Donna approaches the ring, stops and glares at her
Pam walks to the ropes, steps onto the ring apron
to block Donna's entrance. Again, she flexes. "Match these
if you can," she challenges, and shakes her tits for emphasis.
Donna, not taking her eyes from her opponent, slips off her robe.
She wears only a blue bikini bottom. Smiling, Donna slowly stretches
her arms backwards, thrusting her incredible boobs forward, and
then pulls her arms up in a double flex.
"No problem," she returns.
Pam flushes beet red. Donna's biceps are as big as
her own, her tits, noticeably bigger. Pam throws off her hat and
leaps down on top of Donna. Speir sees her coming, side-steps
and tosses Pam into the front row of fans. Moving with the grace
of a cat, Donna hops up to the apron, hurtles the ropes and moves
to the center of the ring, waiting while Pam extracts herself
awkwardly from the groping hands of her fans. Pissed, Pam climbs
back into the ring.
Setting her self with fists up, she approaches Donna
with murder in her eyes. Pam's martial arts skills are lethal.
While Donna blocks some of her kicks and punches while she retreats
around the ring, Anderson is soon calling her shots, taking target
practice on Donna's belly, arms, legs and especially her tits.
For the better part of two minutes, Pam has her way with Speir.
Anderson lands a wicked kick to Donna's right tit. "Look
at those big old jugs shake," taunts Pam. Pam spins and kicks,
her foot slams into Donna's belly and knocks the blonde backwards
into the ropes. Anderson leaps forward, yanks hard on Donna's
hair, arching her back over the ropes. Pam unloads a barrage of
elbows smashes across Speir's tits. Her adrenaline pumping, Pam
moves her right hand down between Donna's legs and hoists her
off her feet.
Walking to the center of the ring, Pam raises her
foe high into the air and then cracks Donna's back down on her
knee. Pam holds the big boobed blonde bent across her knee, still
yanking down on her hair with her left hand. She pounds her right
fist again and again into Donna's already bruised tits.
"You're not so tough, are you dearie?"
Pam moves her left hand to Donna's throat; her right
hand slips into Donna's bikini. Her fingers claw at Donna's pussy.
Donna thrashes and flails violently. Mangled, she finally manages
to roll off of Pam's knee.
As she tries to get to her feet, Pam calmly walks
over to her grabs her hair and hauls her to her feet. Pam wraps
her arms around Donna's waist, pressing her into a bear hug, Anderson
lifts her off her feet. Donna moans as her bruised tits mash flat
against her chest. Her arms hand at her side. Confident, Anderson
pours on the pressure and struts around the ring, demolishing
her latest victim.
"I am the greatest! Pam hoots.
With a wild yell, Donna arches back, wraps her legs
around Pam's waist, grabs Pam's hair with her left hand and beats
her right fist into Anderson's face, nailing Pam eight times before
Anderson is able to shove her to the mat. Pam's nose is bleeding
and bottom lip is swollen.
"You bitch!" she screams, and throws herself
on top of Donna.
Pam quickly discovers that this is a mistake.
In close, Donna is strong and dangerous. Speir wraps
one arm around the back of Pam's neck, holds her tight while her
free fist pounds on Pam's face. Rolling the dazed Anderson over,
Donna lies across Pam's chest. Her legs secure Pam's left arm
while she pins Pam's right arm down with her left hand. Donna's
right fist beats relentlessly into Pam's belly, landing hard,
thundering punches that leave Pam panting for air. Pam tries to
buck free, but Donna slips her left arm around Pam's neck, her
left arm under Pam's right leg. Locking her fingers together,
Donna cradles Anderson with terrific force, straining Pam's neck.
Donna cranks up the pressure with her left arm, crushing Anderson's
neck muscles. Pam musters all of the leg power she can to try
and force her way out of the cradle, but Donna ratchets up the
pressure on her neck.
In an a battle of wills that lasts for a minute,
Donna wins the intense contest. An exhausted Pam ceases her struggling.
Donna plants her knees firmly on the mat and shifts her weight
backwards. Demonstrating her strength, she stands, hauling Pam
up with her.
"Payback," Donna hisses, as she crashes
Pam's back down across her knee.
Pam rolls to the mat, lying on her back. Speir drops
an elbow across Pam's chest. Speir hair-hauls Anderson to her
feet. Twisting Pam into a hammerlock, Donna yanks the arm up close
to the breaking point. As Pam screams, Donna reaches down with
her free hand and pulls up on Pam's thong, sawing the suit into
Anderson's pussy. Pam screams louder as Donna squats a bit, then
lifts Pam off her feet. Anderson wails like a banshee as her twisted
arm and pussy carry her full weight. Mercifully, Donna drops her
before her arm breaks.
Donna straddles her beaten foe grabs both of Pams's
nipples and twists, corkscrewing the screaming woman's tits till
they turn an angry purple. Donna finally stops, stands up and
hauls the miserable Pam to her feet. Twisting Pam's arm, Donna
delivers a series of kicks into her belly, spins her around in
circles and throw her into the ropes. She catches Pam on the rebound
in a bear hug.
"Let me show you how its done," she taunts.
Donna mashes her bigger chest hard into Pam's sore
tits. Bending Pam backwards, Donna bears down on her victim, shaking
her like a rag doll. Pam struggles feebly, unable to breath, her
ribs crushed, her back in unbearable pain, a thoroughly beaten
Pam screams out her submission.