Post by Lookout! Boxing on Sept 27, 2024 23:56:50 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape (JMD):
Grace Boor (0-1-0, 0 KO)
5'5, 22 years old, 36E
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
vs.
Jessica Nigri (15-25-0, 15 KO)
5'7, 35 years old, 34D
Knockout Artist Productions
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “
“AND NOW! Making her 2nd appearance in the FCBA. Please welcome the Indianapolis, Indiana native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 120 pounds, GRACCCEEEE BOOOOOORRR!!”
Grace’s jaw-dropping body was scantily clad in a pale-white, sheer micro bikini that desperately clung to her heavy E-cups as if it were painted on her skin. The thin-banded bandeau bra did little to contain her natural, overflowing chest; her heaving orbs swelling out the top and bottom of the spandex belt fastened around her sternum. Her bronzed skin glimmered with a light sheen of perspiration; her satin locks already soaked through and matted with sweat as she twisted her hair into a messy pony tail. Heavy, thick eye-liner coated her long lashes; the smoke from her mascara mixing with the flush of her cheeks as she waved to throngs of fans and milked her highly-anticipated entrance. 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 beaming smile as she slid lewdly into the ring.
The former JMD Title holder was still in the midst of a career-worst tumble; having lost eight in a row before joining the newly-formed Knockout Artist Productions. The imaginative cosplay model was still up to the task of dropping jaws at least outside the ring; as she hit the runway in a micro bikini that rivaled the brunette’s material square footage. The bite-sized triangular cups of the blonde’s baby blue and white-striped bikini were already struggling with the jog down the ramp; her matching string thong lost between her cheeks as she barrel-rolled into the ring. Nigri’s bubbly personality and equally buoyant tits received the full spotlight as she paused to tuck herself back into her top, smirking as she slipped into her gloves in her corner.
Round 1:
While Grace had technically made her ring debut already, no one would hold a loss against Mikayla Demaiter against her. The Front Street product was miles ahead in her development, but with the backing of a legit Stable this time around, Boor was hoping to catch up quick. The youngest Federation fighter by a mile, Boor was offered refuge under a number of wings. The similarly-built Lindsey Pelas seemingly took the role of lead trainer, and Boor’s upbringing was immediately apparent. A sidewinding right rocked the blonde’s hip, a nasty bear-paw SWIPING across her rack; Nigri tried to grind away with a clinch but Boor had been molded into an underhanded brawler already. A questionable near low-blow GUTTED the blonde; stamping the waistband of her thong bottoms and jutting her lower half away from their busty hug.
“Quit your bitchin’, that was clean!” Boor hissed; letting the blonde hear it after Jessica took a moment to bark at the official for missing the perceived infraction.
Nigri was bigger and FAR more experienced, but Grace had her hands and eyes locked on the cosplay model’s inviting chest; skittering around with boundless energy and POUNDING Jessica’s buoyant rack with her dominant right. It was a message-sending opener from the CWF newbie; Boor kicking things off 10-9.
Round 2/3:
It didn’t take long for a former JMD Champion like Nigri to figure out that Boor was crutching one hand; and with an inability or unwillingness to punch left, the kid was dangerously predictable. Nigri started to dissect the brunette’s youthful advances in the second; circling away from her concrete-loaded right hand and finding her hanging bust with regularity. Every shot to her bouncing E-cups was taken personally; Boor growing more and more frustrated as her padding was pancaked by the blonde.
After a leveling second, Boor kept her pedal glued to the floor as Nigri deftly backpedaled for time and space; Grace finally erupting out of her chair and flinging a careless overhand well short of the blonde’s chin. Boor suddenly yelped as Jessica pumped a bouncing uppercut into her underboob; freezing the brunette before a venomous right hook SLICED across her chest and slung her golden orbs out the bottom of her bandeau bra. Boor gracelessly wobbled to her heels holding her bare, tear-dropping rack with a disheveled arm-bra; grunting as a stiff left PULSED her lips from straight on. Grace’s skull sloshed side-to-side as a bony one-two SLAMMED her jaw from both sides; her jellied stems stamping for clean footing and sprawling into a standing split as Nigri rolled out and lifted a wheelbarrow uppercut into her pierced navel.
Boor gagged as her toned midsection folded over the blonde’s fist; drooling her mouthpiece to the canvas as Nigri two-hand shoved her into the near corner. McElhone vaulted up the apron as her fighter was butchered; imploring Grace to lift her hands as Nigri walked up and HAMMERED her hanging rack with a straight right. Boor’s chest shook as she let out another throaty squelch; sagging down the post as Nigri alternated one, two, three… six, SEVEN, EIGHT twisting hooks into her buckled midsection. Any less padding and Nigri might’ve punched a hole through her sternum, but somehow the rookie survives to the bell. Nigri backs a strong 10-9 second with a BRUTAL third; 10-8 and the lead for Jess.
Round 4:
Grace had just enough fighting naivety to be wholly unaware that she was hurt; wobbling out for the fourth with her wardrobe malfunction remedied for the time being and ready to trade again. Cautioned instructions from her corner told Nigri that the brunette was still vulnerable; Jessica chomping at the bit to find one more clean shot that would puddle her opponent and end her night. A left from the blonde was athletically side-stepped, a right batted away; Nigri in a full chase as Boor took her turn on the backpedal.
In her eagerness, Nigri lost track of the brunette’s dynamite right; winding just into range as Grace cocked at her ear and SPIKED a knee-knocking overhand through the model’s temple. A mist of sweat and drool slung to the mat as Nigri’s skull SNAPPED around; her body drunkenly following as she was thrown into the ropes just a few feet away. Jessica’s eyes bugged as she clamped an armpit over the top rope; one leg kicking out as she tried to posture back up straight. Boor alertly chased her immense damage, swinging a wild left that THWACKED the blonde’s heaving chest and pancaked her swelling tits to her chest. An uppercut clobbered the underside of the blonde’s rack, hook-hook PULSING her heart, a bony shot spiking through her cheek; navel, ribs, RACK, TEMPLE, RACK. Nigri’s death-grip on the ropes melted away with each heavy hand, a final overhand HAMMERING her clavicles and downing the blubbering blonde on her backside.
1… 2… 3… 4… Jessica mewled as she rolled to her hip holding her porcelain bust; her chest quaking with violent pants and the jarring reverberations of the ring as she tried to keep herself tucked into the tiny cups of her bikini.
5… 6… 7… Boor was practically stunned at the suddenness of it all; her chest heaving as she raised an unsure arm with an inquisitive victory pose as Nigri squirmed at her feet. The blonde’s one-armed grip on the middle rope slipped as she craned just a few inches off the mat; floundering back to her ass with a throaty grunt and curling up at the base of the ropes.
8… 9… 10!!
"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, GRAAAACEEE BOOOOOORRR!!!!"
Post Fight:
Grace quickly showed she had a sweet-tooth; ending her parade around the ring early and heading straight for the icing on her very first ‘victory cake’. Nigri shook her head and pedaled away on her backside as Boor encroached on her corner; whimpering as the insatiable brunette dove to her knees and mounted the blonde’s slender waist. Nigri’s midsection crunched as she was yanked up by the scalp, shrieking as Grace momentarily cradled her cheek to her bosom as though she’d performed this Finisher dozens of times before.
The calculated brunette made use of the clingy spandex belted around her enormous rack, stretching the fabric away from her dangling E-cups until there was juuuust enough room to squeeze the blonde’s head between her orbs and CLAMP her vice shut. Nigri pedaled and squirmed as Boor’s fleshy mounds devoured her face; literally strapped to the brunette’s chest as she was drowned in a fleshy breast smother. Boor added an air-sucking hug to seal the tomb tighter, twisting her arms around the back of Nigri’s neck and shimmying the fading model deeper into her inescapable cleavage. Boor inched up and straddled the blonde’s upper half as tight as she could, her titanic chest quaking as Jessica’s violent convulsions slowed to a more involuntary pace. Finally the comatose blonde fell still and was permitted to slither out from between her jugs, THUMPING to the canvas, spread-eagled and puddled beneath the victorious rookie.