Melissa catches on

Diabla sailed through the air for a flying elbow drop. She moved gracefully, even in midair as Melissa staggered to her feet. She threw open her arms, embracing the flying Spaniard and suddenly squeezing her in a bearhug, catching her in mid-attack. Diabla screamed out and thrashed, but Melissa held strong and the hug squeezed her tightly.

Melissa's arms secured themselves under the luchadora's tits, squashing them upward in her devil suit as Melissa bounced up and down, jiggling them wildly as well as forcing more air from Diabla.

"And the ball's back in Melissa's court!" Scott blurted. "Grappling's her specialty, especially against a lighter fighter like Diabla."

"She has to break out or bust out soon, or Melissa's gonna break her bust." Debbie added.

Melissa flew backward, landing a picture perfect German suplex to Diabla. She didn't even break her hold, regaining her stance without losing the hug.