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30 December 2012 Title Ch Lacey Chabert vs Christina Ricci

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JMD ("Jugs of Mass Destruction") Title

Posted by Jeri's Knockouts (Sim Results) on December 30, 2012, 4:57 pm

BEFORE: “Christina Ricci? Who’s that?” Lacey Chabert asks prefight. Press conference takes on an almost comically unbelievable tone to it as the reigning JMD Queen stops the proceedings and makes officials explain who her challenger is and then point her out in the room before taking more questions, even as Chrissy is standing right next to her. Genuine ignorance or an extremely well-acted show of disrespect? Either way, Ricci is quite nonplussed about it as she takes the podium: “Our ‘beloved’ champion has been trying to cow us all entirely on reputation alone, and frankly that’s starting to get old. This time, she’s got a real fight on her hands, and once I’m through with her that precious reputation is all that she’s going to have left!” Ricci in a single-strapped purple top that bares her right shoulder; Chabert in a yellow string bikini; black gloves for both.

During R1-3: Three straight rounds of busy, hardworking slugging as Chabert and Ricci are neck and neck as they each fight to gain superiority over the other. These three stanzas are marked by high-volume exchanges of punches, mainly in midring, as each brunette behaves as though she can win simply by throwing more punches than her opponent. Remarkably however, neither is able to seriously hurt the other during these rounds – ironically, it may just come down to who can be busier and land clean connects more frequently. Lacey and Chrissy hold nothing in reserve, as energetic and crowd-pleasing action is punctuated by energetic and fiercely competitive clinches as they struggle for ring control. Lacey takes the first and third round while Chrissy takes the second, all three being decided in extremely close fashion.

R4: After nine hard and busy minutes of nonstop brawling and punishment to jug, something’s finally gotta give – exchange of punches sees Chabert swipe the outsides of Ricci’s rack with a pair of hooks while Ricci shrugs two uppercuts into the overhanging ledge of Chabert’s bikini top a split second later and LACEY STAGGERS BACK HURT! Chabert blinking back tears as she tries not to yield, but her legs can’t hold canvas as Chrissy barrels in both guns blazing! Crowd is on its feet as the JMD Queen’s breasts get bunched up and violently jostled by a steady stream of punches – Lacey whines as she’s beaten back in stages to the ropes by a hungry challenger. Ricci grinning, savoring the look of distress on Chabert’s face and every pained cry that escapes her lips… she’s throwing uppercuts almost nonstop with both arms, either hammering jug or bashing at Lacey’s arms when she tries to cover up… BUT LACEY BRAWLS BACK! Chabert firming up as the round enters the final minute, stubbornly trading short and compact blows with Chris – Ricci grimacing, squeals aloud as her chest suffers at Lacey’s hands. It’s not enough to turn back the tide, but it’s enough to allow Chabert to avoid a shutout. Bell: Christina breathing hard as she chests up against Lacey, pressing their jugs together and stacking the Queen up against the ropes, smiling insufferably in her triumph; Chabert glares back sullen, clearly displeased to be on the receiving end of such a taunt.

R5: Both ladies out of their corners quick, rushing to meet each other in midring – Lacey and Chrissy climb into each other’s trunks and go to work belting opposing jug without restraint. Lots of hooks and half-hook-half-uppercuts in Ricci and Chabert’s arsenals: they fight practically forehead to forehead and fit punches into the narrow space between them. Lots of energy being expended by the pair as they circle and collide with each other, both having their moments – one will be buffeted backwards by a particularly harsh blow only to dive right back into the fray mere seconds later. Down the stretch Ricci is harmed by a snapping left-right to her chest… Christina stumbles forward and tries to reestablish cauldron, but Lacey won’t have it! Chabert reaches out with the left and pushes Ricci back by the shoulder, then pounds offending rack with both fists, squirming and shoving Chrissy away to prevent being tied up. Ricci in full retreat for the first time in the fight as Chabert scrubs away for points – girls are visibly weary but defiant as they return to their corners at the bell.

R6: Ricci looking tired and achy as she’s slow off her stool… it takes an eager Chabert only seconds to bound across the ring and drive her back into her corner. Fight can be measured in inches as Chrissy slides sideways trying to get out into open ground, but Lacey’s all over her smothering and smearing her against the strands. Lacey with her head down, eyes locked on Chrissy’s pained facial expressions as she takes jug with straight and crisscrossed uppercuts – she’s ransacking Ricci’s rack! Christina trying to clinch, tie Lacey up, or just cross her arms and cover up her chest, but it’s no use as she’s repeatedly stacked, shoved, and just plain bullied into the ropes… Bell to bell dominating shutout for Chabert leaves Ricci THROBBING and in tears.

R7: EXHAUSTION! Nobody was expecting a JMD fight to go this long, and energy management has been nonexistent thus far – Chabert and Ricci totter out to meet each other and fall into a series of sloppy and fatigued clinches. Both fighters taking this round off, trying to rally their reserves, but let’s not kid ourselves: at this point it’s all about willpower and who wants it more.

R8: Fatigued battlers helped off of their stools, pushed out of their corners as the fight continues onward. Lacey and Chrissy are mouthbreathing, carrying gloves at waist-high and looking all around destitute as they come together for more mindless action, throwing punches come in tired single shots and one-twos. Chabert wills herself along, the sound of Chrissy’s cries buoying her as she coaxes her tired arms to throw just one more punch… Ricci blinks back tears, fighting purely on instinct now as she’s only half-aware of Lacey’s anguished groans. Midway through, the stalemate is broken by an uppercut plowing into the overhanging ledge of left jug – it’s Chabert who screams aloud as her breast explodes in pain. Ricci’s eyes light up in recognition and in spite of her weariness pours both of her fists at the same tit. Steady retreat for Lacey as pitched battle suddenly turns into a rout… her dukes are up but her arms are too far apart to protect her chest properly… there’s nothing she can do to save her rack from getting pillaged. Grim final minute for Chabert fans as her back hits the corner turnbuckle: she’s sobbing openly as Ricci’s fists hammer both jugs with nothing coming back, baring her throat as the abuse is simply overwhelming her. Slowly but surely her head is starts to loll, her gloves sink down to her hips and her body begins to relax as it slumps against the turnbuckle padding: she’s all but out at the end of the round. Bell: Chrissy beams in delight as she hugs her body against her opponent’s and presses their jugs together, then leans forward to give her a quick peck of disrespect on the lips; Lacey’s half-asleep, not even cognizant of what’s going on.

R9: Chabert’s corner does its best to restore their girl during the break, but despite their efforts there’s not much to say beyond the fact that Lacey’s able to rise off her stool under her own power. Chrissy’s on her immediately, throwing all her reserves into knocking Lacey out as she senses the champion collapsing… first minute is nothing but Ricci on Chabert violence as Lacey is pressed into the ropes, her voice an almost unending stream of groans and squeals as her jugs are pounded relentlessly. Chrissy finally drives a powerful right cross into Lacey’s left breast and CHABERT GOES DOWN! The first knockdown of the night finally comes as Lacey collapses face down on the canvas, gloves underneath her torso, sobbing as the punishment at last is too much for her to take. Ricci weary but happy as she makes her way to the neutral corner, relieved and a bit delighted to have vanquished her opponent at last. LACEY BEATS THE COUNT! Chrissy’s hollow eyes are filled with disbelief as she watches Chabert push herself to her feet and narrowly avoid the KO at 9.8 – she marches slowly across the ring to finish what she started. Lacey leaning back against the ropes for support, cringing and crying out as Chrissy lays siege, but even though she’s not punching back Lacey isn’t giving way either. Ricci, by contrast, seems to be slowing down and running out of steam as her rate of punches drops steadily over the last minute. A trio of unbelievably well-timed clinches by Chabert seals it: Chabert survives to the bell while Ricci uses up the last of her reserves but comes up short.

R10: Ricci is a shadow of the woman who climbed through the ropes at the start of the night as she wearily rises off her stool – Chrissy stands in her corner, gloves at waist height and too exhausted to do much more beyond that. Chabert similarly drained but still hungry for more as she advances menacingly on her quarry. Ricci pressed back into the turnbuckle with nowhere to go, cringing as a series of short left jabs pump into her right breast… Lacey POUNDS Chrissy’s left breast with a gobsmacking right cross! Ricci sobbing aloud as she crumples forward for a clinch, but Lacey won’t have it! Chabert pushing her back, stacking her up and draping her arms over the top ropes before going to town with unrestrained left and right hooks to the tits. Ricci baring her throat, totally helpless at this point… it’s enough for the ref to step in and bring her valiant struggle to an end. TKO10 and STILL JMD champion… Lacey Chabert.

After: Heartbreak for Christina as she’s tended to on her stool – the fight took so much out of her and she came so close to dethroning Chabert, but in the end it’s all for naught. She’s only dimly aware of the queen’s presence looming over her as Lacey comes over for tribute; she’s got nothing left in her to stop the other brunette from taking what she wants.

Lacey’s eyes are so full of malice as she takes a good grip of Chrissy’s hair and tugs her forward off the seat, spilling her to all fours; it’s a short walk to midring where Lacey pulls Chrissy up to a kneeling position and moves in behind her. Cupping both hands underneath Ricci’s chin, Chabert pulls back so that Chrissy is looking skyward; she then bends down and drapes her battered but triumphant breasts over her vanquished opponent’s face, pushing down with her chest for a standing smother.

Poor Chrissy! She’s already badly drained, too weak to do anything other than meekly grab at Lacey’s wrist with her right hand. This lasts only about a minute as Chabert’s hulking rack deprives her of air – before long it relaxes and falls limp at her side to match the other arm. However, Lacey releases before Chrissy goes completely out; she lets Ricci fall forward to the canvas before dropping down to push her onto her back and straddle her.

“Chrissy? Can you hear me? Look at me,” Lacey says as she cups Ricci’s cheeks with both hands, “This is the last time that you ever get to touch my tits. Are you ready? I hope you are.”

Without another word, Lacey bends forward and again presses her jugs into Chrissy’s face while her arms secure a reverse sleeper grip… She squeezes tightly, pouring everything that she has left into this second smother, purring as she relishes the sensations of Chrissy’s face nuzzled up against her chest and of Chrissy’s body writhing beneath her own. A soft moan is barely audible from within the hot confines of Lacey’s cleavage as her heavy flesh muffles the sounds of Chrissy’s protests – she pays it no mind as she continues to crush the breath out of her would-be usurper.

Finally, Ricci’s body relaxes as unconsciousness claims her. Lacey rises to her feet and plants her foot down on Chrissy’s right breast as the crown and diamond bra are affixed to her body – the queen is always a magnificent sight in her full glory.