Major Malfunction! Bianca Valentine vs Millie Walker!

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"Success!" *Her giddiness beginning to overwhelm her, Bianca attempted to regroup after the devastating kick thoroughly rattled Millie's dominant stranglehold over this fight. However, it appeared as if her plan had worked too well, as now she found herself fumbling backwards from the busty brit's lackadaisical movements.*

"H..h..hey..g..g..get it together, M..millie.." *Her eyes, still transfixed on the succulent pair of ham hocs Millie had on public display, didn't notice the turnbuckle directly behind her- Wether she had intended to or not, the bumbling brit had the jittery Jamaican cornered.*

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Millie grunted as she fell forwards into Bianca, her disoriented movements pushing Bianca back into the corner, even if she didn't mean for it to turn out that way. Trying to get back up onto her feet, Millie went to wrap her arms around the busty beauty, only to find her face smack straight into Bianca's bare breast. With an irate grunt Millie felt her cheeks flush red again, her nipples still erect giving away her feelings.

Dammit, dammit, dammit! This wasn't how this match was supposed to go. This one was supposed to maintain her image, but no, that damn blonde bitch who called herself a manager was getting her way, again! Well sod it, they were already here so she may as well go all the way if it meant winning the damn match. Maybe that was the shot of scotch she'd had before the match talking, but she'd already been humiliated in that alcohol match, so a bit more here shouldn't make a difference.

Looking up at Bianca's face from her spot at the Jamaican's breast, she uttered one statement, "This is your fault." She accused, a mischevious gleam in her eyes as she spoke. Then she tried to push forwards, wanting to trap Bianca in the corner. At the same time she'd lean in and attempt to suckle on the Jamaican's breast, hands grabbing at the busty beauty's torn outfit and trying to make the rip even bigger.

[SubtleRoar]

"I..I...!" *Bianca easily had the stronger frame, the better positioning, and even a more reliable sense of balance and stability. She knew that any, rationally minded wrestler would be capable of overtaking such a sloppy opponent within seconds, swiftly putting an end to this chaotic pandemonium. Hell, even if just for a microsecond, Bianca pondered the chance she had at potentially capitalizing on this rare moment.*

*But, Bianca didn't want a victory anymore- It had become all too apparent that Millie wasn't focused on maintaining her composure anymore, and Bianca wasn't about to correct her sloppy form or poor posture. In fact, she quite enjoyed the contact, even going so far as to looping herarms around Millie's waist for support.*

*Then, the unthinkable transpired- the inebriated brit latched onto Bianca's nipple, sending a shockwave of embarrassment rippling through her.* "HAAAH! M..Millie...~" *Her visceral reaction was to chide the cheeky brit for having the audacity to execute such a lewd move but one glance into her soft, warm eyes melted the jamaican's ire right on the spot.* "D...don't s..s..stop..~"

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Millie hated to admit it, but she was currently enjoying herself. Not that it was that much of a secret, her recent performance in a match against another drunkard and her currently-hard nipples had probably given it away, but despite all that she still had her pride. Pride that had, admittedly, pretty much gone out the window the moment her tits had been bared to the assembled crowd. Now she just wanted to humiliate the Jamaican a bit.

So she was surprised, to say the least, when she heard Bianca's next words. Was this really worth it when her opponent wanted her to keep going? She wanted to embarrass the woman, the larger woman liking this didn't mesh with that goal. But then again, they were both enjoying it. So for the second time in a short while Millie found herself thinking, sod it.

Releasing her grasp from the busty beauty's nipple, Millie looked up at Bianca's face again, this time with a softer gaze. "You asked for it." She said, winking at her opponent before doubling down on her efforts. Her face returned to Bianca's breast, tongue sliding up the soft skin and leaving a trail of saliva to the Jamaican's nipple, running a ring around it before she blew a breath of air onto it and reattached her mouth, suckling gently. Meanwhile, her hand slid gently down Bianca's side, into the ruins of her outfit and towards her crotch. But she just had to do one thing first...

With her free hand, the Briton grabbed at the remains of Bianca's outfit and pulled, wanting to tear the fabric free of the busty beauty's form. She didn't care about humiliating the larger woman anymore, she was just going to show Bianca an amazing time, then get her win.

[SubtleRoar]

"I..I..d..did..~" *Still unable to fully comprehend the depths that Millie was willing to go in order to explore the sensual connection both women shared, Bianca's breathing gradually shifted to a shrill, squeaky coo of flustered air. With every, subsequent stroke of Bianca's vulnerable cooter, she released an almost angelic huff.* "Hoooh...aahhaa...ghhh...~"

*Beginning to embrace her almost assured demise at the hands of her relentlessly amorous opponent, the grounded Jamaican tentatively closed her eyes before voluntarily spreading her legs wider, allowing Millie an all access pass to her most private of areas.* "P..please..I..I'm s..so..close...~

*And, almost as if fate itself had preordained their encounter, the bubbly brit zealously tore away the last bastion of what remained of Bianca's signature outfit, as her voluptuous frame suddenly became a public display for all to enjoy.*

"AAAHHH!" *Perhaps it was the Confluence of both humiliation and arousal, or maybe Bianca was a closet masochist, but whatever esoteric reason was the catalyst for her tremendous infatuation with her current position escalated her climaxing, causing rope after viscous rope of her fluids to spatter the canvass.* "Aahgaa..hnnhh..g..good..fff...fight...~"

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"Mmm." Millie agreed, pushing herself against Bianca's busty frame as she sought to trap her opponent in the corner and leave her with no escape from the sensual assault. Her hand slipped down between the Jamaican's thick thighs, stroking her opponent as she slowly released Bianca's nipple from her mouth, a trail of saliva still connecting them as she shifted her piercing gaze to her foe's face.

"Wet already?" She taunted. She moved to slide her fingers into the larger woman's pussy, thrusting and taunting the Jamaican as she started kissing her way up the busty beauty's body. "Not yet." She whispered, smirking just a little as Bianca pleaded for release, then kissing the beauty on the neck.

Then she tore away the Jamaican's outfit and left her exposed, both to the audience, and to the last of Millie's assault on the woman's sex.

"Good fight~" Millie whispered in Bianca's ear, hearing her moan of passion and feeling the spray of the busty beauty's cum. "Drinks after?" Then, like a switch flipped in the Brit's head, her gaze returned to its blank state and she took a step back, grabbing at Bianca's arm and moving to throw her down to the wet canvas. If she succeeded, the Brit would climb onto her opponent and go for the pin!

[SubtleRoar]

"NNggghh...ggaaahaa...~" *Bianca could barely believe it- What felt like moments ago, both women were barely exchanging casual glances at one another, and now it seemed as though the jovial jamaican was on the brink of getting ravaged by the same exact woman from earlier. As a million thoughts flooded her already overwrought mind, Bianca wasn't capable of summoning enough strength to resist Millie's voracious, sexual appetite, even if she wanted to. And, as if it was obvious enough to everyone both in attendance and watching at home, she had absolutely no intentions of stopping the sultry brit from conquering Bianca's comely physique, as she sprawled out the second Millie made her presence known.*

"ONE!"
"TWO!"
THREE!"

*Bianca's eyes fluttered, still in a state of both confusion and arousal, tentatively murmured through delicate gasps of pleasure.* "D..drinks..a..and cuddling..a..at my place..~" *She felt a flicker of excitement at the prospect of such a romantic evening. Perhaps she had misjudged Millie, and she couldn't be happier at making such a huge mistake.*

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Blank faced and without a hint of the flirty attitude she had previously shown to Bianca, Millie threw the Jamaican to the ground and swept in on top of her. The Briton had no intention of going easy on her opponent, even if the busty beauty showed no signs of offering any real resistance. It didn't matter if Bianca had just climaxed, or even if Millie was planning on asking her out over drinks later, for now the Briton was gunning for a win and didn't want to leave any opportunities for an eleventh hour recovery.

So Millie straddled her foe, pressed her weight down on the prone beauty, and yanked her leg back without a hint of mercy. There was no room to be embarrassed, no room to be considerate, she just had to focus on holding the pin. After that? After that she could be a bit more kind to her opponent.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!"

Millie let out a breath as the referee's hand hit the canvas for a third time. Her expression eased, body relaxed, and she let go of Bianca's leg, gently letting it fall back to the floor. Then, just as the Briton was turning to thank her opponent for the match, Bianca made a comment about drinks and cuddles, leaving the Briton blushing again. "I... Yeh, 'ah'd like tha'." She said, slipping into her natural accent once more.

"Le's..." She paused mid-statement, clearing her throat a little. "Let's get changed. Shall we?" She offered, climbing back up to her feet and offering a hand down to Bianca.

Winner: Millie Walker