row! Only Julie Benz is calm, her gaze fixed on something across the ring not the fighters in the ring.
THE REFEREE MOVES IN, WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND RYAN! Peregrym spins away, arms raised. Benz rushing into the ring from the Lookout corner, Jen Lopez and Blake Lively from the Academy's. Referee warding Peregrym off with a hand, yelling at Benz, "Control your fighter!"
Pandemonium!
It takes a minute or two to restore order, and only then does the crowd begin to realize...the fight is NOT over! Once again, the screams of the crowd made it impossible for the fighters or the referee to hear the bell. A crisis is averted when Peregrym, furious at having her "win" nullified, gets in the referee's face, Julie Benz, Missy's manager, pulls her away, calming her fighter. Benz, it seems, had seen the timekeeper hammering on his bell, though she hadn't heard it. She assures Peregrym the referee had made the right call and for Missy to, "Let it go and get ready for the next round!"
In a round that saw Jerk Ryan holding the lead for nearly the entire time, Missy Peregrym's blazing finish sees her race past Jeri to pass her at the wire as Missy wins round on points (close!)
R6: After having to be held up by the referee, then supported to her stool, Jeri Ryan after a long break while things were being sorted out, assures the referee when he asks if she's "OK?" - knowing if she says no he'll give the fight to Peregrym, does what any veteran fighter would, says, "I'm fine. The low blow winded me for a second, but I was never in any trouble." He ignores the implied rebuke of his ability to see a low blow and walks away, telling both corners, "We're back on track," then calls for the bell!
Missy still seeing red, determined to get the victory she'd been unfairly denied, comes out firing with both fists. Ryan, her abs throbbing and her lungs burning with oxygen debt, backs off behind a pawing, ineffective jab that fails to slow Missy.
Peregrym walking right through Ryan's defenses, driving both fists into her body! Ryan slumping into the ropes, her butt thrust out between the ropes, her head at Peregrym's waist, arms wrapped around Missy's hips. Peregrym swinging her arms side-to-side, hammering both flanks; ravaging Ryan's ribs as she beats the blonde to her knees. Referee on top of things, backs Missy off, lets Jeri regain her feet. At first he's going to rule a slip, but then CHANGES HIS MIND, he's given Ryan a standing eight!
Jeri Ryan getting a huge break there. She was clearly hurt and that eight count gives her an opportunity to regroup and clear her head. It was the right call, but it certainly disadvantaged Peregrym who had her girl on the ropes. Ref backs off, Peregrym rushes in but Ryan leaps out and wraps her in a Bearhug, hanging on for all she's worth. Missy again blasting away to the flanks, trying to dig Ryan out of the foxhole she's dug for herself. Ryan's legs starting to give way and as her arms begin to drop down Missy's back, Peregrym shunts her hips back to clear space, then brings a right uppercut up from her knees into Ryan's belly button. Jeri spits out her mouthpiece - about the third time this fight - right into Missy's face!
Peregrym turns into a HUGE, SWEEPING, OVERHAND RIGHT that absolutely smashes onto the side of Ryan's face, spinning her halfway around! Jeri's hands drop, her knees unhinge as she dives headfirst, landing on her face and chest (those D-cup airbags provide no cushioning whatsoever!) Ryan lays face down, with her right hand underneath her, her left leg moving up and down. The referee steps in and starts to wave off the count, but Missy interrupts him, spits her mouthguard in her hand and tells him in no uncertain terms, "I knocked this b*tch the f*ck out twice and I damn sure deserve to get at least ONE DAMN countout. So count her the HELL out right now."
The referee looks around at all the angry faces of the women surrounding the ring, then begins his count. He reaches ten without a problem; Ryan only starting to move about the time the count would've hit fifteen, or sixteen - if he'd kept going. Missy Peregrym wins with a clean knockout: KO6.
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After: Ryan starts crawling around looking for her mouthpiece, Peregrym never leaving her side, kick it a foot ahead of her each time she reaches for it (Missy probably pulled wings off of flies as a kid!) just as Lopez, Lively and Hurley all arrive in a snit. (Actually, a 3-piece snit with matching vest, but who cares!) They collect the broken bits and pieces of their head trainer, then drag her back to her stool so Hurley can do what she loves - break into the drugs! A couple of ammonia caps and Jeri's good as new...by which we mean, she's dazed and disoriented, barely aware of her surroundings.
Still, it IS the FCBA so what would a fight be without - at least the possibility of - postfight humiliation, a sexually titillating display, or even a good old fashioned pier six brawl. (though it's doubtful one in ten of today's youngsters could find Pier Six, even with the Internet, GPS, Google Maps and Uber!) If there's one thing Missy Peregrym's good at, it's the postfight. She's been in some real doozies of postfight celebrations and as she comes out of her corner to get Ryan, everyone at ringside - especially those in the Academy corner, are sitting up paying close attention. Most are looking at what Missy's got in her left hand. It looks like a cellphone but these days looks can be deceiving, so tensions are high. Missy walks with a confident swagger - something that's been missing lately. But this is Peregrym's first win over an Academy fighter since Jeri Ryan turned 47, back in 2015, so she's got every reason to be full of herself.
Missy stops in front of Ryan who's slumped on her stool, head bowed, hands, still gloved, dangling between her spread legs, elbows on her thighs. She apparently sees Missy's feet in front of her and slowly lifts her eyes, scanning slowly up Missy's curvaceous body until she gets to Peregrym's face. Missy's not smiling, in fact she looks downright serious. "Get up!" Missy barks curtly, no sign of warmth in her tone.
Jeri leans forward, struggles to get her balance, but can't and slumps back against the turnbuckles. "I said, get up you old faker. Get on your feet or I'll put you on them myself." Once more Ryan appeared to try to rise, but this time almost toppled over sideways; grabbing the ropes to keep herself on the stool.
"That's enough," Hurley says. "In my medical opinion she's incapable of standing on her own. Go back to your corner, you've done enough damage here."
Missy's eyes narrow. She looks around; then smiles. While she has been talking to the three women in Ryan's corner, several of her teammates had been moving through the crowd and were now behind the Academy women. Missy feels confident any two of her friends can handle all three of them, and there are four others Lookout about to join them.
"You're Hurley, right?" Missy asked, though she knows damm well who Liz Hurley is! Liz nods, uncertain where this is going. "Come up and examine her again. I want to be sure you're right. I wouldn't want to make a mistake," Missy says, her face almost - but not quite - looking like she's sincere. But apparently it was good enough for Hurley, or maybe her eyesight isn't what it was in her younger days. In either case, Liz climbed the steps and managed to get through the ropes - in her shocking for a 52 yo woman rather too-short mini-skirt - without flashing more than the fans. A loud groan of disappointment went up when she stood up beside Missy. Peregrym couldn't miss hearing the fans react and signaled calm down, folks. I'm not done yet with her hands.
\Do yourself a favor; check the old biddy again, I think she can stand alright, don't you?" Missy said coolly
Liz didn't even know what to say, just glancing up at Missy's intimidating glare and then after a quick glance at Ryan's dull and unfocused eyes, she nodded, "Yes, I see you're right after all. She looks fine. Good to go, as we say."
Missy let go and Liz scrambled back out the ropes, earning both Missy and her a big roar from the 4 or 500 fans in the front rows as she lifted her leg over the middle rope, then tip-toed down the steps and up the aisle to the exit.
Smiling, Missy lifted Ryan's chin with one finger and asked, "Now then old lady, do you want to get up on your own, or would you rather I get you on your feet the other way." Ryan really, really, tried to get up, but her reflexes just weren't up to it and after swaying and wobbling unsteadily, she gave up and sat back on her stool. "Alright then, lemme give you a hand up," Missy chuckled.
She slipped a hand under the strap between the (D) cups of Jeri's bikini top and started to pull her to her feet. The sweaty top slipped over her sweaty breasts as Missy pulled. At some point, Jeri realized what was happening and slapped both hands over her breasts just in time to keep the bottom half of her bikini top overing the top half of her breasts. With Jeri clinging to her modesty, Missy pulled her to her feet, then put an arm around her waist and pulled her with her to the middle of the ring, well of earshot of any spectators or the women left behind in the Academy corner.
After showing off her prize, Missy held up the cellphone so Jeri could see the screen. "Watch this, Missy said and pressed play. As Jeri watched a 20 or 30 second video, her face got pale and her hands began to shake, jiggling her breasts. Missy's fans whooped and hollered for more.
"Wh....whe.... where'd.... you... geh ...it ...this?" Jeri mumbled, having trouble forming coherent thoughts in her addled state. "Plu... pleez... don'.... sho.... an'body.... secret..."
"You'll find out everything tonight; midnight. Go to the Wayside Motel, room 316. Wayside Motel, midnight, room 316, she repeated. Got it?
Jeri tried to nod, but it hurt her head. "uhhh .. midn...ite.... wysade muddle...316... she struggled to speak. "were.... git...? she repeated her question.
"Midnight. Not until midnight, Missy said, then she turned walked away, Jeri sank to her knees and started to cry. As the blond raised her arms and put her hands over her face, her top rode up and her awesome breasts slid out from under her top. The crowd stood and cheered their belated - though heartily appreciated - appearance.
Lopez and Lively hurried over with a towel to cover Jeri, but by then, Peregrym and her handlers were on their way to the Lookout dressing room. Blake asked Jeri what had happened but Jeri would only mumble, "Gotta git dresst... go tu waysdyde moddel...midnight.. help me..."
They got her up, and held her between them all the way back to her dressing room. Liz was nowhere to be found, so Blake called the FCBA doctor who came to check on Jeri and she assured them her condition was temporary and that she'd be fine, "...in an hour or so."
Long before Midnight...
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