Post by Lookout! Boxing on Apr 26, 2024 20:57:41 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape (JMD):
Lucy Pinder (7-23-0, 7 KO)
5'5, 40 years old, 32H
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
vs.
Leanna Decker (0-5-0)
5'4, 32 years old, 34E
Knockout Artist Productions
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “
“AND NOW! Making her 31st appearance in the FCBA. Please welcome the Hampshire, England native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 125 pounds, LUCYYYYY PINNNNNDERRRR!!”
Lucy was scantily clad in a pale-white, sheer bikini that clung to her heavy H-cups as if it were painted on her skin. The thin-banded bandeau top did little to contain her natural, overflowing chest; her heaving orbs swelling as though they were fastened with a belt given the ample cleavage and underboob being shown. The Brit’s bronzed skin glimmered with a light sheen of perspiration; her satin, shoulder-length locks already soaked through and matted with sweat. Heavy, thick eye-liner coated her long lashes; the smoke from her mascara mixing with the flush of her rosy cheeks as she waved to throngs of fans. The biting floss of her string thong bottoms was lost to folds of flesh as it trailed between her plump ass cheeks, grinning ear-to-ear with a toothy smile as she slid lewdly into the ring.
Leanna Decker was a relative newbie to the boxing ring, but she wasn’t a stranger to the Celebrity Wrestling Federation. Despite having only four career fights, three had come against the CWF in Pelas, Underwood and Nova. Decker was hoping the fourth time was the charm as she took on the newest CWF member; Lucy Pinder. Decker’s body was a picture of perfection; her porcelain frame sloshing in the tiny, pale blue slingshot monokini she chose to oppose Lucy’s getup.
Round 1/2:
Finally backed by a brand new Stable, Knockout Artist Productions, Leanna strut with an unseen confidence in her previous matchups with The Federation. While her training likely hadn’t yet been given a chance to bear fruit, her mentals were undoubtedly in a better place. The comparatively young filly exploded out of the gates; swathing over the buxom Brit with overhand-overhand to break her stride. Pinder winced as she was knocked back by the two titanic hammers to her guard; shucking her defenses and opening up her rack for a sinister hook-underhand-straight to PISTON against her hanging bust.
Lucy shrieked as Decker unveiled some of her new ‘coaching’; diving forward and palming the brunette’s globes with both hands. Pinder quickly scampered into a backpedal as Leanna rode her across the ring; twisting and groping her mushrooming rack until Lucy’s spine was forced against the bowing ropes. Leanna quickly discarded her fistful of assets and sliced a trio of venomous hooks across the Brit’s bouncing chest; demolishing her swaying bust before launching through a bladed uppercut that CRUNCHED against her jaw. Pinder’s thighs buckled and pinched inward as she fell into the redhead’s arms; balletically twisting off the ropes before breaking away from their embrace and floundering back toward her own corner. Pinder was already sucking wind, her mammoth chest swelling as she tried to tuck herself back into the sheer white bandeau top crookedly draped across her H-cups. Pinder looks to be caught somewhat off-guard by the redhead’s new tricks, as Decker takes the opener 10-8.
More of the same from Leanna in the second as she bullies and gropes her way to another domineering round. Lucy isn’t averse to playing dirty, but she seems far more reluctant to get her hands in the mud and play catty than the Kentucky native. The newly-signed Knockout Artist product is making a boisterous statement early, as she takes the second 10-9.
Round 3:
Pinder didn’t become a fan favorite by playing nice; and with Decker firmly holding the reins through the first two rounds, Lucy finally brought out her own restraints. The greenhorn had no trouble getting dirty, but when it came to mixing catty with technical, she couldn’t match Pinder’s expertise. After her opening volley was stymied by the Brit, Decker went to the well once again; lurching out and palming Pinder’s heaving rack and driving her toward the far corner. Lucy grimaced and gave ground, only to hook Leanna beneath the armpits at the last second and trade places; slinging the redhead into the post instead.
Decker barked and lost control, sagging into the corner as Pinder SLICED a left across her chin. Decker clumsily buckled and floundered to the side, hanging onto the top rope before Pinder unleashed a hurricane across her chest. Hook-hook-side uppercut; the redhead’s rack bounced and sprung as she helplessly squealed in the corner. Pinder broke up her rhythmic drumming by SWIPING a devilish left hand across Leanna’s chest; snagging the strap of her slingshot monokini and ripping it off her shoulder. The Kentucky native opened her mouth to protest as half her torso was bared, but just as she did so Pinder stuffed a stiff drink down her throat; buckling the redhead with a silencing overhand right. Decker’s thighs chicken-winged into the splits as she was spiked against the corner; her eyes crossing as she slid down the post into a lewd crouch. Narrowly avoiding taking a seat just as the bell sounded, Leanna gracelessly sprawled and hung from the ropes for dear life; just missing out on a knockdown as the third concluded. Pinder DOMINATES, 10-8.
Round 4:
The intermission could’ve been ten minutes long and it still wouldn’t have saved the redhead; Decker’s zombie-like shuffle unmistakable as the two trudged out for the fourth round. Leanna was a marionette with no strings; spinning and pinwheeling through a handful of desperate rights before Pinder finally put her out to pasture. The Brit slid left and laced a merciless left screwdriver through the redhead’s ribs; eliciting a wounded squeal as she tipped sideways and concaved around her abdomen. Decker whimpered as she valiantly circled back, a half-step slow as Pinder pulled out the defibrillator and spiked a pair of devastating shock-paddles off the model’s heavy rack. Leanna’s mouth fell open as she drunkenly wobbled and spun off; lawn-chaired at the waist as Lucy chased and BLUDGEONED a shoulder-high left off the redhead’s temple, knocking her out cold.
1… 2… 3… 4… Leanna crumpled to her belly with both arms caught up beneath her torso; her chin buried against the canvas as her mouthpiece eeked out from between her lips and dribbled to the mat. The once-fiery redhead was in a deep slumber, her comatose frame twitching with gentle convulsions as the official leaned in for a closer inspection.
5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!! SHE’S OUT! DECKER IS DONE!
"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, LUCCYYYYY PINNNNNDERRR!!!!"
Post Fight:
Lucy took her time making a savory victory lap around the ring; stopping to plant a heel atop the redhead’s porcelain, thong-clad ass as she shook beneath her heel. Decker throatily groaned as Lucy traced her toes along the curve of her hip, finally digging into folds of flesh and KICKING her over to her backside. Leanna lifelessly unraveled with arms and legs strewn to four corners, spread-eagled and once again spilling out of her displaced top as she continued to twitch with unconscious spasms.
Pinder had no objections to doling out overkill, and despite Leanna being in no state to protest, the brunette claimed her JMD prize. Decker’s supple E-cups quaked as Lucy knelt over her head and scooped her torso up by the armpits; dragging Leanna into her lap and resting the redhead’s shoulder-blades on her thighs. With a toothy, beaming smirk, Pinder shimmied her shoulders for the crowd and slowly eclipsed the Kentucky native’s twisted features; lowering her enormous, hanging tits over Leanna’s skull. It took a few seconds before the smother would register; Decker’s body jolting back to life as she desperately sputtered for oxygen from inside her fleshy tomb. Pinder meticulously hugged the redhead’s skull tighter; wrapping her arms around Leanna’s neck and burying her until she was lost completely between mountains of flesh. The redhead’s twitching and twisting lasted only a few more seconds before her heels slid to the mat and her lower half eased into a split; her own bare chest quaking for a few more breathless moments before she sagged flat to the canvas.
