The bell rang. But any of them moved an inch. Marta and Marian; Marian and Marta, staring at each other, smiling widely as they placed their hands on their hips, posing, puffing out their chests, trying to intimidate the other before even touching each other.
Both were announced as "blonde tamers" for both of them destroyed the same two blonde girls, but in different order.
Marta, in group stage, defeated Io in the final clash and after that, she humiliated Cher in the 1/8 round. On the other hand, Marian took down Cher in the group stage and then destroyed Io in the 1/8 round. In the end, both girls had a parallell course on this tournament that led them to face each other.
Marta
Marian
-Your tournament ends here babe, you already went too far- Marian said, taunting her rival.
-Hahaha, oh please...talk whatever you want because, when I end with those saggy bags of yours, you won't be able to do so- Marta responded, walking ahead.
Marian emulated her walking towards her rival until both just met in the middle of the mat in a direct tit clash. The girls began to press, hands still on their hips, smiling with confidence, rotating their shoulders to win leverage and push the other girl's rack inside her ribcage. All with no result so far.
Marta
Marian
With a sudden move, Marta swinged herself to the left, smacking with her tit directly against Marian's, who stepped back a little, with her mouth open because of the hit.
-Bitch!-Marian cried
-Oh, too much for you? weren't you going to smash me?-Marta said jiggling her rack playfully.
-Yeah whore, and I will, just wait and see-Marian answered as she jumped again directly into Marta's smacking her rack directly against her foe.
The hit was brutal and took Marta off guard, making her tremble and finally, crumble on her knees, astonished by the power of Marian's rack.
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Marian
It was Marian who jiggled her rack now approaching the felled girl laughing with disdain.
-What's going on Marta? That's all that you got?- Marian said, feeling her victory closer with every passing second.
Encouraged by the taunting words of her foe, and with a primal war scream, Marta rose smacking her rack directly into her opponent's in an ascendant blow which made Marian fall on her ass. Marta attacked again but Marian was quick enough to turn herself and raise, finally, back on her feet.
-Fucking whore, you'll see. I'm gonna decimate those sorry tits of yours!- Marian said red of anger.
-I'm gonna crush you so badly you'll never will fight again against anybody!-Marta threatened back.
Marta
Marian
The girls began then to circle each other like wild cats fighting for territory, looking the other from head to feets, analysing their foe's movements until, finally, without a word, they smacked from left to right. Then waited, and after a couple seconds, from right to left. Then a direct smash. Then again from left to right, and from right to left.
And suddenly, both grabbed the other woman's arms and began to smack wildly their racks with wild abandon, sometimes from side to side, and then directly, trying to melt the opposite asset. To soften it, to ruin it, to break it to the point the other woman could do nothing more than beg for mercy.
As they did that, their heads began to close more and more until finally, and after an especially heavy smash, both connected in a wet deep kiss. A competitive one, one called to say to the other woman "you're mine to do whatever I like with you". The women opened their eyes as they kissed, looking the other directly in the soul, searching for the glimpse of inadecuacy that put herself, finally, on the lead.
Marta
Marian
The battle was heading its boiling point, a point of no return for both women. A point when the sole solution will be one basking in her glory and knowing she's one of the top 4 contenders and the other crying, humiliated and frustrated because of the bitterest of the defeats.
Both knew that point was coming, and any of them would back down in that moment so, acknowledging their opponent strengh, they closed a bearhug that would surely ends the duel as their mouths continued it own duel.
Marta
Marian
It will continue
