Fight 5 (Lindsey Pelas vs. Rio Natsume) (JMD)

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Lindsey Pelas (17-16-0, 17 KO)
5'3, 32 years old, 32F
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Rio Natsume (3-3-0, 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 34th appearance in the ring. Please welcome the Ruston, Louisiana native, standing 5 foot 3, weighing in at 120 pounds, LINDSEYYYYY PEEEEEELAS!!"

Outfits:
Lindsey was meticulously poured into a microscopic bikini that clung to her heavy chest with admirable effort; a fitting attire as she returned to the JMD circuit where she was custom-built to thrive. The thin-banded tube top did little to contain her massive, overflowing F-cups; her heaving orbs swelling as though they were fastened with a belt rather than a bikini top with how much cleavage and underboob was being offered. Her wide, voluptuous hips devoured her string thong bottoms, the biting floss disappearing between her plump cheeks and bronzed folds of flesh as she slid salaciously into the ring.

Lindsey’s basking smirk turned quickly to a jealous pout as her dull droning of support was instantly surpassed by the explosion for Natsume. Clad in a preposterous micro bikini, Rio’s heavy chest sloshed and swelled with every tiny breath; barely contained by the triangular white fabric casing her massive chest. Pelas stamped her heel against the mat in a fit as Natsume palmed her overflowing tits and shimmied the mushrooming orbs to the delight of the crowd, side-eyeing the petulant blonde with a calculated wink.

In the last fight of ‘early session’, Lindsey Pelas looked to continue her resurgence since joining the Celebrity Wrestling Federation; particularly at JMD where she hadn’t lost in nearly a calendar year (7-0-0). The buxom Ruston-native was well on her way to becoming the Stable’s second-in-command behind only Katic; her fiery attitude and ample assets keeping her poised for an inevitable breakout campaign. Whether that was JMD, Flyweight, or elsewhere; Pelas was certainly one to watch well beyond just her looks. Opposing the platinum blonde was the only Japanese fighter who wasn’t scheduled to tangle with Stana Katic in the ‘night session’; giving her absolutely nothing to lose against Pelas.

Round 1:
Natsume hadn’t been given any action since her September bout with Pelas’ Stablemate, Sara Jean Underwood; but you wouldn’t have known it by her sparkling footwork. As is often the case with Free Agents, the lack of action might have very well been a positive as it allowed her to keep in the gym instead of being traipsed through a brutal, unforgiving schedule. Consequentially, the bubbly, energized brunette completely juiced the shell-shocked American in the opening minute as Pelas dealt with the unanimously pro-Japanese crowd. After a careless, lumbering swing and miss, Lindsey’s plump belly was crunched by the tap-tap of two pistons; gagging as she skid to her heels. Nearly doubling out of her belted bandeau top already, Pelas erupted upwards with a ferocious uppercut aimed at Rio’s rack; only to slam her fist right into the model’s blocker. Lindsey grunt as she hit the brunette’s bony armor and ricocheted off; planting her back foot and slicing consecutive hooks toward Natsume’s mammoth G-cups. Rio’s telepathy once again spared her chest; swatting away Pelas’ ornery efforts and stuffing her into the corner ropes with a groping paw to the tits. A perfect ‘scout-team’ replica to Pelas, Sara Underwood looked to have given Rio a flawless read on the blonde’s gameplan. Hint: protect your jugs.

Pelas crunched at the hip and cradled her pulsing ribs as Natsume cut and slashed through her buxom abdomen; ripping through flesh with a blinding flurry of hooks and overhands. The ring practically quaked from the crowd noise as Lindsey’s upper half sloshed and slung through a running back dummy drill of leather and limbs; helpless but to cover up as Rio spiked meaty hooks up and down her ribs and rack. After a completely demoralizing minute of abuse, Pelas bucked free just before the bell and dragged ass back to her corner; her expression one of consternation as she spilled onto her stool. 10-8 Natsume in jaw-dropping fashion.

Round 2:
If you want the pearl, you need to open up the shell first. Pelas took her corner’s advice to heart in the break; coming out for the second with a gaudy array of diverse under and overhands. Natsume’s top-heavy frame wobbled as she was confounded by the blonde’s erratic strikes; all the while teasing and feigning breast punches to keep Rio committed to the wrong area. First Lindsey targeted the hip with a looping shank, then snaked a venomous hook through the curve of her ribs, then thumped her temple with a high jab.

The Louisiana-native meticulously picked and stamped every chunk of flesh she could find before finally returning to the brunette’s inviting chest; only now Rio’s defenses were too dissonant to react in time. Natsume squealed as her heavy, teardropping rack was lashed by two stiff straights; whimpering as she hugged her bosom with one arm. With the other she whipped a lacerating left across Pelas’ cheek; snapping the blonde’s head sideways and spilling her into a graceless, fumbling shuffle back that ends with her slouching against the ropes. Pelas starts to stalk and does a ton of good, but most of her work was undone at the end of the round. 10-9 Pelas.

Round 3/4:
With Rio’s scouting report starting to fatigue due to Lindsey’s dogged efforts, the brunette needed a way to reinvent her game-plan on the fly. Those fruitless efforts brought about a heaping helping of busty clinches; to which Pelas was more than happy to oblige. The fight slows down to a snail’s pace in the third, as Natsume gropes her way through the entire thing without throwing more than a handful of punches. Pelas is content to exert her weight advantage in the catty grapple game; taking sporadic chances to beat on Natsume’s slender hip and waistline every time the two awkwardly embrace. Still, Pelas doesn’t do enough to steal a point. This round is a sleepy draw.

The fourth wasn’t much more awe-inspiring, but at least Natsume started her engine back up instead of letting it continue to idle away in the garage. Lindsey starts to take more risks at the behest of her corner; over-extending on occasion to mug the brunette’s tantalizing G-cups, but instead inviting several retaliatory tit-maulings from Natsume. The blonde is looking much worse for wear as this drags on, particularly her heroic bandeau bikini top that starts to fail toward the end of the round. Natsume shows she’s still composed and very much in control, 10-9.

Round 5:
Pelas looked as though she’d just washed ashore as she wobbled out for the fifth; her playful, high-pony tail matted with sweat, loose strands plastered to her forehead as she tried to project an air of confidence. Her disheveled, sheer-white bandeau top was clinging for dear life to the curves of her bouncing chest as she waded right into a springy overhand from Natsume; gutturally squealing as she finally spilled halfway free. Lindsey cupped her exposed orb as Rio bowled into her, hiking near low-blow uppercuts into the waistband of her thong, just below her navel. The blonde bowed forward as her ass jut against the post; gagging as she windedly threw herself over Natsume and side-swiped the brunette into the ropes next to her. Rio tried to discard her bony shawl, but the Louisiana-native spun through a cutting right hook to the ribs, then another that detonated higher against her hanging bosom. Lindsey slid off the ropes as Rio wailed in agony, cradling her pulsing chest before the blonde craned back and cleaved a merciless overhand across her breasts. Natsume sagged against the ropes, scrunching to her side before a brutal left swept across her chin; folding her thighs inward and causing her to take an abrupt seat against the base of the ropes.

1… 2… 3… Natsume puddled and rolled to her hip, sputtering with sharp breaths as she pulled to all fours and hauled herself vertical with the help of the ropes.

4… 5… SHE’S UP!

Natsume’s flushed features were still scrunched as she was immediately pushed to her heels by the blonde; raking a chugging uppercut-hook combo against the underside of her rack and spilling Rio right back into the bowing ropes. Rio was of two minds as she tried to swipe at Pelas’ teardropping pair, only to open right up for the blonde’s final flurry. Pelas went scorched-earth on the brunette’s heavy chest; speed-bagging deflating hooks and jabs into her chin and rack until Natsume’s cover all but dissipated and she sunk against the corner post. Her shrill whimpers grew fainter until the official dove in, hauling the blonde off her felled victim who took another depleted seat.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 5, LINDSEYYYY PEEEELAAAAAASSS!!!!"


Post Fight:
Tearing out of her gloves, Pelas snagged one of Rio’s ankles and dragged the floundering Japanese fighter away from the comfort of the ropes and her corner. To a deafening chorus of boos, Pelas finally obliged and slung the brunette’s heel back to the mat. Suddenly a sadistic grin slid across the blonde’s lips; raising a single hand to the crowd just as Yoko Matsugane had done against Sara Jean Underwood. Exactly the opposite of how they had polled against Underwood, the arena’s cries swelled as Pelas tipped her thumb toward the sky; their roar diminishing as she rotated toward the ground, desperately pleading for their fighter to be spared.

Instead the blonde shook with a wicked cackle; sliding to her knees in a side-mount of the blubbering Japanese fighter and cramming her bare, overflowing tits down Rio’s throat. Before the brunette could squirm free, she was buried between the blonde’s massive F-cups; drowning as Pelas stuffed and shimmied her pillows deeper over Natsume’s twisted features. Lindsey wiggled higher and tossed her leg over Rio’s ribs; mounting her sputtering midsection and cinching her anaconda-lock tighter with a merciless squeeeeze. Rio twisted and shook with breathless spasms as her whimpering was drowned out by the mortified roar of the crowd; some debris raining down near the apron as Natsume finally fell deathly still with her lower half sprawled flat.

The Celebrity Wrestling Federation hadn’t made many Japanese friends, but they had certainly secured a near-perfect start to their evening.