When the Giantesses Clash! Radmilla and Aniek VS. Kozlova and Diabolica (featuring HaraMiya and TheRacker)

"Gah~!"

Miroslava grunted out in pain when the knee came down atop her leg, wincing in pain before biting it back and beginning to change her game plan. Or rather, she began to before Radmilla moved in for the 'kill' by taking hold of her injured leg and wrapping herself around it, grinding up agains the firm muscle lewdly even as she hooked the ankle. Pain shot up Kozlova's limb but she was too close to the ropes and to her partner to even begin considering tapping out to the submission hold.

That didn't mean she had a bit of trouble ahead of her though~!

First thing was to relieve the pressure on her leg and there was only one recourse for that, ceasing to strain and pull futilely at the larger woman's grip and instead beginning to rock back and forth on the mat. Her massive breasts shook from side to side as Kozlova got the momentum to flip over onto her stomach, taking some of the pressure off of her leg by rotating it to fit more properly with the position the Czech woman had put it in.

"I think...you underestimate..me..!" the Russian woman snarls as she drags herself into her team's corner but doesn't go for the tag. Diabolica would likely tag herself in after all and it was far better to enact a brief form of revenge on Radmilla which she accomplished by attempting, clumsily, to reverse the hold. A submission expert Kozlova was not but that didn't mean she couldn't imitate a legend by grabbing hold of one of Radmilla's feet and throwing her own leg over top of it in a crude approximation of a figure four leglock. It wasn't pretty and it wouldn't last for long...but hopefully it would hold Radmilla vulnerable on the mat while Diabolica would be able to get a few good hits in!

"Oh? This is no figure four dear!" Radmilla's voice was one of imposing calm and confidence but here there was a feral excitement. She was laughing at her attempt to reverse the hold - the way their legs were tangled up wouldn't mean she could reverse the hurt so easily. Nonetheless, she had the strength to momentarily disorient her towering opponent, putting both tits-down onto the mat. The audience got to see how their bountiful bosoms seemingly pressed them up on the mat.

Radmilla normally loved to drag out her holds, tenderizing her opponent's limbs and body's until they were appropriately soft and putty-like. However, just as she was ready to escape, the Russian had another idea. One of the Czech's legs went over the other before an imperial leg pressed down on her ankle, bending it against her own mighty limb. Radmilla sucked in a hissed and glared at Kozlova yet there was no hate in it; her eyes were red and intense, but if anything, she looked more eager now.

"You are the first woman to try and defeat my legs here!" she called out, teeth clenched. "I applaud your bravery but I warn you, you shall need more than a beginner's technique!"

Oh it hurt alright; the principles of pain such a lock rested on worked on everyone. However, with thighs like tree trunks the Czech wasn't going to tap easily. Slamming her palms down and pushing against the mat. Her mighty biceps flexed as she attempted to pull along the weight of her white haired enemy. If she was able to be successful, she would suddenly flip over and attempt to use the reversal Kozlova had tried earlier. She'd proudly arch her body up and send her her legs crushing down into Kozlova's, aiming to continue her leg torments and leave her mobility damaged.

Diabolica was ready to tag her partner in, but it seemed that Miroslava managed to turn battle in her favour. And what was better was that she managed to drag both wrestlers in their corner. Diabolica pull her arm back after Kozlova managed to secure leg lock on her opponent. There wasn't much danger at the moment, since they were pretty close which allowed Mexican to tag out her partner or just interfere a little if things will go in wrong direction.

Instead of taging, Diabolica decided to do some damage while being out of the ring. Seeing Radmilla trying to get back up, Mexican put one leg between the ropes in the ring to land a kick or two on her. It should at least make opponent performing her move bit harder, if not allowing her teammate keeping her down on mat.

After referee saw what happened, he rushed to corner and start warning Diabolica that what she did is not allowed in fight. She backed off from the fight, but kept on arguing with referee in order to distract him from fight a little.

Just as she was about to raise her body and make Miroslava's legs feel like they'd break, a sharp force smashed into her sides and Radmilla lost focus. She didn't need to look to see given that the force sent her rolling away, every shot feeling like a gunshot against her thick muscle. Splayed out on the mat, she punched down and forced herself up, almost leaping to a standing position.

She looked daggers into the eyes of Diabolica, her emerald eyes looking dark green and smouldering. She could have said something but that glare was her scream and her shout. Diabolica was looking after her teammate but to use such low tactics? It ignited the European's fiery, aristocratic pride and she pointed a finger at her like a condemnation. I'll crush you slow and with pleasure - there was a hint of sadism in that creeping smile on her lips.

If Miroslava had not gotten away however, she would suddenly find herself being grabbed by Radmilla and attempted to be dragged away from the ropes towards the centre of the ring. Attempting to emphasize what the match was really about, the Czech would attempt to grab Miroslava's wrists as she knelt down and quickly cover her with her whole body. She wasn't quite pressing down as if to crush but the Russian would be able to feel the tensed muscles and gigantic breasts squishing onto her own - Radmilla's were much denser than Miroslava's and would sink in like stones.

If she was secured underneath, she would give Diabolica that same look but with a more pleasured expression - Just for you, I'll give you a taste of what I can do~.

The General's opinion on Diabolica's actions is obvious with just a look at her smirking face, pride in the success of the underhanded tactic that was quickly replaced by a look of dismay when the luchadore didn't follow it up by tagging in to take things over~! A snarl twists her features as she pulls herself up to her feet despite the pain in her legs and turns to face the Czech titan that seemed determined to keep her down on the mat but the Russian was ready this time.

When Radmilla went to grab her wrists, Miroslava fell backwards and between the top two ropes, hoping to pull her opponent tight up against them with her arms pulled between them by the wily Russian. It was definitely more flexible than the General appeared to be and if Radmilla fell for the trap she would find the black-haired beauty's meaty legs wrapping about one of her own and pressing against the back of the knee, seeking to keep Radmilla from getting the leverage needed to extract herself from her predicament. It wouldn't help matters that it was the Russian's turn to lewdly grind her crotch along the other woman's muscular thigh but the real problem was the slap that would echo around the ring when Miroslava's free hand crashes down atop Diabolica's buttocks to tag the big Mexican in.

"Stop underestimating me~! You are not the first opponent I've faced that is larger than me~!"

Pride went before the fall, which in this case was a gigantic Czech woman crashing down onto a smaller Russian one. Her arms were were caught between the two hardbodies and flexed with a monstrous strength. Yet now her own muscle-based weight kept her pressed down and with two legs squeezing her own, even with her superior strength, she was the one under control! She kicked and pushed against the mat, struggling like a trapped bull. Miroslava could feel strength radiating outwards as she pushed and attempted to throw herself away, but she had the strength to retain her in place!

Radmilla huffed back a sigh as her meaty thigh was given a suggestive massage and she flexed it in place, pushing forwards in some desperate attempt to crush her back. Her furious expression hid her apprehension knowing that even if they were lesser women, a tag-attack would be devastating.

"Say that without your friend to call for help! I have made so-called titans beg to be my playthings!" She snarled, throwing Diabolica a similarly harsh look.

"Squirm for me Radmilla," Miroslava gloated when the Czech woman crashed down atop her and found herself trapped between the ropes in a position where her strength meant so very little. A tiny, aggressive Vietnamese woman had taught this lesson a few years back that muscles didn't count for as much if the victim was unable to get any leverage. The difference was that Kozlova was woman of similar height, weight, and strength so she was able to ride out the Czech's rage far better than her otherwise forgotten opponent had been able to.

Tag made, she reinforced her hold of Radmilla's flexing arms and thigh, even as the crowd hooted and hollered at the sight of the General's massive tits slipping free of her sling bikini to wobble into the open. Not that Kozlova bothered to fix her 'outfit' in such a precarious position! "The more you fight the tighter I'll hold you until your screaming out for more~!"

She whispered the last part so that just her partner and current opponent could hear, giving a lewd lick of her lips at the implications of what she said. Of course she only had a five count to hold onto Radmilla at the moment, but hopefully Diabolica capitalized on this tag so her embarrassment wasn't for naught!

Diabolica noticed her parner smirk and just shruged and smiled in return. She was a heel after all and will go with dirty tricks every now and than to achieve the goal. It didn't take long until Diabolica was taged in with Miroslava keep firmly holding their opponent. Admitidly, it was very nice and pleasurable view when watching her parner breasts slipping out, but now wasn't a place or time for that. Mexican wasted no time and get straight into ring when feeling the palm over her thigh.

She went and joined them down on mat straight away, taking on Radmilla's other leg. She wraped both legs around opponents free one and grabed ankle with her hands. She would start squeezing the leg, while bending her ankle on a side. Double teaming - even for just couple of seconds was pretty good and effective way to dish out some more damage and not only weakening their opponent, but also making her harder to move around and tag her partner in.

The responded with a spiteful huff before she briefly grimaced. A pair of powerful pythons wrapped on her Slavic anacondas and crushed muscle to muscle. Radmilla's thighs flexed and responded with a wall of muscly strength, challenging Diabolica to try and crush by pure force. Yet the latina heavyweight was smart, combining it with an ankle lock that made her foot burn with pain. Her own muscles twitched just a little but she wasn't going to let a simple leg scissor defeat her titanic thighs this early. Her pride burned less so at the thought of the ankle lock but the leg scissor.

She was the queen of leg power.

"Unnnnh, you think I am impressed by this flab you call muscle?" She snarled before attempting to twist her leg however little she could inside Diabolica's grip. She'd try to get their inner thigh flesh to rub together for a frictiously hard, erotic rub. Likely not enough to break the hold but her pride wouldn't let her be seen as a lesser woman.

When the torture finished, Radmilla would press her palms against Diabolica and attempt to push off of her, rolling away. She wasn't about to tag in, not after that. Ignoring Aniek's concerned look, the she-giant stomped down on the mat and off towards her masked opponent.

"At long last we meet on fair terms!" She bellowed. Throwing her arms forward, she would attempt to bring both down in an overhead smash on her shoulders to stun her for a grab.

Diabolica was keep holding Radmila's ankle with legs wraped around one of her own. She had strong legs indeed and this kind of attacks were perfect to weaken opponent strengths. Mexican felt squirming and strugling, but this only caused her to hold and twist the ankle even stronger "Your strong legs finally met a competition, eh?" She noticed that Radmilla tried rubing their thighs together in order to escape, but this wasn't that simple.

"Oh, so you want to rub thighs together?" Diabolica smiled and return the favour and began grinding her thighs to Radmilla's as well. She was still carefull enough, not to let opponent slip away, hence she was keep bending Czech ankle and securing big leg between her own's. Diabolica didn't plan to let Radmilla go; she would either had to tap out or fight her way out of it. She choosed latter and tried to push Mexican heel away. It was enough for her leg to got free, but ankle was still traped in Diabolicas hands. Noticing that Radmilla is escaping, she gave few last twists before Czech maneged to tug her leg off while rolling away.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Diabolica grined in response while getting back on her feet. And noticing that Radmilla opted to fight instead of tag partner in brought even bigger smile on her face. It's easier to fight her right now, since Aniek is fresh wrestler. Maybe she's staying in ring because wanting revenge for dirty move earlier - if that's that case, Diabolica's plan definitely worked as she planed.

But it was legs that hurt Radmilla and Diabolica felt that she still got some energy left. It wasn't enough to get stunned when getting smashed down on ground, but the move gave Radmilla just enough time to grab her. But diabolica won't just lay still. She imidiately start squirming and reaching for same ankle she was holding before.