CBAD: Tina Louise vs. Lauren Summer

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Tina Louise (5-2-0, 5 KO)
5'7, 42 years old, 34D
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Lauren Summer (0-1-0)
5'8, 28 years old, 34D
Free Agent

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

“AND NOW! Making her 8th appearance in the ring. Please welcome the Victoria, Australia native, standing 5 foot 7, weighing in at 120 pounds, TINAAAA LOUISSSSEEEEE!!”

Outfits:
Tina was meticulously poured into a microscopic, pale pink, sheer bikini that clung to her heavy chest with admirable effort; a fitting attire for this JMD bout. The thin-banded tube top did little to contain her massive, overflowing D-cups; 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 wide, voluptuous hips devoured her string thong bottoms, the biting floss disappearing between her plump cheeks and bronzed folds of flesh as she slid salaciously into the ring.

Despite this being her JMD debut; the taut, busty brunette looked right at home as she chased Louise into the ring. Dawning a matte black, micro slingshot monokini, Lauren Summer appeared to be well aware that the quickest way to getting signed was by catching eyes. Mission accomplished as her porcelain rack nearly spilled free just from the duck-in through the ropes; her curvy hips sashaying as she took a lap right in front of the platinum blonde. In what could have been a lamb-to-slaughter situation for Summer in her debut against Demi Rose Mawby, the brunette had surprisingly held her own and taken the eventual Princess of the Beach into the seventh. More comfortable now at her Bantam fighting weight, Summer looked poised to make some real noise with her enviable assets.

Round 1:
Louise had already blown her management’s expectations out of the water in her first few months; debuting with a strong 3-1 JMD record and an even more unexpected streak to the Cougar Championship Tournament semifinals. After falling somewhat out of her element to a tremendous fighter in Katheryn Winnick, the fiery Aussie was right back where she belonged; the jug-mugging circuit. Despite being one of the few Bantamweights that had length on Louise, Summer struggled to utilize it; routinely bullied by the older blonde and controlled around the ring. With a year layoff making a mess of her rhythm, Summer’s midsection was beaten and drummed without mercy; unable to buck free of the red-eyed Aussie as the round ticked to a close. Louise expertly walled and wrangled Lauren into the corner ropes; corkscrewing lefts into her dangling bosom, picking up steam as the ten second count rapped.

Just before the bell sounded, Summer looped a fade-away hook that tagged the pixie blonde in the cheek; a second trailing uppercut scything beneath her ribs on the opposite side and lifting her torso. Louise shrilly yipped as the two broke their tangle and dragged back to her corner; taking the round 10-9 but leaving with a sour taste in her mouth.

Round 2:
Disgruntled by the brunette’s late surge, Louise didn’t sit on her hands for long; running Summer down and clanking a meaty overhand into her collarbone just out of her corner. The Florida-native bristled with the quaking thwack, but confidently postured and batted down a pop-fly left that was seeking her chest just a split-second later. Louise clumsily wobbled off-orbit as Lauren turnstiled her lob; whipping around just in time to be thumped in the tits with a wicked side-winding left. Tina throatily grunt as her torso shimmied; the shock-wave rippling down her stems as she skid drunkenly into the ropes at her side. Like a seasoned veteran, Lauren devoured the reeling Aussie; tearing through scraps of flesh like a shark in the deep as Louise teetered against the rubber. A fishing hook to the navel, wheelbarrow uppercut to the underside of her rack, scraping left across the jaw. Louise’s bronzed upper half buckled and folded around a flurry of leather; the crook of her hip speared to fold her over before a deep-rooted hook pierced her heart and slung her heaving D-cups partially free. Louise gagged up a mouthful of drool as her upper half concaved, crunching with folds of flesh as she slumped into the corner post.

The desperate blonde sprawled her long stems into a near standing-split to keep from going down, tucked up behind her forearms as Lauren pinched off her exit and flung shoulder-height jabs into her torso and temples. The brunette mercilessly poured another handful of piercing rights through Tina’s defenses, pistoning her bare chest with straight jabs to the jugs. Beginning to gas herself out, Lauren threw a hip into Tina’s chest, stapling her to the post and grating against the wounded Aussie to pump more air from her lungs. Louise used the reprieve to grope and haul herself up Lauren’s abdomen, finally hooking the rope with her elbow and reeling back to full height before the two were separated for inactivity. Summer takes a stunner, 10-8.

Round 3:
Louise’s drunken shuffle out of her corner would have been far less concerning if it was the 9th rather than the 3rd, but with little time to recover from her mugging against the ropes, Lauren was feeling greedy. Tina’s groggy advance was quickly stymied as Summer broke off the first of her token jabs; pumping a gutting hook-uppercut into the blonde’s crunching belly for her insubordination. The Aussie flung forward as she was dichotomized by the one-two; only to be raised by a shoulder bump and fed another ruthless uppercut to the lips. Louise pinwheeled right back into the same corner, dribbling her mouthpiece down her belly as she sprawled gawkily over the top rope. By the time Lauren skittered after her, Louise had stiffened; ripping a desperation jab-jab into the stalking brunette’s kitchen. Somewhat taken aback, Summer shielded for a moment as Tina emptied her tank; flinging reckless bear paws across the model’s upper half without much semblance of coordination.

With Louise leaning over her skis, Summer artfully slid out of the way and slung a torrid trio of uppercuts into Tina’s abdomen; the first slipping below the curve of her rib cage, the second crunching against bone, and the third piercing her overflowing sideboob like a steel blade. Louise squealed louder and buckled lower with each fleshy clap, finally tipping forward and draping herself over Summer in a heavy-handed clinch. The two intertwined beauties pedaled backwards until Summer had enough, whipping Louise to the canvas with a side-takedown that sent her floundering to a messy stop on her belly.

The official and Louise’s corner were quick to overrule any uncertainty over whether this was a legitimate scoring knockdown; with Summer being reprimanded for the maneuver. After a moment to collect herself, Louise appeared no worse for wear; striding back in and actually landing a meaty jab across the brunette’s jaw just before the round expired. Despite the late cattiness, Lauren continues to shine. 10-8 Summer.

Round 4/5:
Whether it was bravado or the truth, the entire round break was spent with Louise’s corner trying to convince her she’d already seen the best Summer could muster. After a slower-paced 4th where the Florida-native remained in control but her bite began to fade with fatigue, Louise finally turned a corner and answered with a rejuvenated 5th of her own.

Like the swing of a pendulum, the heavy, chest-busting hooks and uppercuts that had flattened Tina for the first four rounds slowly started to diminish in deflating power. Now it was Louise who began to surge, shrugging off the lethargic jabs that pattered against her titanic D-cups and slashing retaliatory hooks into Summer’s porcelain pair. Summer couldn’t help but retreat to her heels, fumbling to stay put in her micro, slingshot monokini as Tina began to walk her back toward the ropes. A stiff straight right to the heart was followed by the fleshy drub of two lifting side-hooks to the bottom of her rack; slinging Summer out of her shoulder-straps and pummeling her into the corner just as the round expired. After Summer takes a massive lead with a 10-9 fourth, Louise starts to claw back with a 10-9 fifth. But for the first time in a while, Lauren isn’t the one hunting.

Round 6:
Louise had gradually begun to stand taller as the fight wore on; distancing herself from the trouble of the second and third as the newbie Summer sweltered out. Still it was Summer who vultured in first; coiling a venomous right hand and slinging it into the side of Louise’s temple just as the blonde tore into Lauren’s ribs with a barb of her own. Both fighters buckled, slinking away from the sweat-misting impact before Louise planted a heel and pushed back in. Summer dropped her mouth open to take a gulp but Tina was right in her airspace; twisting through a pincer left-right to either side of the brunette’s hip. Summer groaned as her milky-white frame rocked between the blonde’s fists, tip-toeing forward into a rising uppercut that sunk into her solar-plexus. Lauren’s eyes bugged as she lurched sideways, blubbering before Louise heartlessly stuffed a cratering hook into one of her tits. Summer hoarsely crowed and folded to the canvas, swaddling her midsection with both arms as Louise threw her hands skyward and circled the downed brunette.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Summer kept her head buried against the canvas for what felt like an eternity; finally peering up at the parading Louise through sweat-matted strands of hair and plunging her mouthpiece back in.

Up before the count of 7, Summer’s lithe torso sputtered with frenzied pants, still struggling to breathe as the official waved them back together. Caught off-guard by the brunette’s guts, Louise rushed in without a thought; eating a bony uppercut to the chin before the two collided and spilled into the ropes. Summer drove a pair of stumpy uppercuts into the waistband of Louise’s sagging thong, trying desperately to create separation before the blonde did it for her; spiking a slanted jab into Lauren’s shoulder. The brunette’s heart skipped a beat as she bowed into the ropes, rebounding into a lifted uppercut that drubbed her rack with a fleshy thump. Summer slouched lower as Tina coiled another, then another, hollowing out her lungs with unfettered uppercuts from the pocket. Finally the official dove in and waved off Summer who was no longer defending; spilling exhaustedly to the fetal position between Louise’s legs before sprawling toward the center of the ring.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 6, TINA LOUUUUUIIISSSEEEE!!!!"


Post Fight:
Louise’s titanic chest heaved with heavy pants as she straddled the kneeling Summer from behind; mouth agape as she gulped down oxygen to compose herself. Tossing her gloves through the ropes, Louise craned at the waist and fish-hooked the corner of Summer’s mouth; the mortified brunette gutturally squealing as she was forcibly yanked straight upright on her knees. With her head awkwardly cranked sideways, Summer was blinded as the crowd suddenly swelled; blustering with chants as Louise tugged on her own belted tube top and spilled one of her tits free. Moving to hook Lauren’s chin with her other palm, Louise wrenched the brunette’s neck again; this time tucking her into a Kneeling Dragon Sleeper.

Summer’s squeals were muffled as her lips were buried against Tina’s mushrooming orb; her bowed frame quaking and shimmying with violent spasms as the Aussie anaconda contorted tighter around her torso. Lauren blindly tugged and fumbled with Louise’s hunched abdomen; her arms finally dropping to dangle limply at her sides as the blonde buried her deeper with one last twist. Summer’s arched torso spasmed with a final convulsion; concaving as she slouched to her haunches and unraveled out of Louise’s grip. With a brutal face-plant, Summer slid spread-eagle on her belly; her upturned ass planted by Tina’s victorious boot.