Judy West vs Sabre

Pinfall only match. Pins count anywhere

Judy burst out before her music could even start, a split second after her entrance. She was dressed in her usual pink tights and skirt, muscular body posing and flexing girlishly for the crowd. She frollicked to the ring, beaming as always but with an actual reason this time. She heard she had a very fun opponent tonight, a downright "cave woman" they said. She knew she loved it whenever she matched up with savage girls, especially if her appetites were like what her reputation suggested. She blew some kisses as she walked backward into her corner and stretched out a bit.

Guns n Roses blared across the sound system, and Sabre appeared at the entrance ramp. Barefoot, she strode confidently towards the ring, arms slung casually behind the bone club tied to her waist. Her sculpted, Amazonian figure was covered only with two thin scraps of cloth, hanging over her chest and hips, though her face was hidden by her decorative skull mask. Only her mouth was visible, which spread into a smile as she reached the ring, and she felt a familiar thrill as she anticipated the upcoming fight.
Climbing eagerly into the ring, she untied the weapon at her waist and left it in the corner. She then removed the skull from her head, though her features remained disguised by a black eye mask, and carelessly ran both hands through her lank hair. Raising an arm to acknowledge the crowd, she gave an animal roar to the fans, making sure to bare her teeth, then turned to face her opponent.
At her first, distant glance, Sabre had been disappointed – clocking Judyâ€s pink attire and long blonde hair, sheâ€d almost mistaken her for another ‘doll-like girly girlâ€, the likes of which Sabre had brutally dispatched countless times. But soon her eyes focused on Judyâ€s impressive physique and, in particular, her extremely well-defined muscles. Sabre stared, slack-jawed, as she took in her powerful opponent. She seemed a more than worthy foe!
“Youâ€re a big girl...” she said, respectfully.
Impressed by her opponentâ€s body, Sabre reached out to touch Judyâ€s arm, simply wanting to feel if those muscles were as powerful as they looked...

Judy smiled as her foe entered, but it slowly dropped as she approached, letting her get a better look at the near nude, tall, barbaric looking woman. She was quiet as she thundered to the audience.

She licked her lips quietly as she stared at her. "Wow. I know I've had a wet dream just like this before," she said a little louder than needed, but not louder than intended. She saw the tan woman approach her with her hand outstretched, knowing the expression well and raising an arm to tense her bicep proudly.

"You ain't a stick yourself, gorgeous," she said with a wink, raising her free hand to take Sabre's forearm and try to raise it up slightly, urging her to flex similarly. "Come on. I showed you mine, so show me yours," she said impishly

“Uh, okay...” Having had a good feel of Judyâ€s powerful bicep, Sabre followed the blondeâ€s encouragement, posing with her own arm raised and smiling as she did so. Her own muscles were not quite as sculpted as her opponentâ€s, having been forged through a hard lifestyle rather than any specialised training, though Sabre was confident her lean body would possess as much strength. As she stretched before Judy, happily indulging her foe for now, she wondered what the pink-clad girl would make of her as an opponent... Slow-witted Sabre hadnâ€t picked up on the subtext of Judyâ€s wink, merely thinking that they were sizing each other up for the fight. “Wet dream?” she questioned, with a look of confusion, idly scratching her head.

Judy mouthed a little "Oooh," as she squeezed her opponent's bicep, feeling the hardened strength in them and already a step more aroused. Their hands parted and Judy grinned with sheer excitement as they stretched a bit more, reaching her arms back and arching her spine to tense her abs and thrust out her breasts, holding the ropes for balance when the bell sounded, shaking her head loosely and raising her hands eagerly for a grapple

Sabre watched her opponent carefully. As Judy shaped to fight, Sabre followed suit, her body tensing as she accepted the blondeâ€s grapple. By now the cavegirl had sensed her adversaryâ€s heightened arousal, and was wondering what to make of it – she was far more used to facing girls driven by arrogance, or fear, in the ring.
The wrestlers linked arms, Sabre not shy about pressing her large, firm breasts into Judyâ€s own.
“So, you think this fight will be fun for you?” she acknowledged with a coy smile.
Nevertheless Sabre had decided to focus on physical dominance rather than sexual, for the time being. The white-haired girl arced her back in the grapple, trying to seem as tall and imposing as possible. Despite being barefoot she did have a slight height advantage; with their heads together, Sabre was able to stare intently down at her foe from above, which she loved. She began to channel her strength through her arms, looking to put Judy to the test, ready for a prolonged upper-body battle if necessary...

"No thinking involved, honey," Judy said, not quite realizing the confession of her ignorance with the phrase. Judy's thick arms tightened and fortified themselves against Sabre's grappling, a bit startled by her intimidating stare but only a moment before it excited her again, biceps pulsing trying to her fend her off and loving it. She'd brace her feet farther apart instinctively, bending at the wrist to try and shove Sabre back with nothing short of brute force

Sabre exhaled sharply as Judy met her challenge, the blonde's colossal strength now pushing against her own. To the cavegirl's dismay she was forced back a few inches, but by summoning all her power she was able to halt Judy's slow advance, though just barely.
Now the girls were locked in a fierce, straining stalemate. It was certainly taking its toll on Sabre, who could feel her body heating rapidly and sweat prickling on her skin. The white-haired girl did not want to lose this opening test of strength, knowing that the winner of the brute-force battle would have a useful psychological edge.
She decided to gamble. Eyes blazing behind her mask, Sabre suddenly committed every ounce of her stength into one final push. Face nuzzling up against Judy's own, she emitted a low growl, her entire body now tense with the effort. She badly wanted to force Judy onto the back foot, and show the crowd who was best - but if this surge of strength failed, she would be badly drained and wide open to counterattack.

"Hmm," she grunted softly as she was halted, sweat marking her brawny shapely body. "Dang... I'm not used to fighting for this," she grunted. The nuzzle and the growl stimulated her further, but the push proved too much for her to endure so suddenly. She stumbled several steps back, losing her position rapidly before all but falling backward, jerking to try and maintain her footing but unable to stay up unless Sabre relented, wincing as her biceps screamed at her like squealing tires when the brakes hit too hard

As the two big beauties strained against each other, Sabre was relieved to feel some give in her opponentâ€s stance. Claiming the rewards of her gamble, Sabre flashed a triumphant grin at her struggling enemy, and shoved Judy onto her ass.
The cavegirl stood over the fallen blonde with her arms raised, milking her victory in the test of strength. Though this seemed like arrogant showboating, in reality Sabre was just buying a few seconds in which to recover her sapped energies, panting heavily. Though she still respected Judyâ€s immense strength, she couldnâ€t resist a quick taunt.
“Aww, pink girl tired? Need a sit down?” she mocked (somewhat hypocritically).
Sabre watched Judy carefully, as she probably had enough time to get back to her feet here. If she didnâ€t, Sabre would do it for her, hauling her roughly upright and setting her up for a suplex.