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11 February 2023 Lindsey Pelas vs Auli’i Cravalho

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CELEBRITY WRESTLING FEDERATION VS CARNATION CREATIONS STABLE WAR

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 11 February 2023 at 1:05 am

Tale of the Tape:

Lindsey Pelas (10-13-0, 10 KO)
5'3, 31 years old, 32F

vs.

Auli’i Cravalho (1-0-0, 1 KO)
5'3, 22 years old, 32C

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

Intro:
"AND NOW! Making her 24th 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!!"

After Keira Knightley broke the 1-1 tie in the third bout of this increasingly heated Stable War, blonde bombshell Lindsey Pelas stepped up to the plate to try and seize complete control in this mouthwatering JMD contest. However, the blonde still had a rather sour taste in her mouth after falling in humiliating fashion to Carnation Creations superstar, Paige Spiranac just a few months ago. Plastered across the Carnations’ promotional material pre-PPV was an invasive camera shot taken ringside right between Pelas’ split thighs; capturing the blonde’s final convulsions as she was suffocated completely unconscious between Paige’s tits in their earlier bout. A significant debut win for Spiranac at the time, Cravalho was hoping to mimic the formula drawn up by her stablemate.

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 belonged. 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.

The younger Cravalho was much more modestly dressed in a thick-cut floral bikini top and bottoms; though the vengeful gleam in Pelas’ eyes hinted that her attire might not last the full ten rounds. After an impressive debut win over Roxanne Perez for one of Carnation Creation’s blue-chip prospects, Auli’i set her sights on the biggest potential fight of her young career; trying to draw her new group back to level in this highly contested Stable War.

Round 1/2:
The opening of the fight was a delicate dance between the two busty beauties. With some of Auli’i’s natural spunk and aggression offset by her corner’s instructions to remain reserved given their deficit in the Stable War, all you got was a confused youngster who couldn’t trust her instincts. Pelas was wary of making a mistake herself, and all that yielded a rather uneventful first two rounds. The one thing that did shine through was Cravalho’s pedigree. The youngest of the Carnations’ prospective signings, Cravalho had as much natural talent as perhaps anyone on their roster. Her timing and striking abilities were impeccable, and each flurry and exchange somehow left the more experienced blonde guessing due to her creativity. With each sawed-off trade, the youngster grew more confident, and more arrogant that she could stand against Pelas without any problems. Cravalho and Pelas trade the first two rounds, taking each 10-9, respectively.

Round 3:
With some more inactivity off the stool from Pelas, the Carnations finally unleashed their Hawaiian sparkplug. Auli’i seemingly flipped a switch and began to dictate, bulling through the same testers that had kept her at bay through the first two rounds and coming over the top with seismic strikes of her own. The first airplane overhand just caught Lindsey in the shoulder, but even still it shook her entire frame, wobbling her three full steps backwards before she could steady. The wide-eyed blonde was visibly spooked after that raw display of power, keeping her heels clear of Cravalho’s unrelenting advances until she was circled into the ropes. Auli’i notices long before Pelas that she’s shuffling into trouble, skipping forward just before Pelas’ spine hits the ropes and thumping the blonde’s tits with a sweep across the bosom.

Lindsey grits her teeth and squeals as her torso is lashed and whipped into the corner, swaddling her chest as she reels and does a full 360 before centering the brunette. Pelas backs Cravalho off with a wide left-right to alternating ribs, but the brunette is back on her in a flash; chugging an uppercut into her navel before lifting through an identical strike to the bottom of her chin. The buxom Ruston-native was lifted off her toes as her skull snapped sideways, throatily gurgling as her bulbs went glassy, drifting out of the corner right past Cravalho. Half expecting her to fall, Auli’i guided the rudderless blonde across the ring for a few steps, finally deciding more was needed and spiking a trailing right jab into her turned back. The bell sounded with Pelas in a full jog away from the brunette, collapsing in her corner just seconds later. We might have another stunner on our hands, as Cravalho takes it 10-8 and Lindsey looks done.

Round 4:
Starting to be methodically dismantled by this younger, fiery blue-chipper, Pelas looked equal-parts dazed and lost as she waded out into troubled waters for the fourth. Gone were her lascivious taunts and displays for the crowd, and in crept more doubts about her ability against a Carnation superstar. Cravalho was now the one full of piss and vinegar and spite, barking at the buxom blonde in between violent volleys of her skull with alternating lefts and rights. Pelas drunkenly pinwheeled into the corner post after a sturdy straight piston to the tits, her heart skipping a beat as she spasmed and gagged while attempting to draw in a full breath. Hooking the top rope with her left elbow, Pelas pulled a pathetic cover behind just one forearm, unconcerned or unaware that she’d spilled halfway out of her top on impact.

Cravalho inspected her floundering prey and slung a meaty nightcap trio of punches; the first driving through the fleshy folds of Pelas’ crunched tummy, disemboweling the buxom blonde with a violent, shrill squeal. Lindsey’s chin hung low as the second swirling cross stung her pulsing ribs, crunching her abdomen the opposite direction of the first. Her torso folded sideways and buckled nearly to a knee, hanging lifelessly from the crook of her elbow on the top rope before Auli’i’s third punctuation mark bludgeoned bone; snapping her skull through the middle ropes and taking her stacked, topless upper half with it. Pelas’ awkwardly twisted frame spilled messily through the ropes before being caught up at the waist, drooling her mouthpiece to the floor as the official dove in to keep her from falling out of the ring altogether.

1… 2… 3… 4… With Pelas perhaps bringing out the worst (or best) in the Hawaii-native, Cravalho was quick to lewdly straddle the spasming blonde from behind as she hung from the ropes, grabbing her own C-cups in their floral spandex bra and shimmying the goods over the absentminded blonde.

“I know you’re eager to get a taste – so stay the f*ck down!” Cravalho hissed.

5… 6… 7… 8… Helped back between the ropes, and now using them to rise to her feet, Pelas hit the mark at 8, temporarily staving off another humiliating fall to a newbie. Cravalho had a pleased smirk etched across her face as the count and bell starved out the rest of the round, seemingly happy to keep punishing the quieted blonde. Cravalho once again in dominant fashion, 10-8.

Round 5:
In perhaps the most important round of her young career, Pelas finally showed what the CWF sees in her. After being thoroughly out-classed by the younger, inexperienced brunette over the last two rounds, Lindsey said ‘enough is enough’. The opening flurry of the fifth saw the blonde become unhinged, seemingly fed up with throwing rounds to rookie Carnations and taking the fight to Auli’i for the first time all night. Lacking some technicality and polish, but with plenty of meat behind her punches; Lindsey staggered the brunette with an artful feign left and a thunderous right over the top. Cravalho hadn’t taken much clean on the chin in her first bout against Roxanne Perez, but with the first major lick of her professional boxing career, the taste of leather buckled the brunette. Cravalho’s legs instantly jellied as she careened into the ropes, rebounding right into another flashy left cross that clapped against her belly. Her throaty squeals only fed the blonde’s confidence and blood-lust, whirling through a blinding flurry of shots to the brunette’s soft midsection until she was pinned against the outskirts. More vicious, unrelenting leather from Pelas and Auli’i was sagging to half her height, curled helplessly behind her forearms, ready to take a seat had the bell not finally arrived to save her. Whether Pelas can bottle that momentum is unclear, but she needed that round in the worst way. It’s an impressive shutout round for Lindsey, 10-0.

Round 6:
The blonde picked up right where she left off, practically lifting the challenger out of her corner and dragging her center ring. Cravalho showed some pluckiness by twirling through a hopeful left to the body, but Pelas was quick to extinguish the flame, countering with a vicious hook that skewered the brunette’s plump hip. Auli’i’s jaw dropped as Lindsey scurried forward, sweeping a pair of back-breaking hooks that sunk into her sides, pushing forward before folding the brunette with a hammer to the gut. The youngster lifted upright, but only thanks to a rising uppercut to the bottom of her chin; her arms pinwheeling as she spread and sprawled her stems, gawkily drifting right into a tremendous headshot from the prowling blonde tigress. Cravalho lurches, then folds inward, lifelessly toppling flat on her face at Pelas’ feet.

1… 2… 3… 4… The brunette gurgles and rocks to her shoulder, her lashes flickering as she stares vacantly into the overhead spotlights, right past a celebrating Pelas.

5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!!!

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

Post Fight:
Pelas was quick to pounce on her wounded prey, lifting Cravalho to her knees by the back of her spandex bikini as if she was in a hockey scrum before quickly ripping the bunched material high above her head. Auli’i’s mortified squeal was a full second delayed, hardly clinging to consciousness firmly enough to realize her breasts had been exposed.

“Don’t worry, kid, I won’t leave you hangin’ as the only one sans-bra…” Lindsey cooed, tugging on the front of her belted tube top and shimmying the strap down around her waist, allowing her titanic, heaving tits to flop free.

“I got a special delivery for Paige… You’ll make sure she gets it right???” Pelas quipped rhetorically, not even giving Cravalho enough time to comprehend the message before she cupped the back of her skull and thrust the blubbering brunette into the center of her cleavage. Cravalho’s awkwardly scrunched frame twisted and bucked, squirming in desperation for just a few seconds before Pelas wrung her tighter, wrenching the back of her neck and burying her treasure until it disappeared completely between her fleshy pillows. Cravalho’s fidgeting slowly gave way to violent convulsions, blubbering a stream of drool down Pelas’ belly before falling completely motionless in her grasp.

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