As the bell rings signaling the start of the fight, Jaqueline, with a broad smile, extends her hand and walks towards her opponent, "Good luck to you, Katrina, let the best gal win."
Katrina is surprised at Jaqueline's sportsmanship. It's not what she expected. Katrina reaches out to shake hands.
"Sucker," taunts Jaqueline, who lunges forward throws a head lock on Katrina.
Jaqueline's left fist jabs hard at Katrina's face. Jaqueline slams her hip into Katrina, shoving her off balance as she works the headlock, trying to wring Katrina's neck. Just for fun, she reaches back and unhooks Katrina's bikini top, freeing the usually modest big boobs. Jaqueline's initiative has taken Katrina off guard and she makes the best of it as she torments her. Skillfully, Jaqueline keeps Katrina off balance, cranks up the pressure on her neck and periodically jabs at Katrina's face as she marches Katrina around the ring.
Finally regaining her composure, Katrina wraps an arm around Jaqueline's waist and draws it tight. Jaqueline counters by grabbing Katrina's nose and twisting hard. Enraged, she literally lifts Jaqueline off her feet, holds her mid-air for a spectacular moment, then slams her down, tailbone first across her extended knee. Jaqueline lies on mat cursing and clutching her ass. Katrina hauls Jaqueline to her feet, crouching low, she slams a big fist deep into Jaqueline's belly, driving all the air from the brunette's lungs. Katrinaa hammers three more fists into Jaqueline's gut.
Before the rubber legged and doubled over Jaqueline can fall to the mat, Katrina seizes Jaqueline in a bear hug and hoists her off her feet. Katrina shifts Jaqueline from side to side, mashing Jaqueline's tits against her boobs.
"You're getting' soft all over, you cheating old hag," Katrina laughs.
But Katrina has not trapped Jaqueline's arms and the wily veteran rakes her fingernails down Katrina's back. Katrina, reacting quickly, lifts Jaqueline high and slams her down on her knee. The atomic drop leaves Jaqueline rolling on the mat clutching her crotch, cursing.
"You bitch! Oh you fuckin' bitch!" Jaqueline moans.
But Katrina is on a roll. Hair-hauling Jaqueline to her feet, Katrina slams a fist into Jaqueline's injured belly, doubling her up once more. Trapping Jaqueline's head between her thighs, Katrina sinks her claws into Jaqueline's butt.
"Oh my, getting' pretty flabby, here, girl!" Katrina laughs.
"You don't have the boobs to go along with an ass this big. There's no work for pear-shaped models. I think its time for you to retire," Katrina jeers.
Jaqueline digs her fingernails into Katrina's thighs. Katrina screams, but keeps her legs wrapped tight around Jaquelin's head. She knits her fingers together, raises her arms high, then slams an ax-handle down on Jaqueline's back. Leaning over her trapped foe, Katrina wraps her arms around Jaqueline's waist and, with a grunt, lifts Jaqueline upside down. She squeezes her strong arms tight around Jaqueline's waist and demonstrates her strength as she carries her slowly around the ring.
Jaqueline flails her legs, trying to break free and moans as Katrina increases the pressure on her waist. Katrina stops in the center of the ring, takes a moment to secure her grip, then pile-drives Jaqueline headfirst to the mat. Jaqueline lies prone on the mat as Katrina walks across her back, then stoops to grab a handful of hair. Katrina jerks Jaqueline to her knees and looses a huge left hand that cracks onto Jaqueline's jaw, sending her sprawling to the mat on her back.
Proud of her handy-work Katrina stands, hands on hips, posing for the crowd.
"Get up if you can, or I'll dump you out with the trash. You're just old news, Jaqueline," she jeers.
" bitch, I'll kill you," Jaqueline hisses, rising to one knee and rubbing her jaw.
Once Jaqueline is on her feet she races across the ring and leaps at Katrina. Katrina catches Jaqueline round the waist and throws her to the mat. Jaqueline lands heavily on her back. Katrina launches herself in the air and splashes her. Katrina's big body splats down on top of Jaqueline with her full weight knocking the wind out of the equally matched woman.
Katrina stands, flexes for the cheering crowd, then hauls Jaqueline to her feet. Squatting slightly, she wraps her arms around Jaqueline's waist, then lifts her up in a punishing bear hug. Katrina's arms crush Jaqueline's waist. Jaqueline's legs flail, wide apart. Katrina bends Jaqueline backward, enjoying the sound of her moans and wails.
"Give, or I'll break your back," Katrina challenges.
Jaqueline suddenly tenses up, jerks her arms free. Grabbing Katrina's hair with her left hand, she pumps her right into Katrina's right ear. Stung, Katrinaa throws Jaqueline to the mat.
Jaqueline holds her back. Struggling, she can only mange to get up on one knee before Katrina marches over and grabs her by the hair.
"Time to teach you a lesson, witch," Katrina threatens.
Jaqueline slams her right fist up into Katrina's crotch. Katrina doesn't move, riveted to the spot by shooting pain so Jaqueline nails her again.
Katrina's hands drop down to protect her crotch, but she's too late. Jaqueline's strong fingers dig into her flesh. Katrina opens her mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. Jaqueline springs upright, maintaining the paralyzing crotch claw.
Then Katrina's right first rockets straight up and crashes into Katrina's jaw. Katrina stumbles backward and falls against the ropes. Jaqueline charges. Twice she drives a knee into Katrina's public bone. Pulling Katrina's head down, Jaqueline's knee smashes into Katrina's chin. Katrina hits the ropes and ricochets off directly into Jaquelibe's double ax-handle to her chest. Katrina slumps against the ropes and slides down on her butt. Jaqueline hauls Katrina to her feet and judo chops her throat. As Katrina sputters, Jaqueline wraps her right hand around Katrina's neck, slips her left up between her legs and hoists her up shoulder high.
"You weigh a ton, lard ass," Jaqjeline taunts.
This time Jaqurline carries Katrina around the ring. The veteran supermodel's right arm chokes tight around Katrina's neck. With a big smile, Jaqueline slams Katrinaa down over her knee. She holds Katrina bent over her knee a moment, then drives her elbow down on Katrina's left boob. Jaqueline tosses the moaning woman to the mat. Katrina curls up on her side, but Jaqueline quickly drives a knee into her ribs and rolls Katrina onto her back.
Jaqueline lifts Katrina's left leg up, twists it violently, then drops to the mat with her full weight on the leg. As Katrinaa writes in pain, Jaqueline stands, spreadsKatrina's legs wide apart and leaps - driving her knee repeatedly into Katrina's crotch.
Dropping down to straddle Katrina's belly facing her foe, Jaqueline pokes her fingers in the model's considerably bigger boob, and taunts the beaten Katrina.
"So I guess the lesson here is that your fat ass and big cow hooters don't mean squat in a fight with a real woman. Wouldn't you agree, Ms. Kaif?".
Katrina gamely tries to buck free but Jaqueline chops her across the throat to put a stop to it. Wrapping her left hand around Katrina's throat, Jaqueline's right digs into Katrina's soft left tit. She grabs the nipple and twists, tugs and pinches as hard as she can for several agonizing seconds.
"I said, wouldn't you agree, Ms. Kaif?" Jaqueline asks again, giving an especially cruel pinch to punctuate the question.
In every fight she's been in, Katrina's oversized boobs have been a target, but nothing had prepared her for the vicious all out assault on them this veteran was inflicting.
"Please, enough," cries a thoroughly disheartened Katrina. "You win!"
