Best Breast Challenge! Mazzie Lashley Vs. Sally Brown

Best Breast Challenge! Match

Fighters must use their breast the majority of the fight. Titfight, sensual or otherwise are encouraged. All attacks not including the breast must be directed AT the breasts or involve the breasts in some manner. Attacks made specifically with the breasts may be directed towards any part of the body.

Winning Condition: When a wrestler makes her opponent submit, declaring that her breasts are superior by the submitting wrestler.

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Mazzie was feeling pretty good as she oiled down her perfect breasts backstage. Someone else had been foolish enough to challenge Mazzie's reign of bests tits in the AFW. She was going to hold onto that crown for as long as possible. When [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyrepJ1IoIg:wjut1s1m]her music[/url:wjut1s1m] began to play, Mazzie gave her bare chest one last rub and puffed it out. She pushed her way through the back stage area and put her hand to her glasses as she gave a wry look to the audience. Mazzie was almost exclusively known for her best Breast Challenge and because they were more like a rare treat, the audience always cheered when they were able to behold them. But the feisty Canadian also had a reputation for being snotty and petulant, as well as mean spirited. In that regard, she earned no sympathy from the crowd. They were torn between their love of the cause she championed and the dislike of how she approached it and resigned themselves to cheer enthusiastically at the match they were about to behold.

Mazzie, of course, used the cheering to inflate her ego tot he size of her robust chest as she sauntered haughtily down the ramp and slid into the ring. She had only heard that her opponent was a newcomer to the AFW and that interested her enough. Maybe she was like Kyoko? Who thought that bigger was somehow better and wanted to topple Mazzie off her lofty throne. Either way as she trotted around the ring, letting her shapely tits wobble for the audience, she was going to destroy whoever stepped through the curtain and defied her and her unmatched chest.

Sally stepped into the walkway to the arena, trying to fight down the prematch jitters. When she had been offered a chance to try out this best breast battle thing, she had accepted nearly instantly - it sounded interesting and kinda fun! After doing a bit of research, though, she had heard a few sundry tales of best breasts battles in the AFW - it sounded like the Titfighting circuit was one of the most competitive and vicious fighting stipulations in the entire league!

Brown's own breasts were slickly oiled as she strolled down the walkway, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHSVHbxBEHUh:3j8lm3gr]her song playing[/url:3j8lm3gr], wondering for a moment what her opponent would be like. The administration had been a bit tight-lipped about her, and Sally hadn't pressed for any further information. Fervently wishing she had done a little more information gathering before getting into this match, she ducked under the ropes, standing up tall to get a good look at her opponent!

The first thing she saw was breasts. Huge breasts. More mountain than anything else, in Sally's eyes! The second thing she noticed was how, well, short her opponent was. It looked like Sally had a good foot on the girl! She was also kind of cute - standing there confidently under the lights, with her soft features and long blonde hair, she didn't look very vicious or mean-spirited at all. "Holy sweet mother of God... those are... they ain't... you were born with those breasts!?"

Mazzie crossed her arms under her massive chest and waited for her opponent, the next victim, to come down the ramp. When she saw the girl stride boldly down the ramp with he exposed chest, Mazzie's mind began to whir. The girl was huge, almost double Mazzie's size. She wasn't sure if she had faced anyone that big before, but in this competition, there was only one place where size mattered.

When Sally came yup and jovially smiled at her, Mazzie cocked an eyebrow. The woman's shock and surprise made her grin. She was, of course, born with her freakishly huge chest. It made her feel emboldened and empowered and yet, the feisty Canadian was also deeply insulted by the words.

Her grin turned into a scowl as she glared at Sandy and then-

"Are you REALLY my opponent?" She said as her gaze drifted down towards Sally's chest. Her lip twitched and then she burst out laughing. "Ahahahaha!" She said as she leaned over. Her face turned red and suddenly she started to wipe away her tears after removing her glasses.

After putting her glasses back on, she looked at Sally. "No, seriously. Where's my opponent?" She said. "Flat-chested Girls Anonymous is down the road, old lady." Mazzie said and pointed off in a random direction.

"I, uh..." Sally frowned as Mazzie began to laugh at her, covering her chest self-consciously. "Y'know, this is a healthy bust size..." The taller girl would mumble, offput by Mazzie's mocking down and laughter. So far, the girl seemed a bit unpleasant... "Look, uh, hope we have a good match and anything." She'd say quickly, not sure how to respond to the Canadian's words.

Taking a step back, Sally would begin to form a plan. She knew some basic knowledge about how this kind of thing was supposed to work - she supposed she could use her height to her advantage in this bout. Mazzie seemed skilled, though, even if her head barely came above Sally's bust. She wouldn't have been worried about this girl at all in a normal match, but in an all-breasts battle, she was intimidating to say the least!

"Just gotta stay focused, be a good opponent, don't get psyched out..." Brown would murmur to herself, waiting for the round to begin.

Mazzie puffed out her chest as she watched Sally cover her own. 'That's right...' Mazzie thought. 'Cover your shame.' She grinned as Sally backed away sheepishly. Sally was already scared of Mazzie, it seemed. As she should be.

Mazzie stepped forward as Sally stepped back. "Look at you, cow." She said with ya sneer. "You're tall but those fried eggs you call tits sag all the way down to the floor!" Mazzie furrowed her brow. "I don't think I even want to have my perfect chest touching you at all." She wrinkled her nose. "I don't want any of that to rub off!"

Still, Mazzie knew what she was doing as she closed the distance and tried to push the weight of her breasts against Sally's and make her stumble backwards with a forceful tit shove.

"Y'know, Miss Mazzie, cows are the ones with the udders." Sally snapped back, the Canadian girl starting to get to her. "And, well, if anyone here as udders..." The fried egg comment she could just ignore - the sagging to the floor comment had been way over the top, and Sally was proud of her bust! She decided that smacktalk like that must simply be an integral part of this kind of matchup... she probably shouldn't take it personally!

"Y'all are welcome to forfeit!" The grizzly girl will reply to Mazzie's comment about not wanting to touch breasts, trying to put on a cheerful smile. She was caught off guard by the titshove, however - Brown stumbled backwards, surprised by the weight and force behind Mazzie's chest!

"That's what you'll do if you're smart, you flat chested buffalo!" Mazzie called out as she watched Sandy stumble. She grinned and pushed forward once more, bending her knees and twisting her body so that she could launch herself and swing her massive wrecking ball sized tits at Sandy once more and slam them into the cheerful, and seemingly naive, Sally.

Sally let out a loud 'oof' as Mazzie weaponized her bust once again, sending her soccer-ball sized bosoms colliding into the American! The grizzly girl stumbled backwards, nearly falling over herself as she landed on her rear, back against the ropes. Lucky for her, the shorter Mazzie hadn't gotten a good shot on her breasts - the Canadian's chest had mostly slammed into her belly, only shaking the bottom of the grizzly girl's chest. It still hurt, though... not to mention how embarrassing it was!

Sally would climb to her feet, using the ropes as leverage. "Criminy... breasts should not be that dense." She'd mutter, before shaking her head and focusing on the match. She figured that Mazzie was an intensely aggressive opponent - expecting another frontal assault, Sally would wait for the Canadian to charge her chest-first... then try and grab the undersides of her opponent's massive mammaries, pulling them up and hopefully smashing them into Miss Lashley's face!

Mazzie crossed her arms under her chest as she sent Sally tot he ground with her breast slam. She had a bright smirk on her face and then started to laugh. "Ahahaha!" She said and pointed a Sally got up. "Cows aren't supposed to be able to get up when they fall over!" She then frowned. "Oh wait, you're not a cow, the actually have TITS! Ahahaha! You sure are fat like one though!"

Sally was right about Mazzie though. The tiny Canadian had so much confidence that she was almost feeling sorry for Sally. She lowered herself and dashed towards Sally just to bounce her huge chest into Sally's once more when suddenly she felt her undercarriage grabbed and flipped. With her momentum, she smacked into Sally's breasts, now that they were lifted they were the perfect height, but also ran face first into her own boobs.

The buoyancy of the double breasts sent Mazzie flying backwards onto her own butt. Now it was the audience's turn to laugh at her, seeing the opening moments of this titanic tit clash more like a vaudevillian act that a match.

Mazzie's face went beet red and she pounded the mat as she glared at Sally. "I'm going to rip those fried eggs you're calling tits off, you whore." She growled as she slowly began to stand up.

"Sheesh..." Sally said, blinking at her opponent. "Y'all are violent, ain'tcha? And it seems to me ya got a mean streak a mile long!" The American Grappler strode along the side of the ring, keeping a careful eye on Mazzie. "Why's it so important to ya that ya have the best breasts, anyway? It's not like havin' a more durable bosom makes ya a better person..."

Stopping near the center of one of the sides of the ring, Sally put her hands on her hips and blew some hair out from her eyes. "And seriously, y'all are callin' me a whore? Look around ya, sugar - we're fighting topless in an all-female wrestlin' ring with hentai matches, for the Lord's sake. I think ya lost the right to call anyone a whore when ya joined this federation!"

Brown would tentatively take a step towards the Canadian, but she was on guard - Mazzie seemed kinda crazy, and she was pretty certain she shouldn't let her guard her down around someone like her!