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30 September 2011 Post Fight Brook vs Landry

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Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on 9/30/2011, 11:54 pm

Kelly Brook’s cries were music to Ali Landry’s ears. Shoved up rudely against the turnbuckle, Kelly moaned as she writhed in the hot embrace of Ali’s bearhug. Squeezing a little more tightly, Ali could feel the buxom Brit’s breasts starting to soften as they mashed together with hers, courtesy her handiwork from the final moments of their fight. Ali pressed her forehead against Kelly’s, wallowing in the younger woman’s suffering, relishing the proud front that she put up to hide her brokenhearted despair… Ali wanted desperately to savor this moment forever.

“Submit to me, Kelly,” Ali demanded as she used her arms to compress the other brunette’s torso, “I can be merciful… Recognize me as your better, and I promise I’ll put you out of your misery quickly.”

“No…” Kelly hissed through gnashed teeth.

“I told you to submit, you lousy bytch,” Ali growled with a more menacing tone of voice, “Do it… Now!”

“N… No… Never!” Kelly defiantly shouted back, “You’ll… never break me!”

Ali snarled as she failed to get the response she wanted. She released the bearhug and grabbed the hair on the back of Kelly’s head, pulling the Brit’s face down into her own cleavage. She rubbed her beautiful tits against Kelly’s face for a few seconds, before screaming in frustration as she let Kelly go a second time. Still holding onto a fistful of Kelly’s hair, Ali pulled her out of the corner and threw her down, shoving her to the canvas. Ali glared down at the younger brunette, who had rolled over and was now on her back, propped up on her elbows.

“I had such great plans for you,” Ali hissed, “I was going to make you use that slutty mouth of yours to worship every inch of my body. I was going to crush you chest to chest until your boobs popped like cheap balloons. I was going to smother you again, and again, and again… I even had smell salts on hand to wake you up each time you dozed off… Dammit! This was supposed to have been perfect!”

Kelly glared back up at her tormentor. “What are you waiting for then?”

“Fortunately for you, Jeri’s granted you a reprieve… The two of us had a heart to heart after she learned what I had in store for you, and she made me give her my word that I wouldn’t lay a hand on you… ‘Intrastable rivalries are bad for morale, Ali.’ ‘Jugging Kelly out won’t accomplish anything, Ali.’ ‘You should be a good role model and lead by example, Ali.’ Jeez… What a hypocrite.”

A smirk crossed Kelly’s face. Despite the loss she’d suffered at Ali’s hands, the younger woman had clearly recognized that she’d managed to snatch victory out from the jaws of defeat.

“Well, I hope you enjoy your spoils, while they last,” Kelly hissed, “The next time we face each other, you’ll be in for the worst night of your life. I promise you… I’m going to be the one who retires you!”

“We see about that,” Ali replied, “In the meantime, you’re going to get everything that you deserve. I hope you enjoy it.”

“What? What do you mean?!”

A cruel grin crossed Ali’s face as she averted her gaze from Kelly, looking at the woman now standing behind the younger brunette. Wearing a lacy black bra and workout tights of the same color, the newcomer grabbed a fistful of Kelly’s hair and yanked her up off her back to a sitting position. The woman then sat herself down on the canvas behind Kelly and encircled her thighs around Kelly’s midsection and locked in a scissorhold. Kelly threw her head back and howled in agony anew.

“On the other hand, I can’t be held responsible for the actions of others, can I?” Ali continued, “Loopholes are nice like that.”

“I was hoping for a more special occasion to introduce you to my babies,” Blake Lively taunted from behind Kelly, “But I suppose this’ll have to do.” The blonde placed her palms on the canvas and arched her back, adding some more leverage to her murderous thighs.

“I’m going to let you two kids get better acquainted with each other,” Ali said, her voice oozing with condescension and malice, “In the meantime, Aunt Ali’s going to go find an ice bath to relax in.”

“Hey Ali, think I should stick to the legs, or should I try and jug smother her the way you showed me?” Blake asked.

“She’s all yours, knock yourself out,” Ali replied, “Or rather, knock her out.”

“You… You won’t get away with this!” Kelly howled. The desperation in her voice was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Ali smirked as she bent forward, staring Kelly down eye to eye. “Watch me.”

With that, Ali turned around and strut sexily away from the helpless brunette and her blonde tormentor. As she slid through the ropes onto the ring apron, a beaming smile crossed Ali’s lips as she heard Kelly’s anguished scream echo across the arena.

Not perfect… But for a Plan B, not bad at all.