Culinary Clash!! - Hooters VS. McNallys~

Continues from here...

Match Type: Tag Team Standard
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Now that introductions had been made and the atmosphere between the clashing eateries had been brought to a bubbling boil, the crowd was sufficiently amped up and hankering for the festivities to kick off already...and for buffalo wings and beer, considering how often both teams kept mentioning the delicious comfort food. While waiting for a referee to enter the ring to make things official, the Hoots would retreat to their corner while Cait rubbed the shoulder of her excitable partner to settle her back down.

"Geez...are, like, they even allowed to do that? Jus interrupt our promo and start tossin out challenges all willy-nilly?" Haru bitterly queried towards Cait while stepping through the ropes and taking her position aside the corner ring post.

"Hmm...I'm pretty sure that's just how things work around here. But hey, look on the bright side, it's only our first day and we already have actual rivals~...Just remember, as duly appointed representatives of Hooters, we have a reputation of customer satisfaction to uphold along with-..."

"...nngh, don't tell me you're gonna keep quoting Masumi every time we have a match..." Haru begrudgingly moaned out while slumping with her head held down.

"...I was just gonna say we should have fun out there~..." Cait sweetly said while scuffling up Haru's marine blue hair. After her cheerful pep talk, Cait would approach the middle of the ring with the impromptu referee signaling the ring bell. Rather than immediately lock up with the surly Scot itching for a tussle, Cait circled the ring in tandem with Duffy and clapped her hands enthusiastically above her head to rouse crowd support. A decent number of audience members would eventually clap along with the perky Hoot guiding them, a chipper smile on her face before finally turning her attention back towards Duffy. Locking eyes with her opponent as she rushed forward for an attempted collar and elbow tie up. The grey-haired Hoot's massive "udders" compressing against Duffy's less ample pair before Cait flexed her taut form and put her considerable strength towards hopefully driving Duffy backwards.

Duffy was ready for the match to start. She didn't even want to wait for anything official, but when the Hoots moved away, As they talked and the referee got into position, Duffy kept her eyes focused on Cait. Although she'd fight anyone, the two had engaged pretty quickly. Bonnie could have the other one, but Duffy wanted to punch Cait's tits right off.

When Cait did indeed step up, Duffy  grinned and bounced on her feet even more, her modest tits jiggling a bit in her tight shirt, but no where near the way Cait's seemed to with even the slightest provocation. Finally when the bell rang, Duffy rushed forward, her fists were up in a tight guard and she was eager to get to the fighting when Cait began to circle.

She didn't mind that, and although she was a brawler, she still fought enough to know that looking for a good opening was the best plan. However, when Caitstarted clapping, Duffy practically froze.

"The fuck?" She said, raising an eyebrow. "This ain't a fuckin picnic!" Duffy growled irritated by the clapping.

By the time Cait was finished and coming at Duffy, all the Scot could do was lock up and she was slowly driven backwards by Cait. The girl was a few inches taller, buut had a considerable weight advantage, even though Duffy was pretty sure where all that weight was. She could feel it mashing up her tits once more.

"Oi, cunt!" Duffy barke as she yanked one arm free, even while she felt her butt press against the ropes. She balled her fist and drove it as hard as she could into the udder that had gotten the better of her gals one too many times for Duffy's taste.

After riling up the audience with her little impromptu pep rally, Cait felt pumped up herself after hearing their positive feedback and their own rhythmic clapping. Losing the crowd was tantamount to losing the match itself, considering how the entire reason for this venture was to win over potential customers in the first place.

"Keep underestimating us, and this "picnic" is gonna turn into a walk in the park for us Hoots~..." Cait coyly retorted before engaging in the collar and elbow tie up, tensing her toned legs behind her as she bulled the smaller Scot backward until her back was against the ropes. She intended to use her size and strength advantage to keep the ornery Scot pinned back, at least until Duffy would wriggle an arm free and lay a hard right into the Hoot's abundant tits.

"Nngh!!" Cait flinched as her jiggling chest bounced wildly from Duffy's rippling strike, mesmerizing the males in the front row and aggravating the Hoot into retaliating swiftly. Namely by using her left forearm to press against Duffy's chin while her other hand would give her opponent a resounding open-palmed slap to her more petite boobs. After a distinct "wooing" sound from the crowd, Cait would backpedal one step to cup and massage her own chest, glaring annoyingly at Duffy after going tit for tit with her.

Duffy grinned as her fist smashed into the soft breast of the white haired Hoot. Punching a big, soft breast never got old. Duffy reeled back to go for another punch when she got the forearm to the face. Duffy grunted as she was pushed back and the resounding slap cracked across her petite chest and stumbled back.

Duffy narrowed her eyes and launched at Cait, aiming her fist right at the square center of Cait's other tit, looking to twist her fist right into the big, plump titty.

Bonnie dissapeared behind the ropes as Duffy and Cait went at it. Bonnie leaned over the ropes, her impressive bust hidden under the tight black shirt was shown off to the crowd as she hooted and hollered for Duffy.

"LET'S GO DUFFY!!!" She cried with a raised fist in the air after seeing the bigger Cait overpower Duffy, who was quick to retaliate with a shot to the tits!

"Atta girl!" She cried before seeing Cait bully Duffy again and strike her back with a loud clap echoing through the arena.

"Keep on 'er Duff!"

The echoing smack from Cait's blistering knife-edged chop rang out throughout the arena and sent Duffy backpedaling against the ropes Cait having no issue doling out the same punishment but with her own twist. The Hoot wasn't expecting for Duffy to rebound back so quickly though, leaving her wide-open for yet another walloping punch to her other wobbly boob.

"Agh!!" Cait groaned out loud and shielded her bruised tit while taking her own step back. Wincing through the stinging pain, Cait glared at her opponent and stepped right back up to bat to attempt yet another slicing knife-edge chop. This one had more sizzle than the last one considering Cait was feeding off her burgeoning annoyance towards the surly Scot for her fascination targeting her chest.

"Come on Cait!! Hers don't compare!! She's a B-cup at best anyway!!" Haru cheered on from her corner, clapping enthusiastically and making sure her partner heard her support and Duffy heard her size assessment.

"Ghhhh!"

Duffy lurched backwards and cupped her chest as the smack hit her hard across her modest buds. She hissed and her ear tickled at Cait's partner's attempt to belittle her vastly smaller chest. Duffy grinned even wider.

"Ye'r lassie's not thinkin too straight. Ye've got nae a ting tae be proud o in this fight." Duffy said. Duffy lunged at Cait once more, arcing her fist in a semicircle and aiming a big, closed fisted uppercut right at the underside of Cait's jugs, hoping that if she connected, she'd punch the girl's tit so hard it popped right out of her skimpy white t-shirt and Cait would get smacked with her own boob.

"A'll give ye two BIG reasons!! Duffy chortled as she swung.

With every echoing smack that came from the irate Scots' see-sawing battle for busty dominance, the riled up audience's fervent cheers would grow louder and more enthusiastic. The vast majority applauding both sides equally, clearly content just watching the odd spectacle of both girls wailing away on eachother's tits.

Cait was sporting her own satisfied smirk from having connected right back, feeling a fire in her chest that came from more than Duff's boob punches. Her heart was pumping with adrenaline that was urging her onward, but Duff's hooking uppercut connected cleanly with her jiggling boobs bopping her in her chin. Cait stumbled back and folded her arms across her chest to soothe her bruises, the blow coming out of her field of vision considering it was below her bust. Hissing in pain and massaging her curvy jugs with kneading motions, to the delight of the audience, Cait glared back at Duffy with daggers in her eyes.

"Something tells me you're the one with more pride than she knows what to do with..." Cait said before dashing forward and attempting a burly clothesline across Duff's petite bust, intent on putting an end to this exchange once and for all.

"Gah--Damn!" Bonnie cried as she watched Duffy's uppercut pound into Cait's tit and cause it to bop her in the chin! Bonnie didn't even think that could happen and it did.

It was pretty hot, as much as Bonnie was glad it wasn't her.

Seeing the Hoot glare at Duffy though before breaking into a charge, Bonnie leaned over the ropes and yelled to her partner. "DUFFY! DUCK!"

Duffy was elated as her fellow countrywoman was blasted with her own tit. It was something that could never happen to Duffy and she knew it and Cait knew it. There was something to be said for not having cow udders and she puffed out her small chest proudly while Cait spoke.

However, when Cait charged, Duffy's ear twitched as she heard Bonnie scream. She turned her head instead of ducking and the arm crushed her small chest and sent her down to the ground.

"Uggghhh...." She groaned and cradled her chest a bit. That one had been a little harder to ignore than the chops as she rolled to her hands and knees.