Culinary Clash!! - Hooters VS. McNallys~

Perhaps a tad too swept up in her newfound arousal, Cait only offered a perplexed gaze towards the ornery Scot before the sudden headbanging brought her out of her stupor in a less than delicate manner.

“GAH!!” The grey haired Hoot yelped sharply from having her head clocked, her curvy frame spasming from the thunderous impact before her limbs collapsed limply at her sides. Cait had obviously her lights turned out from the fierce brutality of the head bashing collision, though there was a heated sensuality to its aftermath. The nigh unconscious pair exchanging panting breaths between their faintly grazing lips and exchanging their sweaty, bodily warmth.

Muttering incoherently beneath the equally stunned Scot, Cait remained relatively motionless aside from her heaving chest with her swirling eyes and dizzied sensibilities shut off to the world around them. Therefore she was wholly unaware of the pin stripped official sliding into place to initiate a pin count...but her partner picked up on it though.

*...nngh...gonna feel like such a hypocrite for this, but...* Haru thought to herself before vaulting over the top ropes, landing on her feet and making a sprinting beeline towards the cuddling Scots in the slim chance of her breaking up the pin count in time. She pumped her shapely legs as fast as she could, but their positioning clear on the other side of the ring meant that she'd really have to hoof it in order to save their debut match!!

Haruka could already hear the distinctly gruff voice of their trainer, Masumi, in the back of her head. If they lost their debut match, their burly fitness trainer and employer would probably yell her lungs out from all her reprimanding scolding. Yelling in their ears about getting their asses in shape and being better representatives for the sacred positions as Hooters girls...all while clamping them both down in that legendarily inescapable headlock of hers.

"W-Wha-!!" Haru's eyes widened into saucers when she saw Bonnie making her own sprinting beeline straight towards her, the Hoot so distracted by her own thoughts that she had even less time to react to the Texan's interference. Her Nike sneakers skidded to a halt with her arms flailing wildly to her sides before the airborne Texan would introduce the Hoot to the fluffy confines of Bonnie's soft chest.

Collapsing with all the grace of wriggling fish, Haru jerked and squirmed beneath Bonnie once she found her flustered face buried within the Texan's sweaty jugs.  Twisting her head in squirming resistance only buried her flustered face deeper considering Bonnie's muscled grip was hugging her head from behind, much to the audience's amusement. It was absolutely nowhere near the effort needed to dismount Bonnie in time to lay one finger on the cuddling Scots off to her side...

"TWO!"

...of which, Cait was in no better condition to free herself, especially once Duffy shuffled forward to weigh her hands down on Cait's shoulders. The shifting movement compelling her to slowly tilt her head up with her eyes fluttering open before Duffy would lay one on her, pushing her head back down to the canvas in the process. The befuddling combination of aching head pains and luscious softness against her lips kept Cait more than subdued as the red-haired brawler started tenderly making out with the Hoot she just knocked senseless. One of the fleeting thoughts in the back of Cait's mind being how much Masumi was going to yell at them for losing...

"THREE!"

The bell had rung and the match was, for all intents and purposes, in the history books. But to examine the ring you would think otherwise considering one tag team was still pinning the other down to the canvas, with neither team earnestly attempting to change the increasingly heated situation.

"Mmmph~..." Bonnie was probably unaware of the amount of strength the Texan was putting into the smother, otherwise she would notice Haru's reddened face practically engulfed into her sweaty cleavage. Her panting breaths occasionally being obstructed by Bonnie's sumptuous tits for some moist suckling against her soft skin. The blue-haired spitfire losing her fire once Bonnie started bucking and grinding against her lean abs. But rather than be justifiably outraged from being dry humped into a submissive state, Haru mellowed out from the delirious arousal and even arched her own back to help Bonnie along. The Texan's whispered moans into her ear and jiggling jugs compressed against her face all igniting a very different fire in Haru...

"Mmmn~..." While Cait wasn't being physically being pinned to the mat, she felt just as incapable of dismounting Duffy, who was celebrating her victory by deliriously making out with the busty Hoot. The palpable tension between them finally finding an avenue to vent in a way that didn't involve torturing their breasts, which Cait appreciated now that she was more cognizant as to what was going on. Her hands gradually raised up to gently caress and knead Duffy's butt while she pressed their lush lips together in the tongue lapping smooch. Cait enjoying the tender care from the brutish Scot, recognizing the distinct taste of scotch and whiskey from the kiss...

...all while the ref remained dumbfounded on where to go from here. Scratching her head as she waited to raise someone's hand in victory...

Caitlyn initially tensed up when she felt Duffy's wandering hands maneuver under her white tank top, reflexively flinching from the abuse her breasts had been through that night. Luckily for her, Duffy's gentle touch was something she would have much rather appreciated. Massaging and kneading her voluptuous chest with more attentive care than she thought someone as gruff as Duffy was capable of...

"Hm?..." Cait glanced in her partner's direction when Duffy interrupted their kiss to request they continue this where millions of people wouldn't be watching, recording, and salivating at the sight. "Spose ye'r roight, bonnie lassie...Ye may've won this fecht, but ahm already fancin anotha go round~..." Cait softly whispered in her own distinct Scottish brogue. Cait's clenching arms would wrap around Duffy's waist and hug her tightly before rolling them both under the nearby bottom ropes. With one arm beneath Duffy's rear and the other across her back, Cait's march up the ramp would be with the ornery Scot held like a child in her arms...

"...*pant*..." Haru planted profusely against Bonnie's tits once the Texan eased up on the smother, her blushing face still coated with heated sweat from where she just spent the last few deliriously pleasant seconds. Bonnie's was admittedly too flustered to do much of anything else before Bonnie's own lush lips made contact with her own. Haru moaned blissfully into the smooch while both of her toned legs would encircle Bonnie's waist, hugging them tightly together in the sweltering embrace until Haru would tilt her head back just enough so she could look back up at Bonnie with a mischievous grin on her blushing face.

"Ditto, cowgirl~..." Haru remarked in reference to what Cait had just said earlier. Haru still wasn't adept at understanding the Scottish brogue, but she kinda got a hunch as to where this was all going.