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28 February 2024 Melissa Debling vs Rio Natsume

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OFFICIAL FCBA "25TH ANNIVERSARY" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 February 2024 at 7:49 pm

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Melissa Debling (1-1-0, 1 KO)
5'5, 35 years old, 32G
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Rio Natsume (3-5-0, 3 KO)
5'2, 38 years old, 38G
Front Street Japan

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

"AND NOW! Making her 3rd appearance in the FCBA. Please welcome the Kent, England native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 125 pounds, MELISSAAAAA DEBBBBBLING!!”

Outfits:
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.

Clad in a preposterous micro bikini that almost made Debling’s appear modest, Rio’s heavy chest sloshed and swelled with every tiny breath; barely contained by the triangular white fabric casing her massive chest as she bounded down the ramp. Rio had seen just about enough of CWF ladies’ smug mugs looking down on her; her last three losses coming at the hands of Debling’s new Stablemates. Tonight she was here for revenge on their newest rookie.

Round 1/2:
Underwood, Pelas, Mara, and now Debling; The Federation felt as though they had Natsume well and truly scouted to a “T” as they teed her up once more for their newly signed Brit bombshell. Debling executed her game plan early, following McElhone’s instruction to leap out to a narrow lead thanks to a 10-9 first; but Natsume wasn’t going to lay down without exacting some form of vengeance.

The comparatively rangy blonde was in control through the first half of the second round; skittering around the ring for some tentative jabs and hooks with her favored right hand before Natsume made her move. Ducking a third consecutive telegraphed right, Rio swatted away at the blonde’s paw and threw her off-balance; side-stepping and pumping a brutal, suffocating straight-right into the center of Melissa’s rack. The blonde gagged as her bulbs stretched wide; seizing as she buckled bow-legged, her heavy, tear-dropping chest quaking with aftershocks as she fell forward and face-planted into the corner. Debling wobbled as she unraveled and sprawled across the ropes, her hanging chest heaving as she whimpered for oxygen, holding her swelling bosom with one hand. Rio was invigorated by the blonde’s suffering; shouldering into Debling’s abdomen and chugging a ferocious windmill flurry into her sternum.

The blonde’s tits bounced and sloshed as Rio pistoned rights and lefts, nearly leaving her feet with each wild swing as she hammered away at the Brit’s pancaked rack. One, two, three… ten… twelve; Debling hooked the top rope and hung lower with each gut-wrenching rack attack. With Rio sputtering to a breathless stop herself, the two fell into a winded embrace; wobbling off the ropes with Debling gagging and drooling her gum-shield down Natsume’s back. With just seconds left, Melissa dragged her way to the finish; needing the entire intermission to take in a breath without grimacing. After a lazy start, Natsume arrives with a purpose; taking the second 10-8.

Round 3:
Finally working with an experienced trainer in her corner, Debling came back out without too big a dent in her confidence; shaking off the brunette’s broken-English taunts and lassoing a heavy left-left-right to shut her up. The blonde wasn’t as quick on the button to follow, but with some vocal imploring from her side, she chased; volleying a hook-hook-jab that snapped against Rio’s mouth and dribbled her toward the ropes.

Stalk, toy, feign, strike; Debling floated in and out of range with a heady bit of bait before finally hooking a screwdriver left through the brunette’s hands and popping her on the cheek. Natsume flushed off the ropes and drunkenly stamped away, turning her back on the blonde for half a second too long as Debling ran her down and RAKED a merciless overhand through her temple. Natsume’s skull violently snapped as she was spiked with a blinding right fist, gurgling as her legs locked and she tipped to kiss the canvas in one limp motion.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Natsume gracelessly skid to a stop on her belly as she was deposited chin-first to the mat; her arms folded up beneath her panting chest as she went straight out like a light. Debling hadn’t experienced a moment like this since 2016; a mystified expression seeping across her face as she looked to her corner in disbelief as the count droned on.

7… 8… 9… 10!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 3, MELISSSSSAAAAA DEBBBBBLINGGG!!!!"

Post Fight:
Vaulting into the arms of her corner, Debling savored the first victory lap she’d earned in some seven years; celebrating with the exuberance of a Title win as she was finally able to get back on track in just her first fight with a new Stable. Still just 35 and without the weight of a poor FCBA record saddled over her shoulders, the Brit still had plenty of opportunity to make a name for herself having just arrived overseas for good.

With Rio still completely comatose, there wasn’t much that a breast smother JMD finish could accomplish that hadn’t already been done; Debling walking over to the brunette’s quaking frame and rolling her over to her back with a kick to the shoulder. Natsume sloshed to an awkward stop on her back, unraveling spread-eagle, arms strewn high above her head as her heavy chest continued to jiggle with fleshy spasms and convulsions. Rather than going for overkill, Debling simply took a souvenir; crouching down at Rio’s side and shimmying the lifeless brunette out of her micro bikini top. Natsume whimpered with her eyes still wired shut, her rack spilling free as Debling claimed her top and stood tall; planting a victorious heel atop the Japanese beauty’s mountainous summit and raising her arms in victory.