Melissa Debling

Age: 29

Height: 5'5

Weight: 130 lbs

Bust: 32G

Hometown: Ramsgate, Kent, United Kingdom

Record: 3 - 2

Wins: Melissa Debling (54%) defeats Cali Logan (46%)

Melissa Debling (51%) defeats Mandy Moore (49%)

Melissa Debling (55%) defeats Maitland Ward (45%)

Losses: Lucy Pinder (74%) defeats Melissa Debling (26%)

Demi Rose Mawby (45%) defeats Melissa Debling (55%) via RNG

Injuries: Lucy Pinder (74%) defeats Melissa Debling (26%) - Broken Ribs - 4 Weeks

Rivals: Lucy Pinder (0 - 1)

Lucy Pinder (74%) defeats Melissa Debling (26%)

Tag Record: 1 - 1

Wins: Pinder/Debling (76%) defeats Logan/Lynx (24%)

Losses: Pelas/Addison (65%) defeats Pinder/Debling (35%)

Lucy Pinder vs. Melissa Debling

"Two luscious Brits looked to mark their arrival to the CWF with an exclamation point as they faced off against one another, both putting their hat in the ring to challenge the likes of Upton and Daddario. The winner of their introductory match however, would have a gigantic leg up in that quest. Their measurables were fairly identical on paper, and even face-to-face, but this had been a slaughter. The dogged brunette, Lucy Pinder, had dismantled the dallying blonde, seriously injuring her ribs just seconds in with a gut-wrenching Over The Knee Backbreaker.

The blonde's rib cage was cheery red as she drunkenly staggered opposite a pressing Pinder, windedly clutching her side before a singular palm to the sternum sent her tumbling clumsily to the canvas. Teary streaks of mascara marked her rosy cheeks as she winced with the fall, scooting on her bare behind into the corner as Lucy slowly backpedaled into the opposite one. The stark nude blonde scrunched against the ring post, one hand delicately cradling her midsection while the other slid between her fleshy thighs, cupping her sleek, shaven cunt from the thousands of pairs of prying eyes.

Suddenly the ring began to quake as Lucy tramped across the canvas with conviction, cutting off Melissa's shrill squeal as she went airborne and clobbered the seated Debling with a merciless Bronco Buster, thrashing and bouncing atop the blonde's bare, heaving bosom as she pinned her to the post. Debling's curvy frame was trounced repeatedly until she slumped to her back, helplessly mewling as she swaddled her enormous breasts with both hands, wheezing as she lulled to the healthy side of her sternum.

Lucy slid to her haunches at Melissa's hip, gently trickling her fingers over the blonde's exposed, pulsing rib cage before using a tug on her shoulder to pin Melissa to the canvas on her back. With a wry smile, Pinder cupped Melissa's left tit and mushroomed the fleshy orb flat to her chest, calling for the merciful 3-count to end her countrywoman's suffering".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Cali Logan vs. Melissa Debling

"A blubbering Logan whimpered and squirmed as she clumsily crawled on all fours toward the near ropes, streaks of mascara smearing down her flushed cheeks as she finally extended a quivering hand and wrapped her fingers around the rubber-encased hose hoping to pull herself upright. Cali's plump pussy lips peeked out from between her slender thigh gap as her hips sensually wiggled and swayed with each shuffle across the ring. A bright red hand print slowly faded on the brunette's bubbly ass cheek, her golden bronzed skin seemingly flushing with embarrassment as the triumphant Brit stood over her, straddling her turned back intent on not relinquishing control.

"Up you go!" Melissa hissed, twirling Cali's bra around one of her fingers before slingshotting it against Cali's lower back, leaving the brunette bared for all to see. The heaving blonde then craned at the waist and twirled two clumps of Logan's silky auburn locks around her fingers, yanking the mewling fetish star back to her feet. Cali drunkenly swayed on her heels, gritting her pearly whites and pinching her bulbs shut in agony as Melissa dragged her around the ring by the scalp.

Suddenly the blonde slugged Logan in the gut, breathlessly arching over at the waist and dribbling a stream of drool across her shuffling feet, wheezing and gurgling as Debling tucked the brunette's skull underneath her armpit and postured Logan up straight. With a grisly snarl, the devilish Brit slid her palm between Cali's pinching thighs, roughly tugging on Logan's manicured bush without a hint of delicacy. A hoarse shriek echoed from the center of the ring as Cali extended to her tippy toes, squealing in agony before her cries were silenced in a flash of athleticism. With stunning precision, Melissa hoisted and slung Cali's frame in a full revolution, whipping the brunette spine-first into the canvas with a breathtaking Snap Suplex.

A breathless huff erupted from Logan's pursed lips as her limbs slid spread eagle, her feet gently, reflexively pedaling for freedom in semi-consciousness as Melissa arched into an impressive bridge pin. The brunette's caramel nipples stiffened as her tits stood erect, convulsing as she sputtered and drifted into dreamland. Cali's bright hazel bulbs rolled into the back of her skull as her eyelashed daintily fluttered, twitching and gurgling as Melissa held her artful pin for a senseless 3-count".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Cali Logan vs. Melissa Debling

Melissa's debut match did not go as planned. She was stripped nude and received several broken ribs for her efforts. To say she was trepidatious about her return to the ring would be an understatement. The blonde started the bout off slow, which proved to be detrimental. Cali Logan, the feisty fetish model, put her erotic skills on display -- stripping, spanking and fingering the busty blonde. Melissa fought back, not wanting to suffer another loss, stripping Cali down and scratching and clawing at her breasts. But, Cali seemed to be better equipped for erotic fighting.

Cali had Melissa in deep trouble. Debling writhed in humiliation and screamed out in protest. But, of course, no one could hear Melissa's screams, only the muffled sounds of whimpers emitted from under Cali's rear end.

Cali had her ass placed smack-dab on Debling's face, and the brunette was loving every second. "You know what I just love?" Logan asks her whimpering prey, "I LOVE to make my opponent's feel helpless. Here, lemme give you a demonstration," Cali peels her ass off of Melissa and skips over to a large duffle bag the brunette placed near the corner of the ring.

Melissa sucks in deep breaths and slowly rolls onto her stomach, reaching up at the ropes. Cali exclaims in excitement and extracts a ball gag and some nautical rope. The petite brunette turns around and her sparkling eager eyes instantaneously buldge from her skull and fill with pools of tears. The THWACK of Melissa's foot drilling Logan's crotch sounds through the packed arena. Melissa doesn't even wait for Logan's knees to buckle. She immediately tackles her to the ground, mounting her slender waist, and drops her massive twin orbs ontop of her opponent's shocked features.

Melissa belts out a primal roar and circles her arms around Logan's head, pulling her face in tight. Cali erratically flails her limbs, her shrieks are lost in the fleshy cavern in between Melissa's tits. The brunette's tan legs slowly cease their kicking, slowing down to an occasional, seldom twitch.

Melissa peels her massive breasts from her foe, allowing Logan's mouth to emit a suction cup-like POP. The referee counts Cali out, awarding Melissa the victory. The busty blonde began walking toward the ropes when her foot hit something on the ground. Melissa's lips curled in a grin. "You know," Melissa sneers, "I believe it's about time for me to make my future expectations very clear." Debling walks over to Cali's bag and removes several items. She walks back over to Cali, rolling the brunette face-down.

"I'm" Melissa shoves the ball gag in Cali's slack mouth, "not a jobber," Melissa tries Cali's hands behind her back with thick rope. "And I," Melissa places a strapon around her waist, "am coming" Melissa grabs Cali by her haunches, raising her ass up. "for" Melissa positions the tip of the dildo against Cali's lips and grabs her by the back of her hair, "all the gold!" Melissa punctuates her statement by drilling the large dildo inside Logan's pussy, fucking her doggystyle in the center of the ring".

- Submission by jdo90

Mandy Moore vs. Melissa Debling

"A shrill, throaty squeal erupted from between Debling's meaty thighs as she athletically twirled the gangly brunette in mid-air. Mandy's pendulous, slender gams folded limply over the Brit's broad shoulders, the blonde hugging Moore's slender waistline tight against her belly as she rotated her into position for a Tombstone Piledriver. Spoils of war littered the canvas as Melissa shuffled forward inch-by-inch, Mandy's sweat-soaked top and bottoms savagely having been ripped clean by an insatiable Debling, the singer's pale ass cheeks glistening in the overhead spotlights as Melissa was given a delicious faceful. With a guttural grunt Melissa's legs nearly gave out, finally showing the wounds a very-game Moore had inflicted in their breathtaking battle. Instead of detonating a deteriorating piledriver that might not pack the intended punch, the blonde instead churned forward, spearing Mandy's slender spine against the steel turnbuckle and pancaking her gangly frame against the unforgiving corner.

"HHHHUUUNNGGGGHHHHLLL" the brunette mewled, her limp frame sliding off Melissa's shoulders and draping over the corner turnbuckle upside down. A winded Debling slung Moore's lean gams over the top rope and folded her stems into a paralyzing Tree of Woe. The prudish Moore wailed as her trembling, protesting thighs were humiliatingly split to opposite sides of the post, exposing her plump kitty lips, a carefully trimmed triangle of pubic hair shaven above her mound. The brunette's flexibility and athleticism was on full display as she craned upwards in a full-body crunch, her toned abdomen straining as she attempted to undo the shackles around her calves, her back parallel with the ground below.

Circling the spasming brunette, Melissa suddenly stepped up and straddled the flailing singer's throat, cradling the back of her skull and lifting her mouth-first between her parted thighs. Mandy's arms began to pinwheel as she was thrust into a Reverse Headscissor from the Tree of Woe, gurgling and convulsing as Debling constricted her boa-like thighs. Mandy's hazel bulbs pooled with tears as she peeked out from between the Brit's bronzed trunks, her belly flexing, crunching and windedly huffing as she rapidly panted for oxygen. Melissa devilishly cupped Moore's freed tits, wrenching and mushrooming the fleshy B-cups flat to her chest, eliciting a muffled squeal as the brunette was helplessly smothered and groped.

The blonde then traced her digits over Moore's convulsing navel, her nails brushing against Mandy's sweat-soaked pubic mound before gently parting her plump lips. The singer's gangly frame stiffened, hoarsely grunting as the blonde forcefully thrust her middle digits into Moore's slit. Mandy's thighs trembled before turning to jelly, her body concaving, spasming as Melissa began to roughly knead and massage her clit. The brunette's frame began to pulse with electrical currents, her sternum swelling as she was worked into a pant, her light pink nipples stiffening as Debling expertly worked her into a lather. With a final heave, Mandy's gawky frame buckled and convulsed, her slender, split thighs trembling before her corpse went rigid, overwhelmed by a crippling orgasm. A final, futile gasp and her abdomen sulked to the canvas, hanging limply from between Debling's thighs, her arms dangling at her sides, fingers and dishevelled pony brushing against the mat below. The blonde released her headscissor and cradled the back of Mandy's neck, sickening spasms still jolting through her lifeless body as the victorious Brit unfolded her legs from atop the ropes and allowed her corpse to fall to the mat in a crumpled heap. Planting a single sole on Mandy's twitching bosom, Debling thrust her dripping fingers into her mouth, licking them clean as a 3-count rang out".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Mandy Moore vs. Melissa Debling

"Mandy Moore confidently struts to the ring with a microphone in her hand and a disgusted, irritated scowl etched across her face. A black, low-cut, cleavage-boosting lycra crop top accentuates her B cups and chows off her flat abdomen. Her signature black, spandex booty shorts -- with a red, rhinestone-studded, "M" embossed on each ass cheek, -- showcases her curvaceous hips. And her knee-high, black, leather boots cause her 5'10 frame to rise even higher. For a woman with 5 losses and 1 win, Mandy Moore certainly looked like an imposing figure. She enters the ring and addresses the crowd, "I am Mandy Moore! I am a multi-platinum singer, songwriter! I am a Golden Globe and Emmy nominated actress and I have my own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame! And, last but not least, I made history by defeating Jennifer Aniston in the first ever, Skin-to-Win Pay-Per-View!" Mandy paused, waiting for an applause break that never happened.

Shaking her head and scoffing at the crowd, Mandy continued, "So, given ALL of my achievements, can anyone please explain to me, why I am facing Marissa Bedling?" Mandy pauses and looks around at the jeering audience, holding her hands up in confusion. "Who even is she? What has she done to prove herself to the Hollywood Elite? I've been told she a model, but I've got news for you, MARISSA BEDLING," Mandy really draws out her enunciation, mockingly mispronouncing her opponent's name, "taking your clothes off and shaking your fat, fake tits in front of a camera doesn't make you a model. No, that makes you a slut, and not just any kind of slut. You're a Cam Girl Slut!!"

The audience erupted in applause as Melissa Debling ran down the entrance ramp. The Blonde Brit had heard enough and raced to the ring. Ever the crowd pleaser, Debling was scarcely clothed in a sexy schoolgirl outfit. Her massive breasts were popping out of her white, tie-up, crop top and her erect nipples were easily visible through the semi-sheer material, indicating the buxom beauty decided against a bra. As Melissa slid in the ring, her green, tartan miniskirt hiked up to reveal a barely-there white string thong. The blonde bombshell was obviously very comfortable in her skin and she decided right then, she was going to make Mandy Moore as uncomfortable in her skin as much as possible.

As the match was drawing to a close, the fans were treated to a truly humiliating spectacle. Mandy Moore's attire was scattered across the canvas. The haughty brunette was left in just her leather boots. The multi-platinum, Golden Globe and Emmy nominated, singer, songwriter, actress was croaking out deep, mournful sobs. Her hands frantically cupping her bare, bruised tits and smooth, shaven mound, but her attempts to shield her flesh from the hungry audience proved to be an aimless endeavor.

After toying with her prey, Melissa scooped Mandy in a brutal bearhug, crushing the taller woman's tits against her chest, Debling squeezed her foe until their was no more air left in Moore's diaphragm, leaving her unconscious. Debling slings Mandy's twitching figure down to the sweaty canvas and places her heel on Moore's face posing in victory. Before she leaves the ring, Melissa snatches up Mandy's discarded black thong -- the same one she wedgied up Mandy's snatch until it ripped -- and shoves the sweaty undergarment inside Moore's slumbering, open mouth. "Maybe this will keep your mouth shut. And now you'll remember my name." Debling hisses, leaving Mand spread-eagled in the ring".

- Submission by jdo90

Maitland Ward vs. Melissa Debling (Skin-to-Win Match)

"Coming off an eye-popping, sensual destruction of a hapless Mandy Moore, Melissa Debling looked to keep the momentum rolling with a win over a disappointing rookie in Maitland Ward. With expectations sky-high for the towering redhead actress-turned-pornstar, Ward took a humbling tumble in her opening match against Katy Perry. Early in this fight it looked as though she'd gotten her act together somewhat, flashing the promise that promoters saw in her, successfully stripping Debling stark nude just moments in much to the delight of the fans. Unfortunately for her, the needed pin to end the match would never come.

Seemingly finding her footing in this unique contest, it was Debling who began to take a foothold with authority, needing only Maitland's frilly, rose-colored thong to even the odds and bare her counterpart. Ward windedly clutched her enormous, teardropping D-cups as she helplessly pant for oxygen in the corner, dishevelled strands of her auburn locks strewn across her sweat-soaked forehead. Her pale features flushed, Ward was compliant as a controlling Debling methodically lifted her limb-by-limb to the top of the turnbuckle, balancing a drunken Ward on her ass. Debling insatiably licked her lips as she went lip-to-kitty with Ward, burying her face between Maitland's thighs and propping opposing limbs on her shoulders as though she was going to eat out the vacant pornstar.

Ward throatily squealed as Melissa then backed away from the turnbuckle, lifting and balancing the mewling redhead atop her shoulders and readying for a Powerbomb. The redhead's pale, fleshy orbs dangled squarely in Melissa's face, motorboating the pathetic, blubbering pornstar. Maitland incredulously pedaled her stems against Melissa's back as she squirmed for freedom, pleading with the blonde bombshell before a heavy, stunning *THUD* erupted as she was deposited spine-first into the canvas.

Accompanying the fleshy crunch and subsequent incoherent gurgling from the unconscious redhead was a material ripping, and as each of her limbs was strewn convulsing to a different corner of the ring, Melissa slyly pulled the torn bottoms from between Ward's pinched thighs. A devastating Powerbomb pantsing left the lifeless redhead naked and spread eagle, tits up, violently twitching as Melissa stepped over and straddled her curvy frame around the waist. With a sole planted on her sleek, shaved mound, Debling secured an uncontested 3-count victory, proudly puffing out her prize-winning bosom as she towered over her felled victim".

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Demi Rose Mawby vs. Melissa Debling

"Melissa Debling and Demi Rose met at the center of the ring, both with cool confidence and a determination to win etched across their face, staring at each other, a mere foot apart. Melissa Debling broke the silent stare-off with the first quip of the night.

“So, I heard you’ve been training hard for this match, trying to prepare how to handle these,” Melissa said as she cupped her 32G boobs with her hands. She continued with a laugh, while Demi remained silent, “I can see the jealousy and fear in your face, dear, and don’t worry hun, I don’t blame you. Let me give you a hint, though. You can’t handle them. They’re going to make you submit and you’re going to worship them in the end. After all, what’s the fun in a fight against a rookie, if you can’t show them their place?”

Demi, despite trying to hold in her emotions, couldn’t help but respond to the taunts. “I’ve faced better than you and won. I’m not scared of you —“

“Really? That’s not what you said in your interview yesterday. I remember you talking about how scared you were about these two smothering you senseless,” Melissa interjected as she cupped her tits again, “and like I said you should be, because they will.”

Demi, clearly flustered at this point threw down a gauntlet, “how about we turn it into an ‘I Quit’ match then? And whoever submits has to obey the winner as the winner humiliates the loser in the ring in front of this audience?”

Melissa clearly enjoyed the fact she was in Demi’s head, and continued her taunts. “Oh, Demi, are you asking me to let you worship my boobs in front of everyone here. I definitely think that can be arranged. I accept.”

With the pre-fight taunts out of the way, each of them returned to their corner and the ref rang the bell, prompting both fighters to approach and circle each other before coming together in a collar and elbow lock up. Demi, using her technique advantage, and hooked the calf of Melissa with the back of her heel and tossed her to the ground. Demi quickly pressed the advantage and rolled Melissa onto her front and straddled her back. “For someone talking so much shit, you’re not putting up a very good fight,” Demi gloated as she took advantage of Melissa’s predicament to lock in a camel clutch.

As Demi pulled back harshly on Melissa’s chin, Mellisa could help but cry out in pain as her back was stretched harder than any back ever should. Clearly annoyed at the taunts earlier in the match, Demi enjoyed pouring on the pain. “You know Melissa, you talked about your tits earlier, I think we ought to show them to the crowd.” As expected, the crowd roared with approval as Demi removed Melissa’s bra and began to knead her poor tits, which only elicited further groans of pain from Melissa.

Accepting Melissa wouldn’t submit to such holds, but quite satisfied with the damage done, she got up and dragged Melissa to a standing position before whipping her into the ropes and clotheslining her back into the mat. “How do you like that, Melissa? Well, probably more than this,” Demi said with a grin as she kicked out her legs and jumped into a banzai drop right onto Melissa’s moneymakers, crushing them with her massive ass. Continuing her dominant debut, Demi got back up again before banzai dropping right back onto her rack, crushing them yet again. Melissa looked like she had clearly seen better days in the ring, slightly dazed, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.

Demi got up and brought Melissa with her as she proceeded to continue the blonde’s suffering  by lifting her up into a bearhug. “Your back probably still hasn’t recovered from the camel clutch. Let’s see how you handle this, bitch,” Demi growled at Melissa, still furious at her earlier taunts. Melissa moaned in anguish, causing Demi to smile with joy as she took in her surroundings. She saw the lights of the cameras and the arena, the smiling fans, and most importantly, her broken opponent in front of her, the one who dared to taunt her. And then she only saw darkness.

“Mmmppph,” Demi’s next taunts were muffled by Melissa’s rack. Somehow, with the last vestiges of her strength, Melissa was able to wrap her legs around Demi’s hips and used her new position to wrap her hands tightly around Demi’s head and pulled her into her 32G cleavage, locking in a clever counter.

Demi, disoriented and surprised, couldn’t even come up with a response, as all the lessons of her training fled her mind. Melissa, full of newfound confidence taunted Demi, “I told you I would get you in here, eventually, Demi. You shouldn’t have made life so difficult for yourself. I am going to make you regret it.” Either fortunately or unfortunately for Demi, Melissa’s smother was so effective that she processed none of Melissa’s most recent taunts. Certainly unfortunate was for Demi was her clear state of shock and confusion. Her erratic breathing enhanced the damage done by the smother-scissor combo. Her decision to maintain the bearhug prevented her hands from offering any support to her attempt to break free from Melissa’s embrace, dooming her weak struggle to failure.

“How much longer do you think you can take this, Demi? Is my breast smother just as scary as you thought?” As Melissa said that, Demi’s legs began to buckle as the Melissa’s breasts sapped Demi of her once formidable strength. Melissa continued, her voice dripping with sadistic glee “Or are they scarier?”

Over the course of a minute, the crowd watched in shock as Demi went from a dominant bearhug, to her knees, with Melissa still hanging onto her, both the smother and the scissors locked on tight. And over the course of this event, the crowd watched the sound, technical fighter, put up a hapless resistance to a smother, seemingly letting it happen.

A few moments later Demi would careen forwards, causing Melissa’s back to collide with the mat, causing a temporary release of both the smother and the scissor. Unfortunately for Demi, the collision was not a particularly hard one and Melissa was able to quickly reunite Demi’s face with her boobs and wrap her legs around her waist, leaving Demi once again without sight or breath and having to deal with a tight scissor keeping her in place. “I must say Demi, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed being on my back more than right now,” Melissa laughed, “feel free to submit to them now or in a minute, dear. You’re worshipping them either way when we’re done.”

Though Demi was only free from the smother for less than a second, that time was crucial for her to take a quick breath, reorient herself, and process how she found herself in Melissa’s smother despite having dominated up until this point. Her training started to come back to her as she recovered from the initial shellshock of having the tables turned on her.

Demi, recognizing Melissa’s smother for the threat it was, began to shove desperately on her opponent’s shoulders as she attempted to pull her head back and out of the powerful smother she found herself in. Melissa, on the other hand, was having none of it as she quickly rolled to her side while keeping the smother-scissor combo locked on before giving a strong sudden squeeze of her legs, forcing Demi to involuntarily gasp in pain. Melissa smiled devilishly as she felt the air from that gasp tickle her dominant chest. “We could have done this the easy way, Demi. But, you had to struggle, didn’t you? You really don’t know your place. Well, I suppose it’s nothing my breasts can’t teach you before I am done playing with you,” Melissa said as she rolled once again, this time ending up on top of Demi, as her chest enveloped Demi’s face, pinning it to the cold, hard canvas beneath her. Demi tried turning her head left and right to try and find a quick breath before trying out her next escape plan, but it was no avail. All she found as she turned was more of the hot, dark vacuum that was Melissa’s encompassing rack.

“If you thought all the smothering up to now was bad, Demi, you’re in for a whole new world of torture. You can try moving and turning your head as much you’d like, but when you’re dealing with breasts like mine, you’re not going to find any air or any freedom,” Melissa said as she continued her draining smother. Demi was desperate for release after suffering for a minute in a breast smother while carrying her opponent and then being nearly immediately forced back into a breast smother that spanned various positions on the ground that had lasted nearly two minutes and counting. However, she knew desperation wasn’t going to get her free.

To Melissa’s surprise and chagrin, Demi still had a lot of fight left in her, as Demi attempted to buck Melissa off by bridging and pushing up on her chest. Melissa’s arms managed to keep Demi’s head tightly wedged in between her cleavage during Demi’s first attempt to bridge out, but the bridge did result in Melissa’s lower body being forced off of Demi’s ending the straddle and making the odds of success on succeeding attempts that much higher. Melissa snarled, “I guess you’re really begging me to grapevine you. You really don’t know when to quit,” as she tried to snake her legs around Demi’s to lock in the grapevine hold and seal her victory.

Demi, despite having spent a cumulative three and a half minutes and counting in Melissa’s debilitating smother at this point would not go down without a fight though as she moved her legs around to avoid the grapevine again. This time as she bridged and shoved on Melissa’s chest, she felt things would be different. Melissa no longer maintained a straddle and was unsuccessfully pursuing a grapevine, leaving her position much less stable than it was last time. Demi successfully bucking her off and finding freedom. Demi quickly rolled away and climbed to her feet, trying to maintain as much distance as she could from her opponent as she tried to recover from a smother that would have knocked out most other competitors long ago.

Melissa on the other hand was eager to get after her capable opponent, knowing that Demi was likely still woozy, from nearly 4 minutes between her rack. However, Demi, the capable striker/boxer she was, knew how to throw jabs and use her footwork to keep the distance while she tried to catch her breath and recover. After a minute, Melissa, unable to deal with this frustrating defense, decided to simply bullrush Demi and force her back to the ground. Demi sidestepped the attempted spear as Melissa speared air before her shoulder collided with the metal ringpost. Melissa’s cry of pain could be heard for miles following that collision and while she was lucky not to have broken her shoulder, she would certainly be feeling that collision for days to come.

Showing no mercy, Demi tried to use Melissa’s daring mistake to regain her once commanding advantage. She began by slamming Melissa’s head repeatedly into the turnbuckle, before turning her back around and delivering some brutal knife edge chops to Melissa’s prized breasts as revenge for the damage they did moments ago, causing Melissa to mewl in pain. Melissa tried to counter by firing her own counterpunch, but Demi simply ducked the strike and lifted Melissa onto her shoulder before bringing her back down on her knee in a devastating back breaker drop. Melissa’s back was in severe pain as this most recent attack compounded the damage done to her back by Demi earlier in the match.

Demi wasn’t done with demonstrating the strength advantage she had over Melissa, and as she continued to regain the strength previously drained by the smother, that difference became more obvious. She pulled Melissa back up, shoving Melissa’s head between her legs and wrapped her arms around Melissa’s torso before swinging her opponent into position for a power bomb. “Hey, Melissa, I remember you told me you enjoyed part of this match on your back, let me know how you like this,” Demi said as she slammed  Melissa back-first onto the canvas.

Satisfied that her opponent was sufficiently weakened, Demi pulled her opponent back up and whipped her into the nearest corner. She sultrily took off her bikini top as she walked over to her opponent, to raucous applause from the crowd, and used it to tie the hands of her now dazed opponent together. With Melissa weakened, woozy, and restrained, there was little she could do to stop what’s next. “Oh Melissa, I am going to make sure you never forget this” Demi said as she climbed the bottom rope and applied her own breast smother to her subdued opponent. “Don’t forget my 32DDs, while smaller than yours, are more than good enough to smother you out, Melissa,” Demi yelled as she leaned her chest into Melissa’s face. Melissa tried to take the smother for as long as she could, but she was in no condition to resist for long, and her legs quickly turned to jelly, kept standing only by the force of Demi’s body pinning her to the turnbuckle.

Demi voluntarily hopped off the top rope and fired a kick to Melissa’s stomach, causing her to collapse in a heap in front of the bottom turn buckle. Demi, excitedly preparing for her next move, wrapped Melissa’s arms around the bottom rope and positioned her opponent’s head against the bottom turnbuckle. Demi grabbed hold of the rope and began to subject her opponent to a bronco buster, relentlessly slamming her large ass into the the defenseless face of Melissa Debling. Each slam served to push Melissa further and further away from consciousness and following the sixth slam, we could see a bit of drool escape Melissa’s lip, a sign of the damage wrought.

Deciding it was time to end this match for good, Demi pulled her half-conscious opponent to the center of the ring, untied her hands, and wrapped her legs around Melissa’s head, trapping her opponent in her fearsome reverse head scissors. Pleased with her almost assured victory, Demi told her opponent, “Sorry, Melissa, but I’m afraid this is the end of the line for you. This is going to hurt — alot.” Melissa’s half-closed eyes suddenly bulged open, looking as if she just had 10000 volts run through her, shocked awake by the most painful scissor she had ever been in. She pulled with all her might against Demi’s thighs, but couldn’t get Demi’s powerful thighs to budge nor relieve any pressure. Unable to take the pain and realizing she had no hope of coming back, Melissa finally tapped Demi’s ass three times to signal her submission to the victor, prompting the announcer to call out, “your winner by reverse head scissor submission, Demi Rose!”

Debut victory in hand, Demi transitioned easily into a reverse facesit, depriving her defeated opponent of breath and sight with her elite asset, much in the same way Melissa did to her not too long ago with her super massive rack. With the match over and her point made, Demi chose to display grace instead of malice with her next words. “You did well, Melissa. If you had managed to lock in the grapevine I would probably be worshipping your rack right now after likely having been knocked out by it. Originally, when I was most angry at your taunts I planned to ride your face, cum on it, and then knock you out under my ass. Now that I’ve won, rather than humiliate you too much I want to give you a way out. You were a worthy opponent who gave me a good fight, so I’ll skip the first two parts of my plan if you just kiss my ass until I tell you to stop.

Eager to avoid the humiliation associated the other option, Melissa planted a quick peck on Demi’s right ass cheek. “Oh, no, Melissa, these better be real kisses if you want to avoid you-know-what. Do it right,” Demi ordered sternly. Melissa leaned back into Demi’s right ass cheek and planted a long kiss on it, knowing she needed to keep Demi happy — or else. “There we go, darling, that’s how I want all your kisses to be. Again!” Demi said with a smirk as Melissa kissed it deeply again. “Left side, now,” Demi commanded, “make them good.” Melissa switched to the left cheek and gave it the deepest kiss yet, much to Demi’s approval. “One more for the left, dear,” Demi said as Melissa quickly complied, “and now the center! And make it a good one.” Demi’s thong was already swallowed by Demi’s large ass and as Melissa placed her lips between Demi’s cheeks, they too disappeared into the depths as she planted yet another deep kiss. “Okay, Melissa, your last one. Center, again,” Demi said with a smile, “and then I put you to sleep.” Just as Melissa began her final ass kiss, Demi pulled Melissa’s face deeper into her ass, much to Melissa’s surprise, before slamming her ass back and driving the back of Melissa’s head hard into the mat. “Sweet dreams, my dear, I hope we get to do this again,” Demi cooed as she applied the reverse facesit that would soon send Melissa to a peaceful slumber. A minute later, Melissa was out cold, and by defeating the tenth ranked Bantamweight fighter in the CWF in her debut match the way she did, Demi made the loud arrival she wanted and that no one could ignore."

- Submission by NoAirZone

Lindsey Pelas/Emily Addison vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling

"In by far the bustiest matchup the Celebrity Wrestling Federation had ever seen, fans were absolutely drooling at the devious possibilities and endless outcomes, but what actually transpired was far more stunning than could have been imagined. Lucy Pinder was thought to be a premier challenger to the Bantam belt, and although a tag loss wouldn't hurt her chances, she was primed to carry her team to victory as the most talented and respected fighter out of the four. In an absolute whirlwind however, the initial Pelas versus Pinder pairing that started the match lasted just a handful of shocking moments. After drowning the Flyweight champion, Stana Katic, in her fleshy bosom in her spectacular debut, Pelas seized control of the busty Brit seemingly with ease just moments in, spoiling the enormous hype around this match and simply overwhelming Pinder before either even had the opportunity to tag out. The match ended with none other than a sultry breast smother as Pelas trapped the frazzled brunette in the corner and enveloped her crumpled frame, suffocating the Brit as her partner, Emily Addison, kept Debling at bay on the outside, ensuring there would be no interference. It's hard to imagine anyone could have impressed more in her first two fights than Lindsey Pelas, but this blonde is destined for stardom."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Lindsey Pelas/Emily Addison vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling

"It would be an understatement to say this 2v2 tag-team elimination match was a battle between well-endowed ladies. Among these skilled fighters, the smallest chest was Emily Addison's 32Es while Lucy Pinder boasted awe-inspiring 32Hs. When the the four fighters met in the center of the ring both Lindsey and Emily were greeted by an unfamiliar feeling as they realized their opponents had them both outgunned. Seeing the faintest hint of self-doubt creep onto their opponents' faces, Lucy and Melissa both cupped their chest, taunting them, emphasizing their size advantage. With all fighters in the center of the rings, the ref explained "this match is a tag-team elimination style match with unlimited rounds with each round lasting six minutes each and a fifteen second break between every round. At the start of each round after the first, both active fighters will begin the round halfway between their opponents corner and the center of the ring to prevent easy tags at the start of a new round. A fighter can be eliminated via submission or knockout. No fighter may return to the match after elimination. A fighter may enter the ring immediately after their teammate has been declared knocked out. Tags can only be made in each team's respective corners while the fighter being tagged in has both heels on the ground on the other side of the apron. After a tag, up to ten seconds of offensive collaboration is allowed before the fighter that tagged out must leave the ring. Exceeding the count is cause for automatic disqualification. All other standard rules apply." After the ref finished explaining the rules, she asked the starters for the match to return to their corners and for the other two fighters to step out onto the other side of the ring ropes.

Lucy, who recently defeated the current bantamweight champion, Kate Upton, and Emily Addison, the former flyweight champion, retreated to their respective corners, ready to start the first six minute long round, while their teammates took a position behind them, on the other side of their respective ring posts. Following the ref giving the signal to start, Lucy Pinder and Emily Addison came together in a collar-and-elbow lockup, both grappling for position. Emily made the first early progress of the match as she deftly turned the lockup into an arm lock. Emily twisted Lucy's arm, causing some minor pain before flipping her to the mat in a perfect form. Emily quickly dove to the mat and locked in a bow-and-arrow hold, stretching her opponent's back over her shins.

After a few moments in the hold, Lucy was able to struggle out and roll away. Unfortunately for Lucy, as she tried to roll away, Emily managed to grab a hold of her right leg and while Lucy was able to roll a little closer to the edge of the ring she wasn't in a good position to make a tag. Things got worse for Lucy as Emily turned the good position she he had into a single-legged Boston Crab. Lucy cried out in pain as her back was tortured yet again in the early minutes of the first round. Lucy tried once again to use her weight advantage to struggle and break free, but given Emily's more stable hold, those struggles went nowhere. Realizing she was close to the ropes, Lucy gave up the struggle and instead focused on grabbing hold of the ropes right in front of her. Using her arms and free leg, Lucy scooted herself forward and lunged towards the salvation of the ropes, holding on for dear life once she got a hold of them. Emily releases the hold as ordered, but the moment the ref signaled she could, she went back on the offensive.

This time Lucy was ready and she displayed the brute strength she had used to defeat Kate Upton, Yvonne Strahovski, and her current partner, Melissa Debling in single combat in prior matches. Back on her feet, Lucy defended against Emily's assault by locking her opponent up in a cinch that was quickly transitioned into a brutal belly-to-belly suplex as Lucy displayed her love for power moves. After bringing her opponent back to a standing position, Lucy proceeded to shove Emily into a standing headscissor. Lucy hooked her both of Emily's arms and lifted her into vertical position drawing massive cheers from the audience as they knew what was coming next.

Lucy dropped to her knees, slamming Emily chest-first into the hard, unforgiving canvas of the ring with a violent implant buster as Lindsey watched on helplessly, unable to rescue her partner. Emily was sprawled out on the mat after chest was crushed by Lucy's brutal power move, completely open to her opponent's next moves. Lucy dragged Emily back to her feet before shoving her into the corner where Melissa lay in wait. Lucy tagged in Melissa and had her restrain Emily from behind the ringpost, allowing Lucy to set up an easy breast-to-face splash against Emily. Emily had received such splashes before in fights before, but the damage done by Lucy's splash was unparalleled. Lucy's breasts came down upon Emily's defenseless face like twin wrecking balls. Had Melissa not been propping Emily up she would certain have collapsed, yet because of the collaboration between the two, Emily was open to another splash allowing Lucy to yet again use her twin globes to against Emily's face once more. As Lucy leapt into the air to splash Emily once again, Emily's eyes bulged in fear, knowing she could do nothing to stop what was coming. Lucy's breasts once again collided with Emily's face, brutally damaging her opponent. This time Melissa allowed Emily to collapse in the corner and Lucy slid out before the referee could count her out for excessive collaboration after the tag. Meanwhile, Melissa dragged Emily out of the corner and towards the center of the ring as she set up her own offensive.

Once she had Emily in the center of the ring, Melissa dropped to the mat and snaked her legs around those of Emily's, locking in a grapevine. Melissa extended her legs outwards, delighting in Emily's screams of agony and ineffectual thrashing. With just under two and a half minutes left in the round, Melissa pinned Emily's hands and lowered her 32G breasts over the terrified face of Emily Addison. Emily's face disappeared entirely as Melissa's twin orbs enveloped every facial feature of her foe. With her hands pinned and legs ensnared, even the wily Emily would have trouble escaping her current predicament. Emily had trained rigorously in No Air Zone stable practices with her tag-team partner and stablemate Lindsey Pelas to withstand breast smothers, and she would need to bring every part of that training to bear as she suffered under Melissa's breasts.

"Having trouble breathing down there, Emily? Is it rough being under tits this big?" Melissa taunted. Emily declined to respond, knowing she would have to conserve every breath of air she had to survive until the bell could save her, but even if she chose to respond, with the way she was drowning in Melissa's conquering boobs, anything she said would have only escaped as incomprehensible, muffled noises.

A minute into her breast smother, Melissa released Emily's hands and used her now available hands to pull Emily's head deeper into her already devastating hold. As she wrapped her arms around the back of her foe's head, Melissa told Emily, "don't count on the timer to free you, hun. You're passing out long before that final minute and fifty seconds left expires."

Thrust ever deeper in Melissa's cavernous cleavage, Emily found herself even more perilous circumstances. Her precious oxygen continued to dwindle as Melissa's impressive chest sapped it from her. Her tag team partner remained far away, unable to help. And the ticking of the timer seemed ever slower as she was forced deeper and deeper into Melissa's lethal embrace. Nevertheless, Emily's training, experience, and resolve allowed her to keep her cool, even as the smother got harder and harder to bear. After a total two and a half minutes suffering under Melissa's chest, Emily began to feel the smother-induced delirium set in.

Losing track of time, Emily began to worry about how long she had been in there and if she could make it. She knew she would never submit, but the thought of passing out became increasingly frightening. A mere fifteen seconds after that and the delirium left Emily completely disoriented.

By the time the bell rang, Emily was barely conscious and when Melissa finally unwrapped her arms and peeled Emily away from her chest, Emily was a discombobulated mess, gasping for air and barely able to stand. "I'm surprised you're still alive after that, Emily. I thought you'd have passed out for sure. Oh well, I'll just have to finish you off next round," Melissa said with a laugh.

Emily didn't even process the taunt as she stumbled back to her corner. After a dominating start turned into a brutal demolition following Lucy's counter, Lucy and Melissa's tag-team team coordination, and Melissa's powerful breast smother, Emily needed to recover desperately, but unfortunately for her, the fifteen second respite quickly expired and the referee signaled for the active fighters to take their positions in front of their opponent's corners.

Lindsey looked on, gripped by fear, as she saw her friend and mentor, Emily, stuck with Lucy behind her and Melissa in front of her, a position that would be nothing short of terrifying under normal circumstances, let alone after you were smothered by Melissa for three minutes. She desperately leaned into the ring hoping to make a tag at any point during the round, but deep down she knew that such a tag was going to be difficult with Melissa in the way. Despite what her mind said, her heart held out, praying that Emily would find a miraculous way out, like she had done so many times before.

Meanwhile, Lucy sneered at Emily, "oh Emily, I heard so much about how great you were, but it seems you're not even good enough to pass out between my tits this match. Looks like you're all Melissa's and won't be conscious for much longer." "Oh Emily, ready for your reunion with my babies? You can spend the whole six minutes of Round 2 under my chest, if you'd like," Melissa taunted as she cupped her buxom chest. As the ref signaled for the start of Round 2, Melissa wasted no time as she closed the distance between her and Emily with impressive haste, going for and easy takedown so she could re-apply her smother and knock Emily out for good.

Emily expected Melissa's moves, however, and hooked her opponent's right leg with her own, surprising Melissa and taking them both down to the ground in the middle of the ring. Emily, crawled as quickly as she could before leaping towards the outstretched hands of her partner. Seeing the tag, Melissa got to her feet and tagged in her partner thus causing Round 2 to start with the Pelas-Pinder matchup many fans wanted to see. Throwing caution to the wind, Lindsey came out of the gate fast and leapt at Lucy, catching her off-guard with a spear!

Lucy expected either early strikes or a collar-and-elbow type deal, but instead she was driven hard to into the ground by the aggressive Lindsey Pelas. Had the move failed it would have been called foolishly reckless, but with its success, Lindsey had secured her a major advantage. Transitioning straight into a body scissors, Lindsey squeezed Lucy's ribcage between her legs, causing Lucy to squeal in pain. While not as famous as her boobs, Lindsey's legs were still capable weapons, and they brought the pain to Lucy.

Still close to her corner, Lucy dragged herself towards it before reaching up and tagging her partner Melissa in. Realizing the danger she was in, Lindsey chose to break the hold as she saw her opponent reach for her partner rather than stick around to them fight her 2v1 for ten seconds. While Lindsey was able to roll away and avoid the 2v1, she was not able to avoid Melissa, who rapidly closed the distance and pulled her into a chest-to-chest bearhug. "Ready for my 32Gs to squash your itty-bitty 32Fs, Lindsey? I am sure you'll be crying for mercy soon," Melissa taunted as she thrust her chest straight into Lindsey's.

Lindsey was enraged by the taunt, never before having had her chest called small in a fight and responded in-kind by wrapping her arms around Melissa thrusting her chest into her foe's, unwilling to to lose the titfight. Both fighters were locked in each other's embrace and mashed their chest against the other, desperately trying to prove their own superiority, putting their pride on the line. For the moment, they were locked in a stalemate, neither chest giving a millimeter, both holding strong against the other.

Eventually, one chest started to give way to the other much to the surprise of one fighter, "how, how is this possible? This can't be," Melissa sputtered as her chest was dominated by Lindsey's.

"Ain't so itty-bitty now, are they, Melissa?" Lindsey responded, relieved that she was able to get revenge after the prior taunt. As Melissa's chest began to mushroom out thirty seconds later under Lindsey's pressure, she started to mewl in pain. Chest crushed and pride in tatters, Melissa's nightmare were only just beginning. Satisfied that she had proved the superiority of her chest over Melissa's, Lindsey intertwined her legs around Melissa's while keeping the embrace tight before using the leverage to launch a modified Thesz Press, crushing Melissa's proud chest even further under her own as they landed on the mat.

Lindsey dragged the stunned Melissa Debling over to her corner and tagged in Emily. "Well, I guess it's time to get my revenge, wouldn't ya say," Emily told Melissa with a grin as she straddled her. Emily wasted no time dropping her chest on her opponent's face nor did she waste any time locking in the grapevine. With a few seconds left in their offensive collaboration time, Lindsey stomped Melissa's stomach a few times before sliding through the ropes onto the other side.

Emily smiled as she felt a rush of air, expelled from Melissa's lips following Lindsey's stomps, brush against her chest, knowing that it would only accelerate Melissa's doom. Melissa on the other hand, felt her lungs burn as she was left gasping for air under a chest that would give her none. With Emily's technique and her 32E chest, Melissa didn't stand a chance of surviving the remaining three minutes left in the round as Emily's chest engulfed her face.

"Having trouble breathing down there, Emily? Is it rough being under tits this big?" Emily said with a sing-song voice, throwing Melissa's words back at her. "MMMMPPHHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHH" Melissa's angry retorts were muffled by Emily's chest, serving only to hasten her own demise. Emily pulled Melissa deeper into her chest, increasing the potency of her own lethal embrace, making sure to payback her arrogant, albeit dangerous and capable opponent for her earlier attack. "I guess it's hard to respond with a mouth full of tit," Emily said with a smirk.

Within a minute, Melissa was already in a state of delirium, her mind melted to mush by Emily's brutal breast smother hold. Melissa struggled desperately trying to pry apart Emily's arms and break free, but Emily's embrace remained locked and tight through it all. Twenty seconds later, Emily was happily riding through Melissa's convulsions. "Ooh, Melissa, you're close, I can feel it," Emily cooed, savoring every second of it. Ten seconds after that, Melissa's night was over as her body went slack. Unwilling to relent, Emily kept her tits glued to Melissa's face until Melissa was formally declared to be knocked out by the referee.

Lucy Pinder was not about to let Emily's excessive smothering of Melissa go unpunished. Before Emily could even stand up, Lucy barreled into her, knocking her off Melissa and leaving her faceup with her back on the ground. Lucy took advantage of the fact that he she had both taken Emily by surprise and was currently straddling her to lock in a grapevine. With Emily's legs trapped, Lucy began slamming her own chest down repeatedly on Emily's face. Every slam to Emily's face felt to her like a punch from a professional boxer, as the continuous assault left her whimpering. Lucy switched up her assault and began swinging her tits side to side, slapping Emily's face repeatedly as she continued to humiliate her foe. As Emily's face was whipped back and forth, Lucy let out a dominant laugh, throughly enjoying her vengeance.

Satisfied with the pain she had wrought on Emily, Lucy wrapped her arms around Emily's head and pulled Emily deep into her 32H cleavage, locking in CWF's most fearsome breast smother. "This is just the warm-up, Emily. I will subject you to the most devastating smother you have ever suffered for the remaining forty seconds of this round, but you will still be conscious, if just barely. When I play with you in Round 3, you will, however, wish I knocked you out this round," Lucy told Emily sadistically. Within seconds of being trapped in Lucy's chest, Emily realized this smother was unlike any other she had ever experienced. The combined oxygen and sensory deprivation was more intense than even her training sessions with Lindsey Pelas had prepared for. By the time the forty seconds had passed and she was freed, Emily felt worse than she did after two minutes under Melissa's smother earlier in the match.

When Lindsey looked at Emily's face as she walked back to her to rest before the start of the next round she saw a broken woman, something she never expected to see when she looked at Emily. "What happened to you?" Lindsey asked Emily with concern. Emily looked despondent as she simply responded, "I can't survive another round with her. Her breast smother...it's just...indescribable. I've never experienced something worse than that and likely never will." Lindsey didn't even have a chance to respond before the sullen Emily had to walk back to her position on the other side of the ring, far from any help.

"Ready for part two?" Lucy asked Emily with a smirk on her face. Emily's lack of response spoke a million words as the normally confident fighter was couldn't even muster a retort. When the referee signaled for the bell, Lucy went for a simple takedown, and while Emily tried to resist and counter, everyone, including her, knew it was ultimately pointless. Lucy quickly overpowered Emily's weak struggle and locked on another breast smother grapevine.

"You're all mine for the rest of the round, bitch," Lucy yelled at Emily as she pulled her deeper into her conquering cleavage. Deprived of the ability to see anything besides Lucy's cleavage, smell anything besides her perfumed chest, and breathe anything at all, Emily entered a state of delirium faster than ever before. After a minute, her mind was a floaty mess, unable to process anything at all. Lucy lifted her chest up fifteen seconds later, to see the broken shell of Emily Addison barely conscious and gasping for air. "Damn, it took Melissa three full minutes to get you like this, and I've heard it take Pelas just under two and a half. And after all your training, you are on the edge after a minute and fifteen seconds? I guess that's not bad given most girls are long gone by now, but damn. Guess my breasts really are in another league."

Lucy lowered her chest back down so that it hovered just an inch over Emily's face and asked, "hey, Emily, would you say my breasts are the best you've ever seen? That they are a league above anyone else's?" Emily whimpered as she responded, "Y-yes, Lucy. They're the most powerful breasts I've ever seen. Leagues ahead of anyone else. Please just s-stop. Just knock me out." Lucy laughed as she looked to Lindsey Pelas and said, "leagues ahead, huh? Not just a league, but leagues! Did you hear that Lindsey, even your partner thinks my tits are leagues ahead of yours!" Lindsey could only silently fume as she was subjected to Lucy's taunts, helpless to stop her friend's torture.

"Hey, Emily, how about if you worship my breasts, I'll be way nicer to you for the rest of the round? Just kiss them, suckle them, and nuzzle up against them, and you get nice Lucy to put you to sleep," Lucy offered with an air of smugness. Defiant, Emily spat at Lucy, clearly still having a line in the sand that she wouldn't cross.

"I see this little bitch has a death wish. So be it." Lucy plunged Emily back into her chest with four minutes left in the round, and pulled her in deeper than at any previous point in the round. "You've just bought yourself another round of torture, bitch. Yes, that's right. Another six minutes on top of the four left in this match. You might not want to fight for weeks after I'm done with you. I mean after almost fifteen minutes of intermittent oxygen deprivation from me from last round, this round, and the next one in addition to the three minutes Melissa put you under, god knows, we might have put a tittyphobia into you," Lucy remarked with a laugh.

By the end of the third round, when Lucy pulled Emily from her lethal embrace, Emily was in a trance-like state. She had become "jugdrunk", a state similar to that of being "punchdrunk", differing primarily in the manner of inducement. The repeated abuse by Lucy's jugs had reduced Emily to a barely functioning toy for Lucy to play with further and sent a message to anyone who would mess with Lucy that this would be their reward. Lindsey could only watch in horror, knowing that if she interfered to stop it, she would simply be ejected and the torture would continue as is, if not worse.

After four minutes of near continuous breast smothering actions, in the fourth round, with only a couple quick breaks to keep Emily conscious, Lucy lowered her tits back down again, enveloping the face of her hapless opponent, pushing Emily further into her jugdrunk state. With fifteen seconds left in the round Emily began to convulse under Lucy's dominant tits, her end finally approaching. With three seconds left in the round Emily went slack and the referee declared her knocked out. Nevertheless, much like Emily did to Melissa, Lucy kept the perfect seal of her tits against Emily's face locked on tight, wanting to keep the hold on as long possible, knowing that with the round over, she faced no threat from Lindsey. The ref tried to pry Lucy's arms apart and break the hold, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get Emily free. After ten seconds of trying, the ref gave up and instead started counting Lucy out, "1...2...3...4..," before Lucy finally acquiesced and released Emily from her breast prison. "Nighty night, Emily. Sweet dreams," Lucy taunted as she blew Emily and Lindsey a kiss.

Lindsey and Lucy assumed their position ready to go to head to head to determine the winner of this tag team elimination bout. Lucy was far more on-guard this time, aware of the possibility of an overzealous early rush by Lindsey given her actions earlier in the match. This time Lindsey played it safely and elected to go to her striking game. As demonstrated in her fight against Stana Katic earlier, Lindsey was a far more capable striker than one may assume. Lucy, herself a well-endowed capable fighter herself was more than wise enough to know not to underestimate Lindsey here and not assume she was only her best assets. Recognizing Lindsey's striking capabilities, Lucy put up appropriate defenses and counters.

While it certainly took longer than it did against Stana, Lindsey was eventually able to get off the combo of punches she wanted, opening up Lucy's defenses enough to pull her head into a knee strike. Lindsey's knee to Lucy's head left Lucy seeing stars and allowed Lindsey to pull Lucy into a front facelock. With the front facelock locked in, it was as easy as 1-2-3 to pull off the DDT, driving Lucy headfirst into the canvas. Lindsey quickly straddled Lucy and sent her legs backwards to ensnare her opponents legs so that she could put a quick end to the match. Much to her chagrin, Lucy was still capable of resisting her attempts to lock in a grapevine despite the DDT and instead successfully dislodges her opponent.

Lucy took advantage of the fact that she was quicker to get up to fire strikes into the unprotected body and face of Lindsey until she could finally get her defenses up. The moment Lindsey got her defenses up against strikes, Lucy transitioned to a hold based offensive as she lifted Lindsey into a torture rack. As Lucy pulled down on Lindsey's neck and legs to hyperextend her opponent's back, the crowd delighted both in the spectacular hold and the view of Lindsey chest given by her back being violently bent.

As Lindsey struggles became more likely to result in her breaking free, Lucy preempted her opponent and ducked her neck while pushing Lindsey forward in order to set up a backbreaker. Lindsey cried out in agony as her back was slammed onto Lucy's knee, furthering the damage done to her back by the torture rack. Eager to put away the match for good, Lucy climbed the ropes while Lindsey lay prone, clutching her back. Lucy took flight as she went for a diving double knee drop right into Lindsey stomach.

Had it hit, it would have been the end of the match for certain as Lucy could easily have put Lindsey away following it. Instead, she laid on the ground clutching her knees, while Lindsey returned to her feet. Lindsey grabbed a hold of both of Lucy's legs and fell backwards, catapulting Lucy into the turnbuckles behind her. Lucy immediately collapsed back to the mat upon impact, dazed from the collision. Lindsey pulled her just far away enough from the ropes that she couldn't reach them before locking on the grapevine and folding Lucy into her 32F chest.

"For all your talk about having the bigger, better chest, you seem to have forgotten one important thing. You kinda need to get me in there for it to matter. And while mine may be smaller than yours, my breasts are more than big enough and my technique is more than good enough to finish you off quickly, bitch," Lindsey told Lucy. Lindsey glanced at the clock and saw there were still just over two minutes left in the round. "So, we know you're good at applying a breast smother, but I don't think we know how good you at surviving one. Are you excited to find out, Lucy? Two minutes left in the round. Do you think you can make it? My bet is that you'll pass before you can be saved by the bell," Lindsey taunted as she pulled Lucy deeper into her chest and tightened her embrace.

"MMMMMPPPHHHH! MMMMMPPPHHH!" Lucy replied, everything she said completely muffled by Lindsey's chest. "Oh that's cute, Lucy, you think you can talk with my tits basically swallowing your face whole. Besides, if you want to survive your time with my twin orbs of terror, you really should save your breath," Lindsey said with a laugh. Lucy's muffled protests quickly subsided to muffled moans and mewls as she realized the futility of trying to scream into Lindsey's breasts and focused on struggling to break free and conserving as much air as possible while doing so. Lucy's struggles proved as futile as her screams as nothing she did served to help her escape Lindsey's smothering embrace. Lucy quickly began to descend into the delirium so many of Lindsey's victims had faced before and with thirty seconds left in the match, Lucy began to convulse. Lindsey rode the convulsions out and soon thereafter, Lucy was out cold. When the ref came to declare Lindsey the winner, Lindsey shot the ref a glare, conveying a silent message, "don't declare her out until there's one second left in the round – or else." The ref begrudgingly obliged as she let Lindsey continue the smother for the final fifteen seconds of the round until she declared, "Lucy has been eliminated by a breast smother KO, therefore your winners of this tag-team elimination match, Lindsey Pelas and Emily Addison!"

- Submission by NoAirZone

Cali Logan/Alix Lynx vs. Lucy Pinder/Melissa Debling

"Despite their recent thrashing at the hands of Lindsey Pelas and Emily Addison, Lucy Pinder and Melissa Debling undoubtedly had the measurables to turn into one of the most formidable tag teams in this league; with each and every hold and submission liable to morph into a world-class breast smother given their two sets of assets. The two petite fetish stars challenging the Brits found this out the hard way, Alix Lynx in particular, as Pinder effortlessly lassoed the retreating Lynx and stuffed her horrified features deep into her pillowy chest with a Standing Breast Smother. Tempted to aid her struggling counterpart, Logan was understandably scared stiff by a prowling Debling, who'd made a point to join Cali at her corner of the ring seemingly just to say; 'Don't even think about it...'

Cali could do little more than watch with an impending sense of doom as the topless blonde was rung like a ragdoll from Lucy's bosomy embrace; her curling, painted digits twitching and clawing for freedom momentarily before her dangling frame fell slack, spasming in a sickening display before Lucy allowed her to melt into a lifeless puddle at her feet."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins