Ariel Winter vs Abigail Breslin
Ariel was so anxious to launch her celeb wrestling career, she booked her first match for her birthday, when as an 18 year old she was at last able to compete. Rather than place her in a standard catfight, the organizer decided upon a ring match; an actual pro-style ring was set up in the large ballroom of the host's mansion. Facing Winter would be another fighting newcomer, Abigail Breslin. The two youngsters matches up almost identically in size; Ariel had only a slight advantage in one regard over her opponent, boasting a cup size of 34D, while Breslin is a 34C.
Both teen beauties had trained hard for this night, and although they still possessed the awkwardness of newcomers, there was no denying that both were tremendous natural athletes. Furthermore, each displayed a ferocity that was breathtaking to behold, as both busty battlers tore into one another from the opening bell.
Perhaps inevitably...no doubt equal parts targets of opportunity and feminine pride...Abigail and Ariel directed much of their attacks on each others' bosoms. Breasts were hammered by fists and forearms, flattened by stomps, mauled by clawholds, and sent a-jiggling by judo chops. Still, neither would give ground in their contest, and so the battle wore on. The two beauties panted heavily for breath, their skin glistening with sweat, which soaked their skin-tight one-piece bathing suits.
And then, the battle shifted to a new tactic. It occurred almost organically, with no words passing between the two combatants. Both Winter and Breslin ran to the ropes on the opposite sides of the ring, bounded off of the cables for added momentum, and rushed toward one another. The collided chests-first, the powerful impact, coupled with their heavy grunts, echoed throughout the large room. The two teens staggered backwards, both moaning in pain, but the result was stalemate. Their brows knitting in angry frustration, they repeated the move, once more coming off of the ropes and hurtling themselves like wrecking balls at one another. Once more they slammed together, their breasts pancaking from the collision. Both now badly stunned, they staggered back almost comically on rubbery legs...but still they both stood. Shaking their heads and clearing away the fog, they rush for a third time to the strands, their curvaceous bodies repelling off of them and sending them dashing at full speed together.
The impact was like a thunderclap, and this time one woman was felled. Abigail sailed backward through the air and landed with a heavy thud to the mat, stunned. Ariel was staggered, but she managed to remain upright. After taking several moments to gather her wits, she went over to the nearest corner and climbed up the turnbuckles, perching unsteadily on the top ropes in a crouch. She then flung herself into the air, a beautiful missile of destruction. Laying spread eagled on the canvas, too spent to move, Abigail could only open her eyes wide with fright as she saw Winter come crashing down upon her.
Both girls gave loud gasps as Ariel splashed down upon Abigail, air being expelled from the lungs of both. But Breslin was most definitely the worse for wear. Staying atop her rival, the brunette now shifted herself until her chest hovered over the blonde's face, her feet grapevining Abigail's legs wide while Ariel pinned her adversary's arms above her head to the mat. With a smirk, Ariel pressed her D-cupped breasts down upon the struggling blonde's face, covering her mouth and nose and smothering her. The embattled Breslin squirmed in panic beneath her foe, but lacked the strength to throw the brunette off. Soon enough, Abigail ceased her movement and slipped into the inky dark of unconsciousness.
Triumphant, Ariel struggled up off of her rival, then got to her feet. To claim her victory, she pressed her right foot upon Abigail's heaving chest and raised her arms to accept the cheers of the onlookers, who then broke into a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday".
