Post by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on Apr 4, 2024 18:41:14 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape (JMD):
Lindsey Pelas (21-17-0, 21 KO)
5'3, 32 years old, 32F
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
vs.
Melissa Debling (3-1-0, 3 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 39th appearance in the ring. Please welcome the Ruston, Louisiana native, standing 5 foot 3, weighing in at 120 pounds, LINDSEYYYYY PEEEEEELAS!!"
“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!!”
Lindsey was meticulously painted with a microscopic bikini that clung to her heavy, sloshing chest with admirable effort. The thin-banded, sheer white bandeau top did little to contain her massive, overflowing F-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 on display. 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. The platinum-haired, Louisiana-native’s locks were tied back in a tightly braided pony tail, extending just past her shoulders; her green bulbs gleaming through heavy, smoky mascara as she readied in her corner.
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:
Debling was coming off a potentially career-igniting victory; shocking the current Cougar Title holder, Tina Louise, and doing so with relative ease. Pelas, however, would not be caught napping like the Aussie. The buxom blonde was as well-positioned as anyone in the CWF to make a run at a belt; her 16-9 record since joining The Federation starting to draw eyes as she continued to put it all together. The complete package was on display in the opener; bullying the Brit with a groping, full-frontal assault. Whizzing rights battered Debling’s raised guard as she backpedaled off her mark; shunting away a handful of overhands from Pelas before a devious left sliced across her rack. The Brit wailed as Lindsey bucked forward and two-hand shoved her into the ropes; pistoning a heart-stopping LEFT-RIGHT into her bouncing tits on the rebound. A looping volley snapped Debling’s jaw, left-right-left to the rib cage; the Brit hoarsely gagging as a low-rise uppercut flashed and SNAPPED through her waistline.
Pelas smirked a toothy grin as Melissa’s anguished frame sulked away holding her navel; whipping a reckless left cross to make sure Lindsey didn’t follow in the last twenty seconds. Debling with another slow start, but she fared far worse against Louise before turning it around in a flash. 10-8 Pelas.
Round 2/3:
Lindsey gleamed with a hint of invulnerable arrogance as the two tapped gloves to start the second; labeling an ear-high straight left that just snapped short of Melissa’s nose. Debling slid beneath and rapped a bitter hook-jab off Lindsey’s navel; dodging another reckless overhand before forking a left fist between the Louisiana native’s ribs. Pelas grimaced and waded out of the grinder; springing to the balls of her feet before circling back in. Debling’s counter game was stellar; picking and plucking through Lindsey’s traffic to buckle the blonde on a handful of occasions while remaining relatively untouched. After a strong second in which she leveled the score, Melissa turned on the same burners that had scorched Louise.
Pelas’ shrunk to half her height as Debling caved in her torso in the first exchange of the third; pumping one, two, three, FOUR brutal under-hooks that tapered up from the model’s plump hip to her sideboob. Pelas gagged as a trail of drool sloshed from her bottom lip; her legs buckling as she lawn-chaired over at the hip. A THUMPING straight punctured Lindsey’s left breast, a left-right scything across and sloshing her rack; tip-toeing to her side as her mouth hung open in shock. The blonde wailed and clutched her bust before her shrill squeal was silenced; a jaw-wiring right PUMPING into the bottom of her chin and sending her sprawling across the ropes.
Pelas hung like a rag-doll from the top rope, her armpits draped over the rubber as Debling SHELLED her upper half; left to the cheek, club to the temple, hook-straight-hook to the tits, uppercut to the navel. Pelas’ flushed features were lost behind messy strands of sweat-matted locks that had come loose from her pony tail; twisting and folding with the rhythm of Debling’s flurry until the bell mercifully stopped the thirty-plus second drubbing. Lindsey had to be helped to her stool as Debling skipped to hers; leaping in front with a relentless pair of 10-8 rounds.
Round 4:
Debling was piloting the boat now as Lindsey seemed to be adrift; wandering around the ring with her hands raised in a graceless shuffle. Melissa eyed her prey and stalked the blonde’s path; zig-zagging after Lindsey and nipping at her heels with periodic trailing jabs and crosses. Finally Pelas ran out of track, backing into the corner until her thonged ass hit the post and forced her to man the walls of her fort. Debling slid into a left hook that tucked like a blade beneath the curve of Lindsey’s underboob; wincing as she rattled off the post at her back. Another left snapped off the American’s flexing abdomen, then a right; the third bouncing off her forearms as she lowered her guard to shield off her belly.
Debling hopped to her toes and RIPPED a shoulder-high right into Pelas’ clavicles, but the cornered blonde answered with a simultaneous overhand that RAKED across Melissa’s cheek and misted a mouthful of slobber to the canvas. Debling wobbled as Pelas did the same; planting her back foot and cutting a left-right through Lindsey’s mammoth, hanging rack. The blonde throatily mewled, but her retort was already mid-flight; Pelas putting everything she had into a bladed right hand that ERUPTED against Melissa’s lips. The Brit squelched as Pelas leaned into a barrel-stuffing shotgun-right; snapping Debling’s head straight back with a fleshy CRUNCH. Debling gurgled as she tipped straight back, eyes rolling in her sockets as she gracelessly spilled spread-eagle on her ass; whipping straight back and skidding to a messy stop with her arms strewn above her head.
1… 2… 3… Melissa‘s titanic rack sloshed and quaked with violent convulsions as she blankly stared skyward; her belly and sternum spasming with frenzied pants as she sucked wind at Lindsey’s feet. Her heels inched up the canvas until her lower half was spladled; unable to find any friction before her legs kicked out and plopped flat to the mat once again.
4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!! DEBLING IS OUT! SHE’S DONE!!
"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, LINDSEYYYY PEEEELAAAAAASSS!!!!"
