Clash of the Giants - Radmilla and Velvet

Everyone's head always turned when Radmilla entered the gym. At six foot six she was easily taller than the majority of the league and with how her musculature rippled out when she worked away at weights and treadmills, certainly more powerful. Somehow, all of that clearly hard-worked mass didn't detract from her amazonian beauty. Like her long red hair, it made her look more regal and assertive, just like her husky commandeering voice. She'd been on the waitlist for a real match for a while now, having come in at an awkward time, and as such, was spending more time in the gym. She socialized and had the odd practice or two but there was a sense of distance among her and the AFW mainstays. She was the new girl on the block but she didn't look wet behind the ears, not in the least.

However, she wasn't the only she-titan in the gym this early morning. Working away at a punching bag, practicing some powerful strikes, Radmilla heard some heavy footfalls and curious murmuring. It wasn't the usual rumour spreading or match-predicting banter; no, it was how people spoke when someone of power and force entered.

Radmilla looked over her shoulder to see a tall brunette woman on the other side of the gym, one that also seemed to have caught quite a bit of attention.

Standing at a rather impressive six feet tall, Velvet was also thirsting for a match, she was more than ready to plant some girl in the mat, or bed. But today the tall virginian was keeping herself in shape, at the moment she was stretching, an eye-brow raising experience for any viewer. She was doing a near perfect split, clad in a pair of black yoga pants that left nothing to the imagination, it accentuated her wide, large butt and thick, heavenly thighs nicely. A red thong playing peek-a-boo from behind. Up top her large breasts were obscured by a lacy crimson bra, giving a very good view of her canyon of clevage. At the same time, she gazed upon the even larger woman. "Find something you like over here sweetie?~

"A lot of meat." Radmilla called back from her side of the gym. The woman was nearly as tall as she was and certainly a lot curvier and dressed in some very flattering clothes. "Soft meat, I wonder?"

Radmilla honestly couldn't say she was better dressed. Her TNA shorts and sports bra stretched nearly transparent over her shifting, stretching form. If anything, they seemed to outline the shape of her body in a way that made it seem more appealing. Like a statue that was meant to be stared at and revered, she thought to herself. She was no stranger to the eyes of colleagues, foes, and friends and how they were watching her closely.

Velvet however wasn't doing this out of habit she imagined. No, she was showing off to the only other woman in the room that could match her. Even with this distance between them, it was like a wild beast taunting another over its territory.

She then slowly slid up onto her feet. This girl was clearly full of herself, though with a body like that, she was not suprised. She then began to saunter towards the titan of a woman, her bust bouncing slightly with each bare-footed step towards her. As if challenging her place there in the gym. She halted her advance at only arms length away from her. "I have been called a lot of things, but havent been called meat...what is your name girl?" she'd ask, arms folded under her chest to make her breasts puff out even more.

Radmilla put down the two dumbbells, her arms glistening with sweat. This woman wasn't trying to be subtle at all; that could only mean she had a bone to pick. It felt petty but the Czech woman would watch her carefully - this might be planned out movement to improve her public standing. Radmilla merely leaned forward, not bothering to have to use her arms to make her own breasts stick out. In truth, her's probably weren't as big, moreso due to the tight bra, but she was sure her's were a lot denser.

"Radmilla..." She spoke tentatively, giving her a rather neutral expression, the edges of her lips curling just enough to imply she wasn't particularly intimidated or impressed. "Meat is tame. Go to the forums for this leagus and you'll find far more colourful descriptors."

The others were starting to become distracted from their exercise routines to watch the staredown between the two. Radmilla secretly found it a bit electrifying, even if it seemed to be over a silly reason as her basically being the only other six foot woman in the immediate area.

"Did you come to welcome me or did you come to stare~?" She teased. Her abdominal muscles rippled for a few short seconds, tantalizing but almost a warning. I could squash you flat if you irked me, was what that combined with her defensive tone implied.

Velvet looked over Radmilla. She also could plainly see the crowd watching the two women stare each other down. Velvet spoke up "I would not mind staring at you, you got a body like a greek god" she said. Taking another step forward, their breasts only centimeters apart. Her body wasnt near as muscular, but was well toned. A clear smirk etched her lips, entertained by this. "I am Velvet McCallister, its a pleasure to make your acquaintence"

"Flattering but you choose your words well. I don't suppose there are many other gods as beautiful as those of the Greeks." She was starting to get rather pretentious and snobby but she had an audience watching her. She had to put on a bit of a show, no? Radmilla stepped forth, the very tips of their breasts touching. The thin fabric layers separating them didn't seem to hold back that almost electric tension boiling between them.

"I don't suppose you have more on your mind than merely giving our little audience rumour fuel, no?" Radmilla leaned in just a little further, sligtly causing their breasts to press. Just a little but the feeling was fiery and soft. It would likely be a taste of what was to come. "One doesn't come to a deity to merely admire them - usually, they have a little more on mind."

"Well, I did have a bit more in mind in honesty, I would like to engage in a little spar,maybe humble a deity or two" she said to her. Feeling their breasts squish softly. She was intending on making the moment even better. She extended her arms, sliding them up around the muscular shoulders and pulling her closer, their boobs mashing even closer together, starting to mushroom together.

"I respect your confidence... but one shouldn't make promises that one cannot keep." Radmilla let the words hang and the gasps fall. Now people's murmurs were staring to turn into catcalls and urgings to fight and Radmilla bathed in it. She was arrogant but she found herself liking this woman's highly self-assured style already. Leaning forth, she was surprised when she was suddenly squeezed against her, their breasts finally meeting. Radmilla's, even without her top on, would be smaller, but they were more dense. Even then, Velvet wasn't a pushover and beneath all that fatty softness was a denseness that easily absorbed her push.

"My my, how friendly of you. But if you believe that merely docking me will improve your standing..." Suddenly grabbing her shoulders, Radmilla pushed forward and bumped her stomach into the American's. It was honestly a bit difficult given how much their breasts struggled to keep them separate but her arms visibly flexed. Soon, her belly joined them in a single frictious grind, rubbing the body of the comparatively softer woman in a cocky and dominating vertical humping motion.

Velvet then slid her arms down the back of the taller muscle woman, holding her tight. Her own slightly pudgy belly would then make contact with her own hard abs. "Just because you got a lil' bit more muscle than me dosen't mean you'll have this easy, though.." she would push herself up, whispering rather huskily. "If it werent for this crowd, you'd be nude and sprawled out on the mat" she punctuated this with a lightning quick kiss on the lips, a peck if anything else.