Posted by Jeri's Knockoutson 7/10/2010, 12:40 pm

Lacey Chabert smiled proudly as she gave Hayden Panetierre the first jug smothering of her FCBA career. It was a moment that she would always remember with pride – giving a girl her first breast smother was always a special occasion.

Hayden Panetierre, no doubt, probably cared not to remember. An old apartment wrestling adage was stuck in Lacey’s mind – A girl shows her true colors when she’s getting jug smothered. The saying rang true for the young brunette – trapped between the turnbuckle in the JKO corner and Lacey’s jugs, Hayden was at her mercy. Despite her precarious position, the blonde was still trying to fight her off, squirming and slapping and pawing at Lacey’s flanks. This, however, wasn’t the last stand of a woman who still had fight left in her – they were the struggles of a frightened girl who was helpless and desperate to escape her torment.

Lacey smirked and squeezed again with her arms, relishing the sensation of Hayden’s face pressed even more tightly between her heaving jugs. The blonde’s writhing ceased briefly as she grasped at Lacey’s hips, trying to avoid the indignity of passing out in the brunette’s grasp. All Hayden wanted was her freedom, but unfortunately for her, she had no say in the matter.

Lacey was gushing now as she allowed herself to get caught up in the bloodlust and frenzy of victory. “Say it,” she demanded firmly, “Say it! Now!”

Standing on the apron on the other side of the ropes, Jennifer Love Hewitt rolled her eyes. “Your kung-fu is the best,” she replied unenthusiastically. Her words were a rote utterance of a prearranged line that she clearly did not enjoy delivering.

“That’s not how you’re supposed to say it!” Lacey whined, “Say it the way I told you to!”

“I’m not here for your amusement,” Jennifer shot back, “Just because you beat me that ONE time doesn’t automatically make you the boss of me.”

“You’re no fun,” Lacey sighed. Turning her attention back to her quarry, she gave Hayden another tight squeeze. “What about you? What do you think of my kung-fu, bytch?”

Of course, with her face trapped between the proudest rack in Christiandom, the blonde was in no position to reply. Hayden’s legs were giving out, and it was getting harder for Lacey to hold her up. Letting go of her beaten foe, Lacey beamed with pride as the blonde sank to her knees. Hayden slid down the length of Lacey’s body – her face rubbed against the brunette’s tummy before coming to a stop at the waistband of her panties, while her hands pawed weakly first against Lacey’s buttocks and then the back of the brunette’s thighs.

Reaching down, Lacey undid Hayden’s bun, allowing the damp and sweaty blonde locks to hang freely. Yanking on them to make Hayden’s face turn upwards, Lacey gave her foe a hard slap across the cheek, intended to arouse the beaten girl from her stupor.

“Please…” Hayden mumbled, “Please… Stop…”

Lacey giggled maliciously. “Don’t pass out on me babe, I’m just warming up… This is a special occasion, and I want you to remember every last bit of it…”

Using the hair hold like a leash, Lacey walked Hayden out of the corner on all fours like a dog and shoved her down to the canvas, rolling the blonde onto her back. Sitting astride Hayden’s wrists, Lacey bent down and pinned the blonde’s wrists on either side of her head. Playfully rubbing her tits against Hayden’s face, Lacey pressed down and applied another smother. Hayden struggled weakly beneath her foe and kicked her heels helplessly against the canvas, but to no avail. Lacey smiled as Hayden tried to buck her off – each upward thrust was slightly less powerful than the last. It was only a matter of time before the blonde succumbed…

“Get off of her,” came a voice from the opposite end of the ring,

Perplexed, Lacey looked up to see the face of the newcomer. She smiled wickedly as her eyes locked onto those of the new arrival. “Get lost, tramp. I’ve earned this.”

“Get off,” Sarah Carter demanded, “Now!”

“Aww, how sweet,” Lacey taunted, “I didn’t know you cared so much about poor little Hayden here. I bet she’d be touched, if she weren’t trapped beneath me guzzling jug.”

“I’m not doing this for her,” Sarah shouted, “You’re a vile bytch, and you need to be knocked off of your high horse.”

“Too bad you don’t have what it takes,” Lacey replied calmly. She nonchalantly released Hayden’s wrists and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s head in an orthodox smother hold, purposely ignoring the other blonde standing in front of her. “You know, it must’ve hurt to have been beaten by a worthless bytch like Hayden. I guess that proves who the better Foxfire flyweight is… But if I beat Hayden… Then that means I’m better than you too, doesn’t it?”

Glancing up, Lacey smiled with great delight as she watched Sarah’s face turn red. Seething, Sarah took a step forward and started to rush at Lacey, but thought better as she saw Jennifer start to climb through the ropes.

Hayden had stopped moving. Lifting her jugs off of the blonde’s face, Lacey could see that she was fast asleep and all used up. Rising to her feet, the brunette grinned a Cheshire Cat grin as she advanced slowly on Sarah. As the two closed within mere inches of each other, Sarah clenched her fists and visibly steeling herself for a confrontation. The pair stared each other down, neither willing to back down.

And then in the blink of an eye, Lacey reached out with her hands and grabbed either side of Sarah’s face. Pulling herself in close, the brunette threw herself at the other girl and locked her lips onto the blonde’s. Clearly not expecting this response, Sarah squealed and frantically tried to push Lacey away, but the brunette was clinging on too tightly. Lacey held on to the aggressive kiss for a good twenty seconds, forcing herself onto Sarah before finally pushing her most hated rival away and sending her stumbling back.

“You bytch!” Sarah screamed between heavy gasps as she tried to catch her breath, “I’ll… make you… pay!”

Lacey smirked confidently. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that… Until next time…”

Turning her back on Sarah, Lacey sauntered away to her corner, paying Hayden no heed as she sashayed past the fallen blonde’s unconscious form. The day was hers, and as the queen of her domain, she had taken what she’d wanted. And yet, thoughts of her arch-nemesis were at the front of her mind.

“Next time, Sarah… I promise you, I won’t be so gentle…”