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image sharingKaty Perry came out shook hands with a few people and got into the ring and stood in a corner. Up next was Brooklyn Decker and she shook hands with the same people and got in the ring she stood in the middle of the ring and stared at Katy. Katy told her to go back to her corner and Brooklyn had a can of spray paint and a foot in Katy's direction from the middle she put a line and then stepped back two feet and put another line. She threw the spray can away and backed to her corner.
Katy stood there grinned and nodded her head she looked at Brooklyn and stepped away from the corner and took off her t-shirt and put it on the top turnbuckle to her corner. Her bra barely containing her tits. She then pushed her yoga pants down below her hips and backed into the corner extended her arms inviting Brooklyn.
Brooklyn took a step forward took off her own shirt and placed it in her corner. tits maybe bigger than Katy's she pushed her pants down below her hips. The dozens of people allowed to watch the fights were already getting excited and their noise was making the women excited.
For years the two looked at each other and wanted to know whose body was better. Today they’d find out.
Brooklyn took a step toward the middle and stood there hands on her hips her large boob thrusted upwards. Katy Perry matched the step and the stance. Both were in the Superman pose and stayed like that for a minute. Katy took a step forward and put her arms over her head and pressed her tits together. Brooklyn matched the step and the pose.
There was no intimidating the other with the amazing assets as the other had an equal asset. They stared at the other “Not used to it are you Blondie?” Katy smiled “A woman rocking a body like yours except you know tighter and firmer.”
Brooklyn smiled “I think its you out of your comfort zone you like to feud with little bean poles that fall down with a gust of wind. No tits, no ass, no weight no chance against you. Me I got tits, I got ass, I weigh as much as you and when we finish this I walk out the winner.”
“Obviously we won’t end this in talking and it ends in your embarrassment… Did you add what I said to add.”
“What you said, that was me you air head Taylor Swift loving slut.”
“After that I’m so going to enjoy beating your tits not just with this.” Katy reached behind her shorts and removed two loops and put her wrists inside “But all fight I’m going to beat your tits down to an A cup.”
Brooklyn was pissed off and hated all this talking, she despised Katy Perry and wanted for so long to put her down. She was the only woman of a significant level of fame whose body measured up to Katy’s. Others had big tits but weren’t athletic or strong she had everything Katy had and she was going to prove what she had was superior.
They had agreed to trap their hands in those loops and breast battle until one went down two times. It would be two out of three and it was agreed upon the moment they found out they drew each other.
“Hands in and you know the rules…”
“Hands are in and they don’t come out until….” Katy only had one hand in the loops and took her right hand from behind her back and slapped Brooklyn Decker down to the ground
“I can’t believe you didn’t insist on waiting for me, god I loved hitting your dumb face.”
Brooklyns cheek was on fire and her eyes stayed looking down at the mat. She wanted to tear Perry’s face off, this was a fight she always wanted. She agreed to every condition in this, she just wanted Katy and knew Katy always wanted this too. She had to eat her hate right now, Katy snuck one in on her and there will be a time
Katy trapped her right hand and the two lowered themselves and thrusted up and the impact of the large tits smashing into each other was tremendous and the two leaned forward putting their weight behind themselves. Two minutes of pressure and tits started to change color they stepped back looked up and went back to it.
Again they were at a stalemate and stepped back and went different boob vs boob. Right tit hit against right tit and left vs left and after five minutes of those battles they stepped back and slammed again. Locked eyes and Katy thrusted harder and her tits went over Brooklyns and she sent the blonde back and down. Her tits flying upwards as she fell back, a standing Katy Perry was smiling and her tits were still bouncing up and down “Just proved it bitch!”
Brooklyn stayed down it felt like her tits had shrank, they were falling to the outside and it felt like she was draining. Of course that wasn’t true but to look up and Katy’s tits so big, so amazing, so much sweat on them making them look more intimidating.
“Going to stand by the rules.”
Brooklyn had agreed to another rule and she fully assumed she would be winning when she agreed to it. After each fall, the winner of the tit battle could take her hands out and hit a stomach punch on the loser whose hands stayed tied. After three minutes the next battle would begin
“Come on Brooky, you going to get up… Or do you just want to admit you aren’t woman enough to take me on.”
Brooklyn Rolled onto her stomach then got up to her knees and was on her feet. She stood in the middle “No I’m not done and I’m ready.”
Katy struggled for a moment but got her hands free and held them up as if she was showing there were no weapons. She looked at Brooklyn’s face, consigned to what was about to happen she grabbed the back of Brooklyns neck pulled back then stepped back and turned her back to Brooklyn.
“What the hell was that, are you…” Katy turned and drilled Brooklyn into her unprepared stomach and the blonde dropped down to her face and knees
Katy dropped down to the mat and started whispering into “You were prepared and then you weren’t, I fucking own you blondie… I fucking own you, don’t you get that. You look like my match but you aren’t, cause I fucking own you. My tits own your tits, my fist owns whatever it hits on you… I’m better than you and deep down you know it… Now get up if you fucking can.”
Katy stood up and made sure she was standing close enough to Brooklyn for something special.
Brooklyn was pissed and was getting up though she needed to stay down as the punch really took a lot out of her. As she went to say something her face brushed against Katy’s pussy.
“When this is over bitch you’ll have the bare on your face. Get ready to lick.”
Brooklyn spun away in disgust “You are a vile bitch, just the worst woman in existence.”
“And yet I’m still a better bodied, firmer bodied, better fighter than you’ll ever hope to be.”
Brooklyn rushed back to the line and Katy hands still free put her hand up holding up her index finger telling the blonde to wait. Katy cupped her large breasts and pressed them together “Ok, we know what hers feel like and they aren’t anywhere near as good as yours. We don’t even have to bother looking at hers, they know that they have no business being pressed against a terrific pair.”
“Bind your hands bitch and lets see if you can go two in a row.”
Katy looked up and smiled devilishly. She put both hands in and heard Brooklyn “Show me you deceptive cowardice bitch.”
They were both in their positions locked eyes squatted down and threw themselves at the other. Impact was stronger this time and their bras snapped apart at the middle and shoulder straps. The impact caused Brooklyn to not just put Katy back but sent Perry off her feet to a level that also had Brooklyn fall on top of her.
“Hows that bitch, speak now about our tits bitch. You’re going flat you tone deaf slut.” Brooklyn had all her weight seemingly focused on her tits flattening Katy’s and Katy was screaming for her to get up.
“I’ll let you up” Before she got up she licked Katy’s lips “Tastes like a hundred cocks.”
As Brooklyn was getting up she was getting her hands free “Remember the stomach punch rule”
