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

Like a human clamp Aniek forced the mexican's shoulders upwards and flexed her thighs, squeezing harder and harder. Radmilla looked on approvingly but her eyes turned to surprise when with a roar of determination the bigger of the two opponent's was up on her feet. Aniek wasn't any less amazed but amazement turned to shock and pain when she smashed Aniek right underneath her. The raw impact stunned the Nightly Beast, freeing Diabolica of a painful submission.

"Good trade-off..." Aniek hoarsely whispered, sucking in a breath and pushing away at Diabolica. It seemed they were in the same position now, both wanting to tag out. She would attempt to roll back like a log, kicking out with her leg rather than reaching out with her hand. Radmilla would attempt to answer by stretching out her long, powerful leg to tag in. She was more than interested in that Mexican now. She had not just the appearance of power but the actual strength to back it up too.

When Diabolica first went for the tag, Kozlova had been waiting almost eagerly with a gloved hand stretched outwards as far as it could reach. And just when it seemed like her finger-tips would graze the Mexican wrestler's own, Aniek came crashing down atop her partner and denied the tag that would have brought her into the match. The quaking of the ring interested her more than anything else...would it hold...? Definitely an interesting question that she fully planned on testing!

"Reach! They have almost reached each other!" she hissed out between clenched teeth as she reached as far as her admittedly long arm would allow her to reach. These two opponents definitely seemed to work well with one another and likely knew one another, but if her and the luchadore tagged often well then...a combination of a constantly fresh partner and aggression should be enough to keep them in the match!

Diabolica showed to other wrestlers and everyone around in arena her capabilities and that noone should take her lightly. After crashing down on back, her back was suddenly free and when looking back she could see Aniek going for tag as well. This would be perfect opportunity to keep adding preasure on opponent, but it was wiser to play safe. Diabolica wasn't fresh either and over-extending could quickly backfire.

Diabolica rolled around and got on all fours to crawl toward their corner. And although both wrestlers were moving in seperate way, she remained carefull and looking behind so nothing will catch her by surprise this time. Aniek's legs definitely left some consequences and small break to regain the power will be more than welcomed.

She eventually reached the corner and tag her partner in. "Go, show them how it's done!" She shout and smile when fresh blood got into a ring. Diabolica rolled under bottom ring and stumble back on her feet. Leaning on top turnbuckle to rest a bit, she looked how her parner will perform.

Kozlova took her time climbing over the top rope, already realizing that it was far too late to keep Radmilla from being able to tag in as well. The tall Russian woman moved with slow deliberation across the ring until she got to the halfway point and paused for a moment to raise her arms up into the air as if to ward off some blow.

"I hope that you are as playful as your partner was, I would hate to have the boring one," the General leers at her opposition. "Especially considering tour fine physical form!"

"And the same to you, comrade." In a sudden motion, the Czech woman whipped around for a reverse kick, sending the foremost part of her leg towards the left side of Kozlova's leg! While she was mainly known as a submission wrestler, she had to get her opponents on the mat or off balance first. And with her powerful build, she had the strength to send smaller wrestlers right off their feet. Kozlova wasn't too far from her height and no doubt she'd be harder to heft but she was hoping this would at least send her towards the ropes.

"Hah~!" Kozlova begins to laugh before Radmilla swept out one leg and tried to take her legs out from underneath of her. Maybe if Radmilla had aimed higher she could have caught the leg and twisted the Czech woman's limb about for an early advantage between the two of them, but it would take too long to duck low enough for such a thing. It was peculiar finding herself matched up against someone who actually had a height advantage on her and it would be a lie to claim that it didn't throw her off her game. So for lack of a better turn and in an attempt to put some doubt into Radmilla's mind, the big Russian woman hopped up into the air above the sweeping leg, the very same way that she would normally enter the ring if she was in her proper uniform~!

The General barely got over the leg and landed less than gracefully, not unusual considering that she had never had to utilize her vertical jump in an actual fight, but it didn't stop her from trying to take the offense back from the other team~! She darted forward from the moment her feet hit the ring, making it quake as tried to get in under Radmilla's impressive bust and wrap her arms around the Czech woman's waist to press herself tight against her opponent. The crowd would only get a few moments to enjoy the sight of Miroslova's and Radmilla's muscled forms and impressive busts grinding against one another before the General would let out a roar and heave upwards in an attempt to deliver a monstrous belly-to-belly suplex that would rock the ring if it came to pass~!

Radmilla's heart jumped mirror Kozlova's leap. With her increased weight and momentum she couldn't bring the leg around fast enough and in a the blink of a moment, the busty Russian's breasts smushed into her's. The thud of her feet landing barely registered as much as the sudden bump of toned, slightly soft muscle grounding on her's and those ridiculous breasts forcefully blobbing between and around her breasts. Off guard, Radmilla tried to grab her but she had that covered.

In a move that would no doubt go down as one of her defining moments, Kozlova sent the Czech titan flying. Radmilla felt a tinge of vertigo and the crowd turned into a messy blur. Her limbs were splayed out and she was moving too fast to prepare for her landing. Unsurprisingly, it was quite rough with a ring-shaking thud that made the left corner tremble. Radmilla rolled from the impact, hand barely catching a rope before she began pulling herself herself up.

She had landed on the side of her belly and it stung. It didn't kill with its pain, but it was a blow to her pride. To have been tossed by this shorter, softer woman who probably got by with that arrogantly big bust.

Radmilla had to admit it, she was good.

"A lucky toss, a skilled dodge." She said, her eyes narrowed. Assuming Kozlova hadn't gone for a follow-up, she would push back against the ropes and send herself barrelling forwards, her left arm stretched back as if preparing for a mighty uppercut or clothesliner. However before she reached her opponent she would veer past her diagonally, bounce back, and attempt to go for a lower clothesline aimed at smacking her on the butt and knocking her off her feet and onto the mat.

Despite how advantageous it would have been to pursue Radmilla across the ring to press her offense, the Czech titan would find herself with plenty of time to recover as Kozlova took her time in picking herself back off of the mat and prowling towards the other woman.

Take it slow, pace yourself. She thought to herself, recognizing the fact that at least in this match she was the shortest combatant and her style could quickly wear her out if she wasn't careful about things. While she definitely had it in her to throw Radmilla across the ring a few more times, it would leave her worn out and vulnerable...an unacceptable state of affairs that could lead to her defeat. Every chance she had to let her opponents do all the work, she would take~!

So when Radmilla barreled towards her looking to rear back for a clothesline or uppercut, the General's eyes narrowed as she set herself to return the same before noticing the change of footing at the last minute. A feint...?

When Radmilla bounced off the ropes and came crashing back towards her, Kozlova pivoted with her own arm outstretched for a massive counter-clothesline to her larger opponent. It didn't stop Radmilla from ramming her across her hips and knock her off her feet, but it might do the same to her big foe!

"Ow~!" Miroslava grunted out as she feel back onto her arse and took a moment to collect herself before rolling over closer towards her own corner. Had she taken too long to move or was Radmilla already in pursuit...? She didn't want to tag in her partner just yet, but the security of their corner was very very appealing at the moment.

Radmilla's momentum made her unstoppable and she was determined to get it right the second time. She could barely put up an arm to protect herself against her enemy's clothesline but when she connected the raw force broke the attack, smacking the arm against her collarbone. This would've stunned a lesser woman but she tanked the blow, growling as she turned around a second later to see the Russian rolling away. It reminded her of how Aniek would recover from heavy blows, quickly moving away from her opponent but as Aniek's most common partner, she knew she could punish it.

She stomped over to Kozlova's still grounded form and saw that it was getting close to the hefty Mexican. For her long legs however, it wouldn't be close enough. Stretching out her foot in the path of her roll, the powerful Czech would swing her foot back and force her to roll towards her using her heel. She would then fall forwards with her free knee and bomb down onto Kozlova's leg, sending piercing pain into her thigh.

This position though was vulnerable so she would follow up by grabbing a leg and wrapping her own around it. Her thighs would clamp around the meatiest portion of Kozlova's and she flexed her inner thigh hard, rubbing and smushing it lewdly into Kozlova's. However, this move wasn't meant to be purely erotic. Twisting her ankle outwards, she would put the Russian into a nasty heel hook.

"You will not be the first Russian I crush... or the first I have enjoyed~" she teased, slowly rubbing her inner thigh up and down the white haired woman's and savouring the friction between tem.

"Come on General, don't give up!" Diabolica shouted from up close. She wasn't worried too much untill Radmila cought her partner in heel hook with legs wraped around one of Kozlova's own's to secure position. Mexican start nervously walking around the corner when Radmila start applying more preasure.

Luckily both wrestlers were closer to herself instead of Aniek. Diabolica would crouch and lean forward, sticking her arm into a ring for a tag.