Jodie Sweetin vs Danielle FishelThe Jodie/Dani feud had been raging since their TGIF TV days in the late 1990s, and time had not banked the fires of their rivalry. In the latest contest between the two, they squared off in a NHB ring match, with both buxom beauties straining in white tank t-shirts (which, when sweat-soaked, plastered themselves to the chests of the girls) and Daisy Duke denims.
The long and tumultuous battle had come to this: Fishel was hung on the ropes, her arms trapped between the top and middle cables, holding her fast. The brunette struggled to pull free, but to no avail. Grinning like a piranha, Sweetin grasped the front of her foe's t-shirt and ripped it, allowing Dani's 36c's to fall free. With two such inviting targets, Jodie balled her fists and began slamming punch after punch into them, her blow thudding into the soft flesh. Hooks, crosses, uppercuts...the baneful blonde spared nothing as she made her hated rival's bust her 'speed bags'. The brunette moaned, yelped and sobbed with each punch, her strength ebbing. At this rate, it was only a question of whether Dani would submit, or else be driven unconscious from the pain.
That is, if that's how Sweetin wanted to win...which it wasn't.
Finally halting her jackhammer onslaught, the blonde now seductively pulled her own t-shirt up and off of her torso, to the cheers and whistles of the largely male crowd. Now bare chested, she stepped up to the dazed Dani and gently tilted the brunette's head up with a finger under her chin. Although Fishel's eyes were glazed, the glare of fury still shone in them. Jodie merely snickered at her helpless rival's anger, and then she said, "Why don't you take a little trip? For you it will be to dreamland, and you're going to get there by motorboat." With that, she pressed herself forward while simultaneous grabbing Fishel by the hair, pulling Dani's face between the blonde's 36d's! Still trapped in the ropes, the brunette squirmed, her muffled protests betraying her panic.
Fishel's body thrashed haplessly for some 45 seconds, slowly growing more and more limp, until finally she ceased to move altogether, and the victorious Sweetin stood in center ring, arms raised high as she accepted the cheers of the crowd.