Elizabeth Turner versus Natalie Roser (JMDD)

Tale of the Tape (JMDD):

Elizabeth Turner (4-7-0, 4 KO)
5'10, 30 years old, 32D

vs.

Natalie Roser (0-5-0, 0 KO)
5'11, 32 years old, 34C

(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMDD contest… “

“AND NOW! Making her 12th appearance in the ring, just her 2nd as a member of the Celebrity Wrestling Federation. Please welcome the Georgia native, standing 5 foot 10, weighing in at 130 pounds, ELIZABETHHH TURNERRRR!!”

Outfits:
Elizabeth Turner was meticulously poured into a microscopic bikini that barely clung to her heavy chest; a purposefully lewd outfit designed for an easy discard in this JMDD contest. The thin-banded tube top did little to contain her massive, overflowing D-cups as it cut into her slender sternum; her heaving orbs swelling as though they were fastened with a belt rather than a bikini top with how much cleavage and underboob was being offered. Her narrow hips were hugged by a pair of low-rise, string thong bottoms, the biting floss disappearing between her plump cheeks and bronzed folds of flesh as she climbed salaciously into the ring; finally rising and rearranging the twined, biting string bottoms by hiking them high up her hips.

Natalie Roser entered with a statement as well; sporting her own line of custom lingerie that dropped jaws as she strut down the runway. The leggy Aussie was wrapped in a nude-colored strapless bra and matching thong bottoms; winking at her long-time friend and former Guess model as she passed Turner’s corner.

The two had fought once before, with Turner taking the contest by TKO in the third round, much to the chagrin of a protesting Roser. Tonight was a score-settling of sorts, with Roser believing the stoppage in 2018 came far too early from the official. Turner, on the other hand, looked to stamp out any notion that Roser was in her league and begin the ascent back to 0.500 with her new Stable.

Round 1:
Turner came out rejuvenated and ravenous after falling in her first CWF-managed bout; showcasing exactly what the Federation saw in her when she was signed. Turner wasn’t quite as rangy as her blonde counterpart, but she was able to body the Aussie with noticeably more meat behind her strikes. Roser was answerless as she was pounded around the ring, knocked into the ropes with a furious flurry to the navel that had her sucking wind and hunched at the waist. Roser countered with an electric, stumpy straight right to Turner’s massive tits, but the price she paid for it was a retaliatory wallop to the jaw, nearly spilling her to all fours before being caught up in the ropes. Climbing back to level before a wincing Turner could chase her down, Natalie whiffed on an ambitious left cross; opening her up for another heaping helping of leather to be stuffed down her throat. Roser was defending on fumes as the round finally ended, and Turner takes it 10-8.

Round 2/3:
A rather handsy, domineering Turner came out to start the second round, mauling the lighter blonde and driving her into the ropes with repeated percussion to the chest. The rubber bowed at Roser’s spine as Liz poured hook-hook-uppercut into her lower rib cage, sucking the fight from the fading Aussie. Suddenly Turner let out a throaty grunt, crunching sideways as Natalie sunk a venomous right hook into her liver. Elizabeth squelched as Roser straightened and clasped the center of Turner’s belted top, slinging her into the corner ropes at their side before polishing the blonde’s rack with a thunderous straight left to the heart. Turner’s knees buckled inward as she wilted against the post, wailing as one of her tits spilled out the bottom of her sagging top, only to have her protests abruptly cut off by another straight jab clacking off her lips.

The blonde’s naked upper half sprawled across the ropes as her head snapped back, Roser sweeping another pair of wide, rangy hooks into the body and suffocating the contorted Georgia native by not allowing her a second to breath. Finally the bell called off Roser, who was likely just seconds from finishing Turner along the ropes. Despite miraculously making it to the bell in the second, Turner didn’t fare much better in the next; spending the first half of the third round once again stapled to the ropes and defending. There was nothing cataclysmic from Roser, but she had a massive edge in punches thrown that scored well with the judges. Roser takes a defiant second round 10-8, and follows with another strong performance to take the third 10-9.

Round 4:
The two leggy blondes were near-mirror images of one another as they came out for the fourth; circling the runway until they met in the dead center of the ring. Both snarled as they coiled their right hands, whipping identical crosses into the other’s temple as a coating mist of sweat detonated from the simultaneous impact. Turner’s frame stiffened and buckled, teetering to a heel, catching herself on her back foot with a stunned grimace etched across her face as Roser did the same, only expressionless. Roser paused for a split second as her feet clacked, then drunkenly lurched sideways, her hands falling to her sides as she crashed to the canvas flat on her face. The Aussie exploded in a mess of limbs, the canvas quaking as she was floored at Turner’s feet.

1… 2… 3… Roser’s frame gently pitched with convulsions as she slid spread eagle on her belly, her tummy swelling with frenzied pants as Turner dipped into a crouch just inches from her prone body, carefully observing the carnage.

4… 5… 6… 7… 8… Still the blonde didn’t budge, her eyes finally opening as she lulled her head to the side and ejected her mouthpiece, staring blankly at the canvas.

9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, LIZZZZZ TURRRRRNERR!!!!"


Post Fight:
No sooner did the “10” slip from the official’s lips, than Turner had already begun to wiggle out of her gloves; tossing them to her corner before parading around a dizzied Roser. Natalie’s wide bulbs fluttered and tried to blink away the cobwebs, groaning as Liz straddled her hip and rolled the groggy blonde flat on her backside with a dismissive heel. Roser whimpered as she looked up at her friend and budding rival, shrieking as Turner craned at the hip and twisted two sets of digits around her golden locks; lifting the blonde off her ass and steadying her on her heels.

Turner cradled the back of Natalie’s neck, pulling her in tight for an awkward hug, softly cooing as the blonde fidgeted in her arms. The embattled Roser mewled as if she sensed what was coming next, squealing as in one motion Turner yanked Natalie down by the back of her neck and stuffed her flushed features between her heaving D-cups. Roser’s lanky frame came to life with bucks and spasms, squirming desperately as Turner stapled her lips to the center of her sternum and began to smother Natalie out. Snaking her forearms around Roser’s skull, Liz spread her long, toned stems for a firm base; wringing the back of the blonde’s neck and plunging her deeper between her mushrooming tits. Roser’s protests lasted no more than a handful of seconds, her legs buckling first as she sagged and genuflect to a knee. She gently pattered on Turner’s thighs with her gloved hands, muffled blubbering squeaking from her lips before she began to spasm with convulsions. Finally Turner let her spill free, sloshing tits-up to her backside, her sweat-slicked face quietly slumbering as Liz planted a victorious heel on her bosom and basked in the crowd’s adulation.