Apple and Victoria stepped onto the mat in their respective corners as the husbands fitted them with their matching armbands. Victoria was less than pleased with getting the blue, but it was really Apple's lauding the red as, 'the winning colour', which was getting to her. She shrugged it off as John went over the rules once again, rolling her eyes as he droned on. Finally, he finished and Flasher stepped forward to finish the dialogue, "All right then ladies, you've already heard it from John, but now you're going to hear it from me. I want to see a down and dirty fight, but no hair pulling, scratching, or biting, you can save that for afterwards. Apple; ready? Victoria; ready? Fight!"
As Apple gets into a fighting stance Victoria chuckles haughtily as straightening up lazily, "So hun, do we have to bow and get into a fighting stance, or are you alright with anything goes?" Apple gives a laugh of her own, "You heard the man, anything goes is fine by me... hun." Victoria gives a growl, "Perfect." And with that she charges forward, going for a straightforward tackle that she expects Apple not to expect...
John's impressed. Not with Victoria's charge, but rather in the way that Apple nimbly sidesteps the assault and redirect's Victoria's momentum to send her crashing into the floor. He nods sagely as Apple continues the offensive, grabbing Victoria's arm and trapping her in an arm bar. Victoria isn't one to lie around to collect her wits; she's a non-stop onslaught so long as she's not gloating.
However, Apple isn't able to lock the arm bar in before Victoria powers out of the hold with sheer strength, flipping Apple over in the process. Giving the smaller girl a smile of triumph, Victoria lines her bust up with Apple's for some tit-to-tit action, but Apple thrashes in desperation and dislodges Victoria. Slipping out from under her, she gave Victoria's ass a smack before backing away to safety.
Victoria was unfazed by Apple's agility, she had been bragging on about it after all. Rising up, she gave a tired sigh. Then lowering her head and spreading her arms, she charged. It wasn't fast, but it did have a terrible momentum, like the slide of a glacier; a steady, slow, and most importantly of all, unstoppable force. But even more disconcerting was that Apple looked in no way frightened at the impending prospect of being left as a smear on the floor, in fact she was smiling.
Apple spun gracefully, wheeling Victoria in a stumbling, ungraceful arc, before sending her crashing to the ground. Again. As Victoria groaned, more in humiliation than pain, Apple daintily stepped forward wary of any ploys, but Victoria looked content to lie there for the moment. Taking care as she tiptoed up, Apple leaned over her fallen foe, and with a precise little tug, pulled the knot in Victoria's top loose.
Grumbling to herself at ending up plastered face first into the floor again, Victoria saw Apple's foot out of the corner of her eye and gave a lazy swipe at the girl's leg, which was nimbly side stepped. Pushing herself upright to continue the offensive, Vicky's breasts, now freed from the tyrannical oppression of her top, surged outwards in a bid for freedom. As her full breasts broke free of her top, heartily bouncing forward, Victoria looked down in interest. Then without batting an eye, she reached behind her and whipped the remainder of the top free in one fluid motion.
It's then Apple who's caught off guard as she charges forward in an effort to beat Victoria at her own game. She'd honestly been expecting her to fumble with her top, trying to put it back on or something like that. Instead, Victoria draws herself up, oiled breasts gleaming, and Apple rams into them like a pair of well-developed airbags. Apple strives to shove Victoria over onto her back, but Victoria barely budges, all the while smiling down on Apple, with the same amusement a shark gives a guppy. "Your turn to get grounded hun..." Victoria's arms wrap around Apple like two pythons, and swivelling her body, powers Apple face down into the matt.
Flasher winces as he watches his wife slammed face first into the matt, but says nothing. Victoria rises off Apple, still smiling as she gets to her knees. Looking down at her fallen opponent, she straddles the smaller girl over her back which makes Flasher immediately suspect she's going for a clutch. Though why opt for physical torture when emotional works so much better? Humming to herself, Vicky slowly unravels Apple's top and slips it from her prone body, but instead of tossing it aside, she instead attempts to put it on herself.
Coming to from the slam, Apple is in no position to see Victoria trying on her top, and indeed is focused on the more pressing problem of being pinned beneath Victoria's ass. However, both Flasher and John watch as Apple's top, which was too small for the Asian's B-cups, can barely manage to contain one of Victoria's breasts, let alone stretch across to handle them both. Still face down, Apple tries to worm herself free from under Victoria, but the black girl is weighing down on her too much. The fact that Victoria isn't doing anything than sitting there preys on her mind, but that's not priority, "Urg... get off me you big cow, with your fat floppy tits, and your soft saggy ass."
"A big cow eh? Well let's see how you like this..." Discarding Apple's top, Victoria reaches over to reclaim her own. Still humming casually, she untangles it and begins to slide it around Apple. Feeling her way along the girl's smaller body smirking smugly she pulls it over the Asian's breasts, ignoring the girl's infuriated but muffled protests. Just to give the clockwork of anxiety another little turn, she began to hum. It was a tuneless melody that was so much aimed at distracting her from fastening the top in a complicated series of knots behind Apple's back, but more to pick at Apple's nerves.
Shifting her position some, Victoria wiggled her hips on top of Apple's back as she finished tying her top around the girl. Then hooking her arms around Apple, Victoria pulled her upright in a clutch. Bending backward painfully, Apple shut her eyes in agony as pain shot up and down along her spine. It was painful, but not painful enough to warrant Victoria the victory of hearing her cry out, and nowhere near enough to get her to submit and admit defeat if that was what she was banking on. But submission wasn't on Victoria mind, nor on John and Flasher's mind either.
Arched back like she was, Apple's chest was now thrust out with Victoria's bikini hanging loosely over the Asian girls more moderate tits. And just for comparison's sake, Victoria was pulling in such a way that made her chest protrude out as well. And for comparison sake, both John and Flasher noticed that Vicky's breasts obtrusively protruded forward, hovering just above Apple's head. And (and this is still for comparison sake mind you), neither of the guys could help noticing that Victoria's breasts outsized not only Apple's breasts... but her head as well. One could not help but think that if she leaned forward just a fraction, then Apple would receive a face full of tit.
