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“Get up.”

The irritation in Jennifer Love Hewitt’s voice was plain as day. She had just won the JMD championship for the second time, a feat that had eluded her since almost the inception of the title. She’d brutally destroyed Jessica Simpson, the rival who had probably cost her more than any other opponent in her career. Yet, instead of getting to enjoy the fruits of her labor, Jennifer was sitting astride Jessica’s waist, watching as Lacey Chabert had her way with the blonde. Jennifer pushed her hand against Lacey’s shoulder, emphasizing her point.

Lacey shot Jennifer an annoyed glare as she continued to lay on her belly by Jessica’s head with her heavy breasts pressed down against the blonde’s face. The younger brunette occasionally lifted one foot into the air, sometimes kicking it up and down with the other as she savored every moment of smothering Jessica into oblivion. Her pose, and the situation in general, reminded Jennifer of a spoiled teenaged girl lying on a bed as she ignored her parents, or of an overpampered model posing on a beach for a photoshoot.

Lacey certainly acted like one of the two as she did her best to ignore Jennifer and continue to breast smother Jessica. “I’m not done with her yet.”

“She’s mine. Get off,” Jennifer commanded tersely.

With a roll of her eyes, Lacey finally acquiesced. She pulled her chest up off of Jessica’s face and sat up on her haunches. Jessica was barely conscious and clearly suffering from jugshock. She moaned softly and sucked in the air that had been denied to her, but otherwise lay still beneath her two brunette subjugators. Lacey gave the blonde a short punch to the face, trying to bring her around for another round of smothering, and then stood to make room for Jennifer.

For a moment, Jennifer stared down at her quarry, anticipating the feeling of having Jessica’s face trapped against her breasts. Other thoughts, though, came to her mind as she glanced up and saw Lacey hovering over the two of them. Rising to her feet, Jennifer walked up to Lacey and caressed her hands across the younger brunette’s face.

“Listen to me, Lacey,” Jennifer said, “I’m going to tell you something very important. Are you listening to me?”

Lacey nodded with a perplexed look on her face. She seemed to be confused by the serious tone of Jennifer’s voice. The uncertainty was immediately dispelled, however, when Jennifer pulled her hand back and smashed a hard right cross across Lacey’s jaw. Lacey groaned as the blow violently snapped her head sideways, and she stumbled backwards, legs buckling as she collapsed against the ropes.

Marching forward, Jennifer captured Lacey and shoved her new quarry into a corner. With a look of cold determination on her face, Jennifer pushed Lacey roughly against the turnbuckle and, wrapping her arms around the younger brunette’s head, pulled Lacey’s face into her cleavage and began to squeeze. Still groggy from the sucker punch, Lacey immediately began to thrash as the hot confines of Jennifer’s breasts began to sap her of her oxygen. She tried to push against Jennifer’s torso with her hands and fight her way out of the corner, but Jennifer merely responded by slamming her right knee into Lacey’s thighs – first the right leg, then the left, and then the right again. Jennifer’s goal was not to hurt Lacey – the blows were aimed at stifling Lacey’s resistance – she wanted Lacey to suffer the humiliation of being jug smothered by her older rival.

After 30 seconds and the three knee lifts, Lacey had ceased to push with any significant amount of force. After a minute, Lacey had wrapped clasped her hands around Jennifer’s back as she struggled to stay on her feet. After two minutes, Lacey’s legs were starting to buckle. It was then that Jennifer released the smother and shoved Lacey back into the corner. Propped up by the turnbuckle, Lacey gasped as she tried to recover from the debilitating hold. Jennifer allowed herself a small smirk as she stepped in and wrapped her arms around Lacey’s waist, hugging her.

“Are you listening to me, Lacey?” Jennifer asked as she pressed her forehead against Lacey’s, “I’m tired of you riding my coattails. Listen to me, Lacey – You’re not going to be taking any more of what’s mine… I’m in charge now, not you.”

“You bitch,” Lacey gasped, “After all the girls I shared with you… Bell… Hayek...”

“What, you thought that made us friends?” Jennifer replied.

The older brunette smirked as she saw the look in her younger girl’s expression – though relations between the two of them still weren’t great, and even though neither was anywhere near willing to admit that they got along in any way, things were still better than they had been before. Lacey’s face clearly showed a mixture of despair and rage at being betrayed – the knife had cut deep, and it hurt.

Jennifer contemplated toying with Lacey some more, but she had other, bigger fish to fry. Releasing the hug, she let Lacey slump against the turnbuckle and once again moved to breast smother her.

“I’ll get you,” Lacey moaned, “I swear to God, I’m gonna make you pay…”

“Maybe,” Jennifer replied, “but not here, and not today you won’t.”

Jennifer snaked her hands through Lacey’s hair and, securing a tight grip, once again pulled Lacey’s face down into the hot embrace of her jugs. Adjusting her hold, Jennifer smiled as she pressed Lacey into the corner. She relished the feeling of Lacey’s hot breath against her skin and of the small motions Lacey’s face made against her orbs. Lacey pressed her palms against Jennifer’s belly and hips – the only resistance she could muster at this point – but soon her arms went limp and these slid down before falling off of Jennifer’s thighs, leaving her hands dangling between them.

Jennifer felt Lacey go past the point of no return as unconsciousness claimed her. She let her younger rival go, allowing her to slide by and collapse insensate in a heap on the canvas. Smiling as she stood over her, Jennifer planted her foot on Lacey’s ribs and gave her a good shove, rolling her out of the ring and off of the apron. Jennifer watched for a moment with glee as Lacey sprawled out to the floor below, but quickly turned her attention back to matters inside the ring. Jessica was starting to come around – as she sauntered over to the blonde and straddled her waist, Jennifer giggled in delight at the prospect of devastating her rival with one jug smother after another. Sooner or later, FCBA security would come around to break it up, but until then, she was free to take everything that she wanted…