Now Kiss Match. The Goddesses vs The Heartbreakers

Mizuki groaned under Bastet, hearing the catgirl gloat about how she and her partner were going to win only made Purple more furious. Now that she had her legs wrapped around Bastet at least the catgirl couldn't continue slamming herself on top of Mizuki. Bastet wasn't just big but also knew how to use her size to her advantage, and quickly moving from slamming herself on top of Mizuki to rubbing her bigger tits on top of Mizuki's tits.

"AGGHH! STOP DOING THAT!" Muziki yelled as she felt how the catgirl's huge tits pressed against her own, crushing them and engulfing them completely. Mizuki's breasts weren't small by any standard, but they just couldn't hold their ground against Bastet's melons. Mizuki's cute face turned bright red and she looked at Bastet with unrestrained fury; she stretched her legs, interlocking her ankles and began to squeeze as hard as she could against the catgirl's sides. At the same time Mizuki moved her hands to the catgirl's head, putting one against her chin and the other on the back of her head to start twisting Bastet neck to make her face to the side, trying to hurt her opponent some way to make her pay for this humiliation.

Despite the tight squeeze that the purple-haired cutie was putting on her, Bastet refused to get off, and kept wiggling from side to side, rubbing her chest humiliatingly against the smaller orbs of her opponent. “Aww…do you really want me to stop?” Bastet replied, tilting her head and giving the purple-haired wrestler a questioning, gently mocking look. “Normally girls like this sort of treatment, you know.”

She grunted as Mizukiâ€s legs tightened. Even though she was small, she did have quite a bit of power stored up in those limbs, and it really was starting to hurt Bastetâ€s midsection. At the same time, the girl grabbed onto her head and started twisting her head to the side. Bastet winced. Now that hurt! “Stop that this instant!” Bastet insisted, grabbing onto her opponentâ€s wrists and trying to pull them away from her head.

Mizuki's cute face turned bright red when she heard the catgirl's teasing her. As much as she hated to think about it she couldn't deny that her nipples were hardening after all the breasts on breasts rubbing that Bastet was giving her. But the only answer the catgirl got was a growl from Mizuki and another hard squeeze, and a harder push on the head.

Mizuki smile hearing the discomfort in Bastet's voice and she did exactly the opposite of what the catgirl wanted, squeezing hard and twisting the girl's neck some more as she tried to force Bast to roll to her side so she would no longer be under the catgirl. "You are about to get a lesson in pain, dumbass!" Mizu yelled as she tried to roll all the way to get on top of Bastet and straddle her.

Mizuki did not let up. Bastet grunted as her purple-haired foe did the exact opposite of what she had demanded, putting even more pressure on her midsection with those short yet strong legs and twisting her head back and forth even harder. The scissor hold Bastet could survive. The twisting of her head, and all the stress it was putting on her neck, was significantly more annoying. “Ow,” Bastet groaned. “Ow. Ow! Stop it!” The cat-eared Goddess tried to grab her opponentâ€s hands and pull them away from her head, but before she could do that, Mizuki made a big move. She jerked Bastetâ€s head hard to one side, and the Goddess suddenly found herself on the bottom, with her small opponent straddling her.

"Damn right!" Mizuki yelled as she got on top of the catgirl. It had taken a lot of effort and she had to trade her scissors hold for the straddling but now she was on top and in control. "Way to go, Purple... now punish her!" Noir cheered excited from her corner, clapping at her partner. Ava knew fighting against girls this big was going to be difficult, and it was a great start to see Purple finally on top.

Mizuki took a second to breathe deeply and then let go of Bastet head to quickly grab the girl's left arm and pull it up with both hands. Mizuki quickly maneuvered on top of the catgirl, letting herself fall to the side as she brought her legs up and tried to put them over Bast's big breasts, scissoring the catgirl's arms in an attempt to trap her with a classic arm bar.

Bastet was now on the bottom, straddled by her spunky smaller opponent. While it was not quite as bad as being stuck beneath an opponent of similar size, she could not afford to take this predicament lightly. “Let go of my hair!” she demanded again, growling and writhing beneath her smaller opponentâ€s weight. Mizuki acquiesced, but only in order to reposition herself. As her purple-haired foe slid to the side, Bastet would try to roll away, but she would be caught before she could do so. “Hhhrnk!” she grunted, as her opponentâ€s lithe legs wrapped around her arms and laid across her chest as Mizuki put her in an armbar.

“Come on, Little Sister!” Anubis implored from their corner of the ring.

Bastet would kick her legs, trying to force Mizuki to release her. With her free arm, she would slap at the smaller wrestlerâ€s legs, trying to force her to let go.

"What is the matter, big girl?" Mizuki teased as she leaned back pulling on Bastet's arm as hard as she could, trying to really punish that arm and shoulder. "Am I being too rough with you?" Purple smiled happily as she worked the arm, clinging to it while she endured Bastet's slaps. Mizuki hugged the catgirl's arm tightly against her body, not paying much mind to how it ended up trapped between her perky breasts. Mizuki wanted to stay as long as possible on Bastet's arm to wear down the bigger girl.

"You have her, Mizu-san!" Noir would yell from her corner, clapping her hands excited as her partner was still in control but she was starting to grow restless and impatient; she wanted a piece of the action too. "Come on Mizu... time to tag!"

Bastetâ€s arm was starting to ache. Deep inside her elbow joint, something felt like it was wrong, like it was being bent or pulled out of shape, and even if the mental image of it that Bastet had did not reflect what was actually happening inside her arm, it would drive her crazy for quite some time to come. Bastet kept on smacking at Mizuki with her free arm, but the smaller wrestler did not seem keen on letting her go. “Ugh…damn…” Bastet groaned, as she would continue her efforts to free herself.

Anubis, watching from the Goddesses†corner, did not like what she was seeing. While Bastet had only been just put into the armbar, it still looked like Bastet was in tremendous pain. She wanted to get her sister out of the hold, but there was nothing she could do so long as the action was going on in the center of the ring. “Come on, Little Sister!” she implored, hoping that her younger sibling could think of something that would be smart enough to free her.

"You can tap out, dumb cat! Oh wait, you can't" Mizuki teased, enjoying so much to have the bigger girl in so much trouble. She pulled Bastet's arm and wiggled a bit from side to side to make things worse for her opponent, confident that she could keep the catgirl trapped like this for as long as she wanted. But then she heard Ava calling her and, although she didn't liked the idea much, she knew it was the right thing to do. She could use a rest and Ava also deserved to play with the cat too.

Mizu gave Bastet's arm one last hard pull and then unlocked her legs around Bastet, keeping hold of the girl's arm as she stood up. "Up up, dumb cat-slut!" Mizu teased as she tries to force her opponent up and then, taking three steps to the side, Mizu will pull of Bast's arm with both of hers, truing to Irish whip the catgirl right into the corner were Ava would be waiting for her.

Bastet was more annoyed than hurt, but she was plenty of both. It was a simple hold, but it was a difficult one to get out of, and her size advantage over Mizu didnâ€t really give her much of an edge in trying to force her way out of the armbar. She continued to struggle, though, with Anubis giving her some encouragement from the sidelines as the hold grew longer and longer.

Finally, her smaller foe grew tired of keeping her in the armbar and got up onto her feet, pulling Bastet up with her. The Goddess had half a mind to strike back right now, with everything she had. But she decided to be strategic. She would allow her opponent to sling her into the ropes where her partner was waiting, ready to tag in and abuse the feline Goddess some more. But Bastet had other plans. As she was thrown into the ropes—and into the clutches of Ava—Bastet would thrust her head forward, trying to headbutt the other smaller girl, stun her, and hopefully give her team the advantage once again.