Gemma Atkinson vs Lindsey Pelas
Gemma Atkinson had an easy start to her Queen of the Beach campaign as she took the beach from Victoria Justice without too much difficulty. Her road became significantly harder starting with the next round when fate matched her against the dominant Alexandra Daddario. Nevertheless, she defended her title against her in a stunning match, putting the QOTB world on notice. Emily Blunt and Allison Brie, more than capable fighters in their own right were dispatched as well and Gemma Atkinson's reign continued unabated. Today though she would face off against her hardest test since, and possibly including, Alexandra Daddario: Lindsey Pelas. Lindsey in many ways was quite similar to Gemma. While known for their potent breast smothers, fighters underestimate their other fighting skills at their own peril, as both are more than capable of outdueling their opponents in a bout of technical submissions or brutal strikes and have demonstrated their exceptional brains and brawn on many an occasion. Perhaps these similarities made this pairing so interesting to the exceptionally large crowd, even for QOTB matches, that crowded around eager to watch these two bombshells fight for the title of Queen of the Beach.
After six minutes of exhilarating back-and-forth action in round 1, featuring thrilling exchanges of powerful strikes, clever counters, painful submission holds, and tricky escapes, most fans expected the same in round 2. After about two minutes of the two fighters exchanging a flurry of punches and kicks against the other it became clear that the energy of the match was starting to change. Perhaps it was Lindsey's relative youth, perhaps it was the wear and tear on Gemma after four straight well-earned victories, but no matter the cause it was clear that Gemma was just a step slower than her rival. And while Gemma certainly landed her fair share of strikes, Lindsey was undeniably starting to winning the exchange. Just over a minute later, a little more than halfway through the round, catastrophe seemed to strike for the reigning Queen.
As Gemma fired a punch at Lindsey's chest, her left foot slid forward and left down a slight slope in the sand, causing her body to both dip and over-rotate to the left, leading her to land a weak blow to right side of Lindsey's stomach. Simultaneously, what would have been a hard and direct punch to Gemma's chest from Lindsey became a glancing blow to Gemma's right cheek as Gemma fell to the sand facedown. Lindsey encountered no struggles as she rolled her opponent over onto her back. "Oh, looks like the champ's resistance is done", Lindsey said, grinning ear to ear, unable to believe her good luck. After slapping Gemma's face a few times and receiving none of the expected resistance, she lowered her awe-inspiring chest onto the unresponsive face of Gemma Atkinson, ready to take the crown from her previously dominant opponent and begin her own reign in impressive fashion. As her chest swallowed Gemma's face in its entirety, she felt the traditional moans emanating from her defeated opponent's mouth tickle her chest and her opponent's legs lightly flail against her own, which brought the overjoyed Lindsey much satisfaction.
"How are you doing down there, Gemma? I promise you are going to be drooling on my breasts before the end of the round. No way you survive the almost two and a half minutes left in the round under my chest without going out and I know you aren't going to submit to someone else's breasts, even when you have no hope of escape. You'll flail endlessly and moan into my tits until you pass out and I can't wait to be crowned Queen of the Beach once that happens." Lindsey taunted, proud of her position over the reigning Queen. Lindsey's breasts continued to drain Gemma's oxygen, and Lindsey figured given how totally her chest engulfed Gemma's face, it wouldn't be long before Gemma went delirious from both the oxygen and sensory deprivation associated with being smothered by her 32F chest.
Gemma, taking advantage of Lindsey's assumptions that she was done for and that her leg movements weren't a threat, finally succeeded in placing both of her feet against the inside lower part of Lindsey's calves, hooked her ankles and pressed out, while keeping her thighs pressed against Lindsey's sides and her knees bent. "Huh?" Lindsey said in mild confusion as she felt a different feeling against her legs than the feeling she felt when she thought Gemma was just hopelessly flailing her legs forty-five seconds ago. Once she realized her legs were locked and being pushed out slightly, it was too late for her to do anything to stop what was to come next. Gemma extended her legs and pushed against Lindsey's shoulders, driving Lindsey backwards and freeing herself from Lindsey's buxom breasts. Immediately upon securing her freedom from the hellish, dark vacuum that was Lindsey's cleavage, Gemma hooked her left arm under Lindsey's right arm while bringing her right arm over Lindsey's left shoulder, interlocking both hands behind the top of Lindsey's back, and rolled to her left. While Gemma was gasping heavily from the devastating effects of spending almost a minute under Lindsey's draining chest, the tables had turned decisively in her favor.
As Lindsey now found herself on the bottom with her legs grapvevined, the only words she could muster were, "how did you– what the– HOW?!?" Gemma just smirked and said, "grapevine from the guard, bitch," as she leaned forward and applied her own breast smother to the now trapped challenger. With the hold in place, Gemma tut-tutted at her opponent "Lindsey, Lindsey, Lindsey, falling for the old possum trick? You had to have known that a glancing blow like that punch wouldn't have knocked any screws loose and even if it did, you really ought to have grapevined my legs anyways. Oh well, let's see if you can make it the final ninety seconds or so left in this round, or if you'll just go nighty night." As she uttered the last part of the taunt, Gemma wrapped her arms around Lindsey's head and hugged her opponent deeper into her 34E chest, making the odds of survival that much more grim. Lindsey tried to slide her legs out from Gemma's grapevine and tried to use her hands to break Gemma's lethal embrace, but neither attempt produced any desirable result. Recognizing the futility of her struggle, Lindsey ceased her resistance and hoped that if she conserved her energy and slowed her breathing she could survive until the end of the round. With ten seconds left in the round, Lindsey felt the delirium set in as Gemma's famously dangerous orbs deprived her of necessary air and sent her brain spinning. When the timer for the end of the round sounded, Gemma peeled her tits off of the dazed, but still barely conscious Lindsey Pelas who had managed to do what very fighters have ever done: survive a minute and a half under Gemma's chest. "Well, well, well, Lindsey, looks like you were saved by the bell," Gemma said with a mirthless chuckle.
After a short fifteen second break, the fighters resumed their match in the third round. The still glassy-eyed Pelas looked clearly worse for wear following last round's events, still visibly feeling the damage done by Gemma's twin orbs. Though as the previous round showed, who looks worse off can change in a second in a match of titans such as this one. After quickly meeting in a collar-and-elbow lockup to begin the third round, Gemma took the match to the sand with a well-executed toss. Once on the sand, Gemma rolled her opponent onto her stomach and sat on the small of her back. Gemma pulled Lindsey's arms onto her thighs before yanking her opponent's head back in a camel clutch. Lindsey shrieked in pain as her back was bent backwards horrifically while Gemma calmly cooed, "I think it's time for you to submit, Lindsey." Lindsey continued to cry out in agony, unwilling to tap, desperately hoping to pull off a Houdini-esque escape.
"If you're not ready to submit, let's have some fun," Gemma sadistically told Lindsey. Gemma released her hold on Lindsey's chin, focusing instead on undoing Lindsey's bikini top. Once undone, Gemma groped and kneaded Lindsey's exposed chest before jokingly using Lindsey's exposed chest as hand grips to apply a weaker, modified camel clutch, much to the delight of the crowd. Satisfied with the humiliation visited upon Lindsey with that joke hold, Gemma grabbed Lindsey's bikini top and turned it into a makeshift garrote, pulling back harder on Lindsey's neck than at any previous point in the match, bending Lindsey practically into a 'C'. Unable to take the pain being dealt to her spine, Lindsey tapped Gemma's side and cried out her submission, begging to be released. Gemma quickly obliged, letting Lindsey's head and upper body flop facedown into the sand below. Gemma got up and took a victory pose, placing one foot on the back of Lindsey's head, driving it deeper into the sand. Gemma's breathing was laborious as she celebrated her fifth straight victory, each prior match clearly having taken its toll. With five straight wins, Gemma passes Jennifer Lawrence and takes sole possession of first place for the most successive wins in this iteration of Queen of the Beach. Can Gemma go for six? Or will the strain of so many matches with such little break between them catch up to her? Find out next time as Gemma takes on Demi Rose, an equally, if not more famous Instagram model than Lindsey Pelas.
Winner by Camel Clutch Submission: Gemma Atkinson
Gemma controls the beach with a
five match winning streak, breaking past Jennifer Lawrence's previous record of four.
Next Opponent: Demi Rose
Part of me really wanted to write Lindsey winning here, but the idea of Gemma getting five straight was just too much to pass up. Thanks for a great story and a great choice of opponent in Pelas, GG. Can't wait to read the next match.
