CBAD: Lindsey Pelas vs. Yoko Matsugane

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

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

vs.

Yoko Matsugane (3-9-0, 3 KO)
5'6, 41 years old, 37F
Front Street Japan

(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

"AND NOW! Making her 33rd 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.

Looking to duplicate the titillation-rating of her bout with Louise, Yoko Matsugane barely made it down the ramp without sloshing out of her outfit; a pearl white, spandex slingshot monokini that was tight enough to fasten her massive F-cups to her chest for the time being. It took a titanic set to rival Pelas’ chest, but with the carefully crafted optics of her suit; Matsugane sure made a run at surpassing the blonde.

Pelas was in the midst of a name-salvaging personal run over the last nine months; winning six straight (JMD) and climbing as high as No. 13 in the latest JMD rankings. The busty Ruston, Louisiana-native was even threatening to become a player at Lightweight if she could translate her jug muggin’ successes to the bright lights of the Flyweight stage.

Round 1:
Matsugane was about to get real familiar with the Celebrity Wrestling Federation; having already fallen to newcomer Tina Louise just a month ago, while also being scheduled to take on both Sara Jean Underwood and Stana Katic in Japan later this summer.

Pelas rolled out the red carpet early in this meet ‘n’ greet; paying no mind to Yoko’s troublesome reach advantage and snuggling her way right into the body. Handcuffed by the bubbly blonde’s relentless enthusiasm, Yoko was forced to defend with looping, ineffective hooks through awkward embraces; finding herself unable to create the space to freely swing as Lindsey nestled too close for comfort and slugged away at the Japanese beauty’s enormous, inviting F-cups. Matsugane was abruptly hammered into the ropes as Pelas chugged bouncing uppercuts into the underside of her heaving bosom, wailing as a sweeping right hook spiked the side of her rack and sent her sprawling across the corner.

As Lindsey cocked a shoulder-high overhand with the clock dwindling down to the last thirty seconds, the cornered model slumped to the side and shanked a biting hook into the blonde’s hip. Pelas’ top-heavy frame rocked sideways as another underhanded left hook pierced the fleshy folds of her crunching abdomen; grunting as a stiff straight right followed, pancaking her swelling chest and trampolining her across the ring on her heels. With the fleshy clap echoing over the bell, Pelas retreated to her corner with a bit of a breathless limp; having taken the round 10-9 but paid for her arrogance late.

Round 2:
Undeterred by Yoko’s chesty rebuttal and feeling no carryover pressure from the Japanese beauty, Lindsey waded right back into the riptide at the second bell. Pelas twisted and pirouette across the ring like a top, slashing at the brunette’s chest with boisterous, swaggering overhands. Yoko pawed and batted away Lindsey’s reckless jabs, shielding her jiggling breasts from the singularly-focused blonde before slithering an elastic jab through to her navel. Pelas hoarsely grunt and lawn-chaired forward at the waist, straightening with a grimace to sweep a whooshing right across the plane of Yoko’s shoulders.

Suddenly the blonde squelched as Matsugane slid beneath her arrogant cross and screwed a breathtaking shiv into the underside of her left breast. Lindsey’s face flushed as her curvy frame was crippled, gutturally blubbering as she stumbled to her heels and skittered across the ropes at her back. The blonde helplessly fumbled to tuck one of her freed F-cups back into her latex bra; the springy impact having sloshed it free from her tight, belted top. Yoko began to stalk as Lindsey sputtered with deep, abbreviated pants; desperately whimpering to restart the beat of her stuttering heart. Pelas tried to turn to her side and show her ribs as Yoko slid forward; drumming the blonde’s titanic, swelling chest with a ferocious trio of straight lefts that sent her slumping to the corner. The blonde’s bare chest momentarily disappeared behind a web of swaddling forearms as she pulled cover; slouching against the post as Matsugane sweltered with a frenzy of uppercuts to the ribs and hip, then a battery of overhands to the shoulder and temple. After nearly a minute, the rainy patter of Yoko’s storm slowed; perplexed at how to pierce the blonde’s shell for one final felling blow. Lindsey peeked just long enough to see that Yoko’s pace had slowed; tucking her tail and slipping out from the danger of the corner to circle free.

The last twenty seconds were filled with a sea of taunts in broken-English as Yoko bit at the blonde’s heels; baiting Lindsey to re-engage with little success thanks to the advice of her corner. Pelas is completely out-classed after the heart-palpitation, and Matsugane takes the round 10-8.

Round 3:
Yoko had shown plenty of spunk, but a troubling inability to canvas the struggling blonde despite having her on the literal and proverbial ropes for two full minutes. After a brief continuation of the brunette’s prior-round pressure, a re-engaged Pelas suddenly started to overtake and mob Matsugane. Pelas arrogantly pushed forward despite a steady drip of warning jabs from Yoko; her heavy rack quaking from Matsugane’s rhythmic testing, but she remained undeterred nonetheless. With Yoko feeling the ropes on her back, she planted a heel and winded a savage right hook through Lindsey’s guard; raking her fist across the blonde’s ribs and tits. Pelas squealed as her chest was hammered, but she was already mid-toss with a rebuttal; submarining a side-hook into the underside of Matsugane’s rack just a split-second later. As Lindsey stumbled back half a step, the brunette fully wilted; her jaw falling open and spilling a mouthful of drool down her chest as she crashed into the ropes.

Pelas strode forward and hooked Matsugane by the armpit; pinning and propping her up against the wall with an awkward, busty clinch to hold her still. Matsugane’s lilting frame buckled and twisted as the blonde cranked sharp right hooks up her side; pouring fists into her hip, rib cage, and the side of her tits. Matsugane’s deflated torso suddenly crunched sideways with a throaty squelch; her legs trembling and giving out as Lindsey spiked a cruel overhand into the delicate curve of her rack. Before Yoko could fall to her knees, the devilish blonde lifted and separated; slipping a slumbering uppercut through their frames and hammering the underside of Matsugane’s chin. Yoko was immediately rendered limp and collapsed clumsily atop her own folded stems; unraveling at the base of the ropes as Lindsey twirled and paraded victoriously toward her corner.

1… 2… 3… 4… SHE’S DONE!! SHE’S OUT!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 3, LINDSEYYYY PEEEELAAAAAASSS!!!!"


Post Fight:
With the formality of the decision out of the way, Pelas darted back across the ring and pounced atop the belly of the twitching brunette; tearing through the shoulder straps of Yoko’s slingshot monokini like she was opening a Christmas present and baring the panting chest of Matsugane. The Japanese beauty gagged and spasmed as Pelas inched up over her navel, straddling her ribs on all fours as an ear-to-ear grin slid across her cheeks. With a playful shimmy of her own teardropping F-cups, the toothy blonde lowered her dangling tits and eclipsed the twisted features of the drunken brunette below; enveloping Matsugane in a flash. Yoko helplessly squirmed and pried at Lindsey’s chin as she was suffocated by the blonde’s heavy pillows; slamming her heels against the canvas for just a few brief seconds before her legs puttied into a full split. Pelas devilishly shook her chest to motorboat the fading brunette; mushrooming tight for one final squeeeeeeze of her pythons to ensure Yoko was unconscious before relenting.