Best Breast Challenge! Mazzie Lashley Vs. Sally Brown

Mazzie stayed turtled in a ball as she was able to roll onto her stomach. She wasn't afraid of Sally, that was for sure. How could she be afraid of a giant cow? But she definitely had to admit that if Sally were just going to bully her with her strength, then things might go from incredibly ease to just regular easy and Mazzie didn't want that at all.

She did have an idea though and she kept looking to see what Sally might do. If the girl wasn't going to back down, she'd feel exactly what it was like to eat a face full of titties. She growled like a cat when Sally yanked her by the arm and leg and tried to flip her over but she didn't resist. She let herself be flipped and when she was on her back, she shot her free leg forward, springing it upward from its coiled position to shove her foot as hard as she could into Sally's tit and mash it into Sally's face! Now Mazzie would get to see how SHE liked it!

Sally let out a grunt of surprise, not expecting that from Mazzie. She reeled backwards, dazed momentarily from the impact of her large breast against her face, although she wasn't really hurt. She stumbled and nearly fell, but managed to keep her balance at the last moment, before bumping against the ropes behind her. She shook her rapidly, clearing her head; but the temporary distraction was more than enough time for the Canadian to get back on her feet.

Mazzie watched as she shoved Sally backwards towards the ropes. It was such a good feeling and she quickly scrambled to her feet and bent her knees. She flung herself forward and with an almost tribal yell, Mazzie tried to slam her arm into Sally's big tits and clothesline her over the top rope!

Sally was still offbalance from having her breasts kicked into her own face, and spent the crucial few seconds before the charge shaking her head, trying to clear it. The crowd began to cheer when Mazzie launched herself forward; it looked the Canadian had managed to find a hole in Sally's defenses! Sally raised her arms to try and block the blow, and managed to just barely get them between her full breasts and the Canadian's careening forearm. She couldn't stop the force of the clothesline, however, and was pushed over the top rope, squealing in surprise!

Mazzie only spared a moment as Sally went caterwauling out of the ring and spilled to the ground below. She wasn't finished yet and she swung her body through the ropes and hopped down. When it came to technique, it was no contest. Mazzie could beat the pathetic fat bitch a hundred times. But she wasn't stupid and knew that Sally had started to understand that she had weight to throw around. A lot of it. If she wanted to, she could get Mazzie in uncompromising positions that would just keep her pinned to the ground until eventually she got an attack to stick. Mazzie needed to even the score and take the power out of Sally's fat, dumpy body.

Mazzie hopped off the apron and went quickly to Sally. She tried to quickly grab her by the hair and then drag her towards the steel steps. Hopefully she could throw Sally tit first intot he unforgiving chrome staircase.

Sally was stunned for a moment, but not long enough for Mazzie to carry out her plan. The American winced as the Canadian took tight hold of her hair; what a mean thing to do! She wasn't going to just let herself be dragged to the metal stairs and tossed down, though... instead, Brown reached for Mazzie's right leg, trying to yank it right out from under the mouthy jerk!

Mazzie's strength was not as mighty as Sally's. it would be tough to just drag the girl to the steps when she was almost dead weight. Not dazed enough to be dragged. Mazzie's eyes widened when her leg was grabbed and she flopped tit first onto the ground.

"oof!" She said, her pillowy tits acting like an airbag. "Let go!" She whined as she tried to yank her leg free.

"In your dreams, lightweight!" Sally snapped back, standing up herself. She kept a tight hold on Mazzie's leg with one hand, and tries to grab under her elbow with another. She'd try and lift the 100-pound bombshell into the air with brute strength, and just dump her back in the ring! She didn't want to stick around outside of it for too long...

Mazzie was wriggling as much as she could when Sally simply decided to lift Mazzie off the ground and push her back into the ring. The Canadian's eyes froze when she was just completely out muscled. She rolled into the ring and tried to scramble away as fast as she could from Sally. She couldn't outmatch the brunette's power at all. She needed time to think. She was a better titfighter, for sure and waaaay smarter, but how could she overcome the fatty fatso's brute strength if she was just going to toss her around?

Although Sally could easily overpower Mazzie, she was nowhere as quick as she was. She frowned as the Canadian scampered away, knowing she wouldn't be able to catch her at all. Instead, she just slowly slipped back into the ring, taking care not to get any of her clothing caught on the ropes. "Where do you think you're goin', girl? This ain't a race!" Instead of trying to chase Lashley down, Sally leaned back on a turnbuckle, letting herself catch her breath for a moment.