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31 May 2012 Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Olivia Munn

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JUGS OF MASS DESTRUCTION (JMD) BOUT

Posted by Jeri's Knockouts on May 31, 2012, 10:00 pm

BEFORE: Two-tiered scale brought out for the weigh-in to assess the ladies' jugs… Jennifer’s smiling proudly as she steps onto the scales in a shiny burnt orange bra and panties – she knows her rack outclasses Munn’s, knows she’s got her opponent beat in jug-weight, has absolutely nothing to fear… RUNNING TACKLE OLIVIA! Munn looking pretty in her own white bra and panties – she takes Hewitt down to the floor and yanks her hair, shaking her head back and forth while attempting to establish a straddle. Jen responds in kind, tugging Olivia off to the side with a hair hold of her own, then lashing out with cruel slaps to the face. Ladies spend about a minute rolling around on the floor attempting to mount each other while shrieking and screaming their heads off at each other before their respective retinues and officials begin to move to separate them – the results of the jug weighing remain inconclusive.

JMD champ Lacey Chabert’s secured herself a guest commentator gig for this fight, very chipper in her assessment of the two contenders from her seat at ringside: “It’s always good to see other ladies take an interest in this. Oli had a good outing in her last JMD match against Elisha Cuthbert, even though it wasn’t as thorough a destruction as the one I visited upon her… And Jen’s Jen – she’s no stranger to these competitions, and I have every confidence in her. For all the talk about me using her as my gatekeeper… What? I’m knowingly sending Jennifer into harm’s way just to see her get her chest wrecked? No, of course not… I’d never do something as wicked as that to my dear friend…” Cue innocent face and batted eyelashes.

Hewitt in black satin bra-style bikini; black gloves; hair is loose and cascades marvelously past her shoulders. Munn in white bikini with red polka dots; black gloves; hair is chin-length.

During R1: Sloppy, undisciplined stuff in the opening stanza as Hewitt and Munn throw themselves at each other. Both perhaps get a bit caught up in their eagerness to pound opposing rack and as a result their punches are wild, often landing on shoulder and bicep instead of jug or instead hitting nothing but air. Brawling is punctuated by clinches that are aggressively fought – Olivia and Jennifer tie each other arm to arm and push each other back and forth across the ring as they hug each other tightly, grinding their racks together between them. Both are seething and tempers are flaring at the bell – neither has done any real damage nor is either fighter any worse for wear.

R2: Both corners make good adjustments as Olivia and Jennifer come out for the second round more focused, engaging in a spirited two-way trade of punches. Munn relies on her uppercut, shrugging compact yet powerful punches into the overhanging ledge of Jennifer’s rack – straps of Hewitt’s bikini top are bowing out then snapping taut as her jugs are violently jostled. Jen meanwhile salts away with left and right hooks, showing good palm-down delivery, alternating as she sees fit between pounding Olivia’s tits from the outside and crisscrossing her punches to the inside. Anguished cries escape from both ladies’ lips as one is backed up by fierce punching or the other is forced to clinch to buy her rack a precious few seconds’ reprieve – neither Hewitt nor Munn are sparing each other any punishment. Late in the round, Olivia takes a page from Minka Kelly’s playbook – she palms at Jen’s shoulder with her left hand and plows into the shorter brunette’s jugs with her right. Hewitt cringes, groaning loudly as her tits are getting hammered – she’s backpedaling to the ropes but Munn’s always within arm’s reach, chopping away with one right hand after another. Late separation’s enough to earn Olivia the round: at the bell she lands one more punch just for good measure before being separated, taunting Hewitt and carrying on insufferably as Jen throbs with hurt.

R3: Hewitt coming out strong, looking to put the last round behind her. Olivia’s measuring Jen, still hoping for success with the right cross but is getting preempted as Hewitt thrusts a left jab into her right breast. Munn’s timing is off, getting bamboozled – she’s wide open when Jen’s own right cross nukes her rack, sending Olivia stumbling back on her heels. Simple task for Jen to shove Olivia into the ropes – Hewitt ERUPTS with both hands to jug! Munn’s aghast as Jennifer’s hooks slam into the outsides of her breasts without mercy… all she can do is sit and take it as Hewitt’s hup-hup-hup lefts and rights bunch up her rack! It’s all Hewitt through the middle minute as she gives it to Munn – Olivia’s slumped in the strands, trying to tie up around Jennifer’s shoulders, but she pull the other brunette in for a clinch: her chest suffers badly from Hewitt’s attention. AND MUNN BRAWLS BACK! Down the stretch, Olivia brings her gloves back up in front of her and begins to reply with one right cross, then another, and then another – Jennifer’s whining in pain as her jugs are now subject to retaliation. Munn makes it to round’s end and does well enough to avoid a shutout – at the bell her cheeks are tear-stained, but she’s defiant; Hewitt’s smoldering with fury and jug-hate but is misty-eyed as well. At ringside, Chabert’s on her feet clearly enthused by the sight: “That’s it, Jen! Pound her jugs good!”

R4: Olivia’s off her stool with seconds left in the break, marches quickly across the ring to meet Jennifer just as she’s barely out of her corner – Munn wrestles Hewitt backwards and stacks her up against the turnbuckle where she RANSACKS JENNY’S RACK! Olivia’s eyes blaze with fury as she lifts left and right uppercuts into the overhanging ledge of Hewitt’s chest, buffeting the jugs with one brutal blow after another. Jennifer’s beside herself, blinking back tears as she snivels and groans in pain… she tries to fight her way out of trouble, but it’s more like she’s pushing rather than landing solid hits… she can’t stem the flood of punches crashing into her throbbing jugs! Jennifer repeatedly clinches with Olivia desperate for relief, but she keeps getting bodied back into her corner… RIGHT HAND MUNN! There goes Olivia again, thrusting the cross into one breast and then the other, just having her way… Hewitt’s a blubbering wreck, her chest totally reduced to shambles by the ferocious assault. After the bell: Jennifer sinks to her haunches in a stupor and badly disheveled – Olivia’s standing over her, gloating and reinvigorated by Hewitt’s suffering.

R5: Shaky Hewitt as she rises to her feet at the bell – Jen’s too proud to quit, refusing to heed her corner’s advice to not come out for the 5th. Saucy smile on Olivia’s lips as she moves in for the kill – she snaps a pair of taunting left jabs tap at Jennifer’s right breast, followed by a WHALLOPING right cross to her left! Hewitt wails in agony as she stumbles forward and wraps her arms around Munn’s neck, struggling to keep her feet – the contrast between Jennifer’s ravaged rack and Olivia’s fresher pair is quite noticeable as the two are pressed together. The clinch is only a brief stay of execution: when they resume Munn is quick to push Hewitt into the ropes and scrub away with rising left and right uppercuts, pouring herself at the dregs without mercy. Hewitt’s windblown, badly battered – she falls into Munn again only slide down the entire length of Olivia’s body as she sinks to her knees. Ring the bell – Jenny’s done.

…But wait, what’s Olivia doing? She’s tugging Jennifer back up to her feet, and pushing her back into her corner… Olivia hooks Hewitt’s arms over the top ropes and is propping her upright! MUNN WANTS MORE! Vicious stuff from Olivia as she romps to jug and treats Jennifer like a punching bag – it’s totally uncalled for. Hewitt’s lolling, out on her feet as the punches continue to land – referee finally steps in and intercedes, shielding Jennifer from more harm. TKO5 Olivia Munn.

After: Olivia’s quick to get her gloves cut off and march over to Jennifer’s corner – first her JMD triumph over Elisha Cuthbert, now one over Hewitt, and she’s earned herself a shot at the diamond bra and tiara to boot – Munn’s feeling mighty proud of herself right about now.

Jennifer’s in a daze on her stool, barely had any time to be tended to when Munn roughly yanks her up to her feet and shoves her back against the turnbuckle. “Who made your tits quit, Jen?” Olivia gleefully taunts as she yanks on Hewitt’s sweat-damped locks, tugging her head back – when she gets no response she smartens up Jennifer with a cruel and loudly cracking slap across the cheek. Still no response from groggy Hewitt: Olivia clamps both hands around her quarry’s torso and squeezes with a bearhug! Jennifer sobs aloud as her breasts are crushed in their tight embrace by Olivia’s triumphant pair, prying weakly at Munn’s arms: her resistance is breaking down quickly as she’s tortured and humiliated without mercy.

Lacey’s climbed up on the apron now, looking spectacular in a white blouse and maroon skirt – she’s screaming at Olivia, shouting epithets unfit for FCBA ears as she demands Jennifer’s release, but to no avail. Munn cackles and simply tightens her bearhug, wringing another round of sobs from a nearly-broken Hewitt – she’s in total control here tonight and wants everyone to know it. Lacey scowls and clenches the ropes tightly with her hands, but won’t climb through them: no matter what her personal motives and team loyalties may be, she can’t interfere or fight Jen’s battles for her.

Hewitt’s finally pushed past the brink and howls the submission that Olivia wants to hear. Munn gleefully pulls Jen off the turnbuckle and reverses their positions, then yanks the shorter brunette’s face down into her waiting cleavage. Olivia’s right arm is wrapped securely around Jennifer’s neck while left hand cups Jennifer’s head, keeping her face buried against hot flesh. Hewitt pushes desperately at Olivia’s flanks, doing anything she can to avoid the ignominy of going out to Munn’s jugs, but there’s no escape from her hot and cushy prison.

Eventually, Jennifer’s body goes limp and her legs buckle – Olivia releases her and sends her sprawling to her back, jugs sloshing on impact. Munn plants her boot on Hewitt’s chest and points an ominous finger at Chabert as she grins from ear to ear: “You’re next!”