Jessica Simpson vs Courtney Stodden
Each chop of the edge of Courtney's hand to Jessica's check cracked resoundingly through the penthouse, sweat flying from Simpson's reddening skin as she grunted with every blow. With every impact also, the blonde's breasts danced wildly in the cups of her bra, threatening to pop out as she was driven backward by the barrage.
But nearly as bad as the painful judo chops were was the braying voice of her tormentor, with that husky chuckle. It burned in Jessica's ears, and she longer to clamp her hands around Stodden's throat and choke her into silence. Unfortunately, it was all that the exhausted Simpson could do to not collapse in exhaustion to the carpet, so hopes of a counter-attack were fanciful, at best.
Simpson's retreat is abruptly halted as her back presses up against the wall. Now Courtney really goes to town, unleashing a flurry of chops that do succeed in liberating Jessica's battered 32D's from their fabric harness. Finally halting her attack, panting hard from the exertion, Stodden grabs her opponent's hair, pulls her head forward a bit, and then slams the back of Jessica's skull into the wall, leaving Simpson glassy-eyed and moaning.
The spectators were astounding by the violent tableau unfolding before them. Courtney was a relative newcomer to celebrity catfighting, while Jessica was a long-established fighter. Stodden wasn't expected to give her more experienced adversary too much trouble, but she shocked everyone, most of all Jessica, by very nearly dominating the match. Try as she might, Simpson was unable to hold control for long, as Courtney brilliantly countered her moves and overwhelmed Jess with her relentless offensives. Now, the younger fighter was ready to ring down the curtain on this battle, and establish herself as the new rising force in the elite fighting club.
With Jessica still dazed and leaning upright against the wall, Courtney sauntered over to the opposite side of the room, giving her hips plenty of swish so as to make clear her complete confidence. Reaching the far end of the room, she slips off her bikini halter, unleashing her own 32D's. With a wicked half-smirk on her face, she suddenly charges across the length of the room; as she draws within a few feet of the stunned Simpson, Stodden leaps up, delivering an aerial bodysplash to her helpless target. Jessica is caught between the proverbial two boulders and a hard place as Courtney's 'girls' slam like twin wrecking balls into Simpson's own; Jess gives a loud gasp of anguish, but as Courtney steps aside, she does not fall. Eyes vacant, the blonde stumbles forward drunkenly a few steps, then sinks to her knees with a whining moan. Stepping behind her kneeling opponent, Courtney yanked Jessica's head back and leaned down, teardropping her breasts over the upturned face of her rival, the sweat that soaked the skin of both women helping to form a seal that keeps air out. Simpson gives a muffled grunt and her arms flail a bit, but quickly enough her arms go limp. Stodden releases her foe, and Simpson slumps forward, battered and smothered into complete unconsciousness.
With her foot, Courtney pushes Jessica over onto her back, then plants that foot on the heaving chest of the beaten battler while Stodden raises her arms in triumph, beaming a smile and guffawing a laugh of victory.
