Culinary Clash!! - Hooters VS. McNallys~

"Heh..." Duffy grunted and looked at Cait. She wasn't about to just let her countrywoman do anything but when her ankles were scooped up and she felt herself being dragged along, she began to reach for something to help her free herself while she squirmed.

When she finally left the mat, her eyes widened and then shut tightly. She grabbed her head and squirmed. She tried her hardest not to scream epithets from her normally foul mouth. She knew she would end up screaming to be let go and she knew she would be anyway. She was proven right when she finally was and crashed to the mat with a thud and rolled onto her belly, holding her head and trying to avoid looking up at the bright arena lights while her head was still spinning.

"Shiiiiiiiittteeeee."

Compensating for her own whirling sense of vertigo, Caitlyn would stumble backwards to prop herself up against the adjacent ropes. The Hoot was blinking furiously to hopefully help stop the room from spinning while the cheering crowd appreciated the dizzying spectacle of seeing the ornery Scot flung around the ring. Cait showed her appreciation for their support with a bright smile after parting her gray hair from her vision, but she kinda wished she attempted a maneuver that didn't leave her almost as dazed as Duffy.

Striding awkwardly towards Duffy after a few seconds of recouping, Cait would drop beside the Scot and roll her up into a double leg hook pin. Cait's arm would hook behind both of Duffy's knees and curl her up until her shapely backside was sticking into the air.

"Hmm...You're definitely much more cuter when you're all tuckered out like this~..." The Hoot whispered under her breath and directly into Duffy's ear with her lips faintly grazing her lobe. She was definitely enjoying having Duff adorably bundled up into a squirming ball like this as the ref would slide into action for the pin count.

"1!"

Duffy only groaned as Cait hooked both of her legs and rolled up. As her butt stuck up in the air, Duffy heard Cait's tesing and the soft lips against her Duffy's cheeks reddened, but continued to scowl despite the pleasant feeling of Cait's soft, hot breath and large, pillowy breast nestled against her neck.

"Pisss... OFF!"

"TWO!"

Duffy screamed as the two count hit. She threw her free hand forward and reached out to grab hold of Cait's huge tit and wrenched it as hard as she could. She then kicked upward with all of her might to try and break the pin before the three count hit all while trying to hold onto the titclaw.

Caitlyn faintly smiled from seeing the ornery Scot get flustered from the sensual teasing. It was a small degree of justified payback from Duffy's own teasing foreplay early on in the match from the Scot's heated makeout session with Bonnie right next to her. A sinful moment that still lingered in Cait's mind even while she was counting in her head along with the ref before Duffy sprang back to life and in the same moment roughly squeezed her fleshy orb!!

"Yaah!!" Cait yelped from the stinging pain in her tit, scrunching her face from the claw like kneading. By now Cait was no stranger to Duffy's boob-centric offensive and was actually kicking herself for not seeing this coming in the first place. But rather than repel backwards or attempt to declaw Duffy's hand from her tit, Cait would shuffle over to straddle her fellow Scot's abs and fiercely clench onto Duffy's own modest breasts. Grasping them tightly in her own muscled grip and straightening her arms rigidly in the tit-grab.

"...*Mngh*...guess this is round two, huh?" Cait teasingly said with a grimace, the Hoot seeing this as merely a continuation of their first tit fight early on in the match. Which Cait proudly won~...

"Ghhhhnh!"

Despite the kick out, Duffy still ended up being straddled by the bigger Scot. She hissed when her modest chest was grabbed and compressed against her body, but she only licked her lips and grabbed Cait's other boob. She dug her fingers into that and grinned, looking up at Cait.

"Nae... lassie." Duffy cooed through clenched teeth. "But ye'r nae gon nae win this kind o row! A've got nary a ting ta grab ont' and ye've got plenty!" She said and sharply twisted her hands and Caits tits and began to smack them together painfully.

Caityn squinted in pain from Duffy tightening her grip on both of her swaying orbs and smacked them together, begrudgingly reminded of the earlier abuse they had taken thanks to her fellow Scot's fixation with them. The tit war of attrition causing an uprising cheer from the audience with Cait clenching down on Duffy's modest chest.

"Hnngh!!" Cait seethed from the reignited stinging sensation, leaning heavily into her own tit grab and kneading Duffy's perky orbs between her own fingers. She closed her eyes with a sultry and pained moan escaping her lips, the Hoot briefly distracted by the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her tits...

Bonnie was leaning over the top rope after taking a moment to recover from the crotch shot she took. When she finally took the time to see what all the moans and screaming were about, her eyes widened sharply.

"S-Stars in heaven!" She cried as she watched the tit war between the perky Duffy and super busty Cait. Her cheeks flushing violently, but she winced as well as the tit torture made her want to protect her own healthy bust from such a 'beating'.

"C-Clap that tits red, Duff!" Bonnie exclaimed, swallowing hard as she heard Cait's pained, sultry moan, getting rather hot and bothered by the sight.

With her seemingly winning the renewed tit war, Duffy could hear the crowd and her lover's encouragement. Looking to capitalize, after clapping Cait's huge tits together one more tuime, Duffy grunted and kicked, trying to muscle her way into reversing the position and putting Cait on her back with Duffy straddling her all while still holding onto a gloriously overfilled handful of the huge, Scottish titties.

"Hnnnnn...." Duffy grunted. "Ain't supposed ta be likin it, lassie." Duffy teased, her lips briefly forming into a wry grin between grunts of pain while she struggled.

"...mmmh..." Biting her bottom lip to suppress the pained and lustful moans, Cait found herself easily toppled over with Duffy now straddling her waist in the more dominant positioning. To Cait's own pleasant surprise, the aggressive nature of Duffy's tit-based offensive was having a decidedly more sensual effect to go along with the stinging pains.

A sensation that was sending chills up her spine, the grey haired Hoot subtly shifting her focus from massaging Duffy's modest bust in her clenched grip. Her eyes were narrowed into slits with a faint trail of drool seeping out of the corner of her panting mouth. All while she arched her back to allow more of her plump tits to be kneaded between Duffy's fingers, which was becoming dangerously close to being jiggled free from her Hooters tank top...

"...whoa...didn't know that's what she meant by us having fun out there..." Haru remarked in regards to what Cait had said at the beginning of the match, the Hoot mesmerized at the spectacle after having duly recovered from her own time in the ring. Her reddening cheeks and widened eyes were a clear sign that she was taking a more vested interest in this match, tightening her grip on the top rope and rubbing her foot on the back of her other calf muscle...

"Heh..."

Duffy couldn't deny that there was some feelings beginning to stir in her loins. Especially considering that her fellow Scot seemed to actually be getting off on it. Of course, Duffy could feel the stiff nubs of Cait's nipples against her palms as she squeezed and could even feel a bit of the actual tit flesh as the shirt rode up, but she wasn't THAT horny.

"Sorry, Lassie... much as I like a good fuck." She purred. "I like a good donnybrook just a lil bit more but this row's over an done wit."

Duffy used the grip on Cait's tits to push herself up and then slammed her head down against Cait's forehead brutally. Her own eyes flashed white as pain seared in her head, but even though it hurt, she was certain that Cait had gotten the worst of it. Duffy's head dfrooped and the grip on Cait's tits loosened. A hot breath escaped her lips and as she compressed against Cait, their lips touched.

"Nnnnn...." Duffy groaned, trying to blink away the pain, barely aware of her senses but still knowing she was tin a fight she had to win.