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17 December 2011 Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Scarlett Johanasson

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WITH: NEVE CAMPBELL

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JERI'S KNOCKOUTS RANDOM WRESTLING

Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on 12/17/2011, 11:26 pm

“C’mon. It’ll be fun.”

“No! I don’t want to do it.”

“You’ll never if you like it or not unless you try…”

“What did I just say? When I tell you that I’m not going to do something, it means that I’m not going to do it.”

Neve Campbell rolled her eyes and sighed, visibly expressing her frustration for all to see. Jennifer Love Hewitt could be so intransigent at times. It’d been so long since she’d spent a significant amount of time around her former co-star and pupil that she’d forgotten just what it was like sometimes. Still, Neve couldn’t help but be reminded of their times together. Jen had been nothing but raw potential when they’d first met, but she’d nurtured the younger brunette’s interests, shown her the ropes, and eventually molded her into a fighter. A part of her couldn’t help but be proud of sight now in front of her.

The two ladies were currently on the second highest floor of a lavishly ritzy hotel in Orange County, one that was very well-regarded in certain… circles. The room they presently occupied would’ve resembled a concierge lounge at any other hotel of similar quality, except that it lacked most of the furniture, and other amenities for normally expected by business-class and wealthy travelers. About twice as wide as it was long, it sported a small bar to the left of the door with an ornate floor mirror set behind it – the few barstools provided had also been moved behind it and out of the way. To the right, on the perpendicular wall, there was a black leather couch, but aside from those furnishings the room was completely sparse. For the purposes of Neve and the other ladies present, however, that suited their needs just fine.

Standing on the sidelines by the bar, Neve set her hands on her hips – she looked fabulous in a black t-shirt and blue jeans – and gave the younger brunette an annoyed look. “C’mon, Jen. Have I ever led you astray before?”

In the middle of the room, Jennifer crossed her arms just beneath the swell of her breasts – she looked spectacular in a white string bikini – and replied with a look of exasperation at the older brunette. There was something more personal in her eyes, something that told Neve that she had good reason to be upset.

“Pamela. ’97. Mud wrestling.”

“Oh…” Clearly, Neve hadn’t expected that Jennifer would still be holding that against her. “Well, this is a sink or swim business… And you had to learn somehow-“

“Salma. ’98. JMD.”

Neve sighed. “You can’t hold that against me forever…”

“Let’s go, you stupid cow! Get off your fat ass and fight!” From the opposite side of the room, Lacey Chabert was screaming her head off. For a moment, Neve wasn’t sure if the youngest brunette – looking absolutely stunning in a white blouse and maroon pencil skirt – was making a less-than-subtle dig at her on-again, off-again rival’s weight. However, it was more likely directed at the fourth woman in the lounge that day.

Scarlett Johansson looked absolutely miserable. Still, Neve had to admit that there was something magnificent in her shabbiness…The right set of eyes would’ve appreciated the sight of her – wearing a black string bikini with gold chain connections above the cups and at the hips – as she lay sprawled out on her back at Jennifer’s feet. Her coppery red hair was damp with sweat and strewn about her beautiful face, and her body was totally still except for the rise and fall of her chest with each breath she took. The occasional moan escaped from Scarlett’s lips as she struggled and failed to regain coherence. It was clear – to Neve or anyone else who might have observed the scene – that the redhead was deep in the throes of jugshock.

Neve didn’t particularly give a damn about Scarlett one way or the other, but even this seemed excessive. Like everyone else, she’d heard the rumors about how Jen and Lacey had been putting the redhead through the ringer in the aftermath of their stable war defeat to HISC. She’d been invited today to serve as a second and witness to a smother match between Jennifer and Scarlett – at first, Neve had been issuing ten-counts as were the customary rules in these sorts of affairs, but the pointlessness of that had quickly become apparent. After securing the first breast smother Jen had never looked back, piling them on ScarJo one after another. The brunette had been consistently dominating and toying with the redhead for the better part of an hour now.

“Just do it once my way,” Neve said, still badgering Jen, “If you don’t like it, then you can finish her off your way.”

“Jeez, would you hurry up already?” Lacey shouted more emphatically, “Just put her out of her misery!”

Jennifer shot Lacey a somewhat annoyed look – she’d been enjoying her fun too much – but soon acquiesced. “Fine… if that’s what it takes to make you stop nagging me…”

Walking over the bar, the younger brunette retrieved an ammonia capsule that was delicately set aside from the ladies’ other belongings. Returning to the fallen redhead, Jennifer lowered herself to her haunches on top of her foe’s shoulders, settling herself on Scarlett with an exquisite schoolgirl pin. Snuggling her thighs and knees on either side of Scarlett’s head and pressing her crotch against the point of the redhead’s chin, Jennifer popped the capsule open and waved the smelling salt under her opponent’s nose. Scarlett gasped as she was abruptly yanked back into consciousness, groggy but quickly becoming aware of her predicament. The redhead bucked – ineffectually – a few times, but couldn’t unset the brunette from her perch.

Jennifer reached down for a fistful of Scarlett’s coppery locks as she expertly rode her opponent’s attempts to escape. “Tell me I’m better. Say it and this’ll be over quickly.”

“G… Go to hell,” Scarlett managed to cough out. Neve had to give her credit – even after all she’d been put through, the redhead still had her pride… however foolish it might be to keep clinging to it.

Chuckling cruelly, Jennifer scooted forward and settled the full weight of her backside onto Scarlett’s nose and mouth. The redhead seemed disgusted to Neve as Jen began to grind and roll on top of her, but the older brunette could tell that revulsion was quickly giving way to panic as Scarlett realized that she was being denied air. The redhead was kicking her legs with everything she had left, trying to bridge her way out, but it wasn’t nearly enough. If anything, her exertions were only hastening the end… but perhaps that was for the best. Still holding onto Scarlett’s hair, Jennifer adjusted her position a bit, making sure that her foe was getting nothing but a face full of backside, then really began to mash down, squashing out all of the redhead’s remaining resistance.

After another thirty seconds or so, Jennifer abruptly stopped and rose up onto her knees. Without a moment’s pause, the brunette whirled around and dropped her rear end down again, securing a reverse facesit. Reaching down and wrapping her hands around Scarlett’s breasts, Jennifer gave the pendulant orbs a vicious squeeze. The redhead reacted immediately, writhing helplessly beneath the brunette. Scarlett’s screams were audible even beneath her tormentor’s body – Neve could have sworn she saw a shiver of pleasure run up the length of Jennifer’s spine, almost as if she were tickled by the sensations. Encouraged, Jennifer began to rock her hips more vigorously on Scarlett’s face, starting with a slow, forceful grind before increasing her pace to rapid thrusts, still crushing the redhead’s jugs between her fingers and palms all the while.

Scarlett’s struggles were coming to an end. She was still kicking with her feet, but there was no strength behind them as they simply slid to and fro across the carpet. Finally, her body ceased to move as unconsciousness overtook her one last time. Letting go with her hands, the brunette gave each of the redhead’s jugs a short punch with the right hand, just to make sure she wasn’t playing possum. Neve watched as Jennifer sat up straight and brushed her hair back behind her shoulders, prettying herself up for the imaginary audience in her head that was almost certainly going wild at the sight of the younger brunette posing triumphantly over her defeated opponent.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that,” Neve said, smirking as she gave her once-protégé a knowing glance.

Jennifer replied with a look of her own, like that of a teenager embarrassed by her bumbling parents. “Do you really expect me to admit it if I did?”

“You know what I’d enjoy?” Lacey piped in, “Less of you swinging that giant rear end of yours around!”

Jennifer’s expression changed as she now glared death at the youngest brunette in the room. “Don’t make me come over there and shove my fist down your throat.”

“Ooohh, I’m scared,” Lacey replied, her words filled with sarcastic disdain.

Rising to her feet, Jennifer paid no more heed to Scarlett, who was lying spread-eagle at her feet. The redhead was now an afterthought as a new verbal altercation erupted between Lacey and Jennifer.

Neve smiled as she watched the two. Fond memories of times now past… Neve wouldn’t trade those years of her life for anything else.