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28 June 2024 Lindsey Pelas vs Kim Kardashian

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OFFICIAL FCBA "INDEPENDANCE DAY" PPV

Posted by Lookout! Boxing on 28 June 2024 at 7:49 pm

Tale of the Tape (JMD):

Lindsey Pelas (23-17-0, 23 KO)
5'3, 33 years old, 32F
Celebrity Wrestling Federation

vs.

Kim Kardashian (21-32-0, 21 KO)
5'3, 43 years old, 34D
Global Boxing Syndicate

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

Intro:
"Welcome to this fabulous JMD contest… “

"AND NOW! Making her 41st 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.

The former Cougar Title holder made her entrance second; wearing a skin-tight body-suit that was practically glued to her buxom torso. Her famous curves were on full display in the partially-sheer, black one-piece; her bust cut into by the plunging ‘V’ of her neckline that made its way almost to her navel.

Round 1/2:
The buxom Ruston, Louisiana native had been on an absolute tear in the last year; winning seven of her last eight and clawing her way into the top-20 Flyweights. Despite being one of the lesser of the Kardashian-Jenner clan, at least in terms of FCBA success, Kim had been on one of the best stretches of her career as well. Wins over Sienna Miller, Sophia Bush, and Mia Khalifa had started to turn the brunette’s reputation into that of a dangerous Cougar; perfectly capable of snuffing out an unprepared or overconfident opponent on any given night.

Pelas appeared to fall into the latter category early; smirking as she dictated play in the first minute before a slippery duck-and-counter from Kardashian opened her up for a MASSIVE underhook to the rack. Pelas squirmed as she was blasted into the ropes; Kim ripping underhanded hooks into the blonde’s springy bust before a lancing blade to the navel doubled Lindsey over and nearly threw her face-down. Pelas lawn-chaired over top of the brunette’s shoulder; heaving as she barreled off the ropes and shoved off Kardashian. Kim masterfully drove the last minute of the opener; dissecting Lindsey’s full-figured abdomen inch-by-inch. Rack, navel, hips, waist; every supple curve of Lindsey’s tanned upper half was stamped by a Kardashian right hand as the underdog soared out to a 10-8 lead.

Pelas would answer with a stronger second, but her frustration was visible as she continued to struggle to execute exactly how she wanted. 10-9 Pelas in the second to draw closer, but Kim’s defensive acumen so far is certainly noteworthy.

Round 3:
Pelas had a tendency to get crabby when she wasn’t getting her way; and with Kim defending with a vigor unexpected from the Cougar ten years her senior, the blonde grew increasingly sloppy. Wild, looping hooks and crosses whooshed by Kardashian’s head in the first minute; Pelas coming untethered as she balletically spun across the ring finding nothing but air with her leather. A huffing and puffing Pelas went in for a punishing clinch, groping her way toward the brunette and wrapping her up around the shoulders; only to have a suffocating machine-gun quartet hammer her lower belly. The Louisiana native spit up her mouthpiece as Kim grabbed both her swelling orbs and flattened them to her sternum; cocking a right hand at her chin and PUNCTURING the blonde’s left tit with a ruthless overhand. Pelas hoarsely gasped as she was pulsed some three feet back; staggering as Kim ate up the ground between them and twisted into a thirty second whirlwind. Hip bone, ribs, chin, clavicles, sideboob; Pelas gawkily stampeded backwards as Kardashian punched holes in her curvy abdomen. A wicked uppercut crunched the blonde’s jaw shut, snapping her skull straight back and blinding her to a fleshy THUMP that pierced her heart just a split second later. Pelas careened into the ropes in the last few seconds, just narrowly dragging back up and stalling to the bell. Kardashian is feasting on the blonde’s impatience, racing in front with another 10-8 drubbing.

Round 4:
Pelas was defiant in the break, nodding along to McElhone and even interjecting to defend herself at points. The blonde needed to show something, NOW. For as bad a lashing as she had taken in the prior round, Pelas paid it back tenfold. Kim had made her living so far countering the blonde’s aggression; but there was a tipping point where her voracity became too much.

Pelas started with yet another swing and miss, folded by a gruesome liver shot on her way in but PLOWING through the shocked brunette all the same. Jab-cross to the chin, uppercut to the rack, hook-hook to the solar-plexus; Kim’s back leg buckled as she backpedaled into the ropes and was left wanting for more runway. Kardashian clamped her forearms shut around her temples; her upper half ROCKING as Pelas teed off with rolling thunder overhands. The blonde sat perched on Kim’s hip for a solid minute; wailing away on every hunk of flesh she could find between her navel and clavicles. Finally some payback for Kim’s earlier heart palpitation was in order; Pelas pawing the brunette’s hands apart and SPIKING a clean right through to her bouncing bust. The wounded brunette drunkenly rattled off the rubber covering her chin with one hand and draping the other across her bust; slithering along the outskirts for the last fifteen seconds and escaping any further assault. Finally Pelas arrives, turning rage into results and climbing almost back to level. 10-8, Pelas.

Round 5:
Lindsey was a silky smooth sh*t-talker; giving Kim an earful as she labored off her stool and shuffled to center after a particularly tough round. A pair of catty paws to each massive bust replaced the glove tap; Kardashian wobbling to her heels just as the bell rang, allowing Pelas to eagerly push in. Nothing from Pelas was clean, but the blonde’s colossal overhands did their job; each of the first three BLUDGEONING Kim’s guard and powering her into the far corner.

Pelas pinned her curvy hip to Kim’s scrunching midsection; towering over the slouching brunette and probing for a seam in her forearms. A left rattled off the top of her forehead, a stumpy right-right failing to crack her walls. The insatiable blonde quickly grew annoyed and slid her back heel out, opening up and curling her right hand far behind her back; cocking a HEAVY hook aimed at the brunette’s bust. Just as Pelas pulled the string, the blonde let out a guttural squeal; her curvy midsection buckling sideways as Kim sliced a bony screwdriver through her curvy hip. Pelas whined as she tipped sideways; her tightly belted rack suddenly exploding as the brunette squeezed another uppercut through their frames and POUNDED the underside of her heavy F-cups. Pelas’s smoky, mascara-smeared bulbs flickered wide open; her chin hanging slack-jawed as her bust spilled halfway out the bottom of the bandeau top hugging her chest.

With Pelas’s back shielding the official from any nefarious activity, Kim slid her left hand beneath the sagging tube top and fish-hooked the blonde; tugging her tit-to-tit by the cleavage of her displaced bra and JOLTING her upper half with a crippling three-tap. Pelas’s plump hips rocked as Kim slid the first bladed right hand beneath the arch of her ribs; a second slicing through the blonde’s ample sideboob, sending shockwaves through her sloshing chest. Pelas’s thick stems jellied and buckled inward as she hung forward, her bare chest tear-dropping toward the canvas as Kim leaned back and SLASHED a punctuating right hook across her lips. The blonde was out on her feet; her arms falling toward the floor, squelching as her head snapped half a revolution before she buckled and puddled to the canvas.

1… 2… 3… 4… The buxom blonde folded to the mat knees and cheek-first, her quaking frame bouncing before sliding flat out on her belly across Kim’s feet. Kardashian arrogantly huffed and exaggeratedly stepped over the blonde’s twitching frame; her thonged ass perked lewdly skyward.

5… 6… 7… 8… 9… THAT’S IT! PELAS IS OUT!!

"And your winner, by KO in Round 5, KIMMM KARDASHIANNN!!!!"

Post Fight:
Kim carefully inspected Pelas’s slumbering frame before straddling her perked ass from behind; sliding both hands around the blonde’s plump hips and repositioning her closer to center ring. Lindsey’s hands limply trailed above her head as she sloshed flat to her stomach; her bare torso mushrooming out from her slender sternum as she skid and dragged behind the brunette. The blonde vacantly blubbered as Kim gave her jiggling backside a few kicks to wake her; ensuring Lindsey was coherent enough to comprehend what was next. The blonde’s muffled whimpers suddenly crescendoed into a shrill shriek as Kim twisted her talons around Pelas’s braided pony and YANKED her drooling face off the mat; awkwardly balancing the graceless blonde on her shins as she straddled her from behind.

Pelas grunt and wailed as she sloshed on her knees; her enormous, freed F-cups swelling with increasingly anxious, violent pants. Kardashian gleamed to the crowd as she slowly arched the agonized blonde backwards; curling her unwilling frame into a debilitating ‘C’ before thrusting Lindsey’s quivering lips into her own bust. Pelas’s face was devoured by Kim’s perky D-cup, the brunette’s orb pancaking against the blonde’s flushed features as she writhed and squealed in a suffocating, modified Dragon Sleeper breast smother. Pelas’s arched abdomen violently spasmed for air, her bare torso shimmying as Kim enveloped her further by adding an arm behind her neck to tighten the noose. After a few dozen seconds, Pelas’s intentioned wiggling gave way to violent, full-bodied spasming. The model’s thighs pried into a split as she folded over her own stems and slouched to her haunches; fleshy rolls forming on her belly as she crunched gracelessly forward and her frenetic panting slowed. Finally Kim pulled off and allowed the unconscious, convulsing blonde to spill forward; flopping back to her bare belly having been sufficiently tamed and silenced.