Lindsay Pelas versus Paige Spiranac (JMD)
Aug 28, 2022 11:33:16 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on Aug 28, 2022 11:33:16 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape:
Lindsey Pelas (9-12-0, 9 KO)
5'3, 31 years old, 32F
vs.
Paige Spiranac (1-0-0, 1 KO)
5'7, 29 years old, 34DD
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 22nd appearance in the ring, the runner-up in the Princess of the Beach Tournament. Please welcome the Ruston, Louisiana native, standing 5 foot 3, weighing in at 120 pounds, LINDSEYYYYY PEEEEEELAS!!"
Coming off a startling run to the finals of the inaugural Princess of the Beach Tournament and even managing to down the highly-decorated Demi Rose Mawby in the process, Pelas was looking to stack some serious momentum against a greenhorn in the league. Lindsey was meticulously poured into a thin-banded tube top that clung to her overflowing chest with admirable effort; a fitting attire for her first return to the JMD circuit since joining the Celebrity Wrestling Federation. A matching string thong split her bronzed cheeks, lost between the folds of her stems as she slit into the ring. Wafting past Spiranac's corner, Pelas burst into a toothy grin as she nearly juggled her glossy, greased orbs out of her top, offering a lewd preview of how she planned to end the newcomer's evening. Paige, to her credit, proudly displayed her own immaculate bust which was tightly wrapped in a cherry red microkini, challenging Pelas to step chest-to-chest, to which the stacked model eagerly obliged. Pushing to her tippy toes, Lindsey grinned ear-to-ear as her mammoth F-cups enveloped Paige's.
With a frustrated huff and a scowl to match, Paige scoffed and attempted to pull away, only for Pelas to reach up and cup the back of her neck, plunging the former professional golfer's skull between her mountainous cleavage. Pelas wickedly cackled as she momentarily motorboated the squealing blonde between her heaving tits, managing to humiliate Paige for a few seconds before she planted her palms against Lindsey's mushrooming bosom and two-hand shoved Pelas across the ring. The official alertly stepped between the two as Lindsey skid to a stop on her behind, still grinning as she tucked herself back into her displaced top and climbed back to her feet. Eager to put an end to the shenanigans and settle the brewing bad blood, the bell was quickly rung and things got underway.
Round 1:
The newcomer bottled a spark early in the 1st, jumping a preening Pelas and wiping the smug grin from her lips early and often. Aided by a tremendous reach advantage and frothing at the mouth after the model's disrespect before the fight, Spiranac was able to remain at range while testing the resilience of Pelas' jugs, ripping ferocious left-right combinations into Lindsey's sideboob. Try as she might to put up a wall, Lindsey's titanic tits proved to be simply too big to shield. The further she curled up behind her forearms, the more punishment they took, bullied and strong-armed across the ring for the first half of the round. Finally finding some of the obstinance that she'd showed pre-fight, Pelas showed she'd had enough in the closing minute of the round, barging right into Paige's airspace and rattling the Colorado native's cage with some tit-seeking missles of her own. A thumping left hook to the navel followed a pair of uppercuts to Paige's bouncing right breast, nearly stealing the round for Pelas before the bell stopped her barrage. 10-9 for Spiranac.
Round 2:
Having been peeled off Spiranac at the end of the first, Lindsey kept the engine revving to start the second and cruised early. Stomach-churning left uppercuts found their mark and cut the taller Spiranac down to a more manageable size, taming the newbie and allowing Pelas to remain attached at the hip. Paige couldn't combat Lindsey's willingness to stand tit-to-tit and trade, unable to forge compact enough strikes to really back the blonde off. An uphill shot to the temple rattled Paige as Pelas threw the change-up, finally going away from the blonde's inviting bosom and nearly putting her down with a headshot. The rest of the round was a survival game for Spiranac, as Pelas threw everything that wasn't tied down. Rib-crunching rights, breath-stifling lefts to the gut, and a final knockout shot to the chin that was narrowly deflected by a speedy Spiranac. Spiranac did well to remain upright, but Pelas finally showed her chops and experience. She takes this round comfortably, 10-8.
Round 3:
Paige wisely slowed the fight down in the 3rd, playing a catty game where she'd simply swat away anything that Pelas threw at her. Frustrated at the stalemate, Pelas routinely opened herself up for counters from the rangy Spiranac, eventually twirling through a reckless right hand from a foot too far away, only to be met by a sturdy left from Paige in return. As Pelas stammered into the ropes, Spiranac showed her inexperience by not immediately pursuing and allowing the woozy model to find her footing, only to wade into Lindsey's range well after she'd recovered. A few beats too slow, Paige overextended in an attempt to make-right her mistake, walking right into a devastating straight right from Pelas. Content to both lick their wounds and unlock horns, Pelas also chose not to stalk, instead opting to circle with Paige for the remainder of the round. Pelas did enough late to make it close, but once again Paige controlled the pace through the first few minutes and took the round 10-9.
Round 4:
After being laid into by her corner for inactivity, Pelas put a pep in her step in the 4th, practically steam-rolling Spiranac before she'd even made it out of her corner. Paige's taut tummy was tested with rippling uppercuts, gutting sideswipes to the abdomen, and a final push into the corner where she'd remain trapped for nearly the entire duration of the round. Lindsey punished the athletic blonde's midsection with a relentless barrage, to the point her corner could be heard screaming not to punch herself out. With her hands finally dropping to shield her rosy belly, Pelas snuck a slithering right hand into the bottom of Paige's chin, wobbling the blonde into the ropes. Precise, surgical lefts dissected Paige's flexing midsection until she teetered into the ropes, her mouth dropping open and dribbling a stream of drool to the mat. For the first time in her young career, the newbie didn't look like she wanted to be in the ring. Pelas was relentless as she continued to wash over the blonde, drowning the wilting Spiranac in her pressure until Paige sagged against the ropes, threatening to go down to her knees. A lifting uppercut found her solar plexus and buckled the blonde, tipping into Lindsey's frame as they awkwardly backpedaled more toward the center of the ring. Managing to tie Pelas up for the last thirty seconds by cleverly scooping her elbows under Lindsey's armpits, Spiranac survived, but not by much. Another 10-8 round for Pelas.
Round 5:
Starting out with a four inch reach advantage, Paige came out of her corner slouching to Pelas' height. Pelas had seemingly cracked the blonde's spirit, now it was time to break it. Lindsey spent the first minute of the round trying to wrangle an evasive Spiranac, and each time she'd nip at her heels, Pelas would make a mocking reach for Paige's chest, attempting to snag the string holding her microkini intact and unravel the blonde's top. Corralled against the ropes, Paige threw a laughable left hand that Pelas easily ducked beneath, and when Spiranac turned-tail and slid past Lindsey, she finally nabbed the string holding the bikini top together. Paige unwittingly undressed herself as she scurried across the ring, squealing when she realized that she'd evaded Lindsey but not taken her top with her.
Utterly humiliated, Paige pirouette right into a trailing left hand from Pelas, her chin wide open as she dropped her hands to shield her naked breasts. The towering blonde's arms pinwheeled as she skittered into the ropes, letting out a throaty grunt as her skull whipped backwards, crashing to her ass against the outskirts of the ring. Pelas' venom returned as she skipped toward her downed opponent and straddled the vacant blonde, lambasting Paige despite her brain being too foggy to comprehend Lindsey's verbal assault. Miraculously, Paige made it to her feet at an 8-count, but the rest of the round wouldn't be much more kind. Forced to choose between swaddling her bare chest and protecting her chin, Paige's bare abdomen was picked apart by Pelas for the last few minutes. Her ribs wore the mark of a 10-round fight, blistered red from the punishment Pelas had doled out as she waited out the clock and made it to the bell. More dominance from Pelas, 10-8.
Round 6:
Having spent the entire duration of the round break berating a dejected Spiranac in her corner, Pelas was still barking like a dog off her leash as the two circled at the start of the 6th. Spiranac, discouraged from trading after experiencing the startling power of Pelas' right hand, played coy as the Louisiana-native sprung forward and flicked a few testing lefts toward her chest. Spirinac squealed as she swaddled her jiggling chest, slipping into a thwarting shell in order to avoid any more tit punishment. Unwilling to let Paige wrap up the goods, Pelas burst forward and planted two gloved palms against Spirinac's chest, churning her legs and driving the blonde into the ropes. Paige wailed and wilted against the rubber confines, hoarsely grunting as Pelas coiled her right and speared Spiranac with a devastating punch to the heart. The blonde's face contorted as her left knee buckled inward, gutted as her orb pancaked around Pelas' fist. Just as the official was readying a reprimand for the incessant groping, Paige alertly swiveled on the planted Pelas and ripped a tight left into her chin. Pelas' eyes rolled in their sockets as she bumbled a few steps backwards, twirling through a hopeless left hand before Paige bounded forward and erupted with a pistoning right square on the lips. Pelas teetered as her braided, dirty blonde locks whipped through the air, arms pinwheeling before she knocked heels and spilled messily to her ass.
Attempts to plant her noodly stems and rise were largely futile for the first few seconds, but at the 6-count Pelas managed to clamber back to her feet. The check from the official was hasty, but Pelas' insistence further expedited the process. Her eyes glossy but filled with rage, Lindsey once again darted forward and attempted the same maneuver once again, palming Paige's barely-wrapped chest and attempting to slug the blonde square in the sternum.
"HHNNNGG--GGGOOOHHHHHLL" Pelas suddenly mewled, gutted by a biting left hand just below the rib cage. The wounded blonde hunched sideways at the waist, her mouth falling agape and dribbling her mouthpiece to the canvas as she crunched to shield her pulsing ribs. Stalking the retreating Pelas, Paige vaulted through a tit-piercing right hand that brutally flattened Lindsey's left breast to her sternum. Pelas wobbled in place as the merciless strike sucked every ounce of air from her lungs, drunkenly wading sideways as the impact slung her sloshing tits free from her heroic tube top. Hoarsely wheezing for air, Pelas attempted to wrangle and lift the twisted, sweat-soaked top that she was now wearing as a belt; fidgeting with her left hand while also coiling a right hook aimed at Paige's cheek. With an artful sidestep that allowed Pelas' drunken right to whoosh past, Spiranac pumped a devastating right hand through Lindsey's jaw, de-cleating the blonde with the flicker of a light switch. The topless Pelas' knees buckled and collapsed inward, spilling clumsily to her face before sprawling spread eagle. The blonde's frame pitched and rocked with convulsions as the official waived off the fight and raised Paige's hand in victory, the slumbering Pelas felled at her feet.
"And your winner, by TKO in Round 6, PAIGE SPIIIIIIRANAC!!!!"
Post Fight:
Absconding with a handful of smelling salts taken from her corner, Paige rolled the lifeless Pelas over to her back in the center of the ring and wafted the salts beneath her nose. With a visceral sputter, Pelas came to, her mascara-smeared lashes daintily fluttering as she just began to make out Paige's silhouette straddling her abdomen. Lindsey's pathetic, incoherent blubbering gave way to a shrill squeal as Paige viciously yanked her braided, sweat-matted tresses, balancing the dazed model on her haunches. Briefly wobbling forward and steadying herself with a palm against the canvas, Lindsey gutturally grunt as Paige circled behind her and awkwardly arched her spine backwards. Pelas' whimpers were abruptly cut off as her buxom frame was contorted and bowed to full height on her knees, then promptly stuffed between Paige's dangling orbs in a reverse breast smother. Pelas desperately grate her nails down Spiranac's forearms as her skull disappeared between the blonde's heaving breasts, her squeals vibrating Paige's chest as she squirmed and shimmied in the blonde's grasp. Lindsey's naked, teardropping chest pitched and sloshed with convulsions as her arms finally fell to her sides, lifelessly dangling as Paige kept her chin stapled to her sternum well past the point she went limp. Finally peeled out of Spiranac's sweaty cleavage and allowed to spill folded over on her back, Pelas' panting, conquered frame was planted with Paige's flag; a victorious heel buried into her flattened bosom.
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Lindsey Pelas (9-12-0, 9 KO)
5'3, 31 years old, 32F
vs.
Paige Spiranac (1-0-0, 1 KO)
5'7, 29 years old, 34DD
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 22nd appearance in the ring, the runner-up in the Princess of the Beach Tournament. Please welcome the Ruston, Louisiana native, standing 5 foot 3, weighing in at 120 pounds, LINDSEYYYYY PEEEEEELAS!!"
Coming off a startling run to the finals of the inaugural Princess of the Beach Tournament and even managing to down the highly-decorated Demi Rose Mawby in the process, Pelas was looking to stack some serious momentum against a greenhorn in the league. Lindsey was meticulously poured into a thin-banded tube top that clung to her overflowing chest with admirable effort; a fitting attire for her first return to the JMD circuit since joining the Celebrity Wrestling Federation. A matching string thong split her bronzed cheeks, lost between the folds of her stems as she slit into the ring. Wafting past Spiranac's corner, Pelas burst into a toothy grin as she nearly juggled her glossy, greased orbs out of her top, offering a lewd preview of how she planned to end the newcomer's evening. Paige, to her credit, proudly displayed her own immaculate bust which was tightly wrapped in a cherry red microkini, challenging Pelas to step chest-to-chest, to which the stacked model eagerly obliged. Pushing to her tippy toes, Lindsey grinned ear-to-ear as her mammoth F-cups enveloped Paige's.
With a frustrated huff and a scowl to match, Paige scoffed and attempted to pull away, only for Pelas to reach up and cup the back of her neck, plunging the former professional golfer's skull between her mountainous cleavage. Pelas wickedly cackled as she momentarily motorboated the squealing blonde between her heaving tits, managing to humiliate Paige for a few seconds before she planted her palms against Lindsey's mushrooming bosom and two-hand shoved Pelas across the ring. The official alertly stepped between the two as Lindsey skid to a stop on her behind, still grinning as she tucked herself back into her displaced top and climbed back to her feet. Eager to put an end to the shenanigans and settle the brewing bad blood, the bell was quickly rung and things got underway.
Round 1:
The newcomer bottled a spark early in the 1st, jumping a preening Pelas and wiping the smug grin from her lips early and often. Aided by a tremendous reach advantage and frothing at the mouth after the model's disrespect before the fight, Spiranac was able to remain at range while testing the resilience of Pelas' jugs, ripping ferocious left-right combinations into Lindsey's sideboob. Try as she might to put up a wall, Lindsey's titanic tits proved to be simply too big to shield. The further she curled up behind her forearms, the more punishment they took, bullied and strong-armed across the ring for the first half of the round. Finally finding some of the obstinance that she'd showed pre-fight, Pelas showed she'd had enough in the closing minute of the round, barging right into Paige's airspace and rattling the Colorado native's cage with some tit-seeking missles of her own. A thumping left hook to the navel followed a pair of uppercuts to Paige's bouncing right breast, nearly stealing the round for Pelas before the bell stopped her barrage. 10-9 for Spiranac.
Round 2:
Having been peeled off Spiranac at the end of the first, Lindsey kept the engine revving to start the second and cruised early. Stomach-churning left uppercuts found their mark and cut the taller Spiranac down to a more manageable size, taming the newbie and allowing Pelas to remain attached at the hip. Paige couldn't combat Lindsey's willingness to stand tit-to-tit and trade, unable to forge compact enough strikes to really back the blonde off. An uphill shot to the temple rattled Paige as Pelas threw the change-up, finally going away from the blonde's inviting bosom and nearly putting her down with a headshot. The rest of the round was a survival game for Spiranac, as Pelas threw everything that wasn't tied down. Rib-crunching rights, breath-stifling lefts to the gut, and a final knockout shot to the chin that was narrowly deflected by a speedy Spiranac. Spiranac did well to remain upright, but Pelas finally showed her chops and experience. She takes this round comfortably, 10-8.
Round 3:
Paige wisely slowed the fight down in the 3rd, playing a catty game where she'd simply swat away anything that Pelas threw at her. Frustrated at the stalemate, Pelas routinely opened herself up for counters from the rangy Spiranac, eventually twirling through a reckless right hand from a foot too far away, only to be met by a sturdy left from Paige in return. As Pelas stammered into the ropes, Spiranac showed her inexperience by not immediately pursuing and allowing the woozy model to find her footing, only to wade into Lindsey's range well after she'd recovered. A few beats too slow, Paige overextended in an attempt to make-right her mistake, walking right into a devastating straight right from Pelas. Content to both lick their wounds and unlock horns, Pelas also chose not to stalk, instead opting to circle with Paige for the remainder of the round. Pelas did enough late to make it close, but once again Paige controlled the pace through the first few minutes and took the round 10-9.
Round 4:
After being laid into by her corner for inactivity, Pelas put a pep in her step in the 4th, practically steam-rolling Spiranac before she'd even made it out of her corner. Paige's taut tummy was tested with rippling uppercuts, gutting sideswipes to the abdomen, and a final push into the corner where she'd remain trapped for nearly the entire duration of the round. Lindsey punished the athletic blonde's midsection with a relentless barrage, to the point her corner could be heard screaming not to punch herself out. With her hands finally dropping to shield her rosy belly, Pelas snuck a slithering right hand into the bottom of Paige's chin, wobbling the blonde into the ropes. Precise, surgical lefts dissected Paige's flexing midsection until she teetered into the ropes, her mouth dropping open and dribbling a stream of drool to the mat. For the first time in her young career, the newbie didn't look like she wanted to be in the ring. Pelas was relentless as she continued to wash over the blonde, drowning the wilting Spiranac in her pressure until Paige sagged against the ropes, threatening to go down to her knees. A lifting uppercut found her solar plexus and buckled the blonde, tipping into Lindsey's frame as they awkwardly backpedaled more toward the center of the ring. Managing to tie Pelas up for the last thirty seconds by cleverly scooping her elbows under Lindsey's armpits, Spiranac survived, but not by much. Another 10-8 round for Pelas.
Round 5:
Starting out with a four inch reach advantage, Paige came out of her corner slouching to Pelas' height. Pelas had seemingly cracked the blonde's spirit, now it was time to break it. Lindsey spent the first minute of the round trying to wrangle an evasive Spiranac, and each time she'd nip at her heels, Pelas would make a mocking reach for Paige's chest, attempting to snag the string holding her microkini intact and unravel the blonde's top. Corralled against the ropes, Paige threw a laughable left hand that Pelas easily ducked beneath, and when Spiranac turned-tail and slid past Lindsey, she finally nabbed the string holding the bikini top together. Paige unwittingly undressed herself as she scurried across the ring, squealing when she realized that she'd evaded Lindsey but not taken her top with her.
Utterly humiliated, Paige pirouette right into a trailing left hand from Pelas, her chin wide open as she dropped her hands to shield her naked breasts. The towering blonde's arms pinwheeled as she skittered into the ropes, letting out a throaty grunt as her skull whipped backwards, crashing to her ass against the outskirts of the ring. Pelas' venom returned as she skipped toward her downed opponent and straddled the vacant blonde, lambasting Paige despite her brain being too foggy to comprehend Lindsey's verbal assault. Miraculously, Paige made it to her feet at an 8-count, but the rest of the round wouldn't be much more kind. Forced to choose between swaddling her bare chest and protecting her chin, Paige's bare abdomen was picked apart by Pelas for the last few minutes. Her ribs wore the mark of a 10-round fight, blistered red from the punishment Pelas had doled out as she waited out the clock and made it to the bell. More dominance from Pelas, 10-8.
Round 6:
Having spent the entire duration of the round break berating a dejected Spiranac in her corner, Pelas was still barking like a dog off her leash as the two circled at the start of the 6th. Spiranac, discouraged from trading after experiencing the startling power of Pelas' right hand, played coy as the Louisiana-native sprung forward and flicked a few testing lefts toward her chest. Spirinac squealed as she swaddled her jiggling chest, slipping into a thwarting shell in order to avoid any more tit punishment. Unwilling to let Paige wrap up the goods, Pelas burst forward and planted two gloved palms against Spirinac's chest, churning her legs and driving the blonde into the ropes. Paige wailed and wilted against the rubber confines, hoarsely grunting as Pelas coiled her right and speared Spiranac with a devastating punch to the heart. The blonde's face contorted as her left knee buckled inward, gutted as her orb pancaked around Pelas' fist. Just as the official was readying a reprimand for the incessant groping, Paige alertly swiveled on the planted Pelas and ripped a tight left into her chin. Pelas' eyes rolled in their sockets as she bumbled a few steps backwards, twirling through a hopeless left hand before Paige bounded forward and erupted with a pistoning right square on the lips. Pelas teetered as her braided, dirty blonde locks whipped through the air, arms pinwheeling before she knocked heels and spilled messily to her ass.
Attempts to plant her noodly stems and rise were largely futile for the first few seconds, but at the 6-count Pelas managed to clamber back to her feet. The check from the official was hasty, but Pelas' insistence further expedited the process. Her eyes glossy but filled with rage, Lindsey once again darted forward and attempted the same maneuver once again, palming Paige's barely-wrapped chest and attempting to slug the blonde square in the sternum.
"HHNNNGG--GGGOOOHHHHHLL" Pelas suddenly mewled, gutted by a biting left hand just below the rib cage. The wounded blonde hunched sideways at the waist, her mouth falling agape and dribbling her mouthpiece to the canvas as she crunched to shield her pulsing ribs. Stalking the retreating Pelas, Paige vaulted through a tit-piercing right hand that brutally flattened Lindsey's left breast to her sternum. Pelas wobbled in place as the merciless strike sucked every ounce of air from her lungs, drunkenly wading sideways as the impact slung her sloshing tits free from her heroic tube top. Hoarsely wheezing for air, Pelas attempted to wrangle and lift the twisted, sweat-soaked top that she was now wearing as a belt; fidgeting with her left hand while also coiling a right hook aimed at Paige's cheek. With an artful sidestep that allowed Pelas' drunken right to whoosh past, Spiranac pumped a devastating right hand through Lindsey's jaw, de-cleating the blonde with the flicker of a light switch. The topless Pelas' knees buckled and collapsed inward, spilling clumsily to her face before sprawling spread eagle. The blonde's frame pitched and rocked with convulsions as the official waived off the fight and raised Paige's hand in victory, the slumbering Pelas felled at her feet.
"And your winner, by TKO in Round 6, PAIGE SPIIIIIIRANAC!!!!"
Post Fight:
Absconding with a handful of smelling salts taken from her corner, Paige rolled the lifeless Pelas over to her back in the center of the ring and wafted the salts beneath her nose. With a visceral sputter, Pelas came to, her mascara-smeared lashes daintily fluttering as she just began to make out Paige's silhouette straddling her abdomen. Lindsey's pathetic, incoherent blubbering gave way to a shrill squeal as Paige viciously yanked her braided, sweat-matted tresses, balancing the dazed model on her haunches. Briefly wobbling forward and steadying herself with a palm against the canvas, Lindsey gutturally grunt as Paige circled behind her and awkwardly arched her spine backwards. Pelas' whimpers were abruptly cut off as her buxom frame was contorted and bowed to full height on her knees, then promptly stuffed between Paige's dangling orbs in a reverse breast smother. Pelas desperately grate her nails down Spiranac's forearms as her skull disappeared between the blonde's heaving breasts, her squeals vibrating Paige's chest as she squirmed and shimmied in the blonde's grasp. Lindsey's naked, teardropping chest pitched and sloshed with convulsions as her arms finally fell to her sides, lifelessly dangling as Paige kept her chin stapled to her sternum well past the point she went limp. Finally peeled out of Spiranac's sweaty cleavage and allowed to spill folded over on her back, Pelas' panting, conquered frame was planted with Paige's flag; a victorious heel buried into her flattened bosom.
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