The Jester (1-3) The Grappler (3-3)

Dana came in trash-talking right from the jump. The Jester knew she carried the bigger frame and the sharper tongue, and she meant to use both. Dee stayed quiet at first. She had size and reach to give away, yet the woman never backed down from a fight on the mat. Dana hated giving up ass, so every hold counted double. She locked Dee between her thick thighs, pressed those heavy tits in Dee’s face and grinned when the smaller blonde struggled for air. Dee kicked, twisted, and found just enough leverage to roll Dana over, slam her hips down and grind until Dana’s cheeks spread around Dee’s driving fingers. The blonde never smiled. She just kept sinking lower, opening Dana up, shoving in until Dana’s voice cracked and the smack-talk died in her throat. Dana fought to sit back on Dee’s mouth, smother her with weight and sweat, but Dee bucked hard, flipped her again and sank a thumb past Dana’s tight ring. The Jester cursed, the Grappler answered with silence, and the mat kept score.