Culinary Clash!! - Hooters VS. McNallys~

Haruka breathed out a sigh of relief when the bucking rodeo on her chest apparently came to a sudden halt. The blue-haired Hoot resigned herself to resting up against the corner before Bonnie clamped down on her cranium, still wedged tightly between the Texan's steely toned legs.

"Hnngh!!" Haru's reddened face scrunched up with muffled groans reverberating directly into Bonnie's crotch, the tightening thigh muscles blotting out the audience's cheers. Scrambling from the pressure caused her sneakerd feet to scrape against the canvas with her hands clawing at Bonnie's legs and backside until the ref finally broke up the corner beatdown.

The spunky Hoot was now decidedly less energetic and spirited, laying deflated and humiliated against the bottom turnbuckle with trace amounts of spittle at the corner of her panting mouth. With one hand grasping the bottom rope, Haru would use that grip like a tethered lifeline to tug and slowly crawl herself out of that corner and in the general direction of her partner's extended hand far off in the distance.

Seeing the spunky fighter all worn out had Bonnie blush just faintly, still feeling a total turn on from the girl's muffled groans vibrating against her crotch. "Ufff..." Bonnie huffed, resisting the urge to scratch an 'itch' that Haru had given her.

Seeing Haru trying to reach her partner, Bonnie wasted no time going after her. "Not this time, hun." She said as she tried to grab Haru's head and stuff it between her thighs, giving her a firm squeeze before trying to guide the poor girl back to the center of the ring, giving her ass a hard swat as she prepared to finish off The Hoot with her patented Piledriver.

"Mngh..." Haru groaned when her blatant attempt to tag in her partner was outright denied when Bonnie grabbed her by her cerulean roots and wedged her head between her legs. The Hoot stumbled and nearly tripped over her own feet as she was guided back to the center of the ring, yelping loudly when the Texan spanked her orange-jeaned rump to the cheering delight of the crowd.

Gnashing her teeth and having had her fill of being stuffed between Bonnie's legs and being smacked in the ass without her consent, Haru fed off her own adrenaline fueled frustration by clasping the back of Bonnie's knees and tugging them forward to have the Texan fall flat on her back. After shifting her hands up to Bonnie's ankles and spreading her legs wide-open, Haru sported her own mischievous grin down towards her opponent.  

"We goin down where?~..." Haru ominously teased before dropping down to deliver a crunching headbutt to Bonnie's crotch. The Hoot once again finding her face stuffed against Bonnie's mound, but she didn't think the Texan would enjoy it so much this time around.

Bonnie was ready to finish her rookie foe off with one well placed piledriver that was expected to go all according to plan before she felt the back of her knees suddenly tugged out from under her!

"G-Gaah!" Bonnie howled as she flopped onto her back, hitting the canvas roughly as she nursed the back of her head after her skull bounced, allowing her foe to easily grasp her ankles, spread them and.....

"OOOUGH!!!" Bonnie's eyes bulged out of her sockets as she felt Haru's head... Face... She wasn't sure, just drop right into her crotch. Bonnie immediately turtled up as the crowd gasped at such an underhanded move! Leaving the Texan flat on the mat, nursing her crotch as the ref girl went over to Haru and scolded her for the for the cheap shot. Giving her a warning with a stern finger in her face!

Haru's flustered face spent a few delirious seconds nuzzled up into the Texan's all too familiar nethers, a slight smile on her face before Bonnie's turtling up dislodged her head and inadvertently caused her to flip over to lay on her back. Her limbs sprawled to her sides while the referee was chastising her from on high.

"...*giggle*...worth it..." Haru uttered in response to the ref's finger wagging. Rolling over to her side with a wincing groan, Haru would gradually pick herself up to her hands and knees. The aches in her chest from the earlier stomps had taken the wind out of her sails, leading to a lethargically slow crawl to her corner.

A rhythmic clap would sound off from the Hoots fans in the audience, urging Haru onward to tag in her eager partner who was extending her hand as far out as she could muster. The blue haired Hoot eventually making a leaping dive to tag in her partner who would climb through the ropes as fast as she could!!

The referee was a rookie. It turns out the move was actually completely legal.

"Nhhh~" Bonnie flushed deeply, biting her lip and shutting her eyes tight as she felt Haru's face pressing deeply against her crotch that had been struck and now teased.

Bonnie wished it wasn't legal began her crotch was burning and she was downright furious. Being taken off guard and wounded by a, what she felt was a cheap shot by the rookie that she had been working over. The blushing Bonnie wanted to fight some more but as she lifted her head she saw Haru going for the tag, Bonnie knew to be wise and turned over on her stomach, crawling desperately to Duffy as her crotch ached with pain, getting about halfway there before she suddenly stood on her knees and dove for Duffy's hand to tag in her partner!

"G-Go!"

Duffy had been itching to get back into the ring with everything that was going on and when her fellow countrywoman was tagged, Duffy began screaming to will her partner closer. When her hand was finally slapped, Duffy bent her knees and jumped over the top rope with enthusiasm.

"Let's fuckin go!"

She hit the canvas running and with two quick steps practically leaped the distance to try and catch Cait with a driving tackle and to put the busty Hoot onto her back.

Feeding off the adrenaline fueled intoxication of the moment, and having been given enough time for her battered bust to recoup, Cait sprinted straight towards the center of the ring with just as much vigor as her fellow Scot. Witnessing her fiery opponent's bull charge straight towards her compelled Cait to do the exact same thing.

Though rather than a flying tackle, Cait attempt to meet Duffy head on with an extremely stiff shoulder tackle, the grey haired Hoot straightening her leg behind her and banking on the fact that Duffy may have been bitten off more than she could chew by attempting to use brute force against someone who had a few inches extra height and 35 pounds of extra mass to her curvy frame over Duffy.

"Hyahh!!"

With both girls having the same idea, there was a spectacular crash in the middle of the ring when the two unstoppable forces met. Duffy grunted as she smashed into Cait and without her feet planted, she was hurled to the side and rolled onto her back, groaning a bit as she stared up at the bright arena lights with a bright grin on her face that was occassionally interrupted with a wince as her head throbbed.

"Oy, lassie!" Duffy barked. "It was like runnin into a fat heifer!" The Scot said and laughed, not even trying to hide the insult one bit. "Next time lead wit ye'r udders so I 'ave somethin ta bounce offa!"

Recoiling briefly from the thunderous clash of fiery Scots, Caitlyn winced from the soreness in her arm where Duffy collided. The Hoot keeping her wavering vertical balance due mainly from the fact she kept her feet firmly planted to better withstand Duffy's diving tackle. Though Caitlyn couldn't help but chuckle herself right along with Duffy when the ornery Scot apparently still had the wherewithal for a few wisecracking comments about her busty weight.

"...*giggle*...Well, the night is still young, so I'll make sure to keep that in mind for next time...But whatsay you and I go for a ride in the meantime~..." Cait teased before reaching down to hook both of Duffy's ankles under her arms, hoisting her upside down and winking down at the overturned Scot. After a slow and steady build up, Cait's spinning cycle would start to pick up with dizzying speed until Duffy was elevated to practically waist length!!

"1!...2!...3!..."

A cheering audience counting down every rotation in the giant swing before Cait's own sense of vertigo kick in around the eighth spin, the grey haired Hoot slowing down considerably before releasing Duffy to flop a few feet away.