[roleplaygirl84]

Two weeks later….
As Linda puts on her bikini, she feels a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness. She had never fought in front of someone she had feelings for, and the thought of Maria watching her match made her feel vulnerable. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel turned on by the idea.
Linda finishes putting on her bikini, which barely covers her ample curves, and heads out of the locker room to meet Maria. Maria's eyes widen as she sees Linda, and she can't help but let out a low whistle.
"You look amazing," Maria says, her eyes lingering on Linda's chest.
Linda blushes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
The thin bikini straps dig into her skin, creating deep cleavage that's impossible to ignore. The matching bikini bottoms are equally revealing, hugging her curves tightly and leaving little to the imagination. To complete the outfit, she wears a red boxing skirt that is short enough to expose her toned thighs and her tiny thong. She twirls around, showing off her outfit to Maria, who is wearing a black crop top and shorts that accentuate her curves.
Linda can't help but admire Maria's body, complimenting her on her curves and her toned muscles. They both giggle and blush as they take in each other's outfits, feeling aroused by the sight of each other. The air in the room is electric with sexual tension, and they both know that tonight's fight will be even more intense than usual.
Maria carefully helps Linda into a silky, red gown that flows behind her as they make their way to the ring. Linda's large breasts and curvy frame are accentuated by the snug fit of the gown, making her the center of attention as they walk through the crowded club.
As they approach the ring, Linda's nerves start to kick in, but Maria is there to offer words of encouragement and support. The two women take their seats ringside, watching as the other fighters make their way to the ring one by one.
Despite the raucous energy of the crowd, Maria can't help but feel a growing sense of excitement as she watches her friend prepare to step into the ring. But for the time being, the other matches will come first.
As Linda and Maria take their seats, the lights dim and the announcer steps into the ring. He introduces the first match between the two young blondes, both busty and fit, and the crowd cheers wildly. Maria watches intently as the two women step into the ring, bouncing on their toes as they wait for the bell to ring.
The match is fast-paced and intense, with both women landing punches and dodging blows. Maria can see the sweat glistening on their bodies as they move, their breasts bouncing with each hit. She can feel her own body getting hot with excitement as she watches, and she knows that Linda is feeling the same way.
After the first match is over, the announcer introduces the next fight between the two mature women. Maria can see that they are both experienced fighters, with well-toned bodies and strong arms. The fight is slower and more strategic than the first, with each woman carefully planning her moves and countering her opponent's attacks. Maria can feel the tension in the air as the crowd watches in silence, waiting to see who will come out on top.
Finally, the match ends with a clear winner, and the crowd erupts into cheers and applause. Maria and Linda both stand up and shout along with the rest of the audience, caught up in the excitement of the moment.
However, besides jiggling chests and a few boob blows, there was not much nudity so far. Only once a tit slipped and was put back into the bikini.
As its finally time for Linda`s match, Maria watches as Linda steps into the ring, her body looking even more impressive in her revealing white bikini. She can see the other fighter, the busty black woman with the dreadlocks, staring at Linda with a fierce determination in her eyes.
Maria can feel the tension building in the room as the two women face off.
The presenter's voice boomed through the sound system as he introduced Linda Luscious to the cheering crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the one and only Linda Luscious! This 200-pound, 5'3 powerhouse is ready to take on anyone who dares to challenge her! And let's not forget her famous G-cups, which have been known to knock out opponents just as much as her punches!"
As Linda's gown was taken off her shoulders, the crowd erupted into cheers and wolf whistles. Her skimpy outfit consisted of a white string bikini top that barely covered her ample chest, and a matching thong that hugged her curvy hips. To complete the look, she wore a boxing skirt that was slit on both sides, revealing her toned thighs.
Linda took a deep breath and stepped towards the ring, her muscles bulging with excitement. She could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, especially the men who were practically drooling at the sight of her. But she was there to fight, and she knew that once the bell rang, it would be all business.
The presenter then introduces Trisha Thunder, the 160lbs 5"8 40-year-old black fighter. Trisha looks confident as she steps forward, her muscular arms flexing slightly as she raises them in a show of strength. She is wearing a more conservative outfit than Linda, with a black wet look bra that manages to contain her impressive D-cup breasts, which are still bulging over the top. Trisha is wearing a black skirt that reaches just above her knees, and her dreadlocks are tied back in a tight bun. Her dark skin glows under the bright lights of the ring, and she looks ready to take on any opponent who comes her way.
Maria is incredibly nervous as she watches Linda inthe ring. She can hardly believe that her friend, who used to be a shy and reserved office worker, has transformed into this naughty and foxy boxer.
Linda looks confident as she bounces on her toes, throwing a few practice jabs into the air. Maria can't help but be amazed by how different Linda looks in the ring, with her muscles rippling beneath her tight outfit.
As the bell rings, Linda and Trisha step towards each other, sizing each other up. The crowd is cheering loudly, and Maria can feel her heart pounding in her chest. She watches as the two fighters circle each other, throwing a few tentative jabs.
Suddenly, Trisha lands a solid punch to Linda's stomach, and Maria winces in sympathy. Linda doubles over in pain, her large breasts heaving as she gasps for air. Trisha takes advantage of the moment and lands another punch, this time to Linda's jaw.
Maria can see the impact of the punch ripple through Linda's body, and she can't help but feel worried for her friend. But Linda recovers quickly, and soon the two fighters are exchanging punches back and forth.
Maria is on the edge of her seat, watching the fight unfold with a mixture of awe and anxiety. She can see the bruises starting to form on Linda's body, and she can only imagine how sore she will be tomorrow.
As Linda landed the heavy punch to Trisha's midsection, her bikini top suddenly dislocated, revealing her big brown areolas partly. The audience let out a loud cheer, with some whistling and catcalling as they caught a glimpse of Linda's bouncing breasts. Maria couldn't help but watch in awe as Linda's heavy chest jiggled with each movement she made. Despite the wardrobe malfunction, Linda continued to fight fiercely, her breasts bouncing with every punch and movement. Maria could see the excitement in Linda's eyes as she continued to fight with her bikini top barely holding on. It was clear that Linda was enjoying the attention she was receiving from the audience, and Maria couldn't help but feel a little turned on herself.
As the first round ended, Linda sat on her stool, trying to catch her breath and fix her wardrobe malfunction. She glanced over at Maria and gave her a playful wink, knowing that her friend was enjoying the show. She watched as Linda struggled to adjust her bikini top, her large breasts bouncing and jiggling.
Maria couldn't resist the urge to knead her own breasts, feeling the intense heat building up inside her body. Meanwhile, the crowd was going wild, cheering and whistling as they watched Linda's breasts bouncing and jiggling in the ring. Some men even started shouting out lewd comments, lusting after Linda's voluptuous body.
As the second round starts, Linda decides to give Maria a show, knowing that she's been enjoying the view so far. She leaves her guard partially open, intentionally giving Trisha an opening. Trisha takes the bait and starts throwing punches at Linda's chest.
The crowd cheers as the two women trade blows, their breasts bouncing and jiggling with each hit. Linda's bikini top is barely holding on, and with each punch, it threatens to slip off again. Maria can't take her eyes off the spectacle, feeling more and more aroused with each passing moment.
Linda winks at Maria as she takes another hit to her ample chest, and Maria can feel herself getting wet at the sight. She can see the look of pleasure on Linda's face as her breasts bounce and jiggle with each punch, and it only serves to turn her on even more.
But the its time for Linda: A hokk to the yaw catches Trisha off guard. “OFFFF!”
Linda's sudden counter catches Trisha off guard, and she stumbles back a step or two, trying to regain her balance. Linda takes advantage of the moment and delivers a devastating uppercut, her fist slamming into Trisha's bra cups with incredible force. The impact is so powerful that Trisha's left tit bounces out of her bra, flying out of the cup and swinging wildly. The audience goes wild, cheering and hollering as Linda's punch sends Trisha's tit flying. Maria can feel her own body responding to the excitement, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress as she watches the action unfold in front of her. Linda winks at her again, a mischievous smile on her lips as she takes a step forward, pressing her ample breasts forward provocatively.
Linda feels overconfident after landing her last hit, but Trisha quickly proves that she's not one to be underestimated. With a massive haymaker, she nearly knocks Linda's left tit off her chest, freeing it from the bikini completely. Linda gasps in surprise as her G-cup breast bounces free, jiggling wildly as she tries to regain her footing. The audience erupts into cheers and whistles, with many of the men leaning forward for a better view of Linda's exposed breast. Maria, sitting at ringside, feels a flush of heat rush to her face as she watches Linda's bouncing tit with a mix of shock and arousal.
Linda was caught off guard as Trisha delivered a series of powerful punches to her breasts. With each hit, Linda's bikini top was stretched to its limit, until it finally gave way and flew off into the audience, leaving her G-cup breasts completely exposed. The crowd went wild as they caught a glimpse of Linda's bouncing breasts, now slick with sweat and jiggling with each movement. Linda was stunned for a moment, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to continue the fight without her top. Trisha, on the other hand, was grinning wickedly as she saw the effect of her punches on Linda's voluptuous body. She advanced on Linda, intent on delivering the final blow.
Maria, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had never seen anything like this before, and the sight of Linda's bare breasts bouncing as she was pummeled by Trisha's fists was sending shivers down her spine. She was almost jealous of the attention that Linda was getting, and she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be in the ring herself, to feel the rush of adrenaline and the sensation of her own breasts bouncing as she fought.
Meanwhile, Linda was still reeling from the loss of her top. She knew that she had to fight back, but she was distracted by the sensation of her bare breasts bouncing and jiggling with each movement. She was beginning to feel a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal, and she couldn't help but wonder what the crowd was thinking as they watched her breasts bounce and jiggle. Trisha continued to advance, her fists flying as she landed blow after blow on Linda's exposed breasts. Linda tried to block the punches, but it was no use - her bare breasts were too vulnerable, too exposed. She knew that she was in trouble, but she couldn't help but feel a strange thrill as she felt her breasts bouncing and jiggling with each blow.
As the bell rings, Linda stumbles back to her corner, her breasts red and swollen from Trisha's barrage of punches. She sinks onto her stool, clutching her chest and breathing heavily.
Maria rushes over to her friend, her eyes fixed on Linda's exposed breasts. She can feel herself getting more and more turned on by the sight of her friend's sweaty orbs, clearly marked by Trisha's leather gloves.
Linda looks up at Maria and smiles, knowing that her friend is enjoying the show. "What do you think, Maria?" she asks, her voice hoarse from the exertion.
Maria blushes, unable to speak as she watches Linda's breasts rise and fall with each labored breath. She can feel her own nipples stiffening against the fabric of her bra, as she feels her panties growing wet.
As the break ends and Linda stands up to face Trisha once more, Maria can hardly contain her excitement. She knows that this is the most revealing fight she's ever seen, and she can't wait to see what happens next.
Trisha's tit has been placed back in her bra, and she smirks at Linda, taunting her about her massive chest. "Looks like you need a better bra, girl," Trisha says, pointing at Linda's now-bare breasts. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before showing off like that."
Linda grits her teeth, her eyes locked onto Trisha's. She knows she needs to fight back hard if she wants to win this match. With a deep breath, she stands up from her stool, her breasts bouncing as she does so. She adjusts her gloves, taking a moment to tuck her long brown hair behind her ears.
The referee calls them back to the center of the ring, and the bell rings to start the third round. The two women circle each other, fists raised, sweat glistening on their skin. Linda is determined to come back stronger than ever, but Trisha isn't going to let her off easy.
As they exchange blows, Maria watches with a mix of excitement and concern. She can see the passion in Linda's eyes, and she knows that her friend is fighting with everything she's got. But at the same time, she worries about the toll the match is taking on Linda's body. Her breasts are red and swollen, marked by Trisha's gloves, and she's clearly in pain.
Despite the odds against her, Linda manages to land a series of devastating punches on Trisha's chest, each one causing her to grunt in pain. Finally, after a particularly powerful uppercut, Trisha staggers back, her bra snapping open and falling to the mat.
Linda's massive G-Cups are now glistening with sweat, while Trisha's softer, hanging D-Cup tits are bouncing as she moves around the ring. Linda is determined to come back from the last round and show Trisha who's boss. She starts off strong, landing several punches to Trisha's midsection, causing her to groan with each blow. But Trisha is quick to recover and retaliates with a strong left hook to Linda's cheek.
Trisha is not deterred, however, and lands a solid punch to Linda's gut, causing her to double over in pain. As they continue to fight, both women's faces are now marked with bruises and sweat is dripping down their bodies. But neither of them is willing to give up, and they continue to exchange punches until the bell rings.
Maria watches in amazement as her friend Linda, with her massive chest and impressive strength, manages to hold her own against the more experienced Trisha, who may have softer breasts but is clearly a skilled fighter.
As Linda takes a break on her stool, she notices Maria's gaze fixed on her. With a smirk on her face, Linda spreads her legs wide, giving Maria an eyeful of her glistening, sweaty inner thighs. Maria's eyes widen at the sight, feeling her own wetness between her legs grow. Linda lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the effect she has on her friend. Meanwhile, in the audience, many men are also enjoying the view as Linda's bikini bottoms ride up, revealing a hint of her shaved mound. The commentators try to focus on the fight, but they cannot help but comment on Linda's provocative display. As the bell rings, signaling the start of the next round, Linda stands up and readies herself for another round of intense fighting.
Before round four starts, Trisha taunts Linda about being a total slut, referencing her provocative display on the stool during the break. Linda brushes off the comment, but Trisha seems to have gotten under her skin. As the round begins, Trisha charges at Linda, driving her back into the ropes with a series of heavy shots. Linda tries to counter with jabs and hooks of her own, but Trisha's experience and skill are beginning to show. She lands numerous hooks to Linda's chubby belly, causing her to gasp and grunt with each blow. The sound of the leather gloves smacking against Linda's flesh echoes through the arena. Despite the punishment she's taking, Linda refuses to back down. She tries to fight back, but Trisha is too quick and too strong for her. The audience watches in awe as Trisha continues to pummel Linda's midsection.
Trisha pounds away at Linda's belly with ferocity, each punch driving deeper into her soft flesh. Linda's arms are flailing, trying to fend off the blows, but they are coming too fast and too hard. Trisha's fists seem to find their mark with deadly accuracy, sinking deep into Linda's chubby belly and causing her to gasp for air. As Trisha continues to pummel Linda's midsection, her face contorts in pain and sweat drips down her face. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each blow, as she takes the punishment. The audience watches with bated breath, some wincing in sympathy for Linda, others cheering on Trisha as she dominates the round. Maria is on the edge of her seat, her heart racing as she watches her friend take blow after blow to her soft, sensitive belly.
Finally, the bell rings, and Trisha steps back, grinning triumphantly at Linda who slumps to the mat, clutching her bruised and battered midsection.
Trisha laughs as Linda falls to the canvas, her skirt riding up to reveal her luscious brown backside in that skimpy thong. The crowd cheers and hollers, enjoying the sight of Linda's curvy figure. Maria's eyes widen as she watches Linda's ass on full display, and she can feel herself getting even more turned on. She can see the sweat glistening on Linda's skin, and the way her muscles tense as she struggles to get back up.
She pushes herself back up to her hands and knees, her thong riding even higher up her backside. The crowd is going wild now, and Maria can see why. Linda's body is a sight to behold, her curves and muscles on full display. She can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, wishing that it was her in the ring instead of Linda.
Linda staggers back to her corner, her thong still riding high on her backside. Maria can't take her eyes off of her, and she feels herself getting even more aroused as she watches Linda's every move.
Linda and Maria exchange a flirtatious smile as they huddle together in the corner. Maria is clearly worried about Linda's bruised and battered body, but Linda reassures her that she's just getting started. As they talk, Linda's bruised tits and belly are clearly visible. Her breasts are marked with red and blue bruises, and her belly is swollen from the repeated blows she's taken. Despite her injuries, Linda seems determined to keep fighting and show Trisha what she's made of. Maria can't help but be both worried and aroused at the same time. She's never seen Linda in this kind of condition, but something about her resilience and determination is incredibly sexy. She can feel herself getting wet as she watches Linda prepare for the next round, her eyes locked on her busty friend's bruised and battered body.
As Linda goes into the next round with Trisha, a very busty women enters the audience, silently sitting next to Maria. Her chest rivals Lindas size and from the reaction of the crowd, she is famous in the league.
Linda notices the new arrival in the audience and sees the way Maria is staring at her. She can feel her own excitement building, despite the pain in her bruised body. She takes a deep breath and steps forward to meet Trisha in the center of the ring. As they start exchanging blows again, Linda can feel the eyes of the busty woman on her. She tries to focus on the fight, but the distraction is too much. Trisha takes advantage of her momentary lapse and lands a hard right hook to Linda's chin. Linda stumbles backwards, her head ringing.
Trisha moves in for the kill, sensing that Linda is weakened. She lands several more punches, each one hitting Linda's already bruised and battered body. Linda tries to fight back, but her strength is fading. Suddenly, the busty woman in the audience stands up and starts shouting encouragement to Linda. "Come on, girl! You can do it! Show her what you're made of!"
Linda feels a surge of energy and determination. She shakes off the pain and starts throwing punches again. Linda feels a sudden burst of energy and determination as she lands a devastating uppercut on Trisha's jaw, followed by a powerful hook to her right breast. Trisha staggers back, her already sagging breasts nearly popping. Trisha tries to fight back, but Linda is too strong and skilled. She lands several more punches to Trisha's breasts. The busty woman in the audience, who has been watching the fight intently, stands up and cheers as Linda continues to pummel Trisha's exposed breasts. Maria watches in awe as Linda unleashes her full power, her own breasts heaving with excitement.
As Linda unleashes a flurry of punches to Trisha's breasts, the crowd roars with excitement. Trisha's once perky and soft breasts are now red and raw, flattened against her chest by the force of Linda's blows. With each hit, Trisha grunts in pain, her body writhing in the corner. The referee watches closely, ready to intervene if necessary, but neither fighter shows any sign of backing down. Linda continues to deliver devastating blows to Trisha's chest, her fists hitting their target with pinpoint accuracy.
Finally, with one last powerful uppercut, Linda sends Trisha stumbling backwards, her breasts heaving and sore. The bell rings, signaling the end of the round, and the two fighters retreat to their corners, panting heavily.
Linda sat down on her stool, spreading her legs wide as she took deep breaths to catch her breath. The sweat glistened on her body, running down her curves and pooling in the creases of her skin. Her thong was soaked through, clinging to her body like a second skin, and her areolas were dark and glistening with sweat. She ran her hands over her chest, feeling the tender bruises from the earlier rounds, but the sensation only seemed to turn her on more. She glanced over at Maria, who was biting her lip and staring at her with a mix of concern and desire. Linda gave her a wink and a smile, letting her know that she was still in the game and ready for more.
The foreign busty woman noticed Linda and Maria flirting in the corner and raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. As Linda continued to catch her breath and cool down, the woman couldn't help but stare at her glistening body, including her perky nipples and luscious curves. Meanwhile, in the other corner, Trisha was fuming. Her once proud breasts were now red, raw, and visibly changing shape after the onslaught from the last round. She wanted revenge and she wanted it bad. She began to pace back and forth, her eyes never leaving Linda's corner. As the bell rang for the next round, Linda got up from her stool and walked confidently to the center of the ring. Trisha met her there, determination etched on her face. They circled each other, both looking for an opening. Linda made the first move, landing a quick jab to Trisha's jaw.
But Trisha was ready this time, and she countered with a powerful left hook that sent Linda staggering back. She followed up with a series of blows to Linda's midsection, making her grunt in pain. Linda tried to fight back, but Trisha was relentless, driving her back into the ropes with a flurry of punches.
The foreign woman watched with interest as the two busty fighters exchanged blows, their breasts bouncing and jiggling with every hit. She could see the lust and desire in Linda's eyes as she fought, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. As the round ended and the fighters retreated to their corners, the foreign woman made her way over to Linda's corner. She leaned in close, her own ample cleavage threatening to spill out of her low-cut top. "Nice work out there," she said with a sultry smile. "You're quite the fighter." Linda blushed, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest. She couldn't help but notice the woman's own impressive assets, and wondered what it would be like to fight her in the ring.
Linda feels a wave of relief and pleasure as Liz massages her aching shoulders. She couldn't help but notice the weight of Liz's massive breasts pressed against her arm. As Liz introduces herself, Linda can't help but feel a little intimidated by her rival's impressive assets. However, she also feels a strange connection to Liz, as if they share a bond as fellow busty women in a world dominated by men. Meanwhile, Trisha is seething in her corner, her breasts red and sore from Linda's onslaught in the previous round. She is determined to get revenge and win this fight, no matter what it takes. As the bell rings to signal the start of the next round, Trisha charges at Linda with a wild flurry of punches, aiming for her chest once again.
Linda is sweating profusely, her thong becoming more and more damp with each passing moment. Her areolas glisten in the bright lights of the arena.
Trisha takes advantage of Linda's momentary distraction and quickly charges towards her, driving her into the ropes. Linda's back hits the ropes with a loud thud, and she gasps for air as Trisha delivers a barrage of punches to her lower belly and tits. The impact of the leather against Linda's flesh echoes through the arena, and Maria and Liz watch in awe as Trisha dominates Linda in the ropes. The ropes shake with each blow, and Linda's body quivers with pain.
The sound of impact is deafening, and even the crowd falls silent, watching with bated breath as Trisha pounds Linda's body into submission. Maria and Liz exchange worried looks as they watch their friend being pummeled mercilessly.
Linda's head snaps back as Trisha's uppercut connects with her swollen G-cup, sending her own big black udder into her face, sending a jolt of pain through her body. The force of the blow causes Linda to stumble backwards, her buxom body jiggling as she struggles to maintain her balance.
But before Linda can recover, Trisha follows up with a vicious low blow that connects with her groin. Linda gasps in pain, her body doubling over as she clutches her crotch. The crowd erupts in cheers and jeers as Trisha takes advantage of Linda's vulnerability, raining down blows on her defenseless body. Linda groans and grunts with each punch, her ample breasts bouncing and swaying with the force of the blows. She can feel the sweat pouring down her body, making her thong cling to her curves and her nipples harden with excitement. As Trisha continues to pummel her, Linda's body starts to go limp. Her head droops and her arms fall to her sides as she takes hit after hit. Finally, Trisha steps back and admires her handiwork, looking down at Linda's battered and bruised form with a cruel smile.
Trisha takes advantage of Linda's vulnerable position, delivering several hard punches to her exposed belly and breasts. Linda groans in pain, feeling the leather thud against her sensitive flesh. She tries to fight back, but Trisha's relentless assault leaves her breathless and weak. Maria and Liz can only watch in horror as Trisha continues to pummel Linda in the corner. Her large breasts bounce and sway with each blow, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers and whistles. Finally, Trisha delivers a brutal uppercut that lifts Linda's swollen G-cup breast into her own face, causing her to stumble backwards. As she tries to regain her balance, Trisha delivers a low blow that connects with Linda's groin, making her double over in agony. Maria and Liz scream in protest as Trisha continues to rain down punches on Linda, driving her back into the ropes. With a final, vicious hook to the face, Trisha sends Linda tumbling over the top rope and onto the mat, bloodied and bruised.
The crowd cheers as Trisha raises her arms in triumph, her breasts heaving with exertion. Maria rushes to Linda's side, tears streaming down her face as she cradles her battered body. Meanwhile, Liz glares at Trisha with a look of intense anger and determination in her eyes.
Linda wipes the blood from her nose and takes deep breaths, trying to regain her composure. She looks up at Maria with a determined expression and says, "I can do this. I won't let her win."
Maria nods, still worried, but respecting Linda's fighting spirit. Liz comes over to the corner, offering a cold towel for Linda's face. As Linda wipes herself down, Liz looks at Maria and asks, "Is she always this tough?"
Maria nods again, impressed by Linda's resilience. "She's one of the toughest fighters I've ever seen," Maria says.
Maria inspects Linda's groin area, noticing the redness and swelling. She asks Linda if she's sure she wants to continue, but Linda nods her head determinedly. "I can take it," she says, her voice strained.
Maria hesitates for a moment, but then nods her head in agreement. "Alright," she says, "but I'm going to keep a close eye on you." She hands Linda a bottle of water and a towel, which Linda uses to wipe the sweat from her face and neck.
As they wait for the bell to ring for the next round, Maria and Linda exchange a few words of encouragement. "You got this, Linda," Maria says. "Just keep moving, keep your guard up, and don't let her get any more cheap shots in."
Linda nods, taking a deep breath and trying to push the pain in her groin to the back of her mind. She knows that Trisha will be coming at her hard in the next round, and she needs to be ready.
When the bell rings, Linda steps back into the ring, determined to give it her all. Trisha charges at her, throwing a series of wild punches, but Linda manages to dodge most of them.
And then the counter comes: Trisha groans in pain as Linda's fist connects with her liver, causing her to stumble back. Linda takes the opportunity to push Trisha against the ropes and deliver a series of rapid jabs to her face and chest.
The crowd erupts into cheers as Linda continues to pummel Trisha with precise strikes. Trisha's body sways back and forth as she tries to keep her balance, but it's no use. Linda's punches are too powerful, and Trisha is unable to defend herself.
Linda sees her opportunity and unleashes a flurry of punches on Trisha's already swollen and bruised chest. The crowd goes wild as she uses them as speed bags, her fists landing with a satisfying thud on Trisha's soft flesh. Trisha tries to cover up and protect herself, but Linda continues to rain down blows, driving her back into the ropes.
Maria and Liz are on their feet, cheering Linda on as she takes control of the fight. Trisha is clearly in trouble, her breathing labored and her eyes glassy. Linda sees her chance and unleashes a devastating uppercut that lifts Trisha off her feet and sends her crashing to the canvas.
The referee begins the count as Linda stands over Trisha, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Trisha struggles to get to her feet, but the beating she's taken has left her weak and disoriented.
Trisha struggles to get her bearings, still dazed from the brutal liver shot. Linda seizes the opportunity, grabbing the waistband of Trisha's skirt and pulling it down, trapping her legs in the fabric. With a shove, Linda sends Trisha stumbling backwards into the ropes, her heavy breasts spilling over the top rope.
Trisha grunts in pain as the rope digs into her chest, leaving red marks on her skin. Linda smirks as she leans into Trisha, pressing her own sweaty tits against Trisha's back. With one arm, Linda sling it around her opponent`s neck, pulling her head back and exposing her throat. The audience roars as Linda unleashes a flurry of punches, slamming her fists into Trisha's exposed chest. Trisha's body jerks with each blow, her breasts bouncing and swaying with the impact. Sweat flies off Linda's body as she puts all her weight behind each punch, determined to finish her opponent once and for all.
Trisha's arms flail as she tries to defend herself, but Linda's relentless assault leaves her no room to maneuver.
Trisha's massive breasts are pressed against the top rope and with her skirt down to her knees, her pussy is almost exposed in a tightly clinging thong. As Linda delivers a wicked kidney shot to her exposed back, sending a shockwave through her body. Trisha's eyes roll back in her head, and she slumps forward, completely knocked out. The audience is stunned as they watch Trisha's limp body hang over the ropes, her breasts still exposed and jiggling slightly from the force of the blow. Linda steps back, panting and covered in sweat, but with a victorious grin on her face. Maria rushes into the ring to check on Trisha, while Liz looks on with a mixture of concern and admiration for Linda's skill. The referee raises Linda's hand in victory, and the crowd erupts into cheers and applause.
Linda's adrenaline was pumping as she stepped out of her skirt and thong, standing there in front of the audience with nothing but her gloves on. Her bruised and battered body glistened with sweat, and her breasts heaved with each breath she took. Maria and Liz watched in shock as Linda confidently strutted around the ring, showing off her naked form to the cheering crowd. As Linda made her way over to Maria and Liz, they couldn't help but be drawn to her undeniable sex appeal. The way she carried herself with such confidence and strength was intoxicating, and they were both left feeling aroused and captivated. Linda leaned over the ropes, giving Maria and Liz a sultry smile as she whispered, "I told you I was just getting started."
Maria and Liz exchanged a nervous glance, unsure of what to make of the situation. They had never seen Linda act so brazenly before, and they didn't know what to expect next. Suddenly, the arena erupted into cheers as Linda raised her gloves in the air, triumphant and powerful. She had proven herself to be a true champion, and everyone in the audience knew it.
As the presenter raised Linda's arm in victory, he couldn't resist the temptation to hug and grope her. Linda recoiled at the unwanted contact, but the presenter held on tightly, grinning widely for the cameras. Maria and Liz exchanged disgusted looks, knowing that this kind of behavior was all too common in the world of female wrestling. Finally, the presenter released Linda and moved on to interview Trisha, who was just coming to and being helped out of the ring by her corner. As the audience cheered for Linda, Maria and Liz made their way down to the ring to check on her. "Linda, are you okay?" Maria asked, concerned. Linda nodded, a small smile on her bruised and battered face. "I'm okay, Maria. That was a tough match, but I knew I could take her."
Liz spoke up, her accent thick and sultry. "You were amazing, Linda. I've heard so much about you, but seeing you in action is something else entirely." Linda blushed slightly at the compliment, but couldn't help feeling a bit suspicious of Liz's interest in her. She had seen enough backstage drama to know that new rivals were always lurking around the corner. As the three women made their way back to the locker room, Linda's fans clamored for autographs and selfies. Despite the pain she was in, Linda made time for each and every one of them, thanking them for their support.
Linda's fans were ecstatic as they lined up to take selfies with her. They eagerly wrapped their arms around her sweaty, bruised body, their hands wandering over her curves and lingering on her full, heavy breasts. Linda didn't seem to mind, even encouraging some of the more daring fans to give her a squeeze or a playful slap on the ass.
As Linda allows selfies with the fans, they get more than close. Some take advantage of the opportunity to feel her up, grabbing at her bruised and sweaty body. Linda, however, seems to revel in the attention, flashing a sultry smile and striking provocative poses for the camera. Maria can feel herself getting massively aroused by Linda's naughty behavior, her own nipples stiffening as she watches from the sidelines. She can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she sees the way the fans are ogling Linda's curves and lusting after her. Maria knows she shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, but she can't help it. The way Linda flaunts her body with such confidence and ease is intoxicating, and Maria can't help but imagine what it would be like to be the one in her place, to feel the eyes of the crowd on her as she basks in their adoration. Lost in her reverie, Maria doesn't realize that Liz has sidled up beside her until the other woman's warm breath is on her ear. "Quite a show, isn't it?" she murmurs, her ample breasts pressing against Maria's arm. Maria can feel her pulse quicken as Liz leans in closer, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Maria's neck. "I can tell you're enjoying it," she adds, her voice low and husky. "Why don't you come back to my place after the fight? We can have a little fun of our own."
Maria is thankful, but denies the offer, being quite suspicious. She turns back to Linda. A fan is heavily groping Lindas chest, while another touches her pussy. She takes Lindas arm and pull her with her into the locker, locking up the door.
Linda follows Maria into the locker room, feeling a rush of excitement from the fans' touch. Maria locks the door behind them, and turns to face Linda. Maria's eyes are wide and filled with a mix of shock and arousal. She can't believe how much Linda is willing to show off her body and let fans touch her. Linda stands before Maria, still sweating and glistening from her match. Her chest is heaving, and her nipples are hard from the attention they received from the fans. Maria can't help but feel a wave of desire wash over her as she looks at Linda's chubby and bruised body.
In the privacy of the locker room, Maria looks at Linda with a mix of shock and arousal. "Linda, I can't believe what just happened out there. You were...so naughty. And the way those fans were touching you...it was too much," Maria says, her voice trembling slightly. Linda shrugs, a sheepish grin on her face. "I know, I know. I couldn't help myself. The adrenaline was pumping and I just wanted to give the fans a show. But I didn't realize it would get that out of hand," she admits. Maria nods, still processing what she saw. "I don't know how you can be so shameless, but...it was kind of hot," she confesses, her cheeks flushing. Linda chuckles, moving closer to Maria. "You liked it, huh? Maybe I should give you a private show later," she suggests, winking at Maria.
Maria's eyes widen at the suggestion, and she can feel herself getting even more aroused. "I...I don't know if I could handle that," she stammers. Linda moves even closer, her breath hot against Maria's neck. "Oh, I think you could handle it. In fact, I think you would love it," she purrs, her hands roaming over Maria's body. Maria shivers at Linda's touch, feeling a deep ache between her legs. She knows she shouldn't give in to her desires, but the temptation is too strong.
Linda locks eyes with Maria, her bruised and sweaty body on full display. She can see the arousal in Maria's eyes and it only fuels her naughty behavior. Slowly, she begins to run her hands over her curves, tracing the lines of her bruises with her fingertips. "You like what you see?" she asks Maria, a sultry tone in her voice. Without waiting for an answer, Linda turns around and bends over, giving Maria a full view of her glistening behind. "I bet you want to touch it, don't you?" she says, looking over her shoulder with a wicked grin. Maria can't resist any longer and reaches out to grab a handful of Linda's plump cheeks, squeezing them tightly.
Linda continues to give Maria a dirty talk, describing in detail how she loved the feeling of being groped and touched by the fans, how she loved being dominated and controlled by her opponent in the ring, and how it turned her on to show off her bruised and battered body to her friend. As she speaks, Linda runs her hands over her own body, tracing the marks and bruises with her fingertips and teasing her own nipples. Maria can't hold back any longer and begins to touch herself, tearing open her clothes to reveal her slim body and her DDs. She moans as she watches Linda continue to put on a show for her, her own arousal growing with every passing second. As Linda gets even more explicit with her dirty talk, Maria can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, until finally she reaches her climax with a loud moan. Breathless and satisfied, Maria collapses onto the floor, panting heavily. Linda leans over her, a wicked grin on her face as she brushes a strand of hair from Maria's face. "I think we're going to have to do that again sometime," she says, and Maria can only nod in agreement.
Maria couldn't take her eyes off of Linda's pussy as she knelt before her. The sight of the swollen lips and bruises caused by the match was almost too much for her to handle. Linda talked dirty to Maria, telling her all about the pain she had endured and the pleasure it had brought her. Maria couldn't resist any longer and reached out to touch Linda's pussy. As Maria ran her fingers over the swollen lips, Linda moaned with pleasure. She pushed herself closer to Maria, allowing her to explore every inch of her body.
Linda took control, pulling Maria's hair and commanding her to pleasure her even more. Maria was only too happy to comply, eager to please her lover. She buried her face in Linda's pussy, licking and sucking on her swollen lips until she came with a shuddering climax.
As Linda reached her climax, Maria was more than happy to help her tend to her wounds. She stood up and took a closer look at Linda's bruised and battered chest. She noticed small cuts in the skin that Linda had not even noticed before. Maria carefully cleaned the wounds and applied some antiseptic cream, making sure not to hurt Linda any further. She then took some ice and placed it on Linda's chest to reduce the swelling. Linda moaned softly as Maria tended to her wounds, feeling a strange mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. Maria's gentle touch was soothing, but at the same time, it was making her feel more aroused than ever before. Linda's nipples were rock hard and sensitive, and she could feel them growing harder as Maria worked on her chest. As Maria finished tending to Linda's wounds, she looked up and noticed that Linda was staring at her with a lustful gaze. Maria felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that Linda was feeling just as aroused as she was. Suddenly, Linda reached out and grabbed Maria by the waist, pulling her close and kissing her deeply.
Maria moaned softly as Linda's tongue explored her mouth, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel Linda's hands moving down to her breasts, cupping them gently as she kissed her. Maria was in heaven, lost in the sensation of Linda's touch. Finally, Linda pulled away from Maria and smiled, her eyes filled with lust and desire. "Thank you, Maria," she said softly. "You have no idea how much you mean to me." Maria smiled back, feeling a sense of warmth and happiness flood over her. "I'm just glad I could help," she replied. "You're an amazing fighter, Linda. You deserve all the success in the world." Linda nodded, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "And I couldn't have done it without you," she said. "You're my rock, Maria. I don't know what I would do without you."
Maria blushed, feeling her heart skip a beat. "I'll always be here for you, Linda," she said. "No matter what."
After tending to Linda's wounded tits, Maria couldn't help but ask her how she could withstand such a huge amount of blows to her chest. Linda just shrugged and said, "It's all about conditioning, Maria. I've been training my body to take hits like these for years." Maria nodded in understanding, impressed with Linda's toughness and dedication to the sport. Linda continued, "Plus, you can't let the pain get to you. You have to focus on the fight and push through it. That's how you come out on top." Maria listened intently, taking mental notes for her own training.
Maria looks down on her own DDs asking: “Linda could you train me and toughen up for a fight of my own?”
Linda grins mischievously, her eyes roaming over Maria's ample chest. "I could definitely show you a few things," she says suggestively. "But it won't be easy. You'll have to endure a lot of pain and discomfort to toughen up those puppies." Maria nods, determination written all over her face. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I want to be a fighter like you, Linda." Linda nods approvingly. "Good. We'll start tomorrow. I'll show you some exercises to strengthen your chest muscles and get you used to taking hits. But for now, let's get some rest.
Linda and Maria left the locker room, still dressed in their loose blouses without bras, unaware that they were being watched by Liz from another league. With her large, tanned breasts barely contained in a tight-fitting tank top, Liz licked her lips and grinned wickedly as she watched the two women walk by.
As Linda and Maria continued on their way, Liz followed them, making sure to stay out of sight. She had an idea forming in her mind, one that involved these two beautiful women and some very personal physical training.
Linda and Maria made their way to the parking lot, chatting and laughing as they went. They were both still feeling the rush of adrenaline from the fight, and they were both in good spirits. But as they approached Linda's car, they suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.
They turned around to see Liz standing there, arms crossed over her ample chest, a sly grin on her face. "Hello there," she purred, her voice low and seductive.
Linda and Maria were taken aback by Liz's sudden appearance, and they didn't know what to make of her. They could see that she was a fighter, just like them, but there was something about her that seemed off.
"What do you want?" Linda asked, her voice wary.
Liz's grin widened, and she took a step closer to the two women. "I couldn't help but overhear you two talking about training," she said. "And I couldn't help but wonder if you might be interested in a little...private coaching?"
Linda and Maria exchanged a skeptical look. They had never heard of Liz before, and they weren't sure they could trust her. But something about her seemed intriguing, and they couldn't deny that they were curious.
"What kind of training?" Maria asked, her eyes narrowing.
Liz stepped even closer, until her ample breasts were practically touching Maria's face. "The kind that will toughen you up, make you stronger," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The kind that will make you unbeatable in the ring."
Linda and Maria exchanged another look, and then turned back to Liz. "Okay," Linda said, her voice firm. "We're interested. What do you have in mind?"
I couldn't help but overhear your conversation in the locker room. Maria, I understand you want to toughen up your tits for a fight of your own, right?"
Maria looked at Liz, puzzled. "Uh, yeah, that's right. But why are you so interested?"
"Well, I just happen to know of a special training program that can help you with that," Liz said, still smiling. "It involves a lot of rough and tumble sparring with some of the toughest fighters in the league, and I think you'd be perfect for it."
Linda's eyebrows raised in surprise. "That sounds like a challenge. But what's the catch?"
Liz's smile turned into a smirk. "The catch is that if you lose, you have to do whatever the winner says. And trust me, I have some very naughty ideas for the loser."
Maria and Linda looked at each other, uncertain. "We'll have to think about it," Maria said finally.
"Take your time," Liz replied with a wink. "But just know that this offer won't be on the table for long." She turned and walked away, her ample curves swaying with each step.
Maria and Linda exchanged a glance, unsure of what to do next.