Wet and Messy Softcore Title Match: Alyssa Blank (C) Vs. Mazzie Lashley

Match Type: Wet and Messy
Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Special Conditions: The ring has been lipped and filled with coconut milk. The winner will be declared the Friction Softcore Title Holder. If Alyssa loses, her Avalanche stipulations transfer to Mazzie. If Alyssa wins, then Mazzie becomes Kagami Celeste's servant while in the Friction Arena for a predetermined amount of time.

Mazzie inhaled deeply. Tonight was the biggest night of her professional fighting career. She wished that it was a Best Breast Challenge, but beating Alyssa Blank in anything fired her up. The "champ" was obnoxious and needed to be beat down. As Mazzie tugged on the bikini top that barely contained her massive breasts, she hoped she could put the bitch out with her trademarked smother.

As her music started to play, Mazzie appeared from the back stage area. The reaction was loud, but mixed. Mazzie had never truly been a fan favorite, but her style in the ring and being the innovator of the Best Breast match always gave the crowd something to cheer for. For tonight, she had a short, pleated black skirt over a blue bikini with white trim. She was ready to bare most if necessary and her huge tits bounced with ever step as she marched up the ramp.

As Mazzie approached the ring, she slipped up the steps and over the short lip which almost touched the bottom rope. Inside the ring was filled with milky liquid that smelled rather nice. Despite her animosity for Alyssa, the thought of rolling around in the sweet smelling coconut milk did make her thick nipples hard enough to poke through the thin material of the bikini top.

Mazzie then settled into her corner and raised her arms in the air, the crowd cheering as she shook her tits for them briefly. She then stretched and focused on the entrance where the champ and her charge would soon appear.

As her theme hit, the champion stepped out to a chorus of boos. There was something off about her, compared to her usual maniacal self. The bikini Alyssa had on was her usual blue and white striped one, but the way she composed herself was much different. There was this languid confidence to her, as if she had finally calmed down. In some ways, that was more threatening than her usual antics. She was neither berserker nor ravisher, not this time.

The Bomber was focused on victory, and she was going to do it the proper way. Yes, she wanted to make Mazzie regret challenging her.

As if to prove that, she came out without her title. Or rather, she wasn't the one holding it. No, what she held was a leash, one that looped around Kagami's neck. Her servant would be the one carrying the proof of Alyssa's status, as if her life depended on her keeping it safe. Considering the Bomber's predilections for violence, that sentiment wouldn't be too far off the mark.

Once she got to the ring, she let go of the leash and leapt up to the apron. The Bomber's bare feet made only a few light splashes as she stepped into the coconut milk, her movement only slightly impeded by the substance. She grinned slightly as she noted Mazzie's odd arousal, but didn't say anything. No, all she did was show off what she could do with her tongue before she stepped back into her corner and reached through the ropes to take her title back. Raising the Softcore Championship belt up high, she smiled mockingly all around, blatantly ignoring her enemy before she passed her treasure over to the ref girl.

Oh, it was on now.

Kagami was both dreading and looking forward to this match. On one hand she could receive freedom from her lunatic captor but on the other Mazzie could be subjected to the same torment as her. Kagami followed Alyssa down to the ring while being led along by the leash making sure to keep a firm grip on the belt. As the two of them reached the ring Kagami would look at Mazzie before passing the belt to Alyssa. Kagami would then just stand by the ring hoping that everything would turn out alright.

Mazzie scowled at the scene, incensed at Alyssa's use of her contract to tug Kagami around like a dog and make her hold onto the title. Her cheeks were beat red and she stared daggers into the champ. Her fists opened and closed as she watched Alyssa practically ignore her too. She only spared a passing glance before the referee finally took the belt and held it in the air to signal that it was indeed a championship match.

MAzzie could hardly wait for the bell and when it came, she took a running step, splashing through the coconut milk, making sure she didn't lose her footing and tried to crash tits first into the champ and Knock Alyssa down to the milk covered canvas.

Alyssa knew full well that Kagami wanted Mazzie to win. Therefore, to spite her servant, she would very thoroughly destroy the girl that the kawaii wanted to protect. That moment of distraction as she looked outside of the ring would cost her. Barely able to turn in time, the Bomber had the smile wiped off her face as Mazzie rushed in with a front-heavy tackle. The impact, though blocked, still managed to knock her off of her feet and spent her splashing into the canvas.

Unlike the last time, however, she would not seek to get on her feet as quickly as possible. Instead, she howled in frustration and flipped her enemy off, using the distraction to sneakily cup some of that coconut milk. Just because she was going to play things softcore didn't mean she couldn't be dirty at the same time.

Dropping the champ down with a tit tackle was satisfying as Alyssa dropped to the wet canvas. She grinned wildly but wasn't going to rest on her laurel. She reached out to try and get a handful of Alyssa's hair and pulled her into a standing headlock, hoping to smother Alyssa against her huge tit.

The moment she felt Mazzie's hand grabbing her hair, the Bomber sprung to life like she was a murderous puppet. Her hand came up, flinging a handful of coconut milk right at her enemy's face. Whether it succeeded in blinding the busty kawaii or not, Alyssa would try and circle around her in order to go for an abdominal stretch!

Mazzie instinctively turned her head when the milk was splashed at her. It crashed against her cheek but it was enough to halt Mazzie's plan and allow Alyssa to quickly slip around her. "Nnn!?" Mazzie grunted as she felt Alyssa press against her and try and put her in an abdominal stretch.

The Canadian struggled mightily, trying not to get locked in, even as her huge tits bounced and crashed together, delighting the audience.

"You like that, Mazzie?" Alyssa's mouth stretched into an obscene smile, but she didn't seem to descend into her usual madness. There was a focus in her eyes that bordered on obsessiveness, a new sort of slow insanity that lacked the mania and hysterics that plagued the Bomber. It really did seem out of proportion to the relatively minor provocation the kawaii had given her.

That said, it wasn't like she wasn't struggling, either. She could feel a great deal of resistance from her enemy, coupled with the swaying of those huge tits that were her most prominent feature. Of course, they were also a sizeable weakpoint. With her free hand, the Bomber slapped Mazzie's chest, trying to hit her hard enough to leave marks on the skin!

"Ahhhh!"

Mazzie screeched as her big jug was crushed under Alyssa's grip. It wasn't the first time her boob had been viciously crushed, so she was intimately familiar with the sensation, but it never felt good. However, it did serve to motive her. She stepped forward, splashing in the coconut molk and turned her body. She tried to shuffle towards the corner and when she was close, threw herself back to try and smash Alyssa into the turnbuckles.