An interesting first round.

After touching fists in the center of the ring, the customary token of sportsmanship, Frey dropped to one knee.

She shot for a single-leg takedown, but then spun quickly to get behind her opponent. Getting her arms around her midsection, she locked her hands together, posted one leg out, dropped her hips, and twisted, tripping Paige up and sending her to the mat with a thud, where her long limbs would be more of a hindrance than a help. The crowd oohed and groaned noisily, and camera's clicked furiously.

Shaking her head to get rid of the stars, Paige shot her knee up and planted her foot on her other knee, while her hands laced over and under Frey's shoulder and squeezed tight, making it difficult for her to move from side control to mount. She had never intended to end up on her back like this, and most certainly not so early in the match. But now, craning her head up to assess, she had to figure out a way to either get back on her feet, or get Frey into her guard, where she had more options.

Frey on the other hand, seeing that her initial idea had been stalled, spun around the other way into north/south instead. And, seeing the perfect spot for them, rested her breasts on Paige's while she came up with an attack. Since the arm was already there, she could go for a kimura or an armbar, using Paige's long arms against her, but there were too many opportunities for Paige to escape with those. The north/south **** was a no-go, Paige's breasts were in the way. She'd be smothering herself instead of **** her out. But her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she felt a tongue slide down her groin. It wasn't a particularly painful or pleasant experience, but it had been so long since someone had done that to her, that she was distracted enough for her concentration to slip.

Squeezing tight, to both secure her grip and hopefully diminish her opponent in terms of size, Paige gator-rolled, flipping them both over to end up on top, while throwing her legs out far and wide, to get a stable base. An added bonus to this, was that her longer body meant that she had better leverage to push down onto Frey's chest. Under the pretense of maintaining this better position, she rocked her body around constantly, until she felt their hardening nipples rubbing against each other through the tight fabric of their sports bras. Unfortunately, every time she moved her head, she couldn't help but notice Frey's bulging groin, and she would unconsciously lick her lips, picturing how tight those ivory filled globes would feel in her hands as their soon-to-be defeated owner squealed from pleasure.

Squirming upwards, Frey managed to relieve some pressure off her chest, but came face to crotch with Paige's groin. Her thick, heavy musk filled her nose as her semi pulsed. Seeing that her legs hid her face from the referee, and how turnabout was fair play, she craned her head up and gave her cock a few quick kisses. Paige's leg buckled from the surprise jolt of pleasure, making a hole in her defense. Frey shrimped out from beneath her, and tried to get onto her knees to control the flow of the fight, but Paige recovered quickly and got away, forcing them both onto their feet.

The audience clapped and cheered at their exchange, while the two combatants circled in the ring. They both scanned and searched for openings, lingering on each other's chests as they heaved for breath, and the shifting bulges between their legs. Using her reach to her advantage, Paige kept Frey at bay, hoping to frustrate her enough to make another risky shot, so that she could get her back and **** her out quickly.

Frey darted in for her legs as expected, but popped up at the last minute, getting double underhooks on Paige. Paige cocked her arm up to drop an elbow on her crown, but quickly remembered that striking wasn't allowed. So instead, she just circled her arms around Frey's head, and pulled her into her chest, hoping to crush her instead. But Frey dropped her chin, so all she ended up doing was drive her forehead against her sternum. Her hope was to make Paige burn herself out with this ineffective squeezing, so that she could dominate the rest of the rounds.

That plan was unfortunately short-lived as the ref's hands slipped in between them. "Back off ladies, back off!" she ordered, pushing them apart. "They're here to see a fight. The cuddling is for later." Frey let out a sharp growl as they separated, but she did see that Paige had to shake some feeling back into her arms, and knew that her strategy had some effect.

Once the fighters had gotten back in their stances, the ref clapped her hands together. "Alright, let's go!"