Strutting out confidently into the main arena of the packed titfight colosseum, where busty bitches from all over the globe gather and compete to see who's globes triumph over who. The stands were packed and full of raucous chants, people making wagers, and imbibing in the finest wines. The atmosphere was electric and intimidating, but I only had eyes for the woman across from me. Reaching down, I tugged at the sash of my black robe, letting it fall to my feet, revealing my pendulous, heavy 32H chest, a sporty white thong clinging to my hips, raising my hands to take in the adoration of the crowd, and taking my time limbering up my long, lithe frame before getting to my knees, shoulders back, girls out, fighting mad and ready for a fight.