Go back to Catherine Bell vs Jeri Ryan

Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on 6/26/2008

Victory never felt so good. 

Jeri Ryan’s victory strut around the ring was the sexiest that anyone had seen in years.  Wearing her trademark red bikini, the proud blonde took her time sauntering around the perimeter, savoring every moment.  Bruised but far from beaten, she was the spitting image of a conquering heroine.  Jeri kept her arms raised in an indisputable sign of victory, pausing occasionally to show off her beautiful body to an adoring crowd.  Most telling of all, she smiled – it was a grin of absolute delight, and it never left her face.  Not only had she won her first boxing match in over a year, it had also been against her most hated rival, and by knockout no less.  It was a picture perfect finish, one that could only have been topped by a round one KO.  Perhaps also, Jeri mused, if they had been wearing black gloves instead of white… but at this point, it was a minor detail to quibble about.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jeri noticed Cat Bell starting to stir from her slumber on the canvas in the center of the ring.  The brunette lay face down on the mat in a delicious sprawl with her arms framing either side of her head.  She was starting to move her arms and legs again, but she wasn’t going to be getting up anytime soon on her own – Jeri had seen to that.  The blonde calmly returned to her corner to get her gloves removed, and then made her way over to her fallen opponent.  Her hands were placed defiantly on her hips and she had a confident smirk on her face.  It was time for her to claim her spoils.

Jeri remembered the exact feeling of her gloved fist smashing into Cat’s face.  She remembered how it felt as Cat collapsed against her, and the sensation of Cat’s face and torso dragging along the length of her body as she sank to the canvas.  These memories were still fresh, but they were good ones, and the blonde savored them completely.

Standing over the brunette, Jeri bent over and reached for her hair, stroking it for a moment.  She then reached for the band that held Cat’s ponytail together and pulled it off in one swift motion, freeing Cat’s disheveled locks.  With a firm grip in her opponent’s hair, Jeri pulled Cat up to her knees and slapped her gently on the face, intent on reviving her fully.  Despite her grogginess, Cat immediately knew what had happened once her eyes met Jeri’s.  The blonde smiled as the brunette burst into tears, and cupped her hands on both of her rival’s cheeks.

“Hey there Kitty Cat,” Jeri purred, “Looks like you got knocked the fuck out!”

Cat tried to regain her composure, but the emotional weight of her loss had sunk in and she couldn’t keep the tears from streaming down her face.  Giggling, Jeri yanked Cat to her feet and wrapped her arm around the brunette’s waist for what would certainly be the most satisfying Walk of Shame of the blonde’s career.  Cat still felt the effects of the knockout blow and stumbled as she walked, but Jeri ruthlessly pushed the pace, keeping them walking along the ropes. 

“I’m going to make you show the proper respect,” Jeri cooed as she stopped them in a corner to wave and show off her prize, “Believe me, I’m just getting started…”

 “You bitch… You fucking bitch…” Cat moaned in response.

The two ladies continued their march around the next side of the ring.  Jeri’s pageant roots were starting to show in her step as she strode proudly along.  Cat, on the other hand, staggered along like a drunk.  The blonde kept up the pace, allowing the brunette no respite and no room to recover.  Leading them to her corner, the second, Jeri paused their march once again.  She stood straight and thrust out her chest, showing off her fabulous breasts for all to see.  The pose she struck silently encouraged the audience to compare her chest to Cat’s.  Though both racks had suffered in four brief rounds, Cat’s appearance won her no converts as Jeri put her on display.  The walk soon continued to the next corner.

“Believe me, it gets worse,” Jeri whispered in Cat’s ear, “This fight’s the first, and I’m just getting warmed up… I’m going to take everything I want from you by the time I’m done with you…”

“Fuck you,” Cat mumbled, breaking down in another round of tears.

Cat’s cries were cut off as Jeri squeezed her arm tightly around the brunette’s waist.  The third corner saw a repeated display of the second, and Jeri led them on to the fourth and final corner, Cat’s.  Letting go, Jeri shoved Cat into the corner, pressing her back against the turnbuckle.  As the brunette slumped against the post, Jeri closed in, pressing her firm tits against Cat’s face.  The blonde giggled as she rubbed her chest back and forth against the pretty features of the brunette’s face.  Cat struggled meekly to escape, but Jeri’s hands pinned her wrists to the top ropes.  Time and again, Cat had been a victim of Jeri’s devastatingly effective breast smother, and now she was going to suffer the indignity once more…

…and then, Jeri relented.

The blonde lifted her chest off of the brunette’s face, and relinquished the grip on her arms.  With nothing left to keep her up, Cat slid back down to a seated position.  Standing over her with her hands once again on her hips, Jeri smiled for a moment, before finally turning away to return to her corner.

“All in due time, Cat,” Jeri purred, “All in due time.”

It took an enormous amount of willpower for Jeri to relent on her smother, but she was nonetheless satisfied as she left the brunette.  First blood was hers.