Posted by Lacey Chabert on 8/10/2007, 8:20 pm.

Alyson Hannigan‘s enchanted evening was over. In one short minute she had been reduced from aspiring contender to broken wreckage, Now, her hopes and dreams about the outcome of the fight were soon about to become a terrifying nightmare.

Taking in the sight of her beaten opponent, Lacey Chabert couldn’t stop smiling. On her stool in the corner, Alyson was in shambles. Her arms were draped over the top middle ropes for support, and she sat slumped with her upper back against the turnbuckle. She was only able to keep her head up straight with the greatest of effort, and it lolled unsteadily from side to side, occasionally falling back against the turnbuckle as well. Aly was covered in a sheen of seat, and her damp hair hung unglamorously across her puffy face. All of the luster was gone from her once shiny blue stain bras and panties, and the aches and pains throughout her body were clear. A simply put, Alyson had been thoroughly used up.

It was time for the victor to takes her spoils, Hovering menacingly over her seated foe, Lacey reached under Alyson’s arms and hauled her up to her feet, leaving her hanging with her arms now over the top rope. Alyson whined and mumbled something that sound ed like the word “No”, but she was clearly no coherent enough to seriously resist.

Wrapping her arms around Alyson’s back, Lacey tightened her grip and pulled herself close to her prey, mashing her big and pristine jugs against Aly’s smaller, ransacked pair. Alyson found enough strength to let out a loud and tortured cry as her breasts were engulfed and crushed in Lacey’s tight embrace. Her face fell against the younger brunettes shoulder and she began to sob, not only from the pain, but from her feelings of helplessness and the anguish of defeat. All the while, Lacey smiled, She lived for moments like these.

“So, I’m just another ‘bra’ to you, huh?” Lacey taunted, “Another ‘trophy-win’. Well, how does my bra feel now, you worthless tramp? I’m not a trophy-win now, am I?”

Lacey finally relinquished her earmuff after what must have been one of the most agonzing minutes in Alyson’s life. She then grabbed he top ropes on either side of her foe’s body for leverage and pulled herself in close again. This time, her jugs were thrust straight into Alyson’s face. Alyson moaned in useless protest as Lacey playfully slapped her face on them, the weight of her heavy orbs and the abrasive fabric of the bra that held them only adding to her misery. Before long, Lacey was pressing her breasts fully against Alyson’s face, trapping the redhead in her hot, sweaty, and air-stealing cleavage, The brunette tortured her victim in an extraordinarily sexy fashion, alternately lifting her chest off the redhead’s face and mashing it fully against the redhead’s once-pretty features. All Alyson could do was squirm as her moments of freedom progressively grew shorter and her period os imprisonment grew longer. Finally, Lacey wrapped both of her arms around the back of Alyson’s head and held on tightly, intending to finish her off.

“You’re finished, b###h,” Lacey taunted without a trace of doubt in her voice, “Time for you to go to sleep…”

Then, the unexpected happened. A firm hand latched onto lLcey’s shoulder and wretched her away from her quarry. Lacey scowled as she watched Alyson, only moments away from certain unconsciousness, free from her clutches and gasping in the air that had been denied to her. Lacey growled menacingly as she turned to face whoever had been both rude and foolish enough to interrupt her fun. She didn’t expect it to be anyone from HISC--no matter what solidarity they might’ve had with Alyson, they had more important things on their mind that night. Maybe Hayden Panettiere was stupid enough to force her hand earlier than expected….

Instead, Lacey found herself face to face with Jennifer Love Hewitt. The older brunette, dressed fabulously in a black silk blouse and tan Capri pants, was clearly unimpressed by the look of the smirk on her face.

“Having fun, are we?” Jennifer asked sarcastically.

“Can’t you see that I’m busy?” Lacey retorted with an angry glare, “Go away.”

“You call that a breast smother?” Jennifer continued dryly. “That’s the most pathetic smother I’ve ever seen. If Aly’s begging you to stop, it’s because she doesn’t want an amateur like you putting her under.”

“I told you to get away!” Lacey said with her voice raised even more, “She’s mine, and I’m going to do what I want with her!”

With a b###hy grin on her face, Jennifer shoved Lacey aside and stepped towards Alyson, sauntering towards the helpless redhead Without a word of warning, Jennifer ripped open her blouse, buttons showering everywhere as her own hulking rack was proudly displayed in a black satin bra. The older brunette smiled to herself as she wrapped her hand around Alyson’s damp skull and pulled the redhead’s face into her cleavage.

“Let me show you how it’s supposed to be done, Jennifer said venomously, her words directed as much to Alyson as they were to Lacey.

For a moment, Lacey stood there in stunned silence as she watched Jennifer smother Alyson unconscious. It took her a moment to realize what had more quickly become obvious to everyone else--Jennifer had stolen her smother!

“Hey…Hey! She’s mine!” Lacey protested, “Get off of her!”

Lacey grabbed at Jennifer’s shoulders and tried to pry her away, but it was no use. The bigger brunette held on tightly, and before long she had cradled Alyson to sleep. Lacey finally pulled Jennifer away, but only because Jennifer had willingly relinquished Aly, letting the spent redhead collapse face down on the canvas.

“What the hell?” lacey screamed. “How dare you take that!”

Turning back to face her erstwhile rival, Jennifer stared her down face to face rssing her jugs against Lacey’s.

“Are you going to do something about it?” Jennifer asked with a smug grin on her face. As Lacey simmered quietly without a response. Jennifer giggled, “I thought so.”

Jennifer thrust her chest forward, sending Lacey stumbling back a step and sauntered past her out of the ring without another glance back at the scene.

Watching her go and feeling suddenly both humiliated and insignificant, Lacey snarled and clenched her fist tightly. Jennifer had won this round, and upped the ante significantly.

“Just you wait b###h,” Lacey muttered to herself, “I’m gonna make you pay!”

Reposted by Archer 1/8/13.