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29 March 2024 Lindsey Pelas vs VIvian Hsieh

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OFFICIAL FCBA "MARCH MADNESS" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 29 March 2024 at 10:21 pm

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Lindsey Pelas (20-17-0, 20 KO)
5'3, 32 years old, 32F
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Vivian Hsieh (10-12-0, 10 KO)
5'5, 27 years old, 30F
Revolution Boxing

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

"AND NOW! Making her 38th 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.

Hsieh had squared off with the CWF a handful of times in her career; most recently Stana Katic and Tina Louise before her. There weren’t many in the FCBA who could rival her assets, but tonight she was chest-to-chest with one of the few. Vivian was dressed to kill; her overflowing tits spilling out from a lavish, mostly sheer, black bikini top that was holding on for dear life. She hiked her bottoms as she climbed into the ring, splitting her alabaster cheeks with the thin string thong and bouncing on the balls of her feet, much to the delight of the crowd who enjoyed an obscene bit of jiggle physics.

Round 1/2:
Though Vivian had previously fallen to a pair of The Federation’s best in Louise and Katic, she was valiantly punching up in both contests. Tonight she saw the other side of the coin; standing two inches taller than the 5’3 blonde opposite her. After losing 11 of her last 12, it was just nice to see the proverbial ‘ball go in the basket’. Hsieh shut down the streaking blonde in the opener; opting for sheer aggression to swing Pelas to the back foot. Typically the aggressor herself, Lindsey was pushed immediately to her heels as Vivian belted lefts and rights up her side; hook-cross-hook alternating up her abdomen and puncturing her hip, ribs, and tits. Pelas’ knees pinched inward as she was overwhelmed by the shrieking brunette; wobbling into the ropes at the small of her back as Hsieh grouped another handful of volleys and POUNDED Lindsey’s titanic rack. Showing some grit and a bit of frustration, Pelas launched into the Taiwanese beauty and slung her across the ring; drawing ire from the official but managing to buck free of the opening minute berating.

The rest of the first and all of the second, Lindsey would sculpt her rebuttal; brawling instead of playing finesse with the slender Hsieh. Pelas dragged and grinded her way to a standstill; using clinch-after-clinch to paw and pluck at Vivian’s midsection with stumpy jabs and uppercuts. The busty test-of-strength made for mouthwatering viewing, but undesirable boxing; as Pelas finally rode Vivian into the corner for a punctuating hailstorm in the last twenty seconds. Vivian yelped and squealed as Lindsey spiked a right off her bouncing rack, then swept a left across her chin, then a wicked right-right-HOOK stamping her bouncing bust. The last came well after the bell; a frenzied shoving match erupting as the two traded verbal barbs and catty looks all the way to their corners. After Hsieh takes the opener 10-9, Pelas does the same in the second; all level after two.

Round 3:
Pelas seemed to have found paydirt; once again wrangling up the skittish brunette and sweeping her up in a two-handed clinch. The blonde raked and groped at the lighter brunette until she worked her into a backwards trot; swinging into the ropes as she started to shovel hooks into her gut. Hsieh barked and yelped as her torso was sliced through; wincing with each burrowing right hand to her navel. Vivian tried to shoulder through with no success; finally conceding to the body-to-body struggle and tugging on the small of Pelas’ spine to hug her tighter.

Suddenly there was a throaty mewl from the American; Pelas’ string thong-split ass jutting out as Hsieh twisted a low-blow uppercut through their frames and slung her right arm between the blonde’s thighs. Their intertwined stems masked the infraction as Lindsey gagged and peeled off; her bulbs stretched wide in shock as she gracelessly sprawled and fumbled straight back. Vivian ate up her trail; bounding after the staggered blonde and crow-hopping through an overhand volley that CRACKED off Pelas’ cheek. Rolls formed on Lindsey’s abdomen as a wicked left hook sliced beneath her ribs and doubled her; hoarsely grunting as a bouncing right-left-right chugged against the underside of her rack, then a gut-busting uppercut, then a SAVAGE overhand raked across her clavicles. Pelas twisted and side-stepped, sprawling into a half split as Hsieh pawed at her curvy hip and pulled her into another fleshy side-hook that speared her chest; slinging her enormous F-cups out the bottom of the bandeau top belted around her sternum. Lindsey sloshed into the corner, huddling behind her arms as Hsieh cranked and darted unhinged swings up and down her abdomen; flinging until she hit empty in the dwindling seconds of the round. Pelas miraculously hangs on, but Hsieh takes a wide lead and her confidence is beginning to mount. 10-8 Vivian.

Round 4/5:
Perhaps fatigued from the third round sprint towards a potential finish, Vivian had little in the tank after the break. The first half of the round was spent circling and leaning on one another; playful, probing jabs that lightly found busty padding just about the only offense from either fighter. Lindsey was the first to find a second wind; using it to barrel into the corner with Hsieh in-tow and hammer away at the brunette’s chesty bounty. It was far from dominant, but Pelas pulls closer with a 10-9 fourth.

Vivian’s stamina was trending in the wrong direction as she seemed unable to catch her breath; panting uncontrollably as she wobbled out for the fifth. An opening swing and miss saw her turnstile the ducking blonde; clumsily careening into the corner after Pelas punished her strikeout with a bony HAMMER to the rib cage. Pelas had been streaking as a fighter due in large part to her improved fitness; her impressive core flexing as she twisted through a torrid windmill left-right-left, cauterizing Hsieh’s abdomen on both sides. The wilting brunette gagged and hung forward at the waist as Lindsey pawed at her tear-dropping tits; pounding a right uppercut, scooping a brutal left, then polishing her rack with a breath-taking cross that elicited an agonized squeal from Hsieh. Vivian immediately collapsed to her knees and folded over her stems; burying her face against the canvas as she whimpered for breath.

1… 2… 3… 4… Hsieh sputtered and pant for oxygen as she held her enormous, swelling bust; gracelessly sliding to a sprawled seat as she tried to catch her breath and stop the crippling pulsing in her chest. Doe-eyed but showing immense heart, Hsieh started to stand; up by the count of 5 but unable to stop the runaway train barreling down on her. Her skull snapped between ferocious barbs from Pelas as the official waved her back in; squelching as a third snaked through and EXPLODED against her cheek. A hellacious right overhand clobbered her temple; her eyes glazing as her hands fell away, clearing the runway for one, two, THREE underhanded rights to bounce off her unprotected rack. Sagging against the ropes and needing a lifeline, the official finally dove in and waved off the blonde; sparing the disoriented model from further abuse.

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

Post Fight:
Lindsey took a moment to compose herself before her brow furrowed; thinking back on the wardrobe mishap and what she perceived as an intentional low-blow in the third round. Despite being surrounded by corner personnel, Pelas parted the seas; twisting her talons up in Vivian’s silky locks and SLINGING her to the canvas. Vivian spilled face-first in a blubbering heap; curling into the fetal position in hopes of making a breast smother from the furious blonde too difficult and cumbersome to pursue. Instead Pelas’ eyes narrowed on a much easier target; straddling the brunette and simply plucking the knot of her string bikini top. Hsieh shrieked as Lindsey tugged the sweat-soaked material and took her trophy; leaving the sprawled model face-down and bare-chested on her belly.