Betty enters the ring first with a mixed reaction from the crowd. Coming off an impressive start, winning over the league veterans, Bree, forcing her to submit, and Heather with submission from her finisher, Cat Scratch Fever. She leans back at her corner, her blonde hair loose behind back while adjusting her ruby red bra to make her cleavage look a little bigger then move her hands down to her matching panties. Betty rest her arms over the top ropes as she waits for her opponent to show herself.
The crowd suddenly deafens the arena with cheers. Trish enters the ring next with a smile across her face as being the crowd’s favorite. Wearing her hot pink with black trimming bra and panties, she raises her arms in the air as she looks at the crowd with her blonde hair in pig tails. She begins to walk back, seeing Betty at her corner, giving two thumbs down and booing at Trish. Trish leans back at her corner as the two opponents eye each other down, two opponents who will get the opportunity to take the title away from the current champion, Sandy.
The ref signals the bell to start and tells both wrestlers to get this match started.
Both women stroll from their corners, never taking their eyes off one another.
“You are better off cancelling your match with Sandy, Trish. I am the better champion, better than her and better than you, bitch!” Betty shouts as both women get closer to the center of the ring.
“Only thing you will be better at is screaming your submission, you overinflated bimbo! I will get my revenge on that bitch Sandy and become the new champion!” Trish hiss back at her big breasted blonde enemy.
Trish and Betty meet face to face, their mouths jawing at each other, they both lifting right hands and pointing at one another until Betty moves her hands to Trish’s chest and shoves her. Trish stumbles back a couple steps, stopping herself as she shakes her head as if Betty had the nerve to touch her. Trish swings out with her right hand as she leans forward, sending an open hand slap against Betty’s cheek.
SMACK
“Oooooohohh!” The crowd reacts as the watch Betty’s face snaps to the side, causing her to stumble back a couple steps. Betty clutches her cheek with her left hand as Trish takes a step forward.
SMACK
Betty’s right hand flies out and gives Trish’s face a slap of her own while the crowd gives off the same reaction. Trish clutches her cheek with her left hand, but holds her ground. Trish closes her right hand and swings at Betty’s face, snapping her head back. Betty responds back with her own right fist to Trish’s face.
Both women reach out with their left hands and latch on to each other’s hair, Betty on Trish’s right pig tail and Trish on Betty’s loose hair drape over her right shoulder. They both gave each other a fistful of their right fists to each other’s face, then down to their chest, and belly. The rapid punches on each other are mixed with hard grunts and groans until Betty breaks the stalemate by lifting her right knee up, landing on the waistline on Trish’s hot pink and black panties.
Trish stops her attack as her right hand drops down to her lower stomach and her left hand losing it’s hold on Betty’s hair. Betty lifts her right knee up again, directly to the pit of Trish’s stomach, forcing her to bend down a little further. Betty grabs both of Trish’s pig tails, pulling her head between her legs, locking her in a standing headscissors. Trish starts to beat her fists on Betty’s thighs, trying to make her release the hold.
“Let me go you stupid bitch!” Trish yells out as Betty squeezes her legs together.
“Shutup tiny tits and take it!” Betty hiss back as she looks down at the back of Trish’s bra. She reaches down and unhooks Trish’s bra, watching the straps spread open and falling off of her, feeling her bra landing on top of Betty’s feet. Trish is protesting from the legs squeezing and now her bra taken from her, she suddenly screams as she feels her tits on fire. Betty’s hands are on Trish’s tits, squeezing, then kneading her tits.
“Not much to grab Trish, maybe a boob job might grow your fan base” Betty taunts as she leans down on Trish’s back, twisting Trish’s tits gives another round of screams from Trish. Betty looks at the crowd smiling until Trish screams again, this time she screams with effort as her hands latches on Betty’s knees and works to bend herself up. Betty shakes her head as her hands release Trish’s breasts, placing them on Trish’s back while her legs loosen while her feet leaves the canvas. Trish stands up straight, pushing on Betty’s knees, flipping Betty’s over her back, and the canvas shakes from Betty’s landing.
The topless Trish on her feet as she turns herself around and sees Betty on her back, arching her body. Trish bends down and grabs a handful of Betty’s hair, forcing her to sit up.
“Let me repay the favor bitch” Trish mutters out as her left hand pushes on the back of Betty’s head, bending her head forward while she lift her right arm and drops her forearm on the back of her neck over and over until Betty lifts her arms to use her hands to protect the back of her neck. Trish drops down to one knee to stay Betty, her hands work freeing Betty’s tits from the ruby red bra. Trish slides her hands around Betty’s, going under her arms, and getting under the loose bra.
“I am going to bust these just like I will do to Sandy’s!” Trish hiss behind Betty as her right knee press against Betty’s back while she fingers glues themselves on Betty’s breasts. She squeezes the big orbs the pull back as Betty’s tits slides out from the bra and stretching under Betty’s arms. Betty screams as she bends her head back. Her hands trying to grab at anything but Trish smartly keeps her head back.
“Give up now Betty or I’ll tear off your best asset!” Trish yells as she gives another pull on the breasts tissues while her knee digs into Betty’s back.
“Fuck you!” Betty screams out as her hands tries to clutch her tits. Trish shakes she head in Betty’s answer as she pushes Betty’s tits forward, leaning herself forward a bit. Betty feels her tits stop pull as she reaches back over her shoulders, her left hand grabs Trish’s left pig tail.
“shit” Trish mutters out as she tries to pull her head back, thinking of defense instead of offense while Betty pulls her left hand toward her and swings her head back.
“Agghhh! My nose!” Trish yells as her face kisses the back of Betty’s head. Trish quickly release Betty’s tits and falls back on her ass, her own hands covering her nose. Betty turns around on her knees, her bra slides down on her arms until her hands grip on it before it falls off. She pushes herself to her feet, walking over to Trish’s right side. She bends down and loops the bra under Trish’s chin, using her left hand to push her hands off from her face and wrap it around her neck. Trish gasps as the tighten bra cuts off her air. She grabs at the bra while Betty yanks up on the bra, forcing Trish to get to her feet.
“Get up bitch!” Betty yells while Trish struggles to get a grip on the bra while she gets to her feet. Betty parades Trish around the ring until she stops and yanks down on the bra in front of Trish, sending her to bend down and flip over on her back. Betty quickly yanks up on the bra, forcing Trish to get back up, but only to yank forward and down again, flipping Trish back on her back. Betty continues two more times until her bra snaps in two. Trish lays on her back, pulling the broken bra from her neck, coughing and gasping on her back. Betty shakes her hands a bit to let the broken straps of her bra fall from her hands. Betty moves herself over to the fallen Trish, bending down with her legs to straddle Trish’s stomach. Trish continues to cough while her hands clutches her neck.
Betty looks down at Trish while her left hand moves behind her. “I hear you have the toughest pussy around. Let us put that to the test!” Betty hisses as her left hand plunges down on Trish’s panties, slide under until her claws latches on her pussy. Trish screams out loud as she shakes head. She tries to close her legs, but Betty pushes her knees on the canvas to lift her butt up and drops it down heavily on Trish’s stomach. “Keep them open and take it bitch!” Betty threatens as her knuckles are imprinting against Trish’s panties.
“Give up to the better woman Trish!” Betty yells as her left hand squeezes down then twist like a doorknob, forcing another scream from Trish.
“No! It will take more than that!” Trish defiantly fights against the pain. She reaches out with both hands to grab Betty’s tits again, pulling down on them, forcing a screaming Betty to lean forward.
“You fucking slut!” Betty yells out as her right had grabs on to Trish’s left wrist. Betty tries to lift her butt again, but Trish pulls down on her big tits again, preventing Betty from getting up. “Arghhh let go!” Betty yells. Her left hand clawing it way up, forcing Trish to grit her teeth from the pain. She give Betty’s tits around pull toward her, forcing her to lean down now. Betty’s hand slowly sliding out from Trish’s panties. Betty trying to focus on getting her fingers back to Trish’s pussy, but she screams out loud. The pain explodes from her right breast as she quickly pulls her left hand toward her. Trish has a mouthful of Betty’s tit flesh in her mouth, biting down on her tit, forcing another scream from Betty. Betty closes her left fist and pounds her fist down on the side of Trish’s head. After a few hits to the head, Trish opens her mouth and pushes on Betty’s tits to get her off. Betty rolls away as her hands clutches her bitten tit while Trish clutches her pussy.
Betty and Trish stay down to lick their wounds until they both slowly fight their way back to their feet. They both eyeing on each other while the crowd starts booing. The women rush at each other, slamming their bodies together as they grab each other’s hair. They yank and pull their hair around, forcing them to stumble around the ring. The crowd continues to boo as the champion herself is see walking toward the ring with the championship belt drape over her left shoulder. Sandy gets to ring side, walking around the ring as she sees her next two opponents pull strands of blonde hair out from their head. Betty and Trish scream from the hair pulling until Trish pushes herself into Betty, forcing her back until Betty hits the corner. Betty trapped against the corner with no way to maneuver herself with Trish leaning against her. Their hands still on each other’s hair until Trish drops her right hand, closing it tightly and plows her fist to Betty’s lower stomach, feeling the material of Betty’s panties against her knuckles. Betty tries to take the hit, but another fist and another fist and another fist to her lower stomach forces her butt to slide over the middle turnbuckle a bit while her left hand clutches her stomach and her right hand grabbing the top rope to hold herself up. Trish release her left hand from Betty’s hair as she steps back, seeing a winded Betty struggle to breathe. She turns her head to the right and sees her former best friend at ring side.
“This is what I am going to do to you bitch” She spits at Sandy as she kicks her left foot up between Betty’s legs.
“arrghhh!” Betty screams out as she leans down , her left hand dropping down to her pussy while Sandy watches at ringside, smirking as she enjoys the scene of her rivals hurting each other.
Trish reaches out with her right hand to grab Betty’s right hand on the top rope. She pulls Betty’s arm toward her as she steps back, forcing Betty to step away from the corner. She leans back and pulls on Betty’s arm to whip her across the ring, but Betty holds on to Trish’s right hand as she turns herself around midway and yanks on Trish’s arm, reversing the whip to send Trish to the corner instead. Trish crashes from the corner, rebounding from the turnbuckles as she stumbles out of the corner, her back arching from the pain running down her spine. She walks into Betty who bends down and lifts Trish into her left shoulder, flipping her over her back, crashing down on her back again. Trish screams in pain as she arches her back then rocks back and forth as her right hand clutches her back.
Betty walk around and sees her next opponent standing at ringside. She walks over to the ropes as she leans over the top rope.
“You’re next Sandy! After I am done kicking her ass, I will be taking what is mine!” Betty yells at Sandy while Sandy nods her head and smiling.
“Oh yeah, we will see who will be champion bitch! You better focus on that small titted bitch in the ring and not on me!” Sandy yells back at Betty
“This is what I am going to do to you Sandy” Betty shouts as she turns around to walk over to Trish who is still on her back, trying to recover. Betty stops at Trish’s feet, bending down to grab her right leg, lifting it up. She tucks Trish’s left under her left arm while raising her right hand in the air in a shape of a claw, signaling her finish, Cat Scratch Fever” Trish comes around as she squirms and waves her arms, trying to give Betty a hard time from turn her over. Betty tries to get Trish on her stomach, but her struggles is making it harder for her until Trish pulls her trapped leg toward her, getting Betty closer to Trish. Trish lift her other foot to Betty’s chest and shoves hard, sending Betty back and crashing down on her back.
Sandy laughs and claps her hands at the failed attempt by Betty. “Oh yeah you sure showed me you blonde bimbo.”
Betty and Trish pushed themselves back to their feet again. They both move closer to one another until Betty swings her right fist, hitting Trish’s face and Trish answers back with a fist of her own back to Betty. Both women hitting each other over and over until Trish bend down to dodge Betty’s next fist. Betty hitting nothing but the air in front of her as she spun around until Trish is back up, grabbing her right arm with both hands. Trish spins Betty around , yanking her arm down until Betty falls on her stomach. Sandy sees what Trish is up to as she place her belt down on the ring apron. As the ref is moving around to get into position, Sandy leans under the ropes and grabs the ref’s ankles, knocking the ref down on the canvas, and sliding out of the ring. Meanwhile, Trish wraps her legs around Betty’s arm while she lays across her back. She reaches under Betty’s shoulders until her fingers can hook together under Betty’s chin. Trish pulls back as she applies her signature finisher, The Trish Lock. Betty screams out in pain as her other hand pushes on the canvas, trying to ease the pain, but it is not helping. Trish leans back, bending her head back.
“Comeon bitch! Say it! It is over!” Trish yells as Betty bend back a little further.
The ref outside the ring is ordering Sandy to leave the area, but Sandy responds by grabbing her belt and slams it across the forehead of the ref. The ref knocked out on the floor as Sandy slides the belt under the ropes and rolls herself back in. Betty screaming repeatedly until raises her hand and stats to drop it, but Sandy lands on top of Trish, forcing her to release the hold while Betty’s head and hand drops back down.
Sandy slams her fists down on Trish’s head repeatedly. Trish can only cover her head from the sudden attack. Sandy stops herself as she gets back to her feet. She walks over to grab her belt, then walks over to the corner of the ring behind Trish and Betty. Trish shakes her head as she pushes herself on Betty’s back, shakenly back to her feet. Her body wobbles back and forth then she stumbles to turn herself around only to be greeted by a running Sandy, slamming the plate of her belt against Trish’s head, knocking her back down on the canvas with her arms and legs spread. Sandy stops at the ropes, laughing as she turns around to see a knocked out Trish on back. She drops the belt on the canvas as she walks over to the fallen Betty.
Sandy bends down, hooking her thumbs on the waist band of Betty’s panties, pulling them down to her feet and off of her. Sandy twirls the panties over her head as she walks over to Trish. She bends down and stuffs the sweaty panties into her mouth. Another smile comes across Sandy’s face as she turns her attention back to Betty. Betty slowly struggles to push her hands on the canvas, trying to get to her hands and knees. She moans softly from the pain and soon is replaced by loud screams again as Sandy already on her with her fingers inside Betty’s pussy for her Pap Smear hold. Betty’s upperbody drops down on the canvas as her right hand blindly tries to reach for Sandy’s claw while her left hand taps on the canvas repeatedly after a few seconds of pain
Sandy shakes her head as she yells at Betty “This is just a taste bitch!” Sandy uses her free hand to reach under Betty, grabbing a handful of breast. She squeezes tight and yanks upward, forcing Betty to cry out in pain. Sandy guides Betty to her feet. “I am going to destroy you rooki..urghh!” Betty swings her elbow back, hitting across Sandy’s face. She release Betty as she stumbles back. Betty through the pain turns around, doing what she can to ignore the finishers she went through. She charges at Sandy, extending her left arm out to clothesline the champion, but Sandy wisely ducks down as she moves forward, forcing Betty to miss. Betty stumbled forward, barely able to stay up while Sandy picks up her belt again. She lifts it up and waits for Betty to turn. Betty stumble herself around and was greeted with a personal look of the belt across her face, sending her naked body down on the canvas.
The crowd boos as the champion is the only one standing. She wraps her belt around her waist and begins to walk to the ropes. She stops and turns around, looking at the knocked out Betty over her shoulder. She turns around and walks back to Betty. She bends down and grabs Betty’s left hand. She walks across Betty’s body, pulling on her arm and forcing her to roll over on her stomach. She drags the big breasted blonde over and on top of her fallen former best friend in a 69 position. She grabs Trish’s panties and yank them off her, leaving the blondes with a face full of each other’s pussy. Sandy laughs as she exits the ring, raising her title belt over her head while other refs and medical staff rushes in to check on the fallen blondes and ref.
