When the Giantesses Clash! Radmilla and Aniek VS. Kozlova and Diabolica (featuring HaraMiya and TheRacker)

Hentai Tag Match
Attire: Bikinis
Victory condition: a wrestler must be pressed belly to belly and breast to breast with another and cause them to tap out, verbally submit, fall unconscious, or cum.

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Even before Radmilla and Aniek had walked down the runway, the venue was LOUD. A heavy thudding beat and bouncing dubstep electronic pounded and the crowd stamped their feet. The whole place seemed to shake as if it was an earthquake. When the two European goddesses walked through the arch, the lights weren't any less intimidating. Fireworks practically exploded around them, bathing their glossy skin with dancing light and making them appear unreal in their powerful beauty. Every step they took coincided with the pounding bass, carrying themselves with a quiet regality that added to the awe that showered them.

Aniek waved to the crowd and slapped a few palms, her face trying to smile but she was fighting to focus. Her simple bright green bikini left little to the imagination, clenching against her breasts a bit harder than usual while her v-shape thong seemed to draw as much attention to her crotch as it did her sharp, toned body. Hints of dense muscle flashed on her powerful but not bulky form.

Radmilla on the other hand was far more formal. She strode in as if she was royalty, hands on her hips, lines of tension lining the taller woman's powerful form. Men and woman alike shrunk under her gaze and her criss-crossing purple bikini added to the exotic redhead's flair. Her abs flexed lightly enough to reveal their shape but she did not reveal the full extent of her muscularity. Yet even from a glimpse it was not hard to tell she was the bigger woman.

Both women rolled under the ropes at the ring and the light shone on them for a few moments, darkening all around. They struck odd and bent poses that were as strange as they were alluring, showcasing their flexibility and their power. No one had seen their mouths move even once but as they finished, they traded understanding glances.

Everyone knew this match would be a hard fight and a very intimate one at that.

Diabolica was standing by the Kozlova - another big woman who will be her partner tonight. Kozlova looked pretty intimidating and Diabolica was sure that they'll be good tag team. After all, both wrestlers were heel's aswell so having simmilar mindset when going in fight was definitely a plus. "Let's do this!" Diabolica nods and said to her partner.

Diabolica was wearing black bikini and was little shy at the begining, since she wasn't used to showing that much skin. But she quickly got her confidence back when Russian-Mexican duo was receiving whistles and compliments from the crowd. Smile covered her face, wigh hand waving into all directions to greet their fans.

Diabolica took the steps to get in the ring between first and second rope. Steping on the ropes to face the crowd, she lift her arms high in the air before jumping back down and turning toward their opponents. Smile quickly faded away and was replaced with determinated glare. She was nice and friendly to their fans, but when facing opponents there was only one thing in her head: beating them hard and leave ring as winner.

This was an entirely new experience that the large Russian woman had very little experience with, being the partner of someone else but also...well...wearing what she was wearing. When the lights came to highlight Diabolica and herself, the General was standing in quiet fury as she glared out across the crowd and down towards their opposition.

Luckily for Diabolica, compared to her partner, the crowd was extremely likely to consider her the 'modest' one of their team and for good reason! The General's outfit consisted of a black sling bikini, offered on the advice of one of the people backstage, with the straps of the bikini fashioned to appear as bandoliers and it bared almost everything. Obviously many looked at the General's large chest and the way it was practically bursting out into the open, but it didn't take many long to notice the hard muscular definition along the rest of her body, including an impressive set of abs.

Pictures flashed as the two strode down to the ring and Kozlova took a brief moment to politely offer Diabolica a hand to get up to the apron before returning the favor of getting up to the edge of the ring. There a savage grin crossed her lips and Miroslava spread both of her arms out wide while looking at her opponents..waggling her thumbs up and down before turning them down for good and climbing over the top rope. Not the best idea considering how she was briefly stuck with the rope wedged up between her thighs, but her nerves were on edge with this new situation~!

This was a match against other 'giants' of Friction and Kozlova honestly felt a little tense about partnering with someone she had never even met before. So she stalked back and forth across their side of the ring, glaring at the enemy in her skimpy bikini before passing close to Diabolica and leaning in to whisper into her ear. "Listen, there is no shame in this. If you feel overwhelmed, come and tag me in."

It was a gracious offer coming from someone like Miroslava who gave one last glare before going to their corner and climbing out to the apron, bending over slightly to lean on the rop, an act that thrusts her oiled ass out behind her.

Aniek and Radmilla had wrestled together and against one another. Big or small, nice or naughty, they were veterans of many a matchup and already were analyzing the two closely. Diabolica was the bigger of the two, thick bodied and well muscled while the military-themed pale-skinned girl was only an inch smaller and still roughly on Aniek's level. Koslova looked every bit as determined as her Mexican opponent and for her size, even bustier. Radmilla leaned to Aniek and whispered a few words - they'd have trouble with such a large bust in the way.

In response to their glares and motions, the big Czech woman simply straightened up and took a few tentative steps forward, stretching her arms upwards. Her abs rippled with a network of muscled tension and sharply cut toning, looking positively crafted out of rock. There was no malice or contempt in her eyes - if anything she almost looked bored but Diabolica would be able to notice her pupils rapidly moving about, eating every inch of her body. She let the smallest hints of a smile cross the sides of lips. It was very, very hard for her to resist meeting another woman of equal size and power.

Aniek on the other hand raised her eyebrows at Miraslova. She heard she might have been military, Russian not surprisingly, and that seemed to entail all the near masculine aggression she knew of such types. She patted Radmilla on the back and stepped forward, deciding to get a taste of the bigger of the two first. Radmilla looked at her carefully before nodding, turning around and almost lazily moving over the ropes.

The referee gestured to the commentator's table and the bell rung.

Aniek moved quickly to the centre of the ring to meet up with Diabolica, throwing her head left and right. She did not rise to her full height, keeping both her hands in front of her one before the other as she semi-circled her opponent.

"You're the first one who makes me feel small here." She spoke, smiling at her opponent. She found it hard to feel hostile towards someone she'd never met... not that it made her a softy. "I was afraid I'd still feel foreign here."

Aniek opened up with a sudden slicing chop with her right hand, her palm facing to the left as she would aim for smack it right on Diabolica's collarbone. She would very quickly follow up by shooting her other arm up under Diabolica's right armpit and locking fingers with her smacking hand. Her plan was that the smack would cause her to stagger or stumble, putting her off balance enough for the dutch woman to catch her in a hold that would keep her off balance, allowing her to toss her to the side and send her crashing into the mat.

After everyone was in ring, Diabolica moved back in corner where her partner was waiting. "Don't worry about it. Winning a match is more important than own pride here." She winked to her partner and moved back to center of the ring. She did some last seconds arm streching and assumed fighting position right after hearing the bell ringing.

"You'd better watch out, because crushing smaller opponents is my favourite hobby." Diabolica wasn't saving with words and began circling in opposite direction than her opponent.

However, the fight didn't began exactly as big Mexican was planing. Not expecting quick attack soon after the match began, Aniek cought her offguard. After getting hit in collarbone and having arms wraped around her body, Diabolica moved her arms around opponent as well. Soon after she didn't feel the canvas anymore, following by getting slamed down. Being in another fight with big females, Diabolica just realized that this match won't be walk in a park.

Big Mexican rolled away and get back on her feet. Turning around and running toward the ropes, Diabolica bounced from them to get bit more speed. Running toward Aniek, she was planing to return her a hit with spear straight in her stomach.

"That's bad form. Afraid of capable prey?" She teased. Diabolica was a bit bigger than Aniek but the Dutch woman's hard build certainly didn't make her look weaker. With a powerful twist of her upper body, her opponent bouncing once against the mat before rolling away quickly. Nobody ever expected an opening throw to disable a skilled opponent but her quick reaction made Aniek focus. She didn't waste much time talking, closing in on Diabolica.

Unexpectedly, she turned tail and bounded towards the ropes faster than Aniek could have predicted. Like a blur of black hair and light skin she bounced towards her like a meteor. The impact smacked the breath out of her mouth and knocked her off her feet, sending her back first onto the mat. The shock smacked her arms outwards but the ground was one of her specialty's. Seeing as this was a body press match, Aniek knew she had to be able to control her opponent's motion.

While it was hard to get a grip on Diabolica in the flurry of motion, she would attempt to ensnare her leg between her own, squeezing her thighs around it and pulling it outwards, twisting her own body away. Her own thighs weren't as strong as her friend Radmilla's but they were thick and laden with hardness beneath the womanly plush. Thigh muscles flared and Aniek wilfully rubber her inner thigh on Diabolica's, her leg moving near her crotch and lightly bumping it.

"Do not let her legs lock around yours~! Squirm~!" Miroslava tried to shout advice from her corner of the ring, beginning to pace like a caged animal already because she wasn't the one currently mixing it up inside of the ring. Cat-calls follow her movements since it puts her curves on profile as she stalks back and forth with a frustrated expression on her face. "Get off the ground, it is her strength!"

The General's origins and training weren't quite known but former military was definitely one of the more popular theories being passed around the locker room but nothing had truly been...confirmed yet. Which was troubling since it was difficult to tell just what she was doing with the defined musculature that she displayed both with her lewd bikini and glisten of the oil on her skin.

Diabolica successfully land a spear and she even heard Aniek's gasp at the time of impact. Landing on top of opponent was followed by rolling away to stand up and slow down the pace of fight. But Aniek had different plan in her mind; keep on fighting without any breaks. And while Diabolica was feeling comfortable on ground, she'd prefer standing fight with brawling and throwing her opponents around the ring. Sure she has deadly legs for submission, but the opponent was faster this time.

She heard Kozlova in distance about ground being Aniek's strength and at same moment already felt the legs wraping around one of her owns. Although her leg was pushed outward it wasn't too horrible yet. Diabolica followed partners advice and began squirming down on the mat, eventually managed to turn herself on the stomach. Mexican looked at Kozlova and she looked a bit nervous in her corner.

Diabolica initially planed to go for rope break, but taging partner in was better option. Getting rope break would only split wrestlers apart and she would still be down on mat, while tagging partner in, Kozlov would have any advantage for being fresh and being on her feet. She saw an arm sticking deep in ring and got determined to reach it. Her leg was hurting a little, but she was still full of power. Using her strong arms and torso, Diabolica was crawling in ring toward Kozlova to reach that tag.

Diabolica's leg was like a giant beefy bar and she could feel the vibrations around both their thighs as her muscled inner portion rubed up and down mid-squeeze. It was quite pleasurable in a frictious, massage like way but Diabolica wasn't up for this rather European preference of her's. Rolling over with a surprising speed, the masked heavy managed to escape the leg lock and was already crawling towards an outstretched hand.

Her back was turned however. To Aniek, that was an easy opening.

Quickly rising to her feet, Aniek dropped down onto her back with an elbow aimed right between her shoulders. The impact would be audible to Kozlova due to the weight and strength. If the attack was successful in stunning her, Aniek would attempt to then get her arms under Diabolica's armpits and roll onto her back, wrapping her legs around her sides for a rear-positioned body scissors!

"Stay a little longer, I'd love to get a taste of that tummy~" She'd tease, giving her a lick on the earlobe before Diabolica would get another taste of Aniek's legs, this time crushing her sides.

Almost there - Diabolica was moving toward the corner where her partner was. Almost there; just a few feets and as Diabolica streched her arm as well it happened. Diabolica got hit on her back and loud smack filled the arena. This however just made her angry since usually she was the one throwing opponents around in the ring; not the other way around.

Aniek manage to find her way on Diabolica's back, however she spreaded all four limbs after to prevent them from rolling on their backs. Mexican was traped in body scissor now, but at least she managed to stay on her stomach. Getting earlobe licked arrused her a little, but didn't really got her distracted.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Diabolica let out loud roar in preparation to show everyone her power. She pushed both wrestlers up with her arms and got on knees as well in support. It was tough job, since Aniek wasn't small either, but Diabolica was determined and eventually got back on her feet. Standing up, she raised arms with opponent on her back and if Aniek was still holding her, she would simply droped herself down on the back.