Things keep heating up in the ring

Tricia, trying not to show how turned on she was getting, twisted her body and tried to get out form underneath Evelyn. Evelyn had hooks on her though, and she expertly stayed on top and rode Tricia's struggles out. Tricia's tiny white shirt rode up over her breasts. With a grin, Evelyn used her teeth to pull the top up over Tricia's head.

"What perky little nipples you have..." Evelyn purred. She leaned her head down and flicked her tongue across Tricia's breasts. Focusing on just the right she worked Tricia's nipple with tiny little licks and a few nips.

"Look how methodical Evelyn McVan is when she is in control" El Tigre said. "She believes that the best way to out fuck an opponent is to make her want to lose."

Tricia was trying not to let Evelyn's tongue work get to her, but it was hard. Her nipple felt hard as a diamond and swollen. In fact...

She quickly twisted her twisted her body, jabbing her breast into Evelyn's face. It startled Evelyn just enough that Tricia was able to free one arm. She grabbed the shoulder strap of Evelyn's wrestling singlet and instead of trying to pull it down, pulled it over her head.

Evelyn growled in frustration. One of her breasts had slipped out of the outfit and the twisted shoulder straps were digging into her neck. While she was trying to figure out what to do, Tricia got one leg beneath them and kicked her off. The girls both backed off, both flushed with arousal and, in Evelyn's case, anger. Trying to act as though she were merely bored, Evelyn untangled the singlet and peeled it off her torso.

"Trying to impress me?" Tricia asked.

"Hardly." Evelyn said coldly. She'd underestimated the girl she was up against, but she'd survived her early mistakes and had her poise back. "It's just that that singlet's worth more than you are, and I don't want you damaging it."

"Oh don't fucking lie you uppity eurocunt, you're more turned on than I am." Tricia flipped her top to Evelyn. "You can have that, but if you want the shorts you'll have to take 'em off me."

"I wear designer, not trash from Foot Locker." Evelyn said.

"What-ever." Tricia rolled her eyes. "You think you're better than the Luvs, so stop talking and let's fucking wrestle and you prove it."

Evelyn slowly approached, holding out her arm. Tricia took her hand and the girls went into a test of strength. Their naked tits pressed against each other.

"Slutty... fucking... American..." Evelyn growled.

"Arrogant... garbage... Eurotrash..." Tricia panted.

Their hands slipped, and suddenly Tricia and Evelyn found themselves both breast to breast and cheek to cheek.

***********

Meanwhile...

"Gabi I was thinking about something..." Juli said.

Juli had one hand on her cel and the other buried in the hair of a stagehand, holding the stagehand's face into her pussy. Her legs were wrapped around her head too, not squeezing hard enough to hurt but tight enough that the stagehand couldn't have gotten away if she tried. The stagehand, though, was totally into it, eating Juli's pussy like she was starved and running her hands all over Juli's thighs.

"I hear you breathing hard. You can't be trusted to do anything without stopping to get laid, can you?" Gabi said on the other end.

"Noooo... I had to get laid a little bit so I could think, that match is hot! Maybe we should just let it play out on its own? I mean, wasn't Tricia's mom the baddest bitch in the American league before Becky Luv joined? Tricia might be useful! I mean, if she was for real on our side."

Gabi had the phone on speaker. She looked at Carli. Carli raised her eyebrows.

"You know what Juli do your thing. I... you're cumming and not listening, fuck it." Gabi hung the phone up and looked at Carli.