Wet and Messy Softcore Title Match: Alyssa Blank (C) Vs. Mazzie Lashley

It wasn't exactly the most surprising result. Of course this was a bad idea, it was a softcore move. Alyssa almost facepalmed when she had her ass grabbed by Mazzie, a mixed groan of pleasure and pain leaving her lips. Oh, so that's how she wanted to play it?

As her enemy crushed her rather tender buttocks, the Bomber applied a claw of her own to Mazzie's chest. It would be a test to see who had the most sensitive spots!

"Mmmppphmmm!"

Mazzie cried into Alyssa's bust as her tit was mauled. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes as her tits were clawed. As much as she hated it, she redoubled her efforts and raked her fingers even deeper into Alyssa's butt, trying to give what she was given while she bucked her hips and tried to reverse their positions.

"I ain't lettin' go until you do!" Alyssa forced out through clenched teeth, a mad smile on her face as she continued to bear down on her fellow Canadian. "Enjoy the pain while it lasts. It'll get worse from here on out!"

The two of them were just raking at each other now, far from the thrill of punching and slamming that the Bomber was used to. Still, she had to defend her title the proper way, if only to show this upstart that she was the better wrestler! As Mazzie tried to reverse their positions, Alyssa shifted her weight to try and pin the well endowed girl's shoulders. This would not hold for long, but she had a plan for what would come next!

"Fphck hyu!"

Mazzie screamed into Alyssa's chest. She dug her fingers into Alyssa's ass even more just out of spite. When she felt her shoulders being pinned down and the bikini clad ref slid into the coconut milk and made her first count, the blonde shook her damp locks.

"ONE!"

Getting angry, Mazzie opened her mouth and bit down as hard as she could digging her teeth into the perky budding tit.

Mazzie losing her composure was a minor victory for Alyssa, though she soon regretted it as she had her breast savaged by her fellow Canadian's teeth. How quick the tides were to turn when she was the one being assaulted like that! She flailed and yelled, resisting the urge to let this bite continue as she tried to open up Mazzie's jaws. When that failed, she finally gave in to a different sort of urge and moved one her to hook her enemy's nostrils.

If violence was what she wanted, violence is what she'd get!

"Hnnnnhh!?"

Mazzie's eyes widened when Alyssa's fingers intruded into her nose. She'd been the victim of plenty of odd attacks but this one was something knew. At first it was wholly unpleasant and invasive, confusing her and throwing her off kilter until her head was yanked up by the nostrils.

She released the tit in her mouth and flailed just from the onslaught of pain and confusion. She was not sure how to react to what was being done to her except to kick and flail and try to force Alyssa off of her.

The look on Alyssa's face when Mazzie reacted in pain was nothing short of ecstatic. Instantly, her foul mood dissipated. This was going to be a lot more pleasurable than she thought it'd be! With a flushed laugh, she moved off of her enemy, wounded but in better spirits than she was before. Once she was at a safe distance away, she raised her hands, flipping Mazzie off with great glee.

"Come on, Maz. You want to fight me on my own level? It'll be impossible with those udders weighing you down!"

Mazzie scrambled through the liquid and hopped up when she was some distance from Alyssa. She thrust her sore tits out proudly and narrowed her eyes at the champ. "I don't know what the fuck that was, but me and these tits are going to fuck you up, skank!" Mazzie growled.

"If you want to get dirty, I can get dirty." Mazzie said and stepped towards Alyssa cautiously. As much as she wanted to wreck the girl, she was wary of what Alyssa could do and one slip up and she might literally slip up and fall into the coconut milk which already coated her bikini clad body.

Alyssa liked her prey more when they had some attitude, though there was a note of unease in her mind. As invincible as she felt, the slight fatigue setting in directly countered her high. If she fucked around too much, and not in the way she liked, she'd be sucking coconut milk while Maz had her number. Her approach was similarly cautious as she edged towards her enemy, taking on a low grappling stance that constrained her advance.

Soon, they were almost within arm's length, and she had no idea what would happen. Best case scenario was taking Mazzie to the ground and start drowning her, but that was flagrantly against the spirit of softcore. Exactly what could she do that wouldn't be expected? The gears in Alyssa's head could almost be seen churning as she tried to think through her actions. Clearly, her insanity left her at a disadvantage here.

Once they were close, Mazzie lunged at Alyssa as cautiously as she could. She threw her hands up towards the champ's head. Though she was no wrestler by traditional standards,she would try and grab Alyssa's head into something approximating a headlock to try and force Alyssa back into her deep cleavage.

She felt liek smothering was the way to go. Her best assets were her biggest ones. She always believed that. Plus, she had a plan beyond just a simple smother if she could secure the lock.