Jodie Sweetin & Abigail Breslin vs Danielle Fishel & Ariel Winter
The incongruity of a full pro wrestling ring set up in the center of a mansion's ballroom was quickly forgotten by the savage brilliance of the tag team match that unfolded within its confines. It all began with Abigail, still smarting over her loss to Ariel, heard that the brunette was training with Danielle Fishel. That spurred the blonde to contact Jodie Sweetin, Fishel's longtime arch-nemesis, and to suggest that they team up to take on the duo.
After a tremendous back-and-forth battle between the two teams, the duo of Sweetin & Breslin (aided in no small part by healthy doses of underhanded tactics) have taken control of the fight. Dani and Ariel, both dazed, are hung up in opposite corners, their legs draped over the middle ropes, their arms hung over the top cables, their bikini halters torn away to reveal their copious bosoms. Now Jodie assumes the role of mentor, and Abigail that of avid pupil. "Sparring is an excellent workout," the older blonde tells her pupil as she balls her fists. "I particularly like working the speed bags." With that, Sweetin starts throwing punch after punch into Danielle's 36C's, and Breslin does the same to Ariel's 34D's. The hapless brunettes gasp and yowl in pain, fighting back tears as their bosoms are mercilessly hammered.
Finally, Sweetin calls a halt to the beatings...but not for any altruistic reasons. Instead, a sinister smirk on her face, she says, "You know, as a major sporting event, it seems to me that the National Anthem should have been sung before the match. Maybe our opponents can correct that oversight? I'm told they both have lovely singing voices." Breslin didn't need to be told what to do next; the two bodacious blondes each applied a clawhold to the groin of her rival, the pulsing agony to their womanhood causing both Fishel and Winter to shriek and caterwaul in anguish, their wails filling the cavernous room. Then the time came for the finale, and it was suggested by Abigail. "These two have been such good sports, I think they deserve a prize. Tell them what they've won, Jodie!"
"All-expense paid trips to Slumberland, and they'll be traveling by luxurious motorboat!" With that, the two blondes undid their own halter tops, unveiling their own impressive breasts. Grabbing the hair of their adversaries, they pulled the faces of their opposite number into their cleavage, smothering them against the sweaty flesh.
As Winter and Fishel were driven into inky unconsciousness, they could be forgiven for thinking that at the very least, their torment would soon end. Not quite....
It took several minutes, but Dani and Ariel finally stirred themselves awake...only to find themselves pulled free of the corners, but now their bellies draped over the outstretched knees of their rivals. "I owe you this, you cow uddered bitch!" Abigail sneers at Ariel, and Jodie tells Danielle, "And I'm just doing it because you know how much I love humiliating you." And with that, the victorious blondes began delivering blistering spankings to their opponents, having already divested them of their bikini bottoms. Fishel and Winter burst into tears, yelping in pain and shame with every stinging slap to their ever-reddening behinds. Finally, Abigail and Jodie finished their assaults, and shoved the quivering bodies of their foes off of their knees and onto their backs on the canvas. The triumphant team then stomped a foot down upon the battered breasts of their mewling rivals, grinding in their heels to maximize the pain, and clasped hands as their raised their arms in triumph.
