Melissa Debling versus Yoko Matsugane

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Melissa Debling (3-2-0, 3 KO)
5'5, 35 years old, 32G
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Yoko Matsugane (4-11-0, 4 KO)
5'6, 41 years old, 37F
Front Street Japan

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

"AND NOW! Making her 6th appearance in the FCBA. Please welcome the Kent, England native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 125 pounds, MELISSAAAAA DEBBBBBLING!!”

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 McElhone.

Yoko Matsugane barely made it down the ramp without sloshing out of her outfit; a pearl white, spandex slingshot monokini that was tight enough to fasten her massive F-cups to her chest for the time being. Matsugane effortlessly rivaled the blonde’s enormous G-cups as they went chin-to-chin; and while the punching prowess might not be Championship-caliber, this was one of the most mouth-watering and busty pairings imaginable.

Round 1:
Melissa Debling was aiming to make it 2-for-2 on her Front Street Japan circuit; already having defeated Stablemate Rio Natsume in a JMD battle earlier this year. She looked well on her way in the opener; blasting Matsugane in the chin just seconds after the glove tap. A slithery hook burrowed beneath the underside of Yoko’s heavy rack, a left-left puncturing her ribs, an overhand EXPLODING against her lips. Matsugane was launched backwards and bowed against the ropes, swarmed by the Brit; her top-heavy frame gnarled by a blinding flurry to her midsection.

Hook-uppercut-hook sprung her tits loose, sloshing out the sides of her slingshot monokini as Debling pounded away. A head-swiveling overhand broke up the jug mugging; Yoko hoarsely barking as she rolled along the ropes and careened into the corner post as the Brit gave chase. Her offense was nowhere to be found; curling up behind her hands for the last thirty seconds and limping to the break having almost been finished round one. Debling dominates, 10-8.

Round 2/3:
After a shellacking that had most of the arena questioning whether she belonged in the same ring as Debling, Matsugane clawed her way into the fight. It wasn’t nearly as overwhelming, but Yoko managed to steal the second with some late guile; leaving Debling frustrated she let it remain close enough to be taken from her.

The third began with the makings of another onslaught from the Brit; vaulting off her stool and walking the Japanese beauty down with HEAVY, drumming overhands. Matsugane gave ground, but didn’t buckle; taking one, two, three, FOUR wicked slap-shots off the forearms before craning to the side and slicing a rebuttal through the blonde’s navel. Debling gagged as her gut was flayed; frozen in place as alternating hooks RATTLED off her curvy hip and opposite rib cage. The blonde teetered to her heels, wounded but coiling a shoulder-high response just as Yoko slid in and STAMPED a jab on her lips.

Debling’s smoky lashes fluttered as she gutturally whimpered, drifting sideways and sprawling over the ropes. Her thick stems kicked out from underneath her and jellied, caught up on the ropes by her armpits. Yoko recklessly crashed into the splayed Brit and straightened her sagging frame; holding her up by the chin and scooping BRUTAL uppercuts into her waistline and belly button. Debling gagged as Matsugane buried one, two… five, six, seven gutting rights into her lower abdomen; drool dripping from her bottom lip as she folded forward at the waist. Hanging onto the ropes by her elbows, Debling’s tear-dropping chest was suddenly FLATTENED; hook-cross-hook-jab puncturing her rack from both sides as Matsugane put the ‘destruction’ in JMD. The blonde’s massive G-cups sloshed and bounced with each merciless hammer, finally spilling out the bottom of her belted bandeau top as it rode up around her clavicles. Running out of steam, Yoko scooped Melissa up by the armpit and swung her back to center-ring; the blonde gawkily sprawling to remain upright as she furiously pant for air. Finally the bell came, with Yoko sprinting into a shocking lead thanks to a 10-8 third.

Round 4:
The Brit was in a precarious state, but her cardio was noticeably improved since signing with the CWF. As evidenced by her stunning upset over Cougar Champion, Tina Louise, Debling had plenty of skill; all she needed was coaching. McElhone was in her ear the entire break, lifting the slouching blonde’s spirits and buoying her off the stool to start the fourth. Yoko wasn’t a total pushover, but her explosion in the previous two rounds was somewhat of a shocker. Debling looked to have taken the best she had and come out the other side, as she spent the first minute of the fourth dictating pace.

Matsugane’s success seemed to embolden her, perhaps to her own detriment as she took repeated barbs from the pressuring Brit but kept trying to foolishly answer. Overhand-jab-jab to Yoko’s cheek, left-right to the bust, swiping overhand to the temple; Matsugane was battered into the far corner but still felt she could damage the blonde. Yoko’s spine rattled off the post with nowhere to go; opting to open up and sling an ambitious combination toward Debling’s forehead that fell flat and well short. Melissa craned out of range, then deftly slid back in; PUMPING a heart-stopping straight right through Yoko’s left breast. The Japanese model squealed as her torso concaved; swaddling her jiggling chest with both arms as Debling snarled and SPIKED a bitter left through her cheek, downing her.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Matsugane crashed to her knees as her head snapped sideways, out on her feet before she puddled at Melissa’s. Yoko’s slender frame swelled with deep, slumbering pants; her arms and legs strewn out as she rocked flat on her chest.

7… 8… 9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, MELISSSSSAAAAA DEBBBBBLINGGG!!!!"