Best Breast Challenge! Mazzie Lashley Vs. Sally Brown

Mazzie tugged and tugged at Sally's hair just hoping she could either smother or inflict enough pain to force Sally off of her. However, it didn't seem like that was going to be the case one bit. The Canadian's eyes bulged like her tits when Sally squeezed them quite torturously.

"Ohguuuh! Annnghhhhh! Stop it!" She said, letting go of Sally's hair as she tried to wrench herself out form underneath Sally. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes She was seriously hurting.

"leggo! LET. GO!" She whined, a hint of fear in her cracking voice.

"Why don't you go ahead and make me, you little... wretch." Sally hissed under her breath, fed up with this harpy! She pulled herself out from Mazzie's breasts, her lips curled in a angry frown. Mazzie could probably see that Brown didn't just look mad; she was upset, and uncomfortable. Not someone who was used to getting angry at people. "If you're gunna be a... a... nevermind." She hissed, giving Mazzie's breasts a rather mean wrench, wanting to force her opponent to surrender as quickly as possible!

"Ahhhaaaaaa!"

Mazzie shrieked again as tears flowed freely from the Canadian's cheeks. She was reaching her limit and she couldn't get out from under the sea cow at all, it seemed. Mazzie was getting pretty desperate as the shoving and the hair pulling didn't seem to be working at all. She still had her hands free but the way Wally's tits were away from her, she couldn't get to them either.

Mazzie let go of Sally's hair with one of her hands and with the other she yanked hard to pull Sally's head backwards so she could line up a clean shot and slam her closed fist down in between their bodies, hoping to punch into Sally's boob as hard as she could.

"Ghhkk! You goddamn--uhh, goshdarn little--monkey lover!" Sally grunted, rolling off of Mazzie and clambering unsteadily to her legs. Dammit--er, darnit! Dammit, she was swearing--darnit! Darnit, she was cussing more than she ever wanted to. This little... crap basket had really, really gotten under her skin, and her tender boobs were throbbing with pain from the might punch from the small Canadian! She tenderly touched them, flipping them up for a moment to inspect them--probably gunna be bruised in the morning. She let out a fast, hard breath, before turning her attention back on Mazzie, pursing her lips, eyes rough and hard.

Mazzie gasped as Sally finally got off of her. She had a hateful, teary eyed look on her face as she stood crouched near Sally. "Fat, bloated slut!" She growled as she rubbed her own breasts. "A dumb sea cow like you needs to know her place! Those tits are nothing!"

Mazzie Stood up and looked over Sally. "If you don't want to accept the fact that my tits are better and lose with some dignity in a woman to woman fight, then I'll just tear the things off and stomp on them!" She said stomping her foot petulantly.

Sally glared at her... then threw her hands up in the air. "Oh my God, who gives a shit!? I don't even frickin' care who's got the 'better breasts'! Yeah, fine, y'know what? You're right! Your breasts are better n' mine! If we had spent the whole match just slammin' 'em together, you'd win! Ya happy now?" She turned around, red in the face, and stomped away. "Fricking little... don't know why I even signed up for this..."

This had been a horrible night. She was going to take the longest bath.

Mazzie was surprised when Sally just quit. She was expecting a hard battle with how worked up Sally had gotten. But soon shock began to turn into something else as a grin twitched at her lips. Soon she was puffing out her magnificent chest and being proudly and strutting haughtily.

"Ha!" She said. "It was smart of you to come to that conclusion without me having to beat it into you. It's just a shame that you couldn't get it through your thick head so soon. Obviously I have the best tits in this league!" She peacocked a bit more, bouncing on her heels so her massive tits jiggled as if also elated by Sally's surrender.

"Finally a woman with some sense.... sort of." Mazzie let the referee raise her hand as she once again was declared "Best in Chest."

Sally turned around, tilting her head to the side, a look of utter, complete non understanding on her face. Was she--was she--was she just happy? After all that? She was pleased as punch? Like nothing had even happened?

"Are you... were you..." She turns to the ref, who she hopes, possibly, has had more experience with the girl, while the crowd begins to boo, loudly, at being cheated out of their thrilling conclusion! "Was she just screwing with me that entire time? Was... was that all just an act?"

Mazzie raised her eyebrow at Sally as she seemed to stand around and looked like a lost puppy. The crowd was booing but Mazzie rolled her eyes at that. "Huh?" She said. "What are you going on about, eh?" She asked.

She let her hands slide over her breasts and purred. "Oh!" She said and blushed. "Now I get it. I was so stunned by your epiphany that I forgot!" She strode up to Sally and lifted up her breasts. It was also what she thought the audience was crying about too. "You may worship my breasts and acknowledge their superiority with a display of affection!"

Sally stared. Like, really stared. Utter and complete bewilderment colored her face. This girl... was she being serious? After this whole, awful, angry, ugly fight, with all the insults thrown around, and all the brutal attempts at just hurting the other girl as bad as possible... she was bouncing around, giddy and happy and even blushing? Was this a joke? How could it not be a joke!?

But at the same time, the Canadian seemed completely sincere! Sally really didn't think this girl was a good liar, either--she was definitely the sort who wore her heart on her sleeve. But... did that mean that this crazy girl thought that not only would they be just friends, that Sally would really stoop down to worshiping this nasty little person's boobs? Oooohhh boy, she definitely had another thing coming! Brown raised an arm, ready to just tell Mazzie off...

"KISS HER BOOBS! KISS HER BOOBS!"

The crowd, the signature band of perverts who always bought the tickets to AFW matches, were hungry for some sort of conclusion to this debacle of a match. And that made Sally hesitate. They seemed to have rallied around Sally actually, y'know... doing the worship. Brown wasn't used to not having the crowd on her side. In honestly, it made her kind of uncomfortable. She hesitated for another moment, the confused puppy look back, before the chanting of the crowds finally spurred her into action.

The curvy flomped down on her knees, looked almost quizzically up at Mazzie, then cupped her battered and bruised breasts, giving them both a quick kiss on the nipple, her cheeks firing up immediately afterward as the crowd roared. She got up quickly, wiping the hair out of her face, and turned again to go. "Buncha... buncha weirdos." She muttered, totally embarrassed.