Retro: Jennifer Love Hewitt vs Christina Ricci 2 Shirts and Skins
Apr 7, 2024 4:33:13 GMT -6
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Post by countrymouse on Apr 7, 2024 4:33:13 GMT -6
Circa 2002
Shirts and Skins
Well, folks, we're live here on the red carpet, and let me tell you, the tension is palpable! Jennifer Love Hewitt, the star of the show, is strutting her stuff in a slinky red halter top dress that's leaving jaws dropping left and right. You can practically feel the heat radiating off her as she fields questions about her new movie, Heartbreakers. But wait, what's this? In the midst of all the glitz and glamour emerges Christina Ricci, dressed to kill in a black form-fitting number. The crowd's murmurs turn to worried whispers as they remember the recent showdown between these two bombshells, where Ricci ended up on the losing end, stripped bare for all to see. And now, it seems like she's out for revenge, right here, right now, on this very red carpet. Hold onto your seats, folks, 'cause things are about to get heated!
Jennifer and Christina, tensions running high after their last bout. Christina, clearly furious, wastes no time making her move! WHAP! Did you see that? Christina's slap landing with a resounding crack, sending Jennifer staggering back! Her head snaps to the side, hair flying, eyes wide with shock! That's gotta hurt! The crowd gasps in disbelief as Jennifer's cheek blooms red. Christina's hand must be stinging after that!
But wait, what's happening? Jennifer, staggering on her high heels, her skirt clinging desperately to her hips! The crowd holds its breath as the fabric reaches its breaking point! Oh, the suspense! And there it goes! With a dramatic tear, Jennifer's skirt gives way, leaving her legs exposed for all to see! What a sight! Jennifer's sculpted legs drawing gasps from the crowd, murmurs of admiration filling the arena. But poor Jennifer, blushing with embarrassment, desperately trying to cover up with what's left of her dress.
Jennifer, feeling the heat of the leering crowd, gathers her resolve and marches forward! And then, with a swift motion, SLAP! Jennifer's hand connects with Christina's cheek, sending her stumbling backwards in surprise! Christina attempts to retaliate, only to be met with another vicious slap from Jennifer's open palm!
Christina, holds her cheek in disbelief. But before she can gather herself, Jennifer seizes her by the neckline, roughly pulling her back! The crowd holds its breath, wondering what Jennifer has in store. And then it happens—Jennifer's fist clenches, aiming straight for Christina's vulnerable stomach! Ricci, eyes wide with fear, pleads with Jennifer, begging her not to go through with it. But it's too late!
With a gut-wrenching thud, Jennifer's fist connects with Christina's soft abdomen, sinking deep into her belly flesh. The crowd winces in unison as Christina's body recoils from the impact, her arms flailing and her breath forced from her lungs with a pained moan. "Oooooh!" she gasps, her figure doubled over in agony. That was a brutal blow, and Christina looks on the verge of collapse!
I can hardly believe my eyes! Ricci drops to her knees, clutching her tiny stomach in agony. The force of Jennifer's sucker punch was just too much for her delicate frame to handle. She's sprawled on the floor, wheezing and gasping for air, her body wracked with pain. The crowd, initially reveling in her suffering, starts to grow concerned as they witness Ricci's distress. Meanwhile, Jennifer revels in her victory, by flexing her biceps and posing triumphantly with her foot planted firmly on Christina's back. But just as Christina begins to stir, Jennifer pulls her to her feet with a sinister grin.
"Should I do it again?" she taunts the crowd, who eagerly chant their approval. Christina, barely conscious and slack-jawed, weakly protests, "no..." But before she can even comprehend what's happening, Jennifer delivers another devastating blow—this time driving her knee straight into Christina's vulnerable abdomen with a sickening WUMP sound. It's a brutal strike, leaving Christina gasping for breath once more, her body folding forward in agony.
What's Hewitt up to now? Jennifer reaches out, firmly gripping behind both of Christina's elbows, pinning Ricci's arms behind her back. Christina cries out as Jennifer squeezes her arms together. No! Don't do it Jen! Ricci's had enough. Hewitt takes a step back and drives her knee up into Christina's belly again. WOOF! Poor Christina's body shudders as Jen's knee drives up hard into her stomach, compressing her diaphragm, forcing Ricci to stop breathing. That hit really went in deep!
"Ouph!" A bit of drool creeps out of Christina's lips, her brown eyes fluttering closed. I think she's out on her feet! No, not again! Jennifer pulls back her leg and thrusts it back into Ricci's beaten gut. "Ooh!" Ricci's petite body lifts with Jen's knee, her knee buckling. Ricci is completely destroyed! She's just a boneless ragdoll in Jennifer's arms.
Christina stumbles back, gasping for air as Jennifer relentlessly pursues her. Ricci's stomach churns and twists with pain, her hand clutching desperately at her aching belly. With a menacing look in her eye, Jennifer closes in on Christina, eager for some payback. In one swift motion, she seizes the waistband of Christina's skirt and yanks on it with all her strength, tearing it away. SHRIP! Christina squeals as her skinny, toned legs are suddenly exposed to the cheers of the crowd and the hungry gaze of the reporters. Christina is no slouch in the leg game. Wow! Who knew?
But this gives Christina a much-needed moment to recover. She quickly regains her composure and charges at Jennifer, tackling her into the unforgiving wall. THUD! With unexpected speed, Ricci unleashes a variety of combinations at Hewitt's midsection. Christina throws two quick jabs to the belly. OOF! OOF! Jennifer's eyes shutter closed. She leans forward, groaning for breath. Ricci hits her with another jab to the tummy. OOF! Christina bends her knees to lower her stance and throws a cross into Jen's weakened stomach. OOF! Ricci throws a basic jab-cross combo to Jennifer's stomach. OOF! Christina follows up with a power-hook to the right side of Hewitt's abdomen, hitting her in the liver. Jen lifts a leg in a futile attempt to defend. OOOOOH! Christina throws two stiff jabs into Jennifer's tummy. OOF! OOF! Then another hook to the liver. OUPH! Jennifer's legs go limp, and she slides down the wall.
That was brutal! Jennifer collapses against the wall, holding her belly and moaning in pain. Christina reaches down, shoving her hand down the front of Jennifer's dress. Jennifer knows that Christina is about to tear off her dress, and she weakly tries to push Christina's hands away. Ricci pulls on the fabric as hard as she can and... RIP! Jennifer whimpers as her dress is torn from her body.
Christina pulls Jennifer to her feet, showing off JLH's generous curves in the finest lingerie money can buy. The crowd is eating it up, with whistles and catcalls. Jennifer Love Hewitt has the best body in the business, and it's a rare treat to see in person. Jennifer has never felt so embarrassed, feeling the heat of the crowd as they look over every inch of her body. The humiliation is too much for Jennifer, and she fights her way out of Christina's grip.
Jennifer puts up her dukes, and the two girls circle each other. This catfight is turning into a boxing match. Ricci eats a jab to the kisser, followed by a cross and left hook. Christina's vision is disrupted by blades of light.
Christina comes back, leading with an uppercut to Jennifer's chin that rocks her head back, then a left cross that turns her head sideways.
Jennifer lands a jab and a right hook that sends Christina back-stepping. Cross, left hook, a cross from Hewitt.
Both girls are stumbling, nearly finished from exhaustion. Jennifer throws a wild hook that Christina ducks away from. Jennifer falls for a feint from Ricci.
She dodges to the left then walks into a brutal left hook. Hewitt rocks backward; she recovers, but Christina tosses a leading uppercut that catches her in the belly.
“Oof!” The cumulative punches she has been taking to the belly take their toll, and JLH can't take anymore. Completely destroyed, Jennifer keels over, holding her stomach and sobbing. “Oooooh!”
Jennifer writhes on the floor, clutching her beaten tummy and moaning, fighting for a breath that is not coming. Christina Ricci throws her hands up in victory, her embarrassing loss avenged, walking away with her dress mostly intact this time.
For a final humiliation, Ricci sits with a hard THUMP! on Hewitt's sore tummy and pins Jen's elbows under her knees. Jennifer moans under the 105 pounds on her devastated belly.
Two of Hollywood's hottest starlets going toe-to-toe in a brawl that had the crowd on the edge of their seats. Jennifer Love Hewitt, known for her wholesome charm but blessed with a body that could make grown men weak in the knees, faced off against Christina Ricci, the sultry goth-girl with a talent that's bound to earn her an Oscar someday. As the scuffle escalated, dresses were torn, and skin was exposed, much to the delight of the crowd.
And let me tell you, when Christina snatched away Jennifer's bra, revealing those famous 36C breasts, the crowd went wild! Poor Jennifer, she had nothing left in the tank, just taking those slaps to her prized assets without so much as a whimper. All she can do is moan, barely registering what's happening as the crowd's hungry eyes feast on every inch of her.
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Lookout / GBS / CountryMouse
Shirts and Skins
Well, folks, we're live here on the red carpet, and let me tell you, the tension is palpable! Jennifer Love Hewitt, the star of the show, is strutting her stuff in a slinky red halter top dress that's leaving jaws dropping left and right. You can practically feel the heat radiating off her as she fields questions about her new movie, Heartbreakers. But wait, what's this? In the midst of all the glitz and glamour emerges Christina Ricci, dressed to kill in a black form-fitting number. The crowd's murmurs turn to worried whispers as they remember the recent showdown between these two bombshells, where Ricci ended up on the losing end, stripped bare for all to see. And now, it seems like she's out for revenge, right here, right now, on this very red carpet. Hold onto your seats, folks, 'cause things are about to get heated!
Jennifer and Christina, tensions running high after their last bout. Christina, clearly furious, wastes no time making her move! WHAP! Did you see that? Christina's slap landing with a resounding crack, sending Jennifer staggering back! Her head snaps to the side, hair flying, eyes wide with shock! That's gotta hurt! The crowd gasps in disbelief as Jennifer's cheek blooms red. Christina's hand must be stinging after that!
But wait, what's happening? Jennifer, staggering on her high heels, her skirt clinging desperately to her hips! The crowd holds its breath as the fabric reaches its breaking point! Oh, the suspense! And there it goes! With a dramatic tear, Jennifer's skirt gives way, leaving her legs exposed for all to see! What a sight! Jennifer's sculpted legs drawing gasps from the crowd, murmurs of admiration filling the arena. But poor Jennifer, blushing with embarrassment, desperately trying to cover up with what's left of her dress.
Jennifer, feeling the heat of the leering crowd, gathers her resolve and marches forward! And then, with a swift motion, SLAP! Jennifer's hand connects with Christina's cheek, sending her stumbling backwards in surprise! Christina attempts to retaliate, only to be met with another vicious slap from Jennifer's open palm!
Christina, holds her cheek in disbelief. But before she can gather herself, Jennifer seizes her by the neckline, roughly pulling her back! The crowd holds its breath, wondering what Jennifer has in store. And then it happens—Jennifer's fist clenches, aiming straight for Christina's vulnerable stomach! Ricci, eyes wide with fear, pleads with Jennifer, begging her not to go through with it. But it's too late!
With a gut-wrenching thud, Jennifer's fist connects with Christina's soft abdomen, sinking deep into her belly flesh. The crowd winces in unison as Christina's body recoils from the impact, her arms flailing and her breath forced from her lungs with a pained moan. "Oooooh!" she gasps, her figure doubled over in agony. That was a brutal blow, and Christina looks on the verge of collapse!
I can hardly believe my eyes! Ricci drops to her knees, clutching her tiny stomach in agony. The force of Jennifer's sucker punch was just too much for her delicate frame to handle. She's sprawled on the floor, wheezing and gasping for air, her body wracked with pain. The crowd, initially reveling in her suffering, starts to grow concerned as they witness Ricci's distress. Meanwhile, Jennifer revels in her victory, by flexing her biceps and posing triumphantly with her foot planted firmly on Christina's back. But just as Christina begins to stir, Jennifer pulls her to her feet with a sinister grin.
"Should I do it again?" she taunts the crowd, who eagerly chant their approval. Christina, barely conscious and slack-jawed, weakly protests, "no..." But before she can even comprehend what's happening, Jennifer delivers another devastating blow—this time driving her knee straight into Christina's vulnerable abdomen with a sickening WUMP sound. It's a brutal strike, leaving Christina gasping for breath once more, her body folding forward in agony.
What's Hewitt up to now? Jennifer reaches out, firmly gripping behind both of Christina's elbows, pinning Ricci's arms behind her back. Christina cries out as Jennifer squeezes her arms together. No! Don't do it Jen! Ricci's had enough. Hewitt takes a step back and drives her knee up into Christina's belly again. WOOF! Poor Christina's body shudders as Jen's knee drives up hard into her stomach, compressing her diaphragm, forcing Ricci to stop breathing. That hit really went in deep!
"Ouph!" A bit of drool creeps out of Christina's lips, her brown eyes fluttering closed. I think she's out on her feet! No, not again! Jennifer pulls back her leg and thrusts it back into Ricci's beaten gut. "Ooh!" Ricci's petite body lifts with Jen's knee, her knee buckling. Ricci is completely destroyed! She's just a boneless ragdoll in Jennifer's arms.
Christina stumbles back, gasping for air as Jennifer relentlessly pursues her. Ricci's stomach churns and twists with pain, her hand clutching desperately at her aching belly. With a menacing look in her eye, Jennifer closes in on Christina, eager for some payback. In one swift motion, she seizes the waistband of Christina's skirt and yanks on it with all her strength, tearing it away. SHRIP! Christina squeals as her skinny, toned legs are suddenly exposed to the cheers of the crowd and the hungry gaze of the reporters. Christina is no slouch in the leg game. Wow! Who knew?
But this gives Christina a much-needed moment to recover. She quickly regains her composure and charges at Jennifer, tackling her into the unforgiving wall. THUD! With unexpected speed, Ricci unleashes a variety of combinations at Hewitt's midsection. Christina throws two quick jabs to the belly. OOF! OOF! Jennifer's eyes shutter closed. She leans forward, groaning for breath. Ricci hits her with another jab to the tummy. OOF! Christina bends her knees to lower her stance and throws a cross into Jen's weakened stomach. OOF! Ricci throws a basic jab-cross combo to Jennifer's stomach. OOF! Christina follows up with a power-hook to the right side of Hewitt's abdomen, hitting her in the liver. Jen lifts a leg in a futile attempt to defend. OOOOOH! Christina throws two stiff jabs into Jennifer's tummy. OOF! OOF! Then another hook to the liver. OUPH! Jennifer's legs go limp, and she slides down the wall.
That was brutal! Jennifer collapses against the wall, holding her belly and moaning in pain. Christina reaches down, shoving her hand down the front of Jennifer's dress. Jennifer knows that Christina is about to tear off her dress, and she weakly tries to push Christina's hands away. Ricci pulls on the fabric as hard as she can and... RIP! Jennifer whimpers as her dress is torn from her body.
Christina pulls Jennifer to her feet, showing off JLH's generous curves in the finest lingerie money can buy. The crowd is eating it up, with whistles and catcalls. Jennifer Love Hewitt has the best body in the business, and it's a rare treat to see in person. Jennifer has never felt so embarrassed, feeling the heat of the crowd as they look over every inch of her body. The humiliation is too much for Jennifer, and she fights her way out of Christina's grip.
Jennifer puts up her dukes, and the two girls circle each other. This catfight is turning into a boxing match. Ricci eats a jab to the kisser, followed by a cross and left hook. Christina's vision is disrupted by blades of light.
Christina comes back, leading with an uppercut to Jennifer's chin that rocks her head back, then a left cross that turns her head sideways.
Jennifer lands a jab and a right hook that sends Christina back-stepping. Cross, left hook, a cross from Hewitt.
Both girls are stumbling, nearly finished from exhaustion. Jennifer throws a wild hook that Christina ducks away from. Jennifer falls for a feint from Ricci.
She dodges to the left then walks into a brutal left hook. Hewitt rocks backward; she recovers, but Christina tosses a leading uppercut that catches her in the belly.
“Oof!” The cumulative punches she has been taking to the belly take their toll, and JLH can't take anymore. Completely destroyed, Jennifer keels over, holding her stomach and sobbing. “Oooooh!”
Jennifer writhes on the floor, clutching her beaten tummy and moaning, fighting for a breath that is not coming. Christina Ricci throws her hands up in victory, her embarrassing loss avenged, walking away with her dress mostly intact this time.
For a final humiliation, Ricci sits with a hard THUMP! on Hewitt's sore tummy and pins Jen's elbows under her knees. Jennifer moans under the 105 pounds on her devastated belly.
Two of Hollywood's hottest starlets going toe-to-toe in a brawl that had the crowd on the edge of their seats. Jennifer Love Hewitt, known for her wholesome charm but blessed with a body that could make grown men weak in the knees, faced off against Christina Ricci, the sultry goth-girl with a talent that's bound to earn her an Oscar someday. As the scuffle escalated, dresses were torn, and skin was exposed, much to the delight of the crowd.
And let me tell you, when Christina snatched away Jennifer's bra, revealing those famous 36C breasts, the crowd went wild! Poor Jennifer, she had nothing left in the tank, just taking those slaps to her prized assets without so much as a whimper. All she can do is moan, barely registering what's happening as the crowd's hungry eyes feast on every inch of her.