Taking inspiration from this thread, I've decided to dust off the old creative writing hat and put it on. Giving credit where credit is due to the multitude of writers before me, I only write the words but the idea belongs to all of you. It's a great idea, a popular thread, and an awesome place. So kudos to all of you on the 26 pages before this post and beyond. I'm no expert in writing nor do I claim and this is my first real "story" posted here, so please enjoy.
That being said, somebody earlier suggested something with Jodie Sweetin in it (I believe against Danielle Fishel). While I'm sorry about the lack of Fishel in the net, I've decided to give it a go with
Jodie Sweetin vs. Danica McKellarPictures:
Danica McKellar laid on her back in a daze, still processing both the pain that was washing over her entire being and how she got to this point. The deafening roar of the crowd surrounded her and she could feel her body tense knowing what was coming. Through tears in her eyes she looked away and to the right where she was blinded by lights, catching only a glimpse of the sequin black shorts that she started off the match wearing. She felt her legs parting once again and knew a very sharp, now familiar pain was about to strike. She couldn't tense anymore, there was no more bracing for impacts. She lost count by now, was this number three or four? It didn't matter, the pain would wash away any thoughts jumbling around in her head regardless if she was right or wrong.
It was supposed to be a high class, for fun and charity event. Two celebrities, certainly not washed up but no where near in the limelight, wrestling for the crowd of rich movers and shakers who paid top price for entry. Physical training, learning the basics and how to make things look good, it actually was unscripted and going well for Danica in the beginning. It was her opponent, Jodie Sweetin, who took things much further then they should have and nobody came to help, not when Jodie hit her for the first time between the legs, not when Jodie started to strangle her, not when Jodie ripped out a chunk of her hair, and certainly not now. The crowd was in a frenzy and getting their entertainment beyond anything expected.
Danica's legs were spread open now, her dignity as a woman only holding on by a single thread as the much younger Jodie hadn't totally stripped her of her bottoms, leaving her aching crotch only thinly protected by the material of her black running underwear. It wouldn't help nor protect her this time just like the others as Jodie put her weight down on her arms, holding Danica in place on her back by her shoulders. Taking the point of aim once more, she smiled before she reared her leg back and behind her almost like a twisted yoga pose before slamming it violently forward into Danica's unprotected womanhood. Danica howled once again in pain, unable to form words and with only the strength to convulse her arms around slightly. Her fight was over, there was literally nothing left for her other then the pain reaching it's way across her entire body.
Jodie moved herself up onto Danica's hips, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her head up. She knew Danica was done, but she wanted more. "This is MY chance." she stated coldly to Danica, "People are going to remember me kicking your old ass." Jodie shook her head around before asking, "Give up you little mathlete slut."
Surprisingly, Danica didn't give her the answer she was looking for. Groggy from the pain, she managed to respond, "Screw you, druggie bitch."
Defiant, Danica however pushed the absolute right and wrong button. Jodie completely lost it at both the druggie comment and the fact that she wouldn't give up even after the beating she just took. "You fucking WHORE!" she screamed, slamming her head into the mat. "I'll make sure NOBODY forgets how I humiliated you!"
Jodie crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom of her sports bra, pulling up. While the cameras flashed white as her massive tits flopped out all she could see was red. It had turned from a beating into a humiliation as Jodie reached down and brought her arms behind Danica's head, using one arm behind her head and another firmly gripping her hair. Once she had her, she then pulled her face first up into her massive cleavage, holding her face against her sweaty skin and suffocating her inside her beyond ample bosom. Danica's muffled cries and gasps could be heard by Jodie only who reveled in the fact that her opponent's arms flailed and pushed at her effortlessly in an attempt to pull her breasts away from her face.
Danica felt darkness overcoming her mentally as Jodie's breast smother denied her oxygen, Jodie also felt Danica getting weaker and continued to whisper taunts to her. She tossed personally insulting words at her but Danica failed to hear them as her body went limp. Jodie held her opponent for a few more seconds then she should have after the victory bell sounded, it didn't matter to her at this point. Letting Danica fall to the floor, she slowly stood up and over her now sleeping, limp opponent before bending over and pulling her sequin top off, allowing Danica to have one last humiliation by exposing her "inferior" breasts to the world.
"Look at those tits." she stated coldly to her unconscious opponent while reaching down for her sports bra. "Pathetic in every way. I guess that makes them perfect for you, bitch." She slid her Sports Bra on over her massive cleavage before cruelly kicking Danica's exposed breast and laughing. She then turned, pandered to the crowd, and basked in the limelight of victory.