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6 May 2023 Lindsey Pelas vs Jessica Lucas

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CAN-AM Border Bash PPV

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 6 May 2023 at 3:08 am

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Lindsey Pelas (13-15-0, 13 KO)
5'3, 31 years old, 32F
Team America

vs.

Jessica Lucas (0-4-0, 0 KO)
5'6, 37 years old, 34C
Team Canada

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

"AND NOW! Making her 28th appearance in the ring, the runner-up in the Princess of the Beach Tournament. Please welcome the Ruston, Louisiana native, standing 5 foot 3, weighing in at 120 pounds, LINDSEYYYYY PEEEEEELAS!!"

Outfits:
After a rocky start, Team Canada was placing much more hope in Jessica Lucas than they might have hoped going in; as the unpracticed Vancouver-native was tasked with slowing the Americans’ roll opposite buxom bombshell Lindsey Pelas.

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.

Despite struggling in the FCBA, Lucas had historically performed admirably in the BBU; but even in the lesser league she was winless since 2019. Recent struggles aside, Lucas still knew how to bring the heat even at age 37; her comparatively modest chest overflowing out of a black, lace push-up bra. Her light, caramel cheeks were split by a frilly string thong, eagerly vaulting into the ring and strutting right past Pelas who was busy being gawked by the ringside patrons. With a three inch height advantage, Lucas wasn’t short on confidence as the two pressed chest-to-chest center ring; though some of her aplomb was likely meant to mask the fear of falling to Pelas of all people in a JMD bout.

Round 1:
Pelas had never been a particularly quick starter; seemingly more intent on promoting ‘the goods’ than jumping out in front on the scorecard. Much to her corner’s chagrin, this bout was no different. Despite being untested since 2021, Lucas was afforded every opportunity to ease herself into her re-introductory; having to just casually retreat to avoid any offense from the boisterous, preening blonde. Pelas threw nearly double the punches, but Lucas made hers count; pouring a handful of stiff jabs into the busty model’s bouncing assets and finally drilling her into the ropes just as the ten second count rang out. Pelas had been dragged into the fight much quicker than she’d wanted; forced to abandon her jug parade around the ring and cover up through a savage flurry at the bell. The blonde retreats with a huff, frustrated with the moxie from Lucas and her refusal to make this a show-bout. The Canadian takes the first narrowly, 10-9.

Round 2:
Ready to hit the afterburners and culminate the celebration she’d teased in the first, Pelas was certain she could flip a switch and dust Lucas at a moment’s notice. Waltzing carelessly through Jess’ no-man’s land, the blonde coiled a noisy right hand, cocking it high above her head before a sharp straight left suddenly struck from the skies and clobbered her jaw. Pelas’ overhand unraveled, spilling messily into Lucas’ lap before the brunette slung her to the side and pumped a merciless uppercut into the model’s sternum. Lindsey hoarsely barked and folded forward at the waist as her massive, heaving tits spilled halfway out the top of her banded tube top. Hooking the back of the blonde’s neck, Lucas forced Pelas into an awkward crouch, nearly genuflecting as Jess buried repeated hooks into the fleshy rolls of her crunching gut. Pelas lifted off her toes with each bifurcating uppercut, finally throwing herself around Lucas’ waist and pulling into a desperate stalemate just to stall out the last thirty seconds of the round. If Lindsey didn’t know who Jessica was, she certainly does now. 10-8 Lucas.

Round 3:
The peculiar nature of this inter-Stable event meant that the usual coaches weren’t in each corner. Instead, Lindsey was surrounded at the break by her fellow Team America fighters; Liz Turner, Sara Underwood, Amber Nova. In turn, the encouragement was far more energetic and buoyant, as opposed to the usual stern instruction. With that, Pelas’ sails appeared to lift, as she came out with a fire and pluckiness that had yet to be shown. Lucas had taken every inch she was given, but the blonde was done handing out points. Jessica quickly began to struggle with the tide that was Pelas, fumbling into a backpedal as the busty blonde poured into her with more leather than her defenses could handle. A pent-up hook to the body, jarring uppercut to the ribs, then a final sweeping left waxed the smile right off Lucas’ face.

The taller brunette sagged as she was chased around the ropes, wailing as Lindsey two-hand shoved her into the springy outskirts and caught her on the rebound; racking the Canadian with a curling straight to the bosom. Lucas desperately shuffled to the corner, walling up as Lindsey pawed and groped at her chest; pancaking the brunette’s smaller tits and sprawling her against the post for more tormenting belly blows. It was all Lucas could do to make it to the bell, exhaustedly collapsing in a heap on her stool as the round ended. Katic and other Canadian leadership tried to offer the same encouragement that had lifted the blonde, but it seemed to go in one ear, out the other of the ragged brunette. Pelas is right back in this, 10-8.

Round 4:
The brief intermission was just that, as Pelas picked up right where she left off with more hellacious blows to the poor brunette’s pulsing chest. Lucas trudged backwards, trying to ward off the voracious Pelas with a catty paw that only elicited a devious cackle from the stalking blonde. Pelas swatted away the brunette’s pleading limb and tore into her ribs with an unblockable hammer; a meaty ‘CRUNCH’ drowning out Lucas’ squeals as she finally twisted into the ropes, sprawling on hands and knees across Lindsey’s feet.

1… 2… 3… 4… Jessica could only whimper and shake her head ‘no’ as she curled to all fours, sagging to her haunches as she swaddled her rose-colored ribs and belly.

5… 6… 7… Pelas knew what was next, straddling the pathetic looking brunette from behind and raising her hand in unison with every count from the official.

8… 9… 10!!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, LINDSEYYYY PEEEELAAAAAASSS!!!!"

Post Fight:
The loudest roar of the evening so far came as Pelas beamed with a toothy grin, de-gloving and playfully inching her hands toward the clasp between her shoulder blades. Her swelling chest finally sloshed free as the belted top was undone, teardropping toward the mewling brunette who was looking up at the spiteful blonde with the most pleading puppy dog eyes she could put on.

Lucas tried to squirm and crawl out from underneath as Lindsey’s massive orbs eclipsed her from above, squealing and floundering as her entire skull disappeared between her cleavage. Pelas awkwardly crouched and buried the brunette in a mountain of flesh, hugging and cranking the back of her neck until Jessica’s nose was planted firmly against her bony sternum. Lucas pedaled and bucked for just a few violent seconds before her gawky frame twisted up beneath the blonde’s weight and collapsed, jolting with spasms as she slipped into unconsciousness. Team America was threatening to completely run away with the event, and Lindsey made sure to mercilessly pile on with the celebration over her prone victim.

Can-Am Border Bash: Team America (3) vs. Team Canada (0)