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1 April 2007 Lacey Chabert vs Kelly Monaco

Page history last edited by Archer844 13 years, 11 months ago

 

BOXING AFTER DARK

JMD SPECIAL

 

 

Posted by Simguy on 4/1/2007, 9:53 am

 

Before: Monaco unable to secure enough mainstream action to maintain a ranking—she goes the JMD route to get precious air time. “Lacey’s a former champ, and some say the greatest JMD champ ever,” Kelly says, “pounding her out will prove that I’ve got everything a girl needs to dominate this sport.” Lacey always happy to oblige any double-D out there—Chabert taking time out of busy Kristen-Bell prep schedule to get in a quick Monaco subjugation. “Kelly’s way too old,” Lacey grins, wrinkling her nose as though Kelly‘s age stinks. “She can’t fight JMD. She’s got the jugs—but to use’em, you gotta win the fight—that’s the big flaw in her planning so far. I’m gonna treat her shabby, you know? Gonna beat her up, then jug her out, That’s what I do.”

 

Kelly in sturdy black lace push up, yellow bikini bottoms, white gloves, tan UGG sheepskin boxing boots. Lacey in ruffled pink bikini top, sporty navy bottoms with large pink polkadots, white aerobics shoes/socks, white gloves.

 

During R1: Rambunctious—both girls hop in wide stances to midring, both lead with sloshing right hands to offending bodies, comeback up top hooks. OH THE WALLOP! Flush, busting punches—those right hands just a SPANKING to ribs and pain-wracked tummies; those hooks fat and lusty to jaws. Seconds in both girls stunned, wide-eyed—too late to adjust now—both are dialed in and SCORING. Lacey’s hurt—Kelly’s hurt—they stamp on the spot, blinking open-mouthed in swoon—staying with the same tic-toc powerpunching rhythm. Monaco’s legs the first to give way: face all pasty and groggy—she stumbles to her right—Lacey storming forward. Chabert spraying pursuit lefts and rights—leather sliding off Kelly’s raised gloves or scalp—Monaco chased to ropes and shuddering as Lacey bombards the flanks a beefy brace of rights and lefts. Lacey exhaling through pursed lips, dips down, pushes into Kelly to stack her upright: Monaco sobbing, all shook up and LACEY’S ALL IN! Chabert slams a tuff right hand to the pit of Kelly’s tummy,. Then doubles it up into heaving Monaco rack. Lacey;s left hand slides across Kelly’s upper back, securing wrap—Chabert slumps poor Kelly forward into heartless, pumping right hands. Belly and jug—BELLY AND JUGG! Lacey taking all she wants—just pushing Kelly into the ropes, cuddling her close and jamming away at Monaco;s plush torso. KELLY’S QUITTING! Monaco bleating “STOP! STOP!” Shrill cry brings the ref hurtling in—Chabert leaps away the TKO1 victrix.

 

After: Lacey quick to claim her prize, grinning greedily as she pulls weepy Kelly up off her stool and quickly clinches up reverse-sleeper. Lacey’s brown, brawny arms all squeezing and controlling; Kelly’s damp, dark hair bowing out, sticking up disheveled in the grasp as she pushes pathetically at Lacey’s brown tummy. Kelly smothered until legs give way—but that’s not good enough for Lacey. Chabert maintaining her grip, riding Monaco allm the way to the canvas, POOR KELLY! Lacey going for the full KO. Pouring jugg to Monaco—girls slowly roll across the canvas as Kelly struggles to disengage; Lacey diligently stays locked in.

 

Lacey on top—hard working expression, eyes intense as she rests her left cheek on canvas, her chin abutting the top of Kelly’s trapped head. Monaco pushing at Lacey’s lascivious hips. Or reaching up to pull at Lacey’s hair or shoulders from behind. Kellyt finally batting her forearms/fists pathetically against Lacey’s tanned back—flapping away to no effect as Lacey snuggles it up.

 

Lacey in her back—she starts to chortle in satisfaction, feeling Kelly’s resistance ebbing through tummy-flesh contact. Lacey grinning up up into the lights, smiling wide—brown curls back off her shiny face as strong arms writhe and cinch. Loose scissor about Kelly’s hips just helps to secure her, holding her fast/ Kelly pushes her palms on the canvas, attempting to push-up her way out, but it’s far too late for that. Monaco slumps out at last. Her body deadweight against Lacey’s torso. Chabert giggling, loving it, using up every last drop of busty Kelly tonight.

 

Reposted by Archer 2/17/10.

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