Neve Campbell v Melissa Joan Hart by Hawkeye3 (from
Delphi Celebrity Catfight Board April 1999)
Melissa Joan Hart strode into the ring with fire in her piercing blue eyes. She had recently been humiliated by Rebecca Romijn and was determined that this was not going to happen again. Melissa danced around the ring stopping occasionally to stretch her beautiful alabaster legs. She had fully recovered from her beating and was now ready to hurt someone in return. No, even more than that she wanted to embarrass them. Melissa was a vision in red. Her bikini top barely containing her ample bosom. Melissa knew better than to make these potential weapons inaccessible. Her short, lace red skirt was hardly effective in covering the similarly colored thong she wore underneath. As she moved to her corner, her opponent had started down the aisle.
Neve Campbell made her way to the ring in a confident,
almost cocky manner. She barely gave Melissa a glance as she climbed
through the ropes and shook off her black silk robe. Neve had
chosen to go with basic black lingerie including sheer black stockings
that rose to mid-thigh. She was obviously trying to break away
from the good girl image of her television character and she had
succeeded in spades. Neve's body had the look of an athlete's
with moderately-sized breasts and legs that looked as if they
were woven from steel bands. Her pre-Hollywood days as a ballet
dancer had obviously helped in sculpting her form.
Melissa was beginning to get perturbed, this show
had gone on long enough. As Neve tossed her robe to an attendant
at ringside, Melissa ran headlong toward the brunette beauty's
corner. Interlocking both hands, she came down across the back
of Neve's head sending her sprawling over the ropes and sending
her falling with a resounding thwap, as her back slapped the cold
cement floor below. Melissa quickly scrambled under the ropes
and grabbed the dazed Neve by her cropped chestnut locks. She
brought Neve to her feet and slammed her backwards against the
ring apron causing Neve's back to be forced into a quite painful
and unnatural curvature. Neve's teeth clenched in pain as she
melted to the floor once again in a beautiful heap.
Yet again, Melissa forcibly brought Neve to her feet
and this time grabbed an arm and whipped her under the bottom
rope and back into the ring. Neve came to a stop in the middle
of the ring and quickly began massaging her wrenched back, all
the while cursing under her breath. She had been stupid to let
Melissa take control, supplying her a golden opportunity with
such an amateurish mistake, but there was still time too... Neve
never really got the thought completely finished in her mind.
Melissa, who had climbed to the middle rope, came down with a
perfectly placed knee directly to the jaw of the scream queen,
snapping Neve's head back as if she had been shot.
Melissa rolled through the move back up to her feet.
Neve was lying on her stomach mumbling incoherently. Melissa took
a seat on the prone woman's back, "Now Neve, I'm going to
snap you like a wishbone." The blonde beauty grabbed Neve's
legs at the ankles and leaned back as far as she could. Neve's
already sore back was being stretched to the breaking point. Neve
had tried to control herself as best she could, but she could
no longer fight the pain and let loose with a scream that attempted
to describe the indescribable pain she was now in. "That's
what I wanted to hear," Melissa said with a smirk on her
face, "the million-dollar scream, do I hear two million,"
and Melissa after letting up just a bit, leaned back with even
more leverage than before. Neve again shrieked uncontrollably.
Melissa had accomplished her first goal, dishing
out pain, but she had grown bored with these limitations. She
released the Boston Crab and Neve's legs shot back to the mat.
Neve looked to have been seconds from giving up, but Melissa didn't
care at this point, she wanted more. She stood up and rolled Neve
over on to her back. Next, she applied a full body press so she
met the Canadian belle, face to face. "How do you survive
those movies?" Melissa said with a giggle, as she unloosened
her top and let it slide away to reveal her exquisite globes of
flesh, "Bet they never tried these," she continued with
a smile. Neve's moaning gave way to pleading, but it was all for
naught, as Melissa delicately enclosed Neve's mouth and nose with
her bounty. Neve's head shook from side to side, but Melissa brought
her hands up to support her tits and make sure no air space could
be created. Melissa also made sure Neve's eyes were not covered,
she enjoyed seeing first the fear escape through the hazel pools
as the air supply was initially cut off. And then seeing the consciousness
escape soon after.
After being satisfied that Neve was out cold, she
relieved Neve of her panties and paraded around her fallen foe
with them, hesitating to give her a swift kick in her now uncovered
crotch that brought her back to a state of semi-consciousness.
"You wanted to change your image, well now you've gone all
the way." As Melissa circled waving to the crowd with the
frilly, black undergarment, she caught a glimpse of something
in motion out of the corner of her eye. Before she could fully
turn, she was decked by a stiff clothesline.
Melissa lay on the canvas unsure of what had just
happened. She stared up at the arena lights trying to clear the
cobwebs from her brain. Suddenly the lights were partially obscured
and around the glow she saw a face staring down at her from above.
How could Neve have recovered so quickly, how could I let this
happen again, she thought. But the hair was longer now and the
form more slender. The visage disappeared and suddenly Melissa
felt a sharp bolt of pain from her pubic mound. The shock woke
her out of her stupor and somehow overcoming the agony, she rolled
away from her tormentor. Melissa sat herself up against the bottom
rope and glanced over her left shoulder to the sound of Neve who
had managed to get herself into a seated position as well, but
was still coughing and gulping air into her lungs. Melissa then
looked forward and realized she was now fighting a two-front war.
She tried to get her hand up in defense, but it was a second slow
and the bare foot found its mark into Melissa's solar plexus.
She doubled over in pain, but valiantly tried to get up using
the ropes to balance. Just then, another kick found its mark in
what would in polite circles be called the lower abdomen. Melissa
howled in anguish and fell back to the mat grabbing at her crotch
trying to provide it some kind of relief and protection. Through
teary eyes, she looked up to see a beaming Jennifer Love Hewitt.
She looked to the side to see a seemingly recovered and certainly
motivated Neve walking toward her. This was a position she did
not want to be in.
Melissa tried to roll out of the ring, but Jennifer
grabbed her by the right leg and pulled her back to the middle
of the mat. Jennifer, who was wearing a cut-off baby blue jersey
and tight denim shorts, wasn't going to let things end quite yet.
"So humiliation is what you want," she hissed at Melissa,
"well you're gonna get it and then some." With Jennifer
still holding onto Melissa's right leg, Neve grabbed her other
well-defined gam. In timing that can only be gained from years
of experience together, they both fell away from each other bringing
Melissa's legs with them. Melissa screamed as her inner thighs
were pulled apart to the point her legs were at 180 degrees. As
Melissa rolled on the canvas in agony, Neve and Love got up and
gave each other a high five. They quickly went back to work with
debilitating stomps to Melissa's midsection and exposed breasts,
finally ending the attack with a double splash, with Love crushing
the breadbasket and forcing the air out of Melissa while Neve
destroyed Melissa's now tender mammaries.
Melissa managed to breathlessly spit out a submission,
but it was obviously a moot point. Where before it was fear, Neve
now released unbridled anger through her eyes. "You wanted
the world to see all of me, well now you're going to get an up
close and personal look," Neve seethed as she spoke. With
Love holding down Melissa's legs and adding an occasional punch
to the groin to keep her under control, Neve proceeded with a
perfectly applied reverse facesit, grinding her genitals into
the helpless blonde's face. Melissa screamed into Neve's nether
regions, but no one outside Neve and Love could hear and it only
brought on unconsciousness that much sooner, as Melissa was soon
motionless. Neve got up and graciously asked Love if she would
like a turn. "A little practice never hurts," the perky
brunette said. She mounted Melissa with a forward facesit, but
with Melissa already out, Love found the action somewhat unsatisfying.
In the meantime, Neve had reclaimed her panties and put them on.
She walked over to Love and helped her up. They embraced. "Thanks
for helping me out, I was in real trouble," Neve said. "No
problem, what are friends for," Love replied. "When
she took your panties that was just too much." "You're
right," Neve responded, kicking Love in the crotch. Love,
stunned from pain and shock, doubled over from the blow. She glanced
up at Neve in disbelief. Neve returned a stonefaced look for just
a moment, then with great speed and precision, Neve threw her
arm over the back of Love's neck and brought her head crashing
to the mat with an immaculate DDT. Love had hit the canvas with
such force that she was out cold, hands splayed to her sides.
Neve leaned down next to Love's ear, "When you help somebody,
timing is everything. Maybe this will help you learn," she
whispered. Not that the now inanimate Love was receiving this
pearl of wisdom. Neve reached down and tossed Love's limp body
on top of Melissa's motionless form. "Looks like I've still
got nine lives," the scream queen said with a wide grin,
"sometimes life does imitate art."