Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on 10/9/2010, 2:38 am

The anguished cry that escaped Jeri Ryan’s lips was music to Ali Landry’s ears.

Fresh off of her victory over her erstwhile rival, Ali was claiming her spoils of victory in Jeri’s corner. Despite the terrible beating she’d taken, the blonde had risen to her feet upon the brunette’s arrival and put on a stoic demeanor, trying her hardest to act bravely in the face of defeat. That made this all the sweeter for Ali – there was nothing better than breaking a proud girl and bringing her under heel.

Using her ungloved hands to establish a firm grip on Jeri’s shoulders, Ali had lifted her thigh up into the blonde’s abs, doubling her over. Now, Ali encircled her arms around Jeri’s head and pulled the blonde’s face into the hot embrace of her cleavage, cinching up the breast smother tightly. Jeri struggled and tried to fight her way free, but she was ultimately in no shape to resist. All she could do was paw at Ali’s flanks with her own ungloved hands. Shoving the blonde back hard against the turnbuckle, Ali placed her left foot on the bottom rope and leaned in with her weight, letting her proud jugs do the hard work of finishing Jeri off.

Some nerve Jeri had shown in making this match… To think that the blonde had fancied herself Ali’s superior! Jeri had learned the hard way many years ago that she would always be Ali’s second fiddle... She should’ve been thankful that Ali had merely placed her foot on the blonde’s throat instead of pressed down on it back then. Still, something about this was bothering Ali. Jeri had had years to try and rectify the standing between them. Certainly, she would’ve failed, just as she had tonight, but she’d never even gone so far as to make an attempt. Even when she’d made herself Ali’s employer, Jeri had never been smug about it. Why the sudden change? As Jeri squirmed back and forth in her grasp, Ali frowned.

Jeri’s legs were starting to buckle. Releasing the breast smother, Ali shoved the blonde upright and slapped her hard across the cheek. “Wake up, Jeri,” the brunette commanded as she cupped her hands on the blonde’s cheeks, “I want you awake for this… Do you hear me, Jeri?”

Looking into Jeri’s groggy eyes, Ali saw the signs of alertness that she wanted. Cocking her right fist back, Ali drove the hardest right cross she could muster into Jeri’s left breast. Jeri howled in agony as her abused orb folded around Ali’s fist – payback for a similar punch Jeri had given Ali in the third round. Jeri’s first scream was soon joined by a second as the brunette slammed a matching punch into her right tit. Ali let Jeri fall, and the blonde crumpled to the canvas cradling her battered jugs.

Ali circled her fallen foe like a hungry shark, taking stock of her prey as the blonde lay crying softly on the canvas. Jeri’s proud composure had finally been broken – now it was time to go to work. Reaching for the blonde’s hair and pulling her up to her knees, Ali knelt down in front of her and wrapped her arms around Jeri’s back, pulling her into the tight embrace of a bearhug. After ten rounds of punishment, Jeri’s jugs were much worse for wear than Ali’s – the brunette could feel it as her rack ground, mashed, and overwhelmed the blonde’s, and she knew that Jeri could feel it too.

“Tell me I’m better, bitch,” Ali crowed, “Say it… Now.”

“No… Never,” Jeri feebly replied, bravely trying to maintain some semblance of composure even as tears flowed freely down her cheeks. The blonde was rewarded for her obstinacy with another squeeze – Jeri threw her head back and sobbed as Ali’s breasts pressed into and flattened hers.

Releasing the bearhug, Ali shoved Jeri onto her back and crawled on all fours on top of the blonde. Grabbing Jeri’s wrists, Ali placed the blonde’s hands on her own shoulders as she leaned in and dangled her breasts over the blonde’s face. Ali simply leaned in like deadweight – for a few seconds, Jeri managed to hold her up, but soon the blonde’s arms began to quiver and tremble. The blonde sobbed as impending doom loomed over her, both figuratively and literally – as the innovator who’d come up with the idea, she was amply aware of what was about to happen. Ali simply smiled – who better to conquer with the Jeri Ryan Special than Jeri Ryan herself?

Jeri’s arms began to quiver – after a few more seconds, they finally gave out, and Ali dropped down, thrusting her rack down into the blonde’s face. Jeri bucked and struggled to escape, but it was no use – she continued to weakly push at Ali’s shoulders, but the brunette simply grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the mat out of harm’s way. Jeri continued to buck with her hips and kick her legs in a vain attempt to unseat the brunette, but there was no chance that the blonde would escape. Playfully twirling her fingers in Jeri’s hair, Ali continued to mash grind her tits against the blonde’s face. Slowly but surely, she was rocking her to sleep…

“That’s enough. Get off of her.”

The smile vanished from Ali’s face at the sound of this new intruder’s familiar voice. Relinquishing her breast smother and rising to her feet, she glared as she stood face to face with Kelly Brook. Kelly looked stunning, wearing a short-sleeve white blouse and a dark skirt. Ali had wondered how long it would take for the lapdog to come to the aid of her mistress… She’d been itching for a fight with the younger brunette for a while now… It would probably only take the slightest provocation for Kelly to rip open her blouse and throw herself headlong into Ali’s waiting defenses… Now as good a time as any for them to settle their differences…

“Don’t interfere,” Ali commanded, “She’s had this coming for a long time, and there isn’t anything you can do to stop me.” It was a line in the sand, one that she was sure that Kelly couldn’t resist crossing.

“My, my,” Kelly replied, “Such a wicked thing for you to say… When Jeri comes around, she’ll see that I was right about you.”

Ali’s eyes narrowed vehemently as she heard Kelly’s words. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You know just as well as I do that you’ve been trying to undermine Jeri for years,” Kelly stated matter-of-factly, “You’ve never shown her any respect, even when she took you in from the cold and gave you anything you could have ever dreamed of on a platter. You’re a detriment to stable cohesion, and your conduct tonight proves it conclusively. I’m glad that she’ll finally be able to see what I’ve been saying all this time.”

A snarl crossed Ali’s lips as she finally reached a fuller understanding of what was going on. “Why you little… What the hell have you been saying to her?”

“All I had to do was make a few subtle suggestions… Feed her a few innuendoes,” Kelly replied smugly, “She was eating out of the palm of my hand in no time. You won’t believe just how little effort it took to turn you two against each other.”

“You’re dead meat… When she finds out…”

“Finds out from whom? After the beating you’ve dished out to her tonight, after all of the malice that you’ve thrust upon her, there’s no way that she’ll think that you have anything other than hate for her. Do you honestly think that she’ll be able to ever trust a word you say after this?”

Ali was speechless – for once, she had no reply. All she could do was stand there and fume in impotent rage. She’d played right into Kelly’s hands.

Smiling in satisfaction, Kelly walked past Ali on her way to exit the ring. “Don’t forget,” she said, clearly enjoying the upper hand she now possessed, “Even though you’ve beaten her, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s still your boss. It also doesn’t change the fact that you are still, and always will be, under my thumb. I’m going to enjoy grinding my heel into your throat. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish you’d hung up your bikini when you’d had the chance.”

Smoldering silently, Ali watched as Kelly slipped through the ropes and dropped down off the apron onto the floor, making her way out up the aisle. Glancing back at Jeri, Ali snarled as she mulled over the younger brunette’s words, which had sucked all of the joy out of subjugating the vanquished blonde. One thing was clear though – she now had a war on her hands. One way or another, Ali was determined to make Kelly rue the day that she’d crossed her.