Post by Lookout! Boxing on May 31, 2024 23:07:37 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape (JMD):
Melissa Debling (4-2-0, 4 KO)
5'5, 35 years old, 32G
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
vs.
Keeley Hazell (4-12-0, 4 KO)
5'6, 37 years old, 32F
This Is Glamour
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “
"AND NOW! Making her 7th 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.
Hazell was reportedly another popular Brit that was considered in the CWF’s recent oversea expansion, and given her jaw-dropping reveal it wasn’t hard to see why. The 37 year old London native was in immaculate shape; her sculpted midsection exposed in a pale pink, high-waisted thong and matching micro bikini top. Hazell’s heavy 32F bust tested the tensile strength of her tiny triangular bra, every bit as dangerous a JMD weapon as Debling’s pair. The brunette’s long locks were twisted into braided pigtails, a spring in her step as she made her first appearance of the year in either the FCBA or BBU.
Round 1:
With age and measurables just about a wash, the striking difference between the two in the opener was Debling’s punctuality when stringing together punches. Having spent a few months under The Federation’s tutelage, the blonde was starting to exhibit some of the spunk and promise their scouts had seen in her in the BBU. Bullying her way inside on Keeley, Debling immediately crash-tested the brunette’s airbags; pounding her hanging F-cups with a heart-stopping jab-hook-hook-STRAIGHT. Hazell gagged as she was bucked to her heels; whooshing a left over the Kent native’s head before the blonde plowed into her taut midsection with a bullish shoulder-charge into the near corner. The tangled pair were immediately broken up, but Debling was right back on; walking Keeley down with a cross-jab-jab that snapped against her gloves. A gutting hook to the brunette’s navel scooped out her belly, a tit-thumping one-two shaking her rack; uppercut-uppercut clacking her teeth before a MEATY left pierced her swelling bust. It didn’t take long for Hazell to find herself in deep waters, as the blonde dominates the opener 10-8.
Round 2:
Hazell had an impressive reach for someone just a shade over 5’6, and after being swarmed in the opener she put it to good use. A quick thwart to the blonde’s bulldog aggression was a sharp jab to the lips; Debling’s smokey eyelashes fluttering as she wobbled somewhat bow-legged on her heels. A crabby pincer combo from Melissa fell short of Keeley’s abdomen, the brunette catching her in the middle of no-man’s land with a FEROCIOUS overhand right that clubbed the center of her sternum. Debling gutturally grunt as her weighty rack shook, trampolined into the rubber while cradling her bust with both arms. Hazell kept a moat around her while flaunting her reach; volleying with distant jabs and hooks as Melissa shrugged up against the ropes. The blonde’s chest quaked as Hazell chugged a nasty hook-straight-hook that pierced her G-cups; a bladed left carving a chunk out of her hip, a concussive right-right rattling her temple. McElhone was climbing the middle rope to beg Debling to get off them, the blonde finally two-hand shoving Keeley back to center ring and escaping the phone booth. Debling snarled as the last ten seconds rang out, hiking up her sagging bandeau top and conceding the remainder of the round. Hazell quickly back to level, 10-8.
Round 3/4:
Keeley was right back in the cockpit after a quick break; opening up her repertoire and SHELLING the blonde who was stuck in quicksand. Leading with a balletic, pre-meditated combo, Hazell dipped low in her approach and sliced a hook through the waistband of Debling’s thong; sliding around the blonde’s messy retort and slamming a buckling one-two-three up her curvy frame. Debling heaved as the leading uppercut sunk into her belly button, the trailing overhand pancaking her left breast flat to her sternum; sloshing to her heels before the finale cracked against the bottom of her chin. The blonde misted a mouthful of crimson drool as her neck snapped straight back, hoarsely mewling as her arms pinwheeled and she floundered into the corner post. An armpit hooking the top rope kept her from crumbling all the way down, her legs gracelessly sliding into a full-split as Hazell pushed to tenderize her prey.
Debling pedaled her heels to try and push more upright, ducking behind her forearms as Keeley rushed and STAMPED a heartless running overhand into her bust; the blonde exploding with a full-throated wail as her spine rattled the post and slid further down. Hazell scooped one, two, three, FOUR shovel-uppercuts into the underside of the blonde’s heavy rack; each bouncing her titanic bust until Debling finally had enough and slammed down on the brunette’s wrists to break her rhythm. Melissa clumsily fell forward and breathlessly tied Keeley up; hugging as tight as she could and riding the brunette through her attempts to free herself. The last thirty were a graceless slow-dance, Debling narrowly limping to the finish line and earning her stool.
Keeley was fully in her bag, looking like a completely new fighter despite years having gone by since her last win. The brunette added another point to her lead in the fourth, continuing to plaster the answerless blonde in a shocking three-round run. After 10-8 and 10-9 rounds, Hazell finds herself running away with this fight.
Round 5/6:
Melissa looked nothing like the fighter that had downed Cougar Title holder, Tina Louise just a month ago. Then again, the blonde had yet to go past round four in ANY of her fights with the CWF. As backwards as it might sound, McElhone likely wanted to see what the Brit was made of; even if it meant Keeley continued to dichotomize her fighter. A flash of heart from the cornered blonde in the fifth saw her end Hazell’s winning run, clawing back with a 10-9 effort even if it was mostly stagnant.
The last time Debling went into the sixth was 2017, a loss, so the blonde would need to exercise her demons in this bout. Hazell, to her credit, had been rock solid defensively; continuing to wall off Debling any time she tried to bully her way in tight. Trying to manufacture a way to free her dangerous right hand, Debling went the catty route; extending a groping left palm toward Keeley’s scantly-clad bust. Hazell swatted at Melissa’s bait, increasingly annoyed as Debling grabbed and pawed at her bikini top. Finally Hazell thoughtlessly snapped back, dropping her guard and clawing a fadeaway left across Melissa’s chest just as the blonde came over the top of her foxhole. Taking a rake across the rack to make a play, Debling EXPLODED through Hazell’s chin with a cocky right; bludgeoning the brunette’s jaw with an electrified overhand. BANG, Hazell goes down with ONE SHOT.
1… 2… 3… The wide-eyed brunette awkwardly sprawled to her ass and skid to a stop against the ropes; hands bracing her fall as she tried to comprehend how that bolt of lightning found her chin. Keeley took an extra second to steady her involuntary teeter, looking up at a preening Debling with a mystified expression of shock. Hazell was right back up by four, seemingly refusing to believe how quickly her dominance had been flipped on its head. The brunette had barely found her feet before Melissa was in her grill once again, flinging rhythmless rights and lefts up and down her frame. Left to the hip, right to the clavicles, hook-hook to the bust, uppercut to the jaw. The brunette rocked into the ropes as her bulbs bulged, her thighs jellying as Debling drummed her winded abdomen from both sides. Puncturing hook to the tits, blade through the navel, temple-cheek-chin; Hazell’s graceless frame was pitching in the wind before finally the official dove in to drag Debling off. IT’S ALL OVER!!
"And your winner, by TKO in Round 6, MELISSSSSAAAAA DEBBBBBLINGGG!!!!"
