AHW: Kelly Packard vs Nicole Eggert (Retro Shirts and Skins)
Dec 6, 2023 4:54:19 GMT -6
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Post by countrymouse on Dec 6, 2023 4:54:19 GMT -6
Note: This is an unofficial fight set in 1998. I wrote it as a pre-fight to their actual match at the Way Back Event in February. Was also trying some new things with AI writing.
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Nicole Eggert vs Kelly Packard
It was a glamorous evening at the Hollywood gala, where elegant gowns, flashing cameras, and the chatter of industry insiders filled the atmosphere. Among the dazzling crowd were two former TV stars, Kelly Packard and Nicole Eggert. Both were renowned for their stunning looks and talent, and this night they were determined to make an impression.
Kelly appeared captivating in a figure-hugging black dress that accentuated her well-known curves. She gracefully navigated the sea of guests, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she mingled with directors and producers, aspiring to secure her next significant role.
Meanwhile, Nicole donned a little black dress that showcased her toned legs as she moved through the crowd with equal poise. Her smile attracted attention from all corners of the room, drawing camera flashes.
However, as the night unfolded, a growing tension simmered between the two starlets. Their history had been one of competition, constantly vying for the same roles and endorsements, and this evening was no exception.
"Packard."
"Eggert."
"I must say, you look absolutely stunning tonight."
"Oh, Kelly, you're still the ultimate '90s nostalgia queen, aren't you? People still talk about those Baywatch days."
"Oh, those red swimsuits from your Baywatch days were so iconic. I guess I was just lucky to follow in your footsteps."
"Yes, Kelly, you certainly knew how to stretch out my iconic red swimsuit, didn't you?"
“It's incredible how you manage to stay relevant, Nicole.”
“I’ve always admired your… longevity.”
“You're just jealous of my success, Nicole!”
“Success? You’ve spent your entire career in a bikini! You don’t even get speaking parts!"
“You wouldn’t know talent if it…”
A sharp, echoing sound filled the room as Kelly's palm met the side of Nicole’s face!
“You... you...” Nicole's cheek throbbed with a searing burn, her fingertips gingerly exploring the stinging skin.
Kelly turned, intending to make her hasty exit, but before she could take a single step, Nicole seized her by the arm. Kelly wrenched herself free with a forceful tug, but the delicate fabric of her dress couldn't withstand the sudden movement. With a resounding rip, the sleeve of her dress tore down to her wrist.
“Wait, Kelly, I didn’t mean to!” Nicole's voice trembled with regret. Ignoring Nicole's pleas, Kelly's hands found the shoulders of Nicole's dress. With a fierce yank, she tore down the sleeves, leaving Nicole's arms bare.
“Eek!” Nicole's mouth fell open, aghast. “Oh my God, my dress! Do you know how much this cost?” Her fingers gripped Kelly’s dress firmly. She tore outward.
Riip! A collective gasp of astonishment surged through the audience as Kelly's ample cleavage was unveiled, cradled by a lacy bra that seemed a size too small. Kelly’s embarrassment deepened, her eyebrows furrowing, and her chin trembling as a vivid blush tainted her cheeks. “This is unbelievable!”
"You're gonna pay for that, Eggert!" With pure rage in her voice, Kelly savagely tugged at the front of Nicole's blouse. Buttons burst like a machine gun firing, and the top surrendered, sliding off Nicole's shoulders.
“What have you done?” Nicole's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her blue eyes widening as her lips parted in astonishment. The shredded blouse now draped awkwardly from Nicole's arms and waist, the lace of her bra struggling to maintain its composure, as the torn fabric exposed the soft, inviting expanse between her breasts.
Her jaw clenched with frustration, unable to reconcile the loss of her dress with how her night had begun. It was a bewildering turn of events, and she couldn't fathom how everything had spiraled out of control so rapidly. “b*tch!” Nicole spat, her brows furrowed. Nicole's fingers clutched the thigh slit of Kelly's skirt, she pulled with all her might, feeling the fabric give way with a resounding rip.
“Oh no!” The skirt spiraled away from her waist, spinning Kelly about as her striking and statuesque pins were revealed in all their glory. With a panicked gasp, Kelly's blue eyes flickered across the room, capturing the appreciative smirks of producers, directors, and fellow actors.
Hollywood's dual bombshells, with mile-long legs and wasp waists, were reduced to standing in their bras and panties that could barely contain them, among the industry's elite. Their faces flushed crimson with embarrassment, and they frantically attempted to conceal their thighs and breasts with their hands, their uncertain gazes darting around the room, searching for a way out of this humiliating predicament.
Determined to embarrass Kelly further, to humiliate her in front of this captivated audience.
Nicole wrestled with the back clasp of Kelly's bra. The clasp rustles as her hands trembled with the effort, and beads of sweat formed on her brow. Kelly, felt the telltale tug at her bra, Without hesitation, she pivoted on her heels.
THUD! Her knuckles met the soft and vulnerable flesh of Nicole’s belly. The supple skin offered no resistance, yielding to the fist as it drove through. Nicole's lips parted in a silent scream as her body absorbed the impact, so hard that she could not have possibly been ready for it.
“Ugh!” Nicole gasped, the sudden impact ripping the air from her lungs, her chest heaving in a desperate attempt to inhale. It felt like a vacuum, mercilessly robbing her of oxygen. For a moment, the world blurred as she struggled to grasp her situation. Each gasp was a battle, each inhalation a painful reminder of the relentless pain that coursed through her body.
Nicole's arms flailed, and she stumbled, desperately trying to maintain her balance. The party cake loomed in her vision, and she made a feeble attempt to veer away from it. However, the intense pain in her stomach disrupted her coordination.
SPLAT! She collided with the cake headfirst, her body contorting as she careened through it like a ragdoll, her momentum unchecked. The cake offered no resistance as Nicole crashed into it. Layers of moist sponge cake and velvety frosting gave way beneath her forceful impact, and she was swallowed by the sweet confection.
Through the buzzing in her ears, Nicole could discern Kelly's laughter, which was soon joined by the raucous cheers of the crowd. She hastily spat out a fragment of confectionery, wiping her eyes clean with one hand and pushing her disheveled hair back with the other. “You're a mess, Nicole!”
Kelly's laughter turned into a surprised yelp as she slipped on the frosting-covered floor, landing unceremoniously on her backside. Nicole managed to regain her feet, covered in a sugary mess of frosting and cake and frantically tried to wipe her face and cleavage clean. The squelchy, sticky noises of her fingers against the frosting could be heard, the soft gasps of frustration as she struggled to remove the mess. Nicole then redirected her focus to her adversary. "That's it, Kelly! I'm going to kick your ass!"
“That's enough, girls!” The girls found their legs and squared off again. But at that moment, their managers stepped in and pulled their half-naked clients away from each other as they kicked their bare legs and screamed at each other. “Save it for later!”
The show was over for now, and the starlets were ejected from the event and driven home. The next morning, the managers got together with FCBA authorities and set up an official boxing match between Nicole Eggert and Kelly Packard.
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Nicole Eggert vs Kelly Packard
It was a glamorous evening at the Hollywood gala, where elegant gowns, flashing cameras, and the chatter of industry insiders filled the atmosphere. Among the dazzling crowd were two former TV stars, Kelly Packard and Nicole Eggert. Both were renowned for their stunning looks and talent, and this night they were determined to make an impression.
Kelly appeared captivating in a figure-hugging black dress that accentuated her well-known curves. She gracefully navigated the sea of guests, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she mingled with directors and producers, aspiring to secure her next significant role.
Meanwhile, Nicole donned a little black dress that showcased her toned legs as she moved through the crowd with equal poise. Her smile attracted attention from all corners of the room, drawing camera flashes.
However, as the night unfolded, a growing tension simmered between the two starlets. Their history had been one of competition, constantly vying for the same roles and endorsements, and this evening was no exception.
"Packard."
"Eggert."
"I must say, you look absolutely stunning tonight."
"Oh, Kelly, you're still the ultimate '90s nostalgia queen, aren't you? People still talk about those Baywatch days."
"Oh, those red swimsuits from your Baywatch days were so iconic. I guess I was just lucky to follow in your footsteps."
"Yes, Kelly, you certainly knew how to stretch out my iconic red swimsuit, didn't you?"
“It's incredible how you manage to stay relevant, Nicole.”
“I’ve always admired your… longevity.”
“You're just jealous of my success, Nicole!”
“Success? You’ve spent your entire career in a bikini! You don’t even get speaking parts!"
“You wouldn’t know talent if it…”
A sharp, echoing sound filled the room as Kelly's palm met the side of Nicole’s face!
“You... you...” Nicole's cheek throbbed with a searing burn, her fingertips gingerly exploring the stinging skin.
Kelly turned, intending to make her hasty exit, but before she could take a single step, Nicole seized her by the arm. Kelly wrenched herself free with a forceful tug, but the delicate fabric of her dress couldn't withstand the sudden movement. With a resounding rip, the sleeve of her dress tore down to her wrist.
“Wait, Kelly, I didn’t mean to!” Nicole's voice trembled with regret. Ignoring Nicole's pleas, Kelly's hands found the shoulders of Nicole's dress. With a fierce yank, she tore down the sleeves, leaving Nicole's arms bare.
“Eek!” Nicole's mouth fell open, aghast. “Oh my God, my dress! Do you know how much this cost?” Her fingers gripped Kelly’s dress firmly. She tore outward.
Riip! A collective gasp of astonishment surged through the audience as Kelly's ample cleavage was unveiled, cradled by a lacy bra that seemed a size too small. Kelly’s embarrassment deepened, her eyebrows furrowing, and her chin trembling as a vivid blush tainted her cheeks. “This is unbelievable!”
"You're gonna pay for that, Eggert!" With pure rage in her voice, Kelly savagely tugged at the front of Nicole's blouse. Buttons burst like a machine gun firing, and the top surrendered, sliding off Nicole's shoulders.
“What have you done?” Nicole's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her blue eyes widening as her lips parted in astonishment. The shredded blouse now draped awkwardly from Nicole's arms and waist, the lace of her bra struggling to maintain its composure, as the torn fabric exposed the soft, inviting expanse between her breasts.
Her jaw clenched with frustration, unable to reconcile the loss of her dress with how her night had begun. It was a bewildering turn of events, and she couldn't fathom how everything had spiraled out of control so rapidly. “b*tch!” Nicole spat, her brows furrowed. Nicole's fingers clutched the thigh slit of Kelly's skirt, she pulled with all her might, feeling the fabric give way with a resounding rip.
“Oh no!” The skirt spiraled away from her waist, spinning Kelly about as her striking and statuesque pins were revealed in all their glory. With a panicked gasp, Kelly's blue eyes flickered across the room, capturing the appreciative smirks of producers, directors, and fellow actors.
Hollywood's dual bombshells, with mile-long legs and wasp waists, were reduced to standing in their bras and panties that could barely contain them, among the industry's elite. Their faces flushed crimson with embarrassment, and they frantically attempted to conceal their thighs and breasts with their hands, their uncertain gazes darting around the room, searching for a way out of this humiliating predicament.
Determined to embarrass Kelly further, to humiliate her in front of this captivated audience.
Nicole wrestled with the back clasp of Kelly's bra. The clasp rustles as her hands trembled with the effort, and beads of sweat formed on her brow. Kelly, felt the telltale tug at her bra, Without hesitation, she pivoted on her heels.
THUD! Her knuckles met the soft and vulnerable flesh of Nicole’s belly. The supple skin offered no resistance, yielding to the fist as it drove through. Nicole's lips parted in a silent scream as her body absorbed the impact, so hard that she could not have possibly been ready for it.
“Ugh!” Nicole gasped, the sudden impact ripping the air from her lungs, her chest heaving in a desperate attempt to inhale. It felt like a vacuum, mercilessly robbing her of oxygen. For a moment, the world blurred as she struggled to grasp her situation. Each gasp was a battle, each inhalation a painful reminder of the relentless pain that coursed through her body.
Nicole's arms flailed, and she stumbled, desperately trying to maintain her balance. The party cake loomed in her vision, and she made a feeble attempt to veer away from it. However, the intense pain in her stomach disrupted her coordination.
SPLAT! She collided with the cake headfirst, her body contorting as she careened through it like a ragdoll, her momentum unchecked. The cake offered no resistance as Nicole crashed into it. Layers of moist sponge cake and velvety frosting gave way beneath her forceful impact, and she was swallowed by the sweet confection.
Through the buzzing in her ears, Nicole could discern Kelly's laughter, which was soon joined by the raucous cheers of the crowd. She hastily spat out a fragment of confectionery, wiping her eyes clean with one hand and pushing her disheveled hair back with the other. “You're a mess, Nicole!”
Kelly's laughter turned into a surprised yelp as she slipped on the frosting-covered floor, landing unceremoniously on her backside. Nicole managed to regain her feet, covered in a sugary mess of frosting and cake and frantically tried to wipe her face and cleavage clean. The squelchy, sticky noises of her fingers against the frosting could be heard, the soft gasps of frustration as she struggled to remove the mess. Nicole then redirected her focus to her adversary. "That's it, Kelly! I'm going to kick your ass!"
“That's enough, girls!” The girls found their legs and squared off again. But at that moment, their managers stepped in and pulled their half-naked clients away from each other as they kicked their bare legs and screamed at each other. “Save it for later!”
The show was over for now, and the starlets were ejected from the event and driven home. The next morning, the managers got together with FCBA authorities and set up an official boxing match between Nicole Eggert and Kelly Packard.