Lindsay Pelas versus Lucy Pinder (JMD)
Oct 29, 2022 13:36:37 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on Oct 29, 2022 13:36:37 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape:
Lindsey Pelas (9-13-0, 9 KO)
5'3, 31 years old, 32F
vs.
Lucy Pinder (3-18-0, 3 KO)
5'5, 40 years old, 32H
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 23rd 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!!"
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 belonged. 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.
Lucy Pinder answered with a virtually painted-on, skin-tight British flag micro bikini; her glistening, sweat-drenched H-cups spilling out the top of the twine, push-up chest line.
Any respect or momentum that Lindsey Pelas had amassed during her miracle run to the finals of the latest Princess of the Beach Tournament had promptly been given away after losing to newcomer Paige Spiranac. At least Spiranac had the courtesy to dull the pain with a sparkling start to her career, but a loss to a greenhorn was not supposed to happen after going toe-to-toe with Demi Rose. Pinder was a decent BBU fighter, but had yet to find that same success in the FCBA, with only one win in the last five years. Pelas was confident, but only because she had to be. A loss to Pinder might spell rock-bottom for the promising blonde; even if Lucy was a dangerous adversary in the JMD universe.
Round 1:
With Lucy Pinder being one of the tallest fighters she’d faced to-date, Lindsey found herself routinely handcuffed by the brunette as the two settled into a puncher’s rhythm. Pelas continually came up short on her offerings, only to have them countered and stuffed right back down her throat as the seasoned veteran dictated the pace of play. Heavy slugs to the navel, boring straight rights to the tits, and rattling shots to her guard kept Pelas off-balance for the duration, leaving her vulnerable to a final flurry along the outskirts. Pinder managed to squeeze the blonde off and maneuver her spine against the ropes, opening up with a barrage of heart-stopping tit punches that punished the answerless blonde.
Lindsey’s glistening, crunching abdomen curled with each invasive strike that sunk through rolls of flesh, doubling her over at the waist repeatedly before Pinder flattened one of her enormous breasts with a breathtaking straight left to the sternum. Hanging from the ropes as the bell sounded, Lindsey nearly spilled out of the ring as she was verbally berated by an increasingly confident Pinder; sheepishly tucking her heaving orbs back into her bikini as she shuffled to her corner. Pinder takes a surprisingly dominant first, 10-8.
Round 2:
The blonde finally found her groove in the second, responding to the brunette’s verbal assault with a physical one of her own. Deflecting an uppercut aimed at her tits, Pelas loudly replied by driving a vicious straight left into the Brit’s underboob, nearly bouncing her free from her top in one violent motion. Pinder shrieked as she was forced into a backpedal, hugging her pierced bosom as she turned tail and ran. Lindsey tracked her down in just a few steps, bunting a pair of rabbit-punches into Lucy’s gut before shoving her into the ropes and waiting for the rebound. Instead of springing right back into Pelas’ temple-seeking right cross, Lucy alertly hooked the top rope with the crook of her armpit, leaving the blonde to comically spin through an embarrassing miss. Stamping her heel in frustration, Pelas backed off rather than walking right into Pinder’s waiting arms, stalling out the last minute of the round but still taking it 10-9.
Round 3:
Despite squeaking out a narrow win in the second, Pelas seemed to begin the third round with a weight tied to her ankle; unable to create the same punching lanes that she had with her speed in the previous period. Sensing blood in the water, Pinder upped her game, darting through token resistance from the blonde and chugging a rising left into Lindsey’s fleshy belly. Pelas crunched forward as her tummy was bisected, spitting her mouthpiece between the brunette’s legs before tipping back up to shoulder-height in an impossibly vulnerable crouched position.
With her bulbs stretched wide in complete shock, Pelas looked down just in time to see her colossal, heaving chest pour free from the belt she called a tube top as it slipped down her abdomen; clutching at her teardropping tits with both arms as Lucy stretched forward and swept a ruthless right hand across her bow. Pelas’ skull slung sideways as Pinder uncorked, pirouetting on a heel before spilling messily to all fours on her belly, spread-eagle at the brunette’s feet. Lindsey’s swelling breasts mushroomed against the canvas as she pant, mewling in agony, dribbling a mouthful of blood to the mat and smearing through it as she crawled on her belly toward a corner.
Somehow managing to stumble and press to her feet, Pelas discarded her top and threw herself into Lucy. Somewhat taken aback at the blonde’s aggression, Lucy found herself on her heels as Lindsey erupted with a pair of heavy-handed lefts, stuffing her fists into the Brit’s gut and knocking her back. Pelas churned further forward and battered the brunette’s sternum with another straight left, flattening Pinder’s H-cups and sending her careening across the ring. In absolute awe at Lindsey’s fury, Pinder walled up for the last thirty seconds, allowing Pelas to creep right back into the scoring and nearly pull off a miracle. The knockdown still nets her a round win, but Pelas’ late comeback made it close. 10-9 Pinder.
Round 4:
Wrangling and stacking the momentum she created late, Lindsey continued right where she left off. A suddenly timid Pinder found herself on her heels as the blonde practically sprinted out of her corner, erupting with a wonderfully-timed left-left-right combination that set up a final right cross to the jaw. Pinder winced as she was driven back, shaking her skull loose as Pelas stalked forward. A pair of stumpy lefts from the brunette kept Lindsey at bay, but not for long, as Pelas swatted away a third before pumping a thumping overhand into the brunette’s chest.
Sensing real danger for the first time, Pinder slapped the brakes on the fight, routinely handcuffing Pelas any time she encroached with too much momentum for her liking. The result was a rather sloppy last few minutes, with more time spent hugging than boxing. Not that the crowd could complain given the two fighters’ proportions. Pinder found nothing in the way of offense, and the opening minute from Pelas was enough to take a lackluster round, 10-9.
Round 5:
As the fifth began, Lindsey had already strode past the center of the ring before Lucy made it off the ropes, volleying forward with an overwhelming flurry that put the brunette on her heels. Pelas’ wild strikes sunk into dangerously exposed flesh, thumping against Lucy’s abdomen, then her ribs in rapid succession. The brunette melted into Lindsey’s chest and pulled another binding clinch, leaning on Pelas, their massive tits mushrooming in a titanic struggle. Fed up with Pinder’s passivity, Lindsey craned backwards and snaked an underhanded liver-shot through Lucy’s arms, buckling the brunette and turning her stems to jelly. Pinder’s mouth fell agape as she flinched and sunk forward, wailing as Pelas broke and pushed back, wheeling through a left cross that brutalized Lucy’s chin. The brunette lifelessly tipped backwards before detonating on her back, her frame frozen stiff and twitching as she stared to the rafters. Pelas let out a throaty scream as Pinder was mercifully counted out, hardly managing to budge an inch before the count hit 10.
"And your winner, by KO in Round 5, LINDSEYYYYY PEEEELLLLASSSSSSSSSS!!!!"
Post Fight:
The conceited blonde huffed with a snotty grunt as her hand was raised, parading as if she knew it would come to this all along. Discarding the official and moving to straddle a still absent-minded Pinder at the hip, Lindsey first shimmied out of her heroic tube top, letting the clumped, sweat-drenched material hang around her waist and her mammoth tits slosh free in her bikini top.
Spilling flat on her back, Lucy groaned as Lindsey took a heavy seat on her taut belly, scooching higher until her split thighs nuzzled right up against Pinder’s teardropping underboob. The brunette’s bulbs just began to flutter open as Lindsey arched forward and scooped the Brit up by the neck, cradling the back of her skull before devouring her flushed features with her enormous cleavage. Pinder instantly came to life, her legs flailing and pumping against the canvas as Lindsey consecrated her victory, shimmying her mushrooming tits to bury the brunette deeper. Rubbing her nose against the center of her sternum, Pelas wriggled Pinder deeper until she practically disappeared, hugging the back of her head with both arms until the Brit finally stopped squirming. Pinder’s scrunched frame sloshed with involuntary convulsions as Pelas kept her glued between her breasts, shaking the unconscious model dry until she stopped twitching altogether. Mercifully peeled free by the official and Pelas’ corner, Lucy dropped to her back, arms strewn above her head as Lindsey planted a victorious palm atop her rival's chest.
Lindsey Pelas (9-13-0, 9 KO)
5'3, 31 years old, 32F
vs.
Lucy Pinder (3-18-0, 3 KO)
5'5, 40 years old, 32H
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 23rd 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!!"
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 belonged. 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.
Lucy Pinder answered with a virtually painted-on, skin-tight British flag micro bikini; her glistening, sweat-drenched H-cups spilling out the top of the twine, push-up chest line.
Any respect or momentum that Lindsey Pelas had amassed during her miracle run to the finals of the latest Princess of the Beach Tournament had promptly been given away after losing to newcomer Paige Spiranac. At least Spiranac had the courtesy to dull the pain with a sparkling start to her career, but a loss to a greenhorn was not supposed to happen after going toe-to-toe with Demi Rose. Pinder was a decent BBU fighter, but had yet to find that same success in the FCBA, with only one win in the last five years. Pelas was confident, but only because she had to be. A loss to Pinder might spell rock-bottom for the promising blonde; even if Lucy was a dangerous adversary in the JMD universe.
Round 1:
With Lucy Pinder being one of the tallest fighters she’d faced to-date, Lindsey found herself routinely handcuffed by the brunette as the two settled into a puncher’s rhythm. Pelas continually came up short on her offerings, only to have them countered and stuffed right back down her throat as the seasoned veteran dictated the pace of play. Heavy slugs to the navel, boring straight rights to the tits, and rattling shots to her guard kept Pelas off-balance for the duration, leaving her vulnerable to a final flurry along the outskirts. Pinder managed to squeeze the blonde off and maneuver her spine against the ropes, opening up with a barrage of heart-stopping tit punches that punished the answerless blonde.
Lindsey’s glistening, crunching abdomen curled with each invasive strike that sunk through rolls of flesh, doubling her over at the waist repeatedly before Pinder flattened one of her enormous breasts with a breathtaking straight left to the sternum. Hanging from the ropes as the bell sounded, Lindsey nearly spilled out of the ring as she was verbally berated by an increasingly confident Pinder; sheepishly tucking her heaving orbs back into her bikini as she shuffled to her corner. Pinder takes a surprisingly dominant first, 10-8.
Round 2:
The blonde finally found her groove in the second, responding to the brunette’s verbal assault with a physical one of her own. Deflecting an uppercut aimed at her tits, Pelas loudly replied by driving a vicious straight left into the Brit’s underboob, nearly bouncing her free from her top in one violent motion. Pinder shrieked as she was forced into a backpedal, hugging her pierced bosom as she turned tail and ran. Lindsey tracked her down in just a few steps, bunting a pair of rabbit-punches into Lucy’s gut before shoving her into the ropes and waiting for the rebound. Instead of springing right back into Pelas’ temple-seeking right cross, Lucy alertly hooked the top rope with the crook of her armpit, leaving the blonde to comically spin through an embarrassing miss. Stamping her heel in frustration, Pelas backed off rather than walking right into Pinder’s waiting arms, stalling out the last minute of the round but still taking it 10-9.
Round 3:
Despite squeaking out a narrow win in the second, Pelas seemed to begin the third round with a weight tied to her ankle; unable to create the same punching lanes that she had with her speed in the previous period. Sensing blood in the water, Pinder upped her game, darting through token resistance from the blonde and chugging a rising left into Lindsey’s fleshy belly. Pelas crunched forward as her tummy was bisected, spitting her mouthpiece between the brunette’s legs before tipping back up to shoulder-height in an impossibly vulnerable crouched position.
With her bulbs stretched wide in complete shock, Pelas looked down just in time to see her colossal, heaving chest pour free from the belt she called a tube top as it slipped down her abdomen; clutching at her teardropping tits with both arms as Lucy stretched forward and swept a ruthless right hand across her bow. Pelas’ skull slung sideways as Pinder uncorked, pirouetting on a heel before spilling messily to all fours on her belly, spread-eagle at the brunette’s feet. Lindsey’s swelling breasts mushroomed against the canvas as she pant, mewling in agony, dribbling a mouthful of blood to the mat and smearing through it as she crawled on her belly toward a corner.
Somehow managing to stumble and press to her feet, Pelas discarded her top and threw herself into Lucy. Somewhat taken aback at the blonde’s aggression, Lucy found herself on her heels as Lindsey erupted with a pair of heavy-handed lefts, stuffing her fists into the Brit’s gut and knocking her back. Pelas churned further forward and battered the brunette’s sternum with another straight left, flattening Pinder’s H-cups and sending her careening across the ring. In absolute awe at Lindsey’s fury, Pinder walled up for the last thirty seconds, allowing Pelas to creep right back into the scoring and nearly pull off a miracle. The knockdown still nets her a round win, but Pelas’ late comeback made it close. 10-9 Pinder.
Round 4:
Wrangling and stacking the momentum she created late, Lindsey continued right where she left off. A suddenly timid Pinder found herself on her heels as the blonde practically sprinted out of her corner, erupting with a wonderfully-timed left-left-right combination that set up a final right cross to the jaw. Pinder winced as she was driven back, shaking her skull loose as Pelas stalked forward. A pair of stumpy lefts from the brunette kept Lindsey at bay, but not for long, as Pelas swatted away a third before pumping a thumping overhand into the brunette’s chest.
Sensing real danger for the first time, Pinder slapped the brakes on the fight, routinely handcuffing Pelas any time she encroached with too much momentum for her liking. The result was a rather sloppy last few minutes, with more time spent hugging than boxing. Not that the crowd could complain given the two fighters’ proportions. Pinder found nothing in the way of offense, and the opening minute from Pelas was enough to take a lackluster round, 10-9.
Round 5:
As the fifth began, Lindsey had already strode past the center of the ring before Lucy made it off the ropes, volleying forward with an overwhelming flurry that put the brunette on her heels. Pelas’ wild strikes sunk into dangerously exposed flesh, thumping against Lucy’s abdomen, then her ribs in rapid succession. The brunette melted into Lindsey’s chest and pulled another binding clinch, leaning on Pelas, their massive tits mushrooming in a titanic struggle. Fed up with Pinder’s passivity, Lindsey craned backwards and snaked an underhanded liver-shot through Lucy’s arms, buckling the brunette and turning her stems to jelly. Pinder’s mouth fell agape as she flinched and sunk forward, wailing as Pelas broke and pushed back, wheeling through a left cross that brutalized Lucy’s chin. The brunette lifelessly tipped backwards before detonating on her back, her frame frozen stiff and twitching as she stared to the rafters. Pelas let out a throaty scream as Pinder was mercifully counted out, hardly managing to budge an inch before the count hit 10.
"And your winner, by KO in Round 5, LINDSEYYYYY PEEEELLLLASSSSSSSSSS!!!!"
Post Fight:
The conceited blonde huffed with a snotty grunt as her hand was raised, parading as if she knew it would come to this all along. Discarding the official and moving to straddle a still absent-minded Pinder at the hip, Lindsey first shimmied out of her heroic tube top, letting the clumped, sweat-drenched material hang around her waist and her mammoth tits slosh free in her bikini top.
Spilling flat on her back, Lucy groaned as Lindsey took a heavy seat on her taut belly, scooching higher until her split thighs nuzzled right up against Pinder’s teardropping underboob. The brunette’s bulbs just began to flutter open as Lindsey arched forward and scooped the Brit up by the neck, cradling the back of her skull before devouring her flushed features with her enormous cleavage. Pinder instantly came to life, her legs flailing and pumping against the canvas as Lindsey consecrated her victory, shimmying her mushrooming tits to bury the brunette deeper. Rubbing her nose against the center of her sternum, Pelas wriggled Pinder deeper until she practically disappeared, hugging the back of her head with both arms until the Brit finally stopped squirming. Pinder’s scrunched frame sloshed with involuntary convulsions as Pelas kept her glued between her breasts, shaking the unconscious model dry until she stopped twitching altogether. Mercifully peeled free by the official and Pelas’ corner, Lucy dropped to her back, arms strewn above her head as Lindsey planted a victorious palm atop her rival's chest.