Major Malfunction! Bianca Valentine vs Millie Walker!

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"F..f...fantastic..t..then y..you c..can count on never being disappointed with me!" *She began to ruminate on that retort. While having made perfect sense upon conjuring it up, the level of execution wasn't where she had hoped it be.*

*Still, the enormous amount of momentum she had summoned was starting to bring out her competitive nature, which was clearly seen through her next move. By abusing the weight difference between the two of them, Bianca attempted to sit vertically upwards, applying a suprfulously large amount of pressure against Millie's ankle.*

"I..p..promise to m..make up for being so sadistic a..after the fight." *Miniscule amounts of empathy began pouring out, as the busty beauty started assertingher dominance over the irked Brit.*

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"G-Glad to hear..." Millie grunted out through gritted teeth, feeling the pressure that her buxom foe was applying on her. The Jamaican had certainly turned the tides on her. The Briton had thought she was taking the lead for a bit, but now here she was at the mercy of her foe... even if the busty beauty had been acting a bit weird.

The Briton's train of thought was cut off as Bianca sat straight up, causing Millie to let out a strangled, "Grngh..!" She jolted from the sheer pressure placed upon her ankle, squirming and reaching for Bianca's legs, full chest bouncing from the sudden movement.

"W...what are you... hitting on me...? Millie quipped back between small growls. She normally wouldn't show this playful a side with an opponent, but there was something about Bianca she just liked. That didn't mean she was going to take it easy on the Jamaican, though. Something she showed a moment later when she tried to roll the two of them closer to the ropes, reaching out and grasping for them in the hopes of some relief.

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"Gnnhhh!" *Obstinate on maintaining her auspicious position for as long as she possibly could, the dazzling amazon was physically forced sideways by Millie's sheer force of will.* "S..so what if I am? I..nhh..d..don't hear..y..you complaining about it!" *An honest, yet somewhat direct remark as Bianca knew her submission acumen wasn't nearly as high enough to keep the move locked in.*

*Tentatively recoiling her legs once Millie reached the ropes, the unrelenting resolve stewing within Bianca refused to be quelled by such a minor deterrence. The arduous climb up the ropes proved harder than expected in her current state, but somehow, she reached her feet.*

"T..time to m..make my mark.." *Her hushed muttering propelled her forward, shaky legs and all, to examine the damage she had inflicted upon Millie. It didn't appear to be too significant, but Bianca was determined to change that by throwing caution to the wind with a boot to the downed woman's back.*

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Millie didn't really have an answer to that one. Well, that wasn't entirely true, but anything she could say probably wouldn't be appropriate for the match. So instead the Briton focused on the match, her only reaction being her blush flaring up just a touch more than before. Insults she could take, friendliness and flirting? That was something she was unprepared for.

But at least things were going well on the match front. Somehow the Briton had somehow managed to roll both of them closer to the edge of the ring, giving her a chance to grab hold of the ropes. The relief when she felt Bianca's legs retract was enough to make the former pilot let out a sigh as she grabbed hold of the ropes and began to pull herself up.

But Bianca had managed to get to her feet first and wasn't about to let Millie get back up.

"Grnk!" The Briton grunted, falling against the ropes as the busty beauty's boot slammed into her back. Gritting her teeth, Millie spun herself about to face her opponent, her leg sweeping the ground as she sought to trip the Jamaican up and give herself enough time to climb back to her feet.

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*Success! The massive, size ten Bianca confidently wore swiftly connected, and the effects of it were immediate- Millie seemed to be at a stark disadvantage as it was, and Bianca had no qualms with delivering a nasty kick to remind her of that fact.*

*That is, until the unthinkable happened.* "W..wu...woah!" *Too blinded by her haughty strikes to keep a vigilant eye on her adversary, something she was sure Jess would undoubtedly scold her for later, Bianca took a devastating tumbleto the mat below.*

*As she felt herself going on a one way collision course with the canvass, her instinctual urge saw her reach forward and grasp the closest thing to her. Unfortunately for Millie, that just so happened to be her plump pair of feminine plumage.*

*In the blink of an eye, the jamacian's clumsiness had just cost Millie her conservative values.* "Rrrrrip!" *Realizing all too late what she had done, Bianca floundered about with a reddened face of both shock and infatuation on her face.* "O..oh crap! I..u..uuh..I..holy shit!"

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Millie's leg sweep did just the thing, taking the busty beauty by surprise and sending her tumbling down towards the mat. After the boot to the back, that felt good. So good that Millie couldn't help but smirk a little as she heard her opponent cry out. Then the Briton grabbed at the ropes again and started to pull herself back up to her feet.

Until the Jamaican's hand reached out and dragged her back down. Millie grunted, grabbed hold of the ropes, and tried to hold her ground. And for a second, it seemed like it was going to work. But only for a second.

RRRRRRIIIIIIIIP!

The Briton was surprised that she was still on her feet, having not realized what had just happened for a moment. Then a slow realization dawned on her. At first it was just a realization that her chest felt oddly cold. But then her gaze shifted down towards her chest and she noticed the torn fabric that had been covering herself. Shirt, bra, it was all torn away leaving her breasts out in the open air. Some might have been impressed. Millie was not.

Closing her eyes, Millie pushed the explosion of cheers from the crowd out of her mind. She just had to keep her stoic expression, she had to keep that. She had to...

Aw, sod it.

Eyes snapping open, the Briton's face turned beet red as she glared at Bianca, fists shaking as she spoke, "What. The. FECK?!"

Rushing towards the Jamaican, Millie immediately grabbed at the Jamaican's top, trying to yank her up and tear the outfit simultaneously. She would be damned if she was the only one walking around with her tits out in this match.

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"I..r..r..really..i..it wasn't...!" *Her profuse, verbal fumbling continued ad nauseum as the crowd continued to rabidly shout and howl in both amazement and awe at what had transpired. Bianca couldn't believe how quickly everything had spiraled out of control, but deep within her sordid mind, she couldn't rebuff the urge to take a quick peek at Millie's perfectly sculpted melons.*

"Woah..you..h..have a g..gorgeous pair..." *A nervous sentence from a nervous woman, Bianca felt her entire voice quake with an indescribably enticed tone . She could see a trickle of blood drip from her nostrils, but given the view, she wasn't too quick to rectify the situation.*

*And before she realized it, her vulnerable state had been capitalized upon by the enraged brit, having furiously torn the fabric from her onesie.* "GAAAH! Y..YOU..!" *A burst of energy shot through Bianca, breaking her dazed trance as she felt a rush of frigid air wafted over her already erect nipples.*

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Bianca's verbal fumbling between what sounded like an attempt at an apology and nervously complimenting the Briton's chest didn't make Millie any less angry. Instead, it transformed Millie's expression of righteous anger into a red-faced look of pure rage as she seemed focused on glaring holes through the Jamaican's head.

But that rage cooled just a touch as she achieved her objective, tearing the fabric on Bianca's onesie, and freeing the larger woman's impressive chest. Millie couldn't help but watch as the pair bounced out, trying her best to ignore the wild cheering of the crowd at the sight of two bare-chested women in the ring. Likewise, she found herself doing her damndest to not stare at her foe's beautiful breasts, or be otherwise distracted by the busty beauty.

"Yeah. Me." Millie growled back. The Briton forced herself to look Bianca in the face, her lips were pulled back in a snarl, teeth bared as she glared Bianca in the eyes, standing tall as she tried to size the larger woman up and hopefully intimidate her. However, she couldn't manage to fully suppress her appreciation of the Jamaican's assets, silently cursing as she felt her erect nipples betray her.

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"Ggrrrhhhhh....~" *The unusually frigid air wasn't doing her pointed nipples any favors, but Bianca did manage to notice one thing through her enraged state- It seemed as if her opponent had latent feelings towards her, just as she did. Such a revelation flattered Bianca more than anything, which inevitably lead the exposed jamaican to send a flirtatious piece of banter Millie's way.* "You have quite an impressive pair of breasts. I..It's a real shame that you don't whip them out more often."

*Silently hoping this would divert her attention for a short while, Bianca charged forward, breasts blithely bouncing in the wind, before attempting to overtake Millie with a flying shoulder tackle. If proven to be effective, this would lead her to set up for her kingston kick- Something that wouldn't technically qualify as sexy, but would finally turn the tide of the match in her direction.*

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The flirt took a lot of wind out of Millie's sails. Bianca had completely ignored her attempts at intimidation and locked on to her latent attraction. The Briton's eyes went wide as she recoiled just a little, blush flaring up. "W-W-What?" She stammered, blinking and instinctively trying to cover her bare breasts.

This distraction proved to be just what Bianca was counting on though, and left Millie completely unprepared to take on what came next. "Hrk!" The Briton was sent stumbling back from a flying shoulder tackle, breasts giving a nice, big jiggle from the impact of the blow. Then, just as she was starting to recover and get back on her feet, the Kingston Kick came, sending the Briton reeling. Stumbling, the former pilot stumbled, then fell forwards grabbing onto Bianca's outfit as she desperately tried to recover, somehow.