Best Breast Challenge! Mazzie Lashley Vs. Sally Brown

Mazzie's eyes widened as Sally called out to her. She turned around and looked at Sally who casually leaned against the turnbuckle. The Canadian's eyes narrowed and she smiled cruelly at the bigger woman. "Good thing for you, looks like you're out of breath already, fatty." She said and stood up, puffing out her chest.

Maybe she could goad Sally into slipping up again. Either way, she darted back towards the bigger girl and threw herself tit first, hoping to splash Sally's breasts with her own and slam the big brunette into the turnbuckle as well.

Sally snorted, rolling her eyes at Mazzie. "Didn't know they let children into this wrestling ring! Save those insults for the playground!" She'd already gotten a taste of Mazzie's trash talk, and she was going need something a little more inflammatory than that before she was tricked into doing something stupid! She saw the Canadian running at her, but this time, Brown didn't panic. Instead, she put her hands on the ropes and hoisted herself up onto the turnbuckle at the last moment, hoping to let Mazzie slam herself into the turnbuckle! She'd try and wrap her powerful thighs around as her she did so, to pull her in make the smack even more intense!

Mazzie ran at sally with a grin on her face, lowering her body as she charged, her huge tits bobbing to and fro as she ran. She hadn't totally expected Sally to just fall into a rage after being called fat. The girl was probably so used to it she had become numb to it. She had a plan either way and she was going to execute it. As Sally pushed up onto the ropes, Mazzie grinned, she crouched low like she was going to duck under Sally but at the last second, pushed her body upward, looking to diving headbutt one of Sally's tits and force the bigger American to smash herself with another tit uppercut to the face!

She couldn't stop Sally's legs from tangling around her but with what she was going for, she wasn't even sure where she'd end up after the dust settled.

Sally grinned; Mazzie was going to fall right into her trap, but then she switched it up with a quicker dive than Brown had anticipated! She felt the canadian smash into her breast, knocking the heavy bosom up into her face, smacking her--that hurt, dammit! She snarled, the pain flowing through her body... but her thoughts crystallized in a sea of rage that easygoing wrestler wasn't used to feeling. Glaring down at Mazzie, she crushed the girl with her powerful thighs, reaching down to grab her hair and viciously yank it!

Mazzie had been tangled up in Sally's legs even after the devastating headbutt. "ugh!" She could feel the life being squeezed out of her and then her hair was being grabbed and Mazzie screeched in pain.

"Ahhhhaaaa!"

It was a lot more pain than she was used to in these kinds of fights as tears rolled down her face. "Y-You cheating bitch!" Mazzie screamed. She reached up to try and dig her claws into Sally's big tits at the base of the nipple and painfully dig at them.

'You're supposed to attack the breasts! Like THIS!"

"Screw you, ya screachin' harpy!" Sally snapped back, biting down a yelp of pain as Mazzie clawed at her breasts. She abruptly released the girl from her legs, pulling them back to kick her, donkey style, in the fun bags, wanting nothing more than to launch the lighter wrestler to the mat! She struggled down from the pole, grabbing her breast and wincing, then turned and glared at the ref. Had she screwed up? Had she just disqualified herself from the match?

Mazzie was launched off of Sally and landed with a thud, rolling to her hands and knees and panting as she stared at the American. She looked to the referee as well. Of course Mazzie didn't want to win with a DQ, but what could she do if Sally was just that stupid?

Fortunately, the referee just gave Sally a warning and told her she could only attack things other than the breasts if it was to escape an attack ot as part of an attack that also attacked the breasts.

Mazzie stood up when the ref called them to fight and she smiled smugly at Sally. "Are you ready to admit it yet? My breasts are far superior to those ugly fried eggs hanging off your chest. We BOTH know you can't win a REAL tit battle. The only way you could win is to sit on me with your fat ass!"

Mazzie waved Sally forward. "C'mon. if you have any self respect of pride in those tits, you'll fight me tit to ti and lose with at least SOME dignity." Mazzie said and stuck out her chest, waiting for Sally to meet her in the center of the ring.

Sally crossed her arms. She did not look impressed. "You already said my tits looked like fried eggs." She said, her tone flat. She walked out into the center of the ring, but stopped short of Mazzie, arms still folded, now really sizing up her opponent. Brown towered over Mazzie; there wasn't a hint of the jovial good naturedness that had adorned her face when she had entered. Instead, a cold, serious frown lived on her lips, the woman taking a few seconds to just ponder Mazzie's appearance.

Then, she shook her head. "I ain't been doing this long, but there's more to it than just screaming at the top of yer lungs and smashing your boobs together. Only an idiot fight a battle the worst way they could because their opponent says they're better at it than them. So..." Sally half-crouched low, scowling, and charged Mazzie, shoulder down, aimed at her breasts, trying to knock the girl over!

Mazzie raised her eyebrow at Sally as she strode forward and then stopped. She didn't like what Sally was saying but she hoped that she could be as stupid as she had been all match. Unforcunately, it wasn't the case as Mazzie was shoulder tackled hard intot he ground.

"Ugggh!"

Mazzie hit the ground and skidded, Sally's plump form crushing her and now Sally was on top of her, their bodies mingling a bit and the crowd enjoying the close contact of the two bitter rivals.

"Gh-Get off me you manatee!" Mazzie hissed as she tried to bury her fingers in Sally's locks and tug her head painfully into her bosom.

Mazzie didn't have a response for Mazzie this time. She was all business. She glared down at the girl pinned beneath her plump, curvaceous form, ready to take her down--before Mazzie grabbed her hair and pulled her face first into Mazzie's cleavage! Sally's face grew stormy beneath between Mazzie's boobs--this little drama queen was really getting under her skin! She grabbed Lashley's breasts with her hands, ignoring the Canadian's hair, and very roughly squeezed them, digging her fingers into the fat, fleshy orbs! "Hrrmmfff!"