Culinary Clash!! - Hooters VS. McNallys~

Stumbling forward a few steps after having her impromptu lariat connect with Duffy's battered and now much flatter chest, Cait leaned against the ropes and breathed out a sigh of relief after having successfully knocked the fellow Scot clean off her feet. Although she may have had to thank Bonnie's backseat wrestling for distracting Duffy and giving Cait a wide-open target, the Hoot still chalked this one up as a win for her busty cause.

"Wooooo!! Alright!!" Cait enthusiastically rallied the audience's support while pumping her fist, striding confidently with a sway in her hips towards the ornery Scot. Smiling brightly after having her jiggly "udders' emerge victorious over Duffy's more petite pair.

"Guess size does matter, huh?" Cait mischievously uttered whilst standing over Duffy, reaching down to coil her arms under her opponent's armpits and interlock her fingers behind her neck. The Hoot attempting to apply a pressured full nelson while hoisting Duffy back to her feet, her swelling double d's rubbing up against Duffy's back and rubbing in her victory as well.

Duffy was just rolling onto her hands and knees when she heard Cait speak and saw her legs. Duffy's lips curled into a snarl and she was about to push up when her arms were grabbed and she was pulled into a full nelson.

Duffy did her best to try and muscle her arms free as she spat epithets at her busty countrywoman. "Go take a runnin fuck at a rollin doughnut!" Duffy spat.

While Cait literally rubbed it in, Duffy grinned. Even though her arms were pinned, she was going to show Cait how things were. She bent her knees, pushed up off her feet and then dropped to her butt so her head jammed right into the underside of Cait's big tits with the force of her fall.

Cait maintained her pressure on the hold as she brought the fiery Scot back to her feet, disregarding the salty and nigh incomprehensible rhetoric from her fellow countrywoman. The Hoot understood Duffy's distinct dialect from frequent family visitors and vacations back to Scotland, but decided to keep that a secret for the time being since her primary concern was putting the screws to Duffy while she had the advantage.

Hauling her up in the muscled hold, Cait intended to whittle Duffy's resistance down before attempting anything else. But once Cait had the ornery Scot propped up on her feet, Duffy would drop down to her butt and bring the chipper Hoot down with her.

"Gah!!" Cait cried out in pain as her wobbly boobs were forcefully compressed against the back of Duffy's head, performing what would normally be a jawbreaker but to Cait's plump chest insead. The Hoot bouncing off Duffy to languish on her back with her arms folded over her aching chest, squinting in pain and tapping her foot on the ground.

Once Cait flopped off her, Duffy grinned from her sitting position. "Could nae 'ave done that ta me, eh, lassie." She said with a mischeivous smirk on her face. She rolled forward and crawled to her downed countrywoman. Duffy then reached out to grab one of Cait's arms and a handful of her silvery locks roughly.

She leaned in, almost pressing her lips into Cait's ear. "Let's keep them titties wigglin." She purred and then hopped up, looking to drag Cait with her and pull her into an Irish whip, aimed at their corner where Bonnie was standing.

Cradling her swelling chest while attempting to massage away the pain, Cait winced and gnarled her pearly whites from the nigh constant abuse her jugs were taking throughout the entirety of this match. Whatever animosity, or jealousy, Duffy had towards Caitlyn and her voluptuous chest, it was finally starting to take it's toll on the writhing Hoot.

"Nngh..." Cait shuttered from the sultry and foreboding words whispered into her ear by the ornery Scot, a faint blush forming on her cheeks before she unwillingly abided to the tugging of her hair bringing her to her sneakered feet. The irish whip sent Cait sprinting to the other turnbuckle with her jiggling orbs swaying with each step until she slammed back first into enemy territory.

Once she watched Cait run into the turnbuckle, Buffy grinned. The big titted Scot sure was enjoyable to watch, but Duffy wasn't about to rest on her laurels. She swing her hands up in the air and nodded to Bonnie.

Duffy then bent forward and ran at Cait with as much speed as she could build up and when she was close, leaped in the air, looking to crash chest first right into Cait's face! Maybe her tits weren't nearly as big, but she was going to show they could be just as deadly!

Bonnie leaned back as Cait was thrown into their corner. She looked over and immediately knew what Duffy was going to try next.

Bonnie snaked her arms under Cait's and lifted upward, exposing her chest to Duffy and the crowd. Ensuring she took Duffy's charge unprotected.

Cait would have only just settled down into the still reverberating turnbuckle when she would peer up to notice Duffy signal something with a raised hand gesture. Not quite catching on to the team members coordinating their next move until she abruptly felt Bonnie make her presence known by coiling her arms under her own and make the situation even more dire for the rattled Hoot.

"Hgh!!" Bonnie's application of her own full nelson left Cait squirming helplessly in the sparse few seconds before the sprinting Duffy would take to the air and splash squarely onto her defenseless form. Cait's sore, fleshy orbs would would take the brunt of the crash and compress against Duffy's lean abs.

Her pained moans were being muffled out by Duffy's modest tits shoved into her flustered face, the degrading position leaving Cait mumbling heavily into Duffy's less endowed but perky chest while an incensed Haruka was hopping in place back in the opposite corner and aching to get in on the match already and put the hurt on the double teaming bar maids.

Duffy loved the feeling of crushing Cait's face with her modest tits. Even better was the soft feeling of Cait's battered breasts bracing her her body and soaking up her momentum. As she slid down, her chest settling against Cait's like her small but proud tits wer standing triumphantly on top of Cait's huge pair, the Scot leaned in and grabbed Bonnie's blonde locks. She leaned forward and tugged, pulling her lover into a sloppy, audible kiss, making sure it was louder than usual because she knew their lips were right by Cait's ear.

She then quickly pulled away and slapped one of Bonnie's hands that was holding Cait in place. "Can nae 'ave all the fun, eh, lassie?" She said and winked at Cait before she slipped through the ropes. With one last bit of indignation, Duffy flipped her skirt up at the silver haired Scot s she bent over to go through the ropes, flashing just a bit of underwear to the appreciative crowd.

"Oooh!" Bonnie exclaimed as she watched Duffy fly in and mash her chest into Cait's face for a big splash! Watching the busty hostess slump as Duffy practically loomed over her battered foe.

Bonnie was about to cheer her girl on before she felt her blonde locks suddenly snagged by her lover. Her eyes would flutter as she leaned in and met Duffy half way to crash their lips together roughly, pouring her tounge into Duffy's mouth.

"M-Mm...Mwah~" Their tongues tangled and their lips smacked before the embrace was broken and Bonnie Gastin stepped into the ring, whistling at Duffy as she flashed the crowd.

"Yer feelin' good." Bonnie said to her before turning to Cait, trying to stuff the girl's head under her arm before she faced the center of the ring.

"No hard feelin's darlin'!" Bonnie declared before rushing to the center of the ring with Cait in arm before leaping up and trying to slam Cait face first into the mat for a bulldog!