Chapter One-
After Loreto win over Sha and 3 other girls, she began to be looked as one of the candidates to win the competition. After that incredible match, she reached the 8th position of the ranking, turning her into one of the main contenders.
On the other hand, Monica, a veteran of hundred fights showed that she still got it with a display of firmness, power and confidence that only could be surpassed by Cristina's impossible rack, being able to even take her down momentarily with her firm, round orbs.
The first one to enter the arena was Loreto, with a brutal white bikini and dancing sexily towards the mat. She looked at the audience with pride and confidence. She was sure about her victory that night.
After her, Monica entered, with her chest held high in pride, she had so many matches and she had no fear of bitches like Loreto, even with those heavy tits. She had a rack that could match with her foe any day of the week, she though. And she was more experienced. Monica stood in front of Loreto with a smile on her face, and hands on her hips, chest puffed out.
The referee entered the mat and remembered the foes the rules of the match. No bites, no scratch, no punches, no kicks, grabs allowed but the win could only be given by a defeat in the breast department. Both girls nodded. They both had their own strategy in order to take her oponnent down.
The referee went aside and the bell rang. Both girls stood there, not moving a single inch but puffing their chest high, in a showcase of firmness and power. It was a duel, for sure, but they weren't touching. It was a duel of egos. Both contenders stared at the opponent rack, examining it to see if their own asset was better or if any of them got intimidated by her opponent.
Both stared at each other rack for half a minute and then they looked the other girl in the eye, as they walked in a step, and another. They were searching for a weakness in the other girl self-esteem, the other girl pride. They were on a seek to a intimidation that gave one of them the advantage in the first attack.
...Until one of them found that out. Monica could see for a brief moment something in her opponent's eyes, a glimpse, and she attacked. Monica pushed forward with power, and her tits compressed against Loreto's. The brunette opened her eyes in surprise, she didn't expected such a fast and powerful attack and she just took it. Loreto lost balance and fell on the floor, astonished.
"THIS IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN WE BOTH, WHORE!" Monica said, as she jumped, smacking directly with her rack against the opposite one. Loreto was on the lower position and she got smashed against the mat, as Monica grabbed the brunette's wrists, smiling at her foe.
"WHORE, YOU'RE NOTHING, THOSE TITS CANNOT DEFEAT ME!" Loreto screamed, taunting her enemy as she embraced the dark blonde girl. Both girls began to kiss each other trying to defocus their foe. Monica was on top and Loreto was beneath her. "I have to take advantage of this" Monica thought, she knew about the potential of the brunette and was conscious that the duel was far from over. She needed a definitive blow. Even tho, she was dealing damage into the opposite asset.
But the power of the hug of Loreto was more and more evident as seconds passed. Monica began to feel the pressure on her back and breasts. She couldn't believe that bitch could deal that amount of pressure from a lower position. Monica tried to open her enemy's embrace, grabbing her arms, but with no use, and she decided to keep grinding down from her upper position.
Suddenly, Monica felt something urging between her legs. She was getting aroused by the brunette's mouth and she broke the kiss they were sharing. She lost that fight as Loreto lips outclassed hers. Loreto smiled, licking her opponent's face as Monica tried to avoid the arousal switching her head from left to right.
"OH, IT SEEMS WE ARE QUITE DIFFERENT, YEAH" Loreto said, mocking at her foe, and closing the hug tighter. Monica clinched her teeth and place her hands on the mat, impulsing herself, raising with Loreto still engaged to her. They were sat now, staring at each other. Monica tactic was to raise and then, drop again, falling with all her weight, and the opponent's weight. That could be a blow that ended the match, but Loreto acted by instinc and used the momentum of the impulse of Monica to push and fall over her enemy. Now, Loreto was on top and dealing a huge blow into her opponent's rack, which compressed under hers.
Monica acted quickly and managed to roll over. Both girls rolled for a couple seconds that seemed like hours for them until they both ended on the floor, none on top of the other but with the embrace broken, both panting heavily besides the other. Both contenders rose, tired, but determined, and with all the strengh they got, both thrusted forward, connecting with power as they kept their eyes locked in a glare full of hate.
The heat of the battle was on its highest level, but only one will pass to quarter-finals...
