Camila Mendes vs Lindsay Pelas (Princess of the Beach Title)
Jul 4, 2023 18:18:54 GMT -6
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Post by Lookout! Boxing on Jul 4, 2023 18:18:54 GMT -6
Camila Mendes
Before: “Two seconds. This time last year I was still brooding over those two seconds between me and this title.” Lindsey reminisces. “I had Demi Rose on the sand, but not quite long enough. I don’t think Camila is going to be that hard to put down and stay down.”
“She needs to be thinking about this: I put Demi down for those two seconds, and I did it when it wasn’t her fourth fight of the day.” Camila shoots back. “I’d be more worried about how I’m going to stay up!”
Ringposts-in-sand setup. Neither fighter wearing a robe. Lindsey entering first, in a bright green microbikini, matching gloves, hair loose and long down back and breasts. Camila entering wearing the Princess of the Beach tiara and sash over her black high-waisted bikini, matching gloves, hair back in a battle bun. Both fighters barefoot in the sand. Pelas invading Mendes space during instructions, bodying up tit-to-tit, Camila no stranger to JMD mind games, just holding firm, trusting her C-cups to hold up against Lindsey’s fleshier abundance.
R1: Camila able to stand in the pocket and make Lindsey miss with torso movement, able to slip and counter effectively, dipping low, coming up into the body under blonde’s outrageous swings--visible effect after the first minute as Pelas output drops, lips turn down--she doesn’t like Mendes getting up into that ribcage, Good, calm expression from ‘Mila, stepping right, carving Lindsey ’s face with a scraping jab, sliding the right hand in behind it for sexy one-twos at the bell.
R2: LINDSEY GOES JUG! Camila caught off guard and beaten back by the walking barrage. Chugging lefts and rights up against the ropes, Mendes absorbing a tremendous beating before gathering herself and slugging back. ‘Mila stepping off the ropes in murderous trade - girls scoring short to chins and chests, trying to step in and clang away compact wallop. Backsides sturdy - girls are taking it well, but down the stretch: Lindsey able to get the better of the tortuous two way. Pelas bending left to pull in strapping rights upside Camila's head, Mendes sitting in the ropes, hands chest high, torso wilting to the side as she takes shattering blows. Lindsey refusing to respect the bell, clapping away on ‘Mila's jaw right hands until ref intervenes, Mendes stunned, staring, standing there with her dukes still up at her chest as Pelas storms away angry-butt.
R3: Camila flat-footed, meeting Lindsey strong for all engagements - brunette jabbing to preempt, then turning into short hooks as girls fall together. Pelas doing her best work when they're temple-to-temple - she's got such a short, powerful delivery, all hips and shoulders - just pounding away to ribs beneath the breastline, backing Mendes up. ‘Mila creating distance with a nifty shoulder bump, sidestep routine - finding angles off Lindsey's left shoulder from which to hook or chop hatchet rights to blonde ear/jaw.
R4: Constant brawling--constant warnings as action grows brutal, mindless and chaotic. Lindsey tugging top and slugging. Camila headlocking with the left and slugging her the right. Pelas baring her teeth, clanging away--she’s scoring liberally with hooks and right hands, now more of uppercutting swing rather than the short, angular chopping she was using earlier, Mendes absorbing Pelas punches better now. More body work from both women now as they lean in closer together and fight mouth-on-shoulder. Fight settling into a crowd-pleasing toe-to-toe pace--no let up from either woman as the bell: ref is going to have to enforce the breaks
R5: Similar stuff--girls looking to set up shoulder-to-shoulder, taking turns digging, bumping, chugging. When action’s outside, Camila can really compete: she’s banging away nicely, pinking up Lindsey’s breasts, squirting little uppies to chin, backing blonde up. Pelas grimacing--jugs are being constantly swatted and kneaded and Mendes has a knack for fitting punches into open swatches of rib or belly close in. but, Lindsey the harder working vixen this round, backing ‘Mila up with dousing volume--it’s the blonde still punching after the bell, drawing hot warnings from the ref.
R6: Lindsey plowing into Camila’s jugs with robust straight hands, Princess driven ropeside in shock as Pelas slams away. Mendes firms, slugging her way two-handed into Pelas tummy&tits, blonde grimacing, covering up and stepping backward as ‘Mila bangs her way off the apron. Steady, grim retreat for Lindsey--takes Mendes a solid minute but she beats Pelas length-o‘--the-ring, reaching in to tummy challenger into the ropes. Ref’s break, both fighters glaring; looking shopworn, hurting: ‘Mila leading lefts and rights, bouncing mitts off meat, really tearing it up: poor Lindsey face-in-gloves, tilting forward, starting to wobble around as brunette unloads. Mendes pushing in, stacking Pelas up, pulling her gloves down and shoving punches into her breasts--LINDSEY’S BREAKING DOWN! Pelas falling apart curvy thighs trembling—Mendes set with feet wide, punches shredding the loose guard smashing at breasts and face with impunity, Lindsey facing drowsily into blows, sagging into ropes--SHE’S HELPLESS! ‘Mendes committing herself--holding nothing in reserve--OH, she’s pasting Pelas. LINDSEY GOES DOWN! Pelas drifting to her left, tilting, tilting, then sprawling--she rolls onto her back jugs sloshing to a stop as she lies parallel to ropes and it’s OVER! KO6 for the winner and STILL Princess of the Beach, Camila Mendes!
After: Camila’s first successful title defense is going to merit a tribute, scampering over to her corner to get her gloves removed and turns around, almost skipping over the sand, her chest bouncing up and down. Lindsey’s still in pain on the ground as Mendes plops on top of her, “Now, b*tch, you want to insult my chest?” ‘Mila says as she leans over letting her teardrop-shaped breasts dangle over Lindsey’s face. “I can’t hear youuuu…” Mendes cocking her head mockingly, before slamming down the breast smother. Pelas tries to resist, but she’s only able to swat Camila’s back and butt at this point. Lindsey’s arms fall limp to the sand and Mendes stands up, admires her handiwork, and blows kisses to the crowd before heading to her cabana...
vs Lindsey Pelas (Princess of the Beach Title)
(Words: O & E / Results: Lookout!)
“She needs to be thinking about this: I put Demi down for those two seconds, and I did it when it wasn’t her fourth fight of the day.” Camila shoots back. “I’d be more worried about how I’m going to stay up!”
Ringposts-in-sand setup. Neither fighter wearing a robe. Lindsey entering first, in a bright green microbikini, matching gloves, hair loose and long down back and breasts. Camila entering wearing the Princess of the Beach tiara and sash over her black high-waisted bikini, matching gloves, hair back in a battle bun. Both fighters barefoot in the sand. Pelas invading Mendes space during instructions, bodying up tit-to-tit, Camila no stranger to JMD mind games, just holding firm, trusting her C-cups to hold up against Lindsey’s fleshier abundance.
R1: Camila able to stand in the pocket and make Lindsey miss with torso movement, able to slip and counter effectively, dipping low, coming up into the body under blonde’s outrageous swings--visible effect after the first minute as Pelas output drops, lips turn down--she doesn’t like Mendes getting up into that ribcage, Good, calm expression from ‘Mila, stepping right, carving Lindsey ’s face with a scraping jab, sliding the right hand in behind it for sexy one-twos at the bell.
R2: LINDSEY GOES JUG! Camila caught off guard and beaten back by the walking barrage. Chugging lefts and rights up against the ropes, Mendes absorbing a tremendous beating before gathering herself and slugging back. ‘Mila stepping off the ropes in murderous trade - girls scoring short to chins and chests, trying to step in and clang away compact wallop. Backsides sturdy - girls are taking it well, but down the stretch: Lindsey able to get the better of the tortuous two way. Pelas bending left to pull in strapping rights upside Camila's head, Mendes sitting in the ropes, hands chest high, torso wilting to the side as she takes shattering blows. Lindsey refusing to respect the bell, clapping away on ‘Mila's jaw right hands until ref intervenes, Mendes stunned, staring, standing there with her dukes still up at her chest as Pelas storms away angry-butt.
R3: Camila flat-footed, meeting Lindsey strong for all engagements - brunette jabbing to preempt, then turning into short hooks as girls fall together. Pelas doing her best work when they're temple-to-temple - she's got such a short, powerful delivery, all hips and shoulders - just pounding away to ribs beneath the breastline, backing Mendes up. ‘Mila creating distance with a nifty shoulder bump, sidestep routine - finding angles off Lindsey's left shoulder from which to hook or chop hatchet rights to blonde ear/jaw.
R4: Constant brawling--constant warnings as action grows brutal, mindless and chaotic. Lindsey tugging top and slugging. Camila headlocking with the left and slugging her the right. Pelas baring her teeth, clanging away--she’s scoring liberally with hooks and right hands, now more of uppercutting swing rather than the short, angular chopping she was using earlier, Mendes absorbing Pelas punches better now. More body work from both women now as they lean in closer together and fight mouth-on-shoulder. Fight settling into a crowd-pleasing toe-to-toe pace--no let up from either woman as the bell: ref is going to have to enforce the breaks
R5: Similar stuff--girls looking to set up shoulder-to-shoulder, taking turns digging, bumping, chugging. When action’s outside, Camila can really compete: she’s banging away nicely, pinking up Lindsey’s breasts, squirting little uppies to chin, backing blonde up. Pelas grimacing--jugs are being constantly swatted and kneaded and Mendes has a knack for fitting punches into open swatches of rib or belly close in. but, Lindsey the harder working vixen this round, backing ‘Mila up with dousing volume--it’s the blonde still punching after the bell, drawing hot warnings from the ref.
R6: Lindsey plowing into Camila’s jugs with robust straight hands, Princess driven ropeside in shock as Pelas slams away. Mendes firms, slugging her way two-handed into Pelas tummy&tits, blonde grimacing, covering up and stepping backward as ‘Mila bangs her way off the apron. Steady, grim retreat for Lindsey--takes Mendes a solid minute but she beats Pelas length-o‘--the-ring, reaching in to tummy challenger into the ropes. Ref’s break, both fighters glaring; looking shopworn, hurting: ‘Mila leading lefts and rights, bouncing mitts off meat, really tearing it up: poor Lindsey face-in-gloves, tilting forward, starting to wobble around as brunette unloads. Mendes pushing in, stacking Pelas up, pulling her gloves down and shoving punches into her breasts--LINDSEY’S BREAKING DOWN! Pelas falling apart curvy thighs trembling—Mendes set with feet wide, punches shredding the loose guard smashing at breasts and face with impunity, Lindsey facing drowsily into blows, sagging into ropes--SHE’S HELPLESS! ‘Mendes committing herself--holding nothing in reserve--OH, she’s pasting Pelas. LINDSEY GOES DOWN! Pelas drifting to her left, tilting, tilting, then sprawling--she rolls onto her back jugs sloshing to a stop as she lies parallel to ropes and it’s OVER! KO6 for the winner and STILL Princess of the Beach, Camila Mendes!
After: Camila’s first successful title defense is going to merit a tribute, scampering over to her corner to get her gloves removed and turns around, almost skipping over the sand, her chest bouncing up and down. Lindsey’s still in pain on the ground as Mendes plops on top of her, “Now, b*tch, you want to insult my chest?” ‘Mila says as she leans over letting her teardrop-shaped breasts dangle over Lindsey’s face. “I can’t hear youuuu…” Mendes cocking her head mockingly, before slamming down the breast smother. Pelas tries to resist, but she’s only able to swat Camila’s back and butt at this point. Lindsey’s arms fall limp to the sand and Mendes stands up, admires her handiwork, and blows kisses to the crowd before heading to her cabana...
