Let's lose those tops.

The bout starts and you and Britannia approach one another. Your blonde adversary has a distinct weight advantage over you, but you believe she has less technical fighting experiance than you have. Britannia closes with you quickly, trying to get in and grapple and overwhelm you with her superior strength. She makes a grab for you and you duck under her outstretched arms and grab one of her thighs while shoulder charging her low on her body. The large woman goes down and keep a tight hold on her leg to keep her on the mat. You hold her foot by the heel and toes, trapping Britannia's calf under one armpit to perform an ankle lock. Exerting pressure on the held foot forces the woman to roll over onto her stomach, allowing you to bend her leg and sit on Britannia's big rounded ass. Continuing your lock with one hand you grab the thin straps of her chainmail bikini top and break them, making Britannia grunt in frustration. Losing her top spurs the larger woman on however and she plants her palms against the mat and flips her body over, kicking you across the ring.

You roll away from your opponent and onto your feet, grinning as you watch the remains of her top fall away as she rises to reveal her big, firm breasts. Though virtually every match will end with both wrestlers naked, stripping your opponent early on whilst keeping your costume intact can give you a physchological advantage. Britannia scoops up the remains of her top and tosses it to the crowd and is rewarded by a cheer of appreciation as a dozen hands grab for the flying scrap of chainmail. The blonde faces you smiling, apparently unfazed about losing half her costume. In fact to judge by the way her large pink nipples have swelled erect, she's getting turned on knowing that everybody in the crowd is ogling her. With a laugh she tosses her long blonde hair and grabs a handful of her titflesh, lifting one globe so she can lick her hardened nipple. You grin back at her, appreciating her showmanship.

You close with one another again, Britannia trying to herd you towards a corner. You try to dodge around her, but she manages to seize one wrist and swings you around to propel you forward against the corner post. She follows you up and gets you in a bear hug and drags you back into the centre of the ring with your legs kicking as you attempt to trip her. Her huge tits are squashed up on your back and your can clearly feel her swollen nipples against your skin. Britannis grabs your leopard skin halter with both hands and throws her arms wide whilst thrusting forward with her hips. You are propelled forward towards the corner post once more, with your halter ripped to pieces. You easily cushion yourself this time and whip around, but Britannia hasn't followed you up. She dangles the shreds of leopard print halter from her fingers, both of you grin as you acknowledge her move and you jerk your head towards the crowd. The big blonde throws the scrap of cloth out and a scuffle breaks out over the torn halter.

The Englishwoman hangs back, allowing you to come from the corner in your own time. Though smaller than Britannia's magnificent globes, your own breasts are ripe and firm and you cup them with your hands to a loud cheer. You pinch your stiffening nipples, the dark wrinkled flesh swelling as your excitement pumps your blood. You're getting turned on rapidly by your competitive, but good natured opponent. This looks like being an enjoyable match.