Devon's little plan works, as soon she will turn to face away from the ring and push out her ass, the camera turns from me to her to catch her taunting glove pointing at her bend ass.
Meanwhile I reached for the farther corner and my lips curl in a snarl of disapproval and frustration.
As I see her moving to the mid ring, I do the same and we meet there, body to body, face to face in a classic staredown before the action.
I hear her taunting words and I snarl.
"You're gonna be the of flat on your back, with my foot over you...and I guess you'll even enjoy it!" I say as I stand tall, straighten up so to make my height advantage making difference, although it doesn't seem that I'm intimidating her at all.
All the cameras are now on us, catching every single movement of the staredown.
After some seconds Darrius gets closer.
"Okay ladies, tap your gloves and back to your corners please" asking us but we both ignore him, our breasts are now pushing against each other as we lean in and our foreheads are now touching, tension getting higher and higher in the room.
For some more seconds we stay like that until Darrius touch on our shoulders and we separate, suddenly I push myself forward, purposely bumping with my breasts on Devon's rack, forcing a groan out of her as I smirk at her.
I can tell by her hardened face that she didn't like it and it doesn't take long before she has her revenge.
I extend my gloves forward for the tap, only to get my red gloves slammed downward by her blue ones in what looks like a rough shove rather than a tap.
I'm forced a step back, snarling
"You dirty whore! I'm gonna retire you!" I growl and rush forward.
The tension is so high as a brawl is about to burn in the ring, but Darrius catches the moment and he gets on the way, stopping me and preventing the chaos.
Devon taunts me and curses me, ready to get me, we trade insults but Darrius is able to calm things down and I finally back off to the corner and so does Devon.