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2 October 2011 Title Ch Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Elisha Cuthbert

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Jennifer Love Hewitt 14.jpg Elisha Cuthbert 7.jpg

"JUGGS OF MASS DESTRUCTION" (JMD TITLE)

Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on 10/2/2011, 2:00 pm

Before: “We’re halfway there, folks!” Elisha Cuthbert says cheerfully, “To be completely honest, it’s not about proving to Jen once and for all that I’m her better. We both already know that’s true. For that matter, taking Jen’s most cherished title and crushing her hopes and dreams is just icing on the cake – the real prize is getting to pound those slutty jugs of hers. She’s in for the ransacking of a lifetime!” Hewitt’s fuming, obviously riled by Cuthbert’s comments, but keeping her cool despite the pressure now being on: “Elisha should savor every moment of triumph she gets, because there won’t be many more of them coming. JMD is my domain – I’M the one with the Jugs of Mass Destruction, not her. This ends, here and now.” Cuthbert in midnight blue bikini; tangled and loose shoulder length blonde hair; black gloves. Jennifer in silver bikini; loose hair just past her shoulders; black gloves. Both ladies arrive to the ring showing off their dueling bling of war – Elisha has her Paramount bantam belt snug around her waist with the other two draped on her shoulders, while Jennifer arrives with her JMD tiara and bra on full display.

During R1: SLUGFEST! Both ladies bound out quickly to midring, diving into each other jugs a-jumpin’. Tremendous ferocity from Elisha and Jen – neither girl does much to protect her own rack, instead focusing on pumping their fists into the other’s rack as quickly as their hand speed will allow. Combat oddly resembles a La Conquista match fought in a 20x20 foot ring instead of a 100x15 yard sand court, a back-and-forth struggle paused only when one is able to push the other back to the ropes and force a clinch. Doesn’t take long for both Hewitt and Cuthbert to be reduced to tears, as both chests suffer after a few of these engagements – more often than not, it’s Jennifer who’s in retreat, but she’s making Elisha pay for every inch in the process.

Late in the round, Hewitt has the initiative… a forceful left-right to the outside of Cuthbert’s tits draws a tortured moan from the blonde and sends her stutter-stumbling back a few steps. Jennifer comes forward, looking to pile on, and runs straight into a desperate right cross from Elisha that lands square to her right tit… Force of the blow sends HER stumbling back, and HEWITT GOES DOWN! Jen crumples to the canvas on her side, blinking back tears as the upper hand changes in a heartbeat – Cuthbert’s beaming at the sight, standing over her foe and issuing some choice taunts before the ref bodies her away. Jennifer’s up creaky at 8, and CUTHBERT’S ON HER! Elisha barrels in, rudely shoving Hewitt up into the ropes and POUNDS the brunette’s jugs without mercy. Jen’s howling with each thudding hook and every wild, undisciplined uppercut that smashes into her rack, trapped butt-in-ropes and unable to do anything but take it like a cheap tramp. Hewitt survives to the bell, but Cuthbert’s sent her a very forceful message in the first stanza.

R2: The look on their faces between rounds speaks volumes – Elisha’s grinning, encouraged by last round’s success, while Jennifer’s cringing, shaken by the punishment she’s taken thus far – both know the tide of this battle has turned. Hewitt’s up off her stool bravely, readying herself for the siege and waving Cuthbert in – Elisha bounds across the ring, eager to take this fight to Jennifer’s corner. Girls trade right hands, but Elisha immediately follows up with a thick left hook to Jennifer’s bra, drawing an anguished cry from the brunette. Again like this, and again, and again… Jen is slowly but surely starts to fall behind in the punch count over the next minute. First Elisha manages to land two short, clubbing hooks for every one that Jennifer lands… then it’s three, then it’s four… HEWITT’S UNRAVELING! Cuthbert’s eyes light up at the sight of the helpless brunette in front of her, egging her on to go after her quarry with full gusto. Jennifer’s blubbering as Elisha pounds her jugs with crisscrossed blows… She’s lost the will to go on as her tits are mercilessly compressed against her ribcage over and over again. It’s finally too much as Elisha begins to pump uppercuts into the undersides of Jennifer’s bra… Hewitt stumbles forward to clinch with Cuthbert, but only succeeds in sliding down the entire length of the blonde’s body as she sinks to her knees. Cuthbert takes a step back and lets Hewitt collapse face down onto the canvas – Elisha drinks in the sight of the brunette lying there, crying softly as she cradles her chest in her gloves, before she lifts her arms above her head and saunters away to the neutral corner. Ring the bell, folks – Jennifer’s done. KO2 Elisha Cuthbert.

After: “My jugs stopped her jugs!” Elisha gushes, “I always knew they were better, but now so does the rest of the world, and most importantly, so does Jen!”

Hewitt’s on her stool, sobbing quietly as she tries to come to terms with her loss… Jen sees Elisha bouncing towards her and finds her resolve, determined to get through this as stoically as she can:

Jen: “Get this over with… Your worst isn’t going to be nearly eno…mmph!”
Elisha: (cinching in the smother) “Shut up and breathe me in, bytch…”

Wrapping her right arm securely around Hewitt’s head and grasping the back of her head with her left hand, Elisha ruthlessly yanks Jennifer to her feet and shoves her up against the turnbuckle… Jen presses her palms against Elisha’s flanks as her face is buried in the hot skin of the blonde’s tits… She’s trying not to give Elisha the satisfaction she wants, but can’t help but struggle some, slapping her palms against Cuthbert’s torso as the confinement is starting to get to her.

Elisha is patient, shaking Jen from side to side a bit, knowing that the brunette can’t hold out forever. After a minute, she feels a shudder she’s been looking for run through Hewitt’s body… After another minute, Jennifer’s hands are starting to slide down the blonde’s body and go limp… Elisha releases and Jennifer sinks to her hands and knees, clearly in the early stages of jug shock. Grabbing her hair, Elisha leads Jennifer on all fours to midring then presses her boot against the brunette’s tush, sending her sprawling forward.

Pursuing down to the canvas, Elisha rolls Love onto her back and sits straddling the brunette’s waist. Hewitt feebly attempts to resist and try to push Cuthbert off, but Elisha grasps Jennifer’s wrists and pins them down on either side of her head as she lowers her chest down for another smother… Without her hands around Jen’s head, it’s not perfect, but it’s still adequate enough to squeeze the breaths out of her body. Hewitt’s not able to keep her composure anymore, her squeals and cries now audible, albeit muffled underneath Cuthbert’s flesh – Jennifer’s trying to buck her way free, but she doesn’t have nearly enough to do so.

After a minute and a half, Elisha lifts her chest up, assessing her handiwork – Jennifer’s gasping, head lolling on the mat as she clings to consciousness by a sliver. Elisha goes down for a third smother, securing her arms around Hewitt’s head and neck this time, squeezing like a lioness that’s got her jaws locked around a helpless antelope. Jennifer’s palms are again pressed against Elisha’s ribs, but it’s a formality at this point – her struggles wane until she goes limp and passes out once and for all beneath her blonde conqueror.

Releasing the smother and rising to her feet, Elisha poses with her foot planted firmly on Jennifer’s chest. Attendants are quick to adorn her first with the tiara and diamond bra, then to secure a bantam title belt around her waist and place the other two in each of her hands. Cuthbert smiles pretty, adorned in the amassed regalia of her championship – it’s good to be the queen.