Post by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on Apr 2, 2024 20:32:07 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape (JMD):
Tina Louise (11-3-0, 11 KO)
5'7, 42 years old, 34D
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
Cougar Title Holder
vs.
Melissa Debling (2-1-0, 2 KO)
5'5, 35 years old, 32G
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “
“AND NOW! Making her 15th appearance in the ring. Please welcome the Victoria, Australia native, standing 5 foot 7, weighing in at 120 pounds, TINAAAA LOUISSSSEEEEE!!”
“AND HER OPPONENT! Making her 4th appearance in the ring. Please welcome the Kent, England native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 125 pounds, MELISSAAAAA DEBBBBBLING!!”
Tina was salaciously clad in a pale-white, sheer bikini that clung to her heavy D-cups as if it were painted on her skin. The thin-banded bandeau top did little to contain her massive, overflowing chest; her heaving orbs swelling as though they were fastened with a belt rather than a bikini top given the ample cleavage and underboob. The Aussie’s bronzed, tatted skin glimmered with a light sheen of perspiration; her pixie-cut locks already soaked through and matted with sweat. Heavy, thick eye-liner coated her long lashes; the smoke from her mascara mixing with the flush of her rosy cheeks as she waved to throngs of fans. The biting floss of her string thong bottoms was lost to folds of flesh as it trailed between her plump ass cheeks, grinning ear-to-ear with a toothy smile as she slid lewdly into the ring.
Melissa’s titanic G-cups struggled to stay fastened by the sweat-soaked, sheer bandeau top she was carefully tucked into; her teardropping chest swelling with anxious pants as she made her way down the ramp. Aging like a fine wine into her mid-30s, the curvy model was looking noticeably trim and tight since signing with her new Stable. Her plump backside jiggled as she rolled through the ropes, her pale white string thong lost between the folds of her cheeks. Her loose, golden locks draped gently over a shoulder; dark mascara coating her lashes as she listened to some last minute instruction from an assistant trainer.
Round 1/2:
Along with another pair of inter-Stable bouts that were scheduled before the CWF reached agreement with their new British contingent; Louise versus Debling was a fascinating matchup. The current Cougar Title holder in Louise taking on a primarily-BBU veteran in Debling; a real opportunity for The Federation to find out exactly what they had in Melissa. With just a few weeks in-house, Debling found herself up against a buzzsaw early; trounced for two straight rounds by the far more polished Champ.
Debling’s plump midsection folded over as a venomous hip-ribs-tits combo zippered up her side in just the first thirty; the last left taking her breath as it rapped against her bust and sloshed her enormous G-cups. A right overhand chunked off her shoulder as Tina sand-walked in; opening her frame for a straight to the lips that left her bulbs fluttering, reactionary tears pooling in the corner of her eyes. Fumbling back a half-step, Debling was washed over by Louise’s tide; tap-tap to the chin, jab to the clavicles, RIB-RACK, floundering as two more uppercuts lifted her heaving chest and spilled her into the ropes with a throaty whimper. Debling alertly slid underneath a dart aimed at her temple just a split second later; shouldering through the tatted blonde’s taut waist and dragging her to the center of the ring. The pair grinned as they spun off from one another; tapping gloves after being untangled.
Louise kept the impressive show going for another three minutes in the second; McElhone giving direction out of both sides of her mouth as this inter-Stable sparring session started to become one-sided in favor of the more tenured Aussie. Debling is enduring an unpleasant ‘welcome to the big-leagues’ moment from her new Stablemate, as Louise takes the first two rounds comfortably; 10-8, 10-8.
Round 3/4:
After allowing Debling to claw her way onto the score card with a narrow win in the third, Louise started to boisterously put the ‘jugs’ in ‘Jugs of Mass Destruction’.
Debling was on the wall as Louise sliced and diced through her guard with a refreshing bit of pace; slipping a crooked jab through to her rack, bouncing her underboob with a chugging pair of under-hooks, scything a bear-paw across her bust and nearly groping her bandeau top clean off. Debling curled behind her forearms, crunching her taut midsection as Louise started to open up; whipping a frenetic flurry into her bobbing upper half. Lefts and rights pinwheeled from the Champ, practically leaving her feet to stamp overhands against the Brit’s rattling defenses as she hid behind them. Suddenly there was a bony CRUNCH; Debling arching to the side and pistoning a venomous, dripping side-hook into Tina’s teeth. The platinum-blonde’s pixie-cut pony tail bounced as her neck was twisted sideways; squelching as she teetered to her heels, slack-jawed.
The Aussie gracelessly stamped backwards, legs buckling; her heaving upper half swelling with stunned pants as Debling peeled off the ropes to follow. Louise crunched at the hip as Debling craned low and TORE a right hook through her slender ribs, her frame concaving before the blonde rose and sliced one, two, three, FOUR lifting blows through her heavy rack. Louise breathlessly sputtered as she extended a palm to find Debling’s shoulder for a clinch; but the Brit knew how to sink a rudderless ship. Tina had no more runway to retreat as Melissa strode forward and poured another ruthless straight left into her heart; sloshing one of Louise’s bronzed orbs out the bottom of her belted top before an orbital uppercut DETONATED against the underside of her chin. Louise let out a guttural grunt as her head snapped straight back; lifting to her tippy toes before folding at the waist and crashing to the canvas flat on her ass.
1… 2… 3… 4… Louise was dumbfounded as her arms were messily strewn above her head; staring blankly skyward, her half-bare chest swelling with violent, sputtering pants for air. Her long legs kicked out from underneath her as she tried to pedal against the mat; shaking with convulsions as her mouth hung agape, finally spitting out her gum-shield.
5… 6… 7… Debling was equally stunned as she stood over one of the CWF’s best; instantaneously turning around what had been a hopeless looking start and flooring the Cougar Champion in one brutal rush. Despite the JMD rule set, this was still considered a friendly; looking to build bridges within the organization rather than burn them as the Brit knelt beside Louise and helped to tuck her back into her displaced top. Despite the helping hand, Louise was still wholly incapacitated; her smoky, mascara-smeared lashes fluttering as her dimming bulbs rolled into the back of her skull.
8… 9… 10!! LOUISE IS OUT!
"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, MELISSSSAAAA DEBBBBLINGGG!!!!"
