Hina vs. Angela (Complete)

Standard Match
Losing condition- KO or 3-second pin
Angela slowly walked toward the ring, a serious look on her face as the crowd whistled, the men in the crowd taking pictures of her. Angela didn't show it, but she actually rather enjoyed this attention, but had the girls been taking these photos, she would have liked it more.

Hina bounced towards the ring, a slow pace but glad to pose and wave to the fans now and then to draw it out all the more. Her usual schoolgirl uniform bounced in that perfectly "slutty but not an actual slut" way that flashed her cheetah-pattern panties to the world now and then, blowing them lipstick-smeared kisses through her makeup. She'd give a little spin to keep her skirt up for a solid 3 seconds or so before prancing up the ring, leaving her makeup bag behind and winking at the busty woman across from her.

"Gonna show me what yer made of, honey?" she said in a mocking seductive tone, kissing the air between them invitingly.

Angela blinked before removing her glasses and handing them to the referee saying, "I'll need those back when the match is over."

The ref nodded and placed the glasses in a case, slipping the case into her pocket as Angela nodded to her opponent saying, "I look forward to my first official match here. You look like a strong young woman."

Of course, in Angela's mind, she really thoughts Hina looked like a delicious piece of meat for her to fondle.

Hina smirked and shrugged. "If you say so. Kind of a cold fish for a stacked chick, aren't ya?" she said cooly, rolling her shoulders and sitting up straight to wave to the ref.

"Ya gonna ring that or what?" she asked mockingly, the ref signaling the bell and Hina to hop on her toes, licking her lips hungrily in a mock-boxing stance. "Let's dance, prudy Judy," she goaded

Angela narrowed her eyes, putting up a defensive stance, preparing herself for whatever Hina could dish out. She didn't show it, but she was actually a bit turned on by Hina's energy.

Hina let out a playful giggle, advancing slowly despite her bouncing footwork. She'd pick up her pace at the last moment, trying to rush in close to press her body against hers an instant before throwing a fist at her belly, grinning all the way if she wasn't interrupted.

Angela was an expert when it came to advances such as these, so when Hina closed in, Angela quickly threw her arms out latching onto Hina's and pulling the girl in, wedging Hina's head between her boobs and holding tightly.

Hina's assault was interrupted by the hairpull, yelping just before she was shoved into her chest face-first. "Geez!" she sputtered as she tried to pull her face aside enough to breathe. "All ya had to do was ask, ya silly dyke!"

Angela applies a stronger grip to keep Hina between her boobs hoping that the girl would soffocate while also enjoying the feeling of having a head between her boobs. It had been way too. However, her grip just wasn't strong enough as Hina managed to free herself, Angela quickly backing off to leave room for herself to prepare another strike.

Hina had a few breaths snuffed short, gasping loudly as she stumbled backand wiped some sweat from her painted face. "Geez, you carry a liscence those friggin milk-cannons?" she said as she caught her breath a bit. "Can't say I wouldn't revisit that under more comfortable conditions, though. Maybe build a little summer home in those mountains," she grinned.

She'd hope to distract her a bit with her trash talk (though likely not visibly) and move in for a quick kick to the thigh, hoping to stun her enough to land a cross punch across her tit