Lindsey Pelas versus Javica Leslie (JMD)

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Lindsey Pelas (23-18-0, 23 KO)
5'3, 33 years old, 32F
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Javicia Leslie (3-1-0, 3 KO)
5'4, 37 years old, 32B
Free Agent

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

"AND NOW! Making her 42nd appearance in the ring. Please welcome the Ruston, Louisiana native, standing 5 foot 3, weighing in at 120 pounds, LINDSEYYYYY PEEEEEELAS!!"

Lindsey was meticulously painted with a microscopic bikini that clung to her heavy, sloshing chest with admirable effort. The thin-banded, sheer white bandeau 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 on display. 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. The platinum-haired, Louisiana-native’s locks were tied back in a tightly braided pony tail, extending just past her shoulders; her green bulbs gleaming through heavy, smoky mascara as she readied in her corner.

While Pelas could be the poster-child for the JMD Division given her assets, Leslie emerged from her ring hiatus ready to form the Asses of Mass Destruction Division. The stunningly curvy actress was also clad in a bandeau bra; albeit a far more conservative design than Lindsey’s. Her plump lower half had completely devoured her skimpy bottoms; a black string thong helplessly lost between her cheeks as she skipped down the aisle. Her dark hair was loose, styled in a frizzy afro; barking at Pelas as she slipped into her gloves.

Round 1/2:
Leslie was a rare exception from the norm; sporting a sparkling record despite spending her entire (albeit sparse) career as a Free Agent. A Fight Night Live regular, Leslie had been absent from the ring over the last two years; but the curvy firecracker was a solid test for The Federation’s top Flyweight. Pelas had given the CWF a stellar 2023 to put herself in position for bigger and better things, but the buxom Louisiana native needed to break through. Leslie wasn’t that opportunity, but a bounce back was needed after Lindsey’s unexpected loss to Kim Kardashian.

Pelas was one of The Federation’s biggest ‘brawlers’; a far cry from technicians like Katic, but effective nonetheless. In the first, things all went according to plan. Leslie was a step slow as she ramped back up from a multi-year break, and the oft-worked Pelas made her pay. Leslie wasn’t a JMD regular and it showed; the brunette wincing as Lindsey tenderized her abdomen with rights of every variety; hooks, uppercuts, overhands, jabs. Leslie found her footing in the second, and the devastating power she could summon from her trunk-like base was finally showcased. After what seemed like two-dozen straight connections from Pelas, Leslie flashed back with a volcanic overhand that caught Lindsey square on the lips; staggering the blonde and putting the brakes on her front-footed pressure. After Pelas takes the first 10-9, Leslie answers with the same score in round two.

Round 3:
Leslie seemed content to hunker down behind her hands and wait; unbothered by most of what Pelas had given her thus far now that she’d figured out her chest was a popular target. Lindsey had to be weary of Javicia’s full-bodied responses, but they were few and far between; the blonde finally peppering Leslie off her spot and pushing her into the ropes. Leslie bellowed as an uppercut to the waistline broke her down; Pelas slicing a wicked left across her rack, then a right. Hook to the ribs, jab-jab to the lips, straight to the heart; Leslie’s full body weight bowed against the ropes as she was torn apart by the springy blonde. An underhanded clinch finally handcuffed Pelas; Leslie trudging forward and easily riding the blonde to center with her stronger lower half. With Leslie doing virtually nothing, Pelas takes a sleepy third 10-8.

Round 4:
It looked like a change of heart in the challenger’s corner; Leslie taking an earful of instruction from her team before coming out for the fourth with far more pep. Pelas bleated as her jiggling orbs became a prime focus; Leslie whipping an unorthodox left into the blonde’s sideboob and clobbering her sideways half a step. A fiery left from the blonde crunched against Javicia’s ribs, a right whizzing just short of her chin; Pelas vaulting off her feet with the miss before Leslie STAMPED a straight right against her lips. Pelas waddled sideways with her mascara-smeared lashes blinking in shock, her teeth showing as her mouth fell open to eke out a whimper. The blonde’s footing was all-heels, gracelessly stomping into the far corner as Leslie chased. Pelas hoarsely barked as the brunette dipped low and RAKED a looping right through her plump hip; an uppercut bouncing the underside of her rack before a left SCYTHED through her sideboob and slung an orb out the bottom of Pelas’s thin bandeau. Another gutting uppercut buried through rolls of flesh as Pelas lawn-chaired forward, gagging before a crunchy left snapped through her cheek and misted a mouthful of drool to the canvas. The vacant blonde tramped out from the corner, groggily pawing at Leslie just as Javicia snuck a left through their frames and DETONATED it against Pelas’s slacked jaw.

“HNNNGGGKKK” The Ruston native squelched; her skull snapping straight back as her knees buckled inward, folding like a cheap tent and spiking to her knees.

1… 2… 3… 4… Pelas spilled gawkily to her chest, her abdomen quaking with violent spurts for breath as she sprawled out spread-eagle. Her enormous, partially-freed rack swelled under her weight, mushrooming out from beneath her sternum as the ring shook from Leslie’s celebratory lap.

5… 6… 7… Pelas winced as she tucked her elbows and pushed a few inches off the mat, easing her knees up next and clumsily laboring to all fours. With the help of the ropes, Lindsey dragged to level, rolling into the far corner and shaking loose whatever cobwebs remained to pass the official’s check. With just twenty seconds left in the round, Leslie went right back to SHELLING the blonde; firing an overhand into her clavicles, tucking a left below her rib cage, hip, navel, tits, chin. Pelas miraculously took the clobbering, sloshing and swaying with each fleshy connection until the bell finally saved her. Leslie dominates, 10-8; stunning Pelas with a knockdown and putting Lindsey on the ropes.

Round 5:
Pelas looked like a husk of the fighter that started this bout. Thankfully afforded a chance to remedy her wardrobe malfunction, that was just about all she accomplished in the round break. Leslie looked like an immovable object as the two met at center; her thick, muscled stems and loaded right hand just itching for another uncontested lane to Lindsey’s flushed cheek. A venomous left quickly found Lindsey’s panting gut; another throaty squeal slipping from her lips before she alertly slid away from the trailing overhand bomb. Leslie swung and missed again with her weighted right fist, twirling into the ropes before spinning back around to find the blonde right where she left her. Lindsey boldly faced the oncoming traffic to get in tight; rolling past one lancing left, then another. Pelas grunt with exertion as she swiveled her shoulders and with one blinding lightning strike, flickered a HOOK-HOOK through the brunette’s jaw.

Leslie’s midsection crunched as she curled against the ropes, her wires completely disconnected by the brain-scrambling one-two. Pelas shouldered Leslie’s slouching frame back up; barring her forearm across Javicia’s clavicles to hold her upright while she SPIKED a right hand through her heart. The brunette’s upper half deflated as Pelas CARVED chunks out of her bust; three straight uncontested shots to her ribs, sideboob, and underboob. With Leslie teetering off the ropes, Pelas PULSED the floundering actress’ tits with a final, breathtaking hook, spilling the wheezing brunette flat on her face.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… Javicia gagged as she writhed on her belly, whimpering as her thick stems pedaled against the mat for relief. An instantaneously rejuvenated Pelas vaulted atop the near ropes and shimmied her unrivaled assets for the crowd; dropping down to return some of the nasty trash talk Leslie had hurled her way just minutes prior.

7… 8… 9… LESLIE CANNOT CONTINUE!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 5, LINDSEYYYYY PEEEEELLLASS!!!!"