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29 December 2023 Lindsey Pelas vs Madison Beer

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OFFICIAL FCBA "SEASON'S BEATINGS" PPV 2023

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 30 December 2023 at 2:55 am

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Lindsey Pelas (18-16-0, 18 KO)
5'3, 32 years old, 32F
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Madison Beer (16-15-0, 16 KO)
5'5, 24 years old, 32B
Free Agent

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

"AND NOW! Making her 35th 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.

After an 0-5 2022 that saw her cut from Lookout! Boxing, Beer had taken off in 2023. A startling 8-3 against legitimate competition as a Free Agent, the fiery singer was bucking all the old FCBA tropes and expectations for those without management. Angling to expand the echoing of her name in league circles, Beer had taken a piece of bait from the CWF. Looking to exact revenge for Victoria Justice, Pelas had insisted on a JMD contest if the freelancer wanted the bout. Beer wouldn't back down, making her JMD debut in an equally stunning bandeau top and thong. While Pelas' tube top was all-business, fastened tight to her sternum to keep her colossal pair somewhat contained; Beer's top was all-show. The brunette beauty pranced into the ring with overflowing cleavage; her belted bikini top giving her assets a hardy push-up to accentuate her goods. A matching yellow thong was lost between her cheeks as she shouted across the ring at Pelas; promising to leave her tits-up and dreaming mid-ring just like she had her Stablemate.

Round 1:
F versus B; a staggering differential for a JMD contest. Though not too many fighters with modest B-cups were daring enough to compete in JMD; Beer appeared perky enough to fight 'up' a class or two. There were of course conflicting ideologies when it came to the disparity as well; while a 'bigger' fighter might have more padding to help in taking a jug-mugging, they also offered far bigger targets for punishment. With the rest of their measurables and record being nearly equal, this blonde versus brunette battle could settle the age-old debate.

Lindsey had evidently heard enough talk from and about the Free Agent; eager to show that her matching 8-3 record this year was no fluke. The blonde came out with a warm welcome for the newcomer to the JMD ring; sinking matching straights into the brunette's perky bosom and driving her off her mark. A wicked flurry followed as Beer sprung back off the ropes; winded already but gutted further by a sweeping uppercut to her pierced navel that doubled her over. The brunette winced and wheeled over a clumsy overhand that Lindsey ducked through; split at the waistline by a scissor combination of hooks that chunked off her plump hips. Beer bared her teeth and snarled as she scooted away from a smirking Pelas; re-arranging her struggling top as she traced the outskirts and avoided engagement. 10-8 Pelas.

Round 2:
After the first was all-Pelas, Madison injected a much needed spark into her step for the second; racing circles around Lindsey and utilizing her hint of reach advantage to pick and prod at the blonde in between reckless swings. Pelas simply couldn't catch the high-tailed brunette, always a step slow as she wore herself out with half-second late chasers. Pelas couldn't hide the labor in her breath as she started to drag in the last minute; her massive, teardropping chest heaving with pants as Beer finally set her snare. With Pelas on the backpedal, Beer snuck through and hit with venom; snaking one-two-three rights through Lindsey's guard and pumping her rack straight on. The blonde's snow-white mouthpiece gleamed as she throatily protested, her heels clacking as Beer traced right and lashed a two-piece hook-hook across her lips, then stuffed the second into her underboob. Pelas gagged and tumbled into the corner, holding her pulsing tits as Madison gracelessly rammed her chest-first and began cramming awkward uppercuts into her flexing midsection. The tangled pair heaved and twisted in the last twenty seconds, Pelas JUST holding on to avoid dropping to a knee before the bell saved her. Beer levels, 10-8.

Round 3:
Pelas already had a river of perspiration drenching her top and coating her cleavage; hauling off her stool with a whimper as she unenthusiastically shuffled out to meet the energized brunette. Beer could already see the finish-line, picking up her shovel right away and continuing to bury the blonde. A poisonous kiss on the lips with her right, a sweeping temple hook, a trio of zipper-hooks to her ribs and sideboob; Beer effortlessly carved chunks of flesh out of the retreating blonde. Pelas gutturally mewled as she gracelessly spilled into the corner, her forearms desperately walling off her rack before a meteoric left swung through the gate and clobbered her jaw. Lindsey's mouthpiece was ejected ringside, her mascara-smeared lashes fluttering as she threw an armpit over the top rope, giving her backside to Beer. Madison grunt with everything she had as she scooped one, two, three, four wheelburrow uppercuts into Pelas' hanging rack; flattening the blonde's chest to her sternum before a final spiked left concaved her temple and downed her.

1... 2... 3... 4... The blonde squelched as she was slung face-first to the canvas, her spread-eagled frame swelling with sharp, abbreviated pants. Her freed rack mushroomed out from beneath her slender sternum with each labored breath, wheezing as she planted two fists against the ground and pressed to all fours.

5... 6... 7... Beer urged Pelas back up, the glassy-eyed blonde awkwardly slouching to her haunches for another few seconds before finally straightening up. Pelas pushed the boundaries of the official's sympathies, using the last thirty seconds to remedy her wardrobe malfunction and stalling out to the break. Beer was untouchable, taking a strangle-hold on the fight with a 10-0 shutout.

Round 4/5:
After three minutes of sleep-inducing clinching in which the bustier Pelas controlled most of the work, Beer finally freed herself of the blonde's shackles and found open pastures once again in the fifth. Pelas was hapless and helpless as Madison continued to mercilessly tenderize her jugs; weaving biting hooks and crosses through her hands and penetrating her dangling targets. The blonde tried to take the body right back, but Madison's movement made her comparatively modest orbs much more difficult to find. Head, body, head, body; Beer kept the blonde guessing with a meaty game of twister until Pelas was forced right back into a defensive shell. After a brief period of thoughtless bullying saw Pelas steal the fourth 10-9, Beer finds her magic once again and responds with a 10-8 fifth.

Round 6:
It was tough to discern whether Pelas' tattered, ribboned top or her panting, depleted frame was in worse shape. Shuffling back out like a zombie, the blonde whizzed two biteless hooks right past Beer's balletic swerve, throatily grunting as the brunette slashed a retaliatory overhand right into her heart. Pelas gagged as she took a delayed side-step, her heart skipping a beat just as Madison tore through the vulnerable underside of her ribs with a lashing one-two that crunched against bone. Lindsey shrilly wailed and pinched over at the hip, rolls of flesh forming on her flexing abdomen as she floundered sideways and spilled drunkenly to all fours.

1... 2... 3... 4... 5... The blonde sagged into a lewd split as she teetered to her haunches and ultimately took a sloppy seat. Her bare, teardropping F-cups spilled awkwardly out the bottom of her bandeau top as the sweat-drenched material rode up her sternum, sliding further with each exaggerated pant until she was wearing it around her clavicles.

"On your knees twice in one night... I'd say it's a personal record, but it's you, so..." Madison barked.

Pelas hammered the canvas in frustration before rising at 8, passing on remedying the wardrobe malfunction and instead striding back into Beer with a furious, blood-red charge. Beer was knocked to her heels by the untamed aggression, deflecting Lindsey's first reckless overhand with her forearms before a second hook swerved in from her hip. The brunette squealed as her navel was pierced by a looping left, kissing her toes before straightening just in time for the clack-clack of two simultaneous jabs. Madison's smirk was all but erased as her head snapped straight back, blankly staring at the frenetic blonde as Pelas continued her crazed charge and tore through her rack with a brutal, THUMPING heart punch. The diminutive brunette's sternum concaved as her thong-clad ass jut into the ropes, staggering to a gawky half-split as Pelas pumped one, two, three underhanded screwdrivers into her hanging B-cups. Beer gagged her mouthpiece to the canvas just before being fed a throat full of leather; silenced by a crippling uppercut to the lips that crumpled her to the canvas in the blink of an eye.

1... 2... 3... The shell-shocked brunette unraveled and rolled to her back, panting uncontrollably as Pelas simply stamped to her hip and stood over her without a word. Just seconds after being on the canvas herself, Lindsey had traded places with the mouthy brunette.

4... 5... Beer swatted at the blonde's ankles until the official ushered her back, clearing the runway for Madison to wobble back to her feet. Beer's incessant blinking and sideways teeter gave no illusion that she was right in the head, barking at the official out of pride to let her back into the fight against better judgement. The listless singer trudged right into the bull's horns, walking directly into a weighted overhand from Pelas that exploded against her clavicles and clobbered her into the far corner of the ring. Before the brunette could even rebound, Pelas slid into her; slicing rights and lefts into her flattened rack until the official dove back in and peeled the topless blonde off her slouching prey.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 6, LINDSEYYYY PEEEELAAAAAASSS!!!!"

Post Fight:
Removing her gloves, Pelas dipped into a lewd crouch and straddled the comatose brunette who had sagged to a salacious spread-eagled seat against the post; cupping her cheeks with both hands and sweeping her satin, sweat-matted locks from her face. Beer's bulbs fluttered open with a lifeless whimper, her eyes rolling in their sockets before Lindsey stood and violently jerked the New York native to her feet by the hair. The graceless doe stamped her heels and clambered for footing, eventually sulking against the post as Pelas clamped her slender neck with both hands and gave her a kiss on the forehead 'goodnight'. Beer groggily wobbled and squirmed for a brief second of obliviousness before Pelas ushered her lips-first into her cleavage, devouring her face and planting her against the center of her sternum. The brunette's eyes widened for a split second before her world went black; bucking and pitching as Lindsey hunched forward and enveloped the singer's entire skull. Her spine pinned to the post, Beer's twitching was short-lived; both palms pawing at Lindsey's belly before sliding lifelessly down her hips and falling away altogether. Beer's final movements were a series of involuntary twitches; her blubbering lost between folds of flesh before she finally went completely still and spilled out of Lindsey's unforgiving grip into a twisted heap.