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CWF MINI EVENT

Posted by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on 14 May 2024 at 2:17 pm

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Lucy Pinder (8-23-0, 8 KO)
5'5, 40 years old, 32H
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Jessica Nigri (15-24-0, 15 KO)
5'7, 34 years old, 34D
Knockout Artist Productions

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

“AND NOW! Making her 32nd appearance in the FCBA. Please welcome the Hampshire, England native, standing 5 foot 5, weighing in at 125 pounds, LUCYYYYY PINNNNNDERRRR!!”

Lucy was scantily clad in a pale-white, sheer bikini that clung to her heavy H-cups as if it were painted on her skin. The thin-banded bandeau top did little to contain her natural, overflowing chest; her heaving orbs swelling as though they were fastened with a belt given the ample cleavage and underboob being shown. The Brit’s bronzed skin glimmered with a light sheen of perspiration; her satin, shoulder-length locks already soaked through and matted with sweat. Heavy, thick eye-liner coated her long lashes; the smoke from her mascara mixing with the flush of her rosy cheeks as she waved to throngs of fans. The biting floss of her string thong bottoms was lost to folds of flesh as it trailed between her plump ass cheeks, grinning ear-to-ear with a toothy smile as she slid lewdly into the ring.

The former JMD Title holder was still in the midst of a career-worst tumble; having lost eight in a row before joining the newly-formed Knockout Artist Productions. The imaginative cosplay model was still up to the task of dropping jaws at least outside the ring; as she hit the runway in a micro bikini that made Pinder’s look comparatively oversized. The bite-sized triangular cups of the blonde’s baby blue and white-striped bikini were already struggling with the jog down the ramp; her matching string thong lost between her cheeks as she barrel-rolled into the ring. Nigri’s bubbly personality and equally buoyant tits received the full spotlight as she paused to tuck herself back into her bra, beaming as she slipped into her gloves in her corner.

Round 1/2:
Having recently welcomed fellow debuting Knockout Artist, Leanna Decker, Lucy had some faint inkling of what to expect from the blonde. Even still, Nigri’s reinvigorated ferocity was entirely overwhelming in the opener. Despite feeling like a lifetime ago, Nigri at one time held the JMD Title for a staggering YEAR; defending five times before ultimately losing out to Demi Rose. That said, the innate ability to punish busts wasn’t something she could forget. The Reno native was insatiable in the first, her short time back in a proper gym awakening some of the high-class attributes she possessed. After completely waxing Pinder 10-8 in the first, Jessica started to tighten her grip on the Brit’s throat.

Lucy was highly attentive as McElhone frenetically tried to patch her shortcomings during the break, but as Pinder waded back into piranha-infested waters, Nigri continued to swarm. The blonde’s lanky reach was a tremendous problem for the shorter Brit; scything low-to-high as a trio of left-right-left chunked off her hip, shoulder, sideboob. Pinder spun off and teetered to her heels, only to be crashed into by a blonde tidal wave. Navel, ribs, waistline, underboob; Pinder drunkenly pitched and buckled as Nigri’s sporadic jab-fest kept her guessing where to defend. Pinder retaliated with a meek tap-tap to the rack, mostly blocked off by the blonde’s bony forearms before she EXPLODED over the top with a tit-flattening straight right. Pinder hoarsely squealed as Jessica’s fist SPIKED her left orb, the brunette’s upper half concaving around the pulsing blow as she was brute-forced into the tangle of the ropes. Lucy’s heavy bust swayed as a left hook from the blonde SLICED into her sideboob, sloshing her tear-dropping rack before a BRUTAL uppercut-uppercut pierced the underside of her bust. Lucy breathlessly gagged as she rolled into the corner, her bulbs plastered wide as her chest pancaked against the post, spilling halfway out the bottom of her sheer, straining bandeau top. Nigri callously took Pinder’s back as the witless brunette hugged the post, Pinder suddenly letting out a guttural squelch as a blind lightning strike pierced her skull; Nigri swathing over her sagging shoulder and CLUBBING a shouldered-left through the Brit’s temple, dropping her messily to all fours.

1… 2… 3… 4… Pinder kissed the mat as she awkwardly sprawled on all fours, her knees sliding spread-eagle as she held the ringing sides of her head with both hands. Her sternum-swelling pants were frenetic as Nigri paraded above her, feeling as though she’d FINALLY found the winner’s circle for the first time in 19 months. Lucy shook out the cobwebs and started to rise, albeit gracelessly, dragging upright with the aid of the ropes as the count reached the halfway point. With just a few seconds remaining in the round, Nigri was forced to stew in her corner despite Lucy looking increasingly vulnerable. The Brit makes it to the break, but Nigri has completely jumped down her throat with back-to-back 10-8 rounds.

Round 3:
Despite what her overall record might show, Pinder had been a different fighter over the last two years. With a 5-4 record (2-1 since signing with The Federation), the Brit was slowly gaining confidence in herself and her process at the ripe age of 40. With her corner giving a gladiatorial pep-talk after dropping two putrid rounds, the ‘new Lucy Pinder’ emerged.

Nigri was eager to the front foot as she tried to hunt the finish, pinwheeling through a handful of reckless rights and lefts before Lucy dipped low and TORE through Jessica’s ribs with a crippling hook of her own. The blonde instantly was immobilized by the stomach-churning shot to her midsection; wailing as Lucy spiked and stamped one, two, three… six, seven, EIGHT thumping body shots up her abdomen. A sidewinding left sloshed the blonde’s tightly-bound rack as it ripped through her sideboob, a straight right mushrooming her bubbly orbs to her sternum, a hook-jab crunching off alternating sides of her rib cage; Nigri wailing deeper and more desperate with each.

Jessica withered into the ropes as Pinder opened up her arsenal; flinging meaty hooks and jabs up and down Jess’ twisting frame. Her abdomen crunched and caved forward as she let out a throaty exhale; her lithe lower belly swallowing a brutal machine-gun combo from the Brit before Lucy lifted a COLOSSAL uppercut into her jaw. Nigri gagged as her neck snapped straight back, her pooled bulbs rolling in their sockets as Pinder winded two more merciless hooks through her chin. The blonde blindly hooked the top rope with her armpits as the 10-second count rapped the apron, Pinder furiously carving hooks into the blonde’s exposed rack as she slouched lower with each before being saved by the bell. Nigri has to be helped to her corner as Lucy erases a 4-point deficit and then some, DOMINATING the third with a 10-0 shutout.

Round 4:
In just a matter of minutes, Pinder went from dead in the water to frontrunner; with Nigri now the one limping out of her corner in a daze. The blonde was sleepwalking as she tried to stumble out and tie Lucy up, hoping to avoid the inevitable engagement that she was wholly unprepared for at the moment. Lucy twisted to discard the blonde’s clumsy shackles, pistoning two quick tummy-testers into her gut that flung Nigri forward at the waist. Jess once again shuffled aimlessly forward with both hands extended; looking to drag Pinder into deeper waters where she couldn’t tread, only this time Lucy cut her off before their embrace. Like she’d taken three jolting pumps from a defibrillator, Nigri’s heavy chest suddenly SHOOK; pierced through the center of her scantly-clad bust with a bladed trio of right hooks. Nigri took a false-step sideways as her mouth fell open; choking on the air that she’d hoped would fill her lungs before her legs finally gave out and she crashed to her side.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Jessica floundered to a hip before sprawling flat on her back; her perky chest violently heaving with weighty breaths as her arms were strewn high above her head. Pinder deliberately paced back to her corner as the blonde took a handful of agonizing seconds to restore the rhythmic beating of her heart; finally stirring as she rolled to her side and tried to press upright.

6… 7… 8… The blonde’s biceps jellied as she methodically inched up the corner post, kneeling for another second before doing one final pull-up on the ropes to stand. Pinder had no interest in theatrics, stalking just inches away from the wobbly blonde and waiting for the official to lift his barricade. As soon as she was greenlit, Pinder began to volley; ducking a lethargic, sweeping overhand from Nigri before CRUNCHING two suffocating lefts into her navel. Nigri gagged and doubled forward, her swelling bust landing in Pinder’s palms as the brunette flung her back upright and STAKED a brutal right through her heart. Jab-cross to the sternum, overhand to the clavicles, uppercut-uppercut to the bust; Nigri was on skates and defenseless as Pinder punctuated her dominance with one final flurry before the official dove in to break up the onslaught.

"And your winner, by TKO in Round 4, LUCCYYYYY PINNNNNDERRR!!!!"

Post Fight:
Nigri sagged to her ass against the corner post as the drumming of Pinder’s fists finally subsided; one hand clinging to the middle rope as she lulled to her side in a sloppy seated position. Pinder beamed a toothy smile to her corner and made a victory lap for her throngs of fans; extending one of the best runs of her career by thoroughly dismantling a former JMD Champion. One element the Brit was emphatically comfortable with was the post-match JMD stipulation.

The zombified Nigri groggily swatted at Pinder as she approached; the Brit plucking and toying with the blonde’s micro bikini shoulder straps before roughly yanking on the strings and fraying them in one swift tug. Before Nigri’s top had fluttered down her chest, Pinder dove into a rough crouch; straddling the blonde’s abdomen with both thighs and snaking her palms around the back of Jessica’s neck. Nigri took one desperate gasp before her squeal was abruptly silenced; her glossy features disappearing as her entire head was engulfed by the Brit’s enormous rack. Jessica pitched and squirmed as her upper half crunched forward; her midsection flexing as she pant sporadically for oxygen between the asphyxiating orbs mushrooming around her skull. Pinder gleefully rode out the blonde’s desperate bucking, shimmying her heavy, tear-dropping chest to bury Nigri deeper with each frenzied wiggle. Finally the blonde’s fight gave way to involuntary spasms; her arms plopping limply to her sides as her lawn-chaired upper half seized with convulsions. Pinder kept her swelling bust glued to the blonde’s flushed cheeks for a few more seconds before unraveling her anaconda-vice; allowing the comatose model to spill out of her arms and thump to the canvas.