Hellbridge's Titboxing Tag Team Tournament pt 2

A quick little something to drop off. The short version is I'll probably be real busy for a few days and with this part finished, thought I'd drop it to help tide folks over. No particular reason to keep it all in one chunk in the end, but the Early Access folks can see further ahead. 

I reached out to Hellbridge themselves on this one, and they offered a lot of ideas on how the match would go. I used a lot of moves and such from it but wanted to write it my own way in the end. I went back and forth a ton on who should win, and I think a part of it is based on how I'd want to frame the narrative. I like to treat leagues as leagues, who may have stars and favorites but if they're in the same league, just about anyone can beat anyone with the right edge. Masha's a main character and major player in the league, even if fans like seeing her winning as much as they like seeing her beat up. So that sort of became the crux of is this a hero story of just a story of a group...

Titfight Tonight’s familiar montage and theme music announced the return to the show. Tiana the grinning shark girl and Yvonne the well-dressed cow were patiently seated in their spots behind their angled desk.

T: “Welcome back, sports fans and tit fans. We’re back with more coverage on this week’s first ever tag team titboxing tournament. We’ve gone over the first round as we move into the second and the cream rises to the top. Ain’t that right, Yvonne?”

Y: “As long as that’s not a cow joke, it certainly shows. The less coordinated or incapable teams are picked out as some heavy hitters continue in the tournament.”

The screen swapped over to show the four teams remaining, posing confidently topless side by side.

Y: “Fan favorite Russian titboxing champ Masha the polar bear and her partner Irina the fox form Team Blue heading on to face Helen the moose and Phoebe the cow on Team Red.”

T: “The colors seemed fated to face off. The musclebound predators clashing with the horned and horny beauties made for a hell of a show.”

Y: “And in the latter side of the bracket, Gina the brown bear and Valeria the orca form Team Green that was pitted against the German pigs of Team Black, Donna and Greta.”

T: “We saw how ruthless Team Black could be against a pair of rookies and they brought the same level of aggression for their next opponents. That’s for sure.”

Y: “Why don’t we let the footage speak for itself?”

The footage from a later date had all fighters fresh and ready for the second round. Team Blue and Team Red had set their starting fighters, leaving Helen the dolled up and fake-titted moose against Masha the muscular Russian polar bear. Irina gave Masha one last pat on the back and some quiet advice before the bell rang.

The clips jumped around to some highlights showing Masha largely dominating the start. She stayed light on her feet for such a husky fighter, choosing her moments and snapping hard hits past Helen’s guard. When the moose was staggering from a particularly penetrating blow to her sideboob, Masha tore into her and hammered her into a corner with shots to her face and belly. The bear made a tactical tag in while Helen was on the ropes, letting both of the blue team. They held one of her arms each over the ropes, leaving a hand free for them to each smash hard blows into her hard, leaking nipples.

Helen was in a poor state with her silicone melons coated in milk and bruises. She managed to hurry along the ropes while Masha left the ring, thumping her gloves with Phoebe to come to her rescue. The bout slowed down for a bit as the swifter foxgirl had trouble doing much damage to the beefy cow milf. The brown cow managed to bully Irina back enough to corner her, ruining her speed advantage and catching her with a hard cross to the chin. The fox’s eyes rolled as the cow tore into her, bashing her abs and tits with a reckless barrage of blows.

While it did a number on Irina, she lost track of her position in her attack. Masha reached in and tagged Irina on the shoulder, letting her blindside Phoebe with an unguarded straight to the nose. The bovine staggered drunkenly for a moment, allowing Masha to join her teammate in another coordinated attack. The bear worked over her face while Irina her tits, leaving her unable to block them both at once. The fox retreated at last to recover from her beating, allowing Masha to take charge of the match once again. Phoebe’s thick hide couldn’t soak of the damage forever, especially with the buff bear’s stronger blows brought into play.

T: “There was some impressive tactics used by the blue team at the start, keeping their opponents guessing and swapping out enough to keep them both as fresh as they could be.”

Y: “Irina knew when to let Masha rest and when to bring in the heavy-hitter. Very solid approach. Unfortunately, Red Team had their own methods in mind after a bit of practice.”

Phoebe suddenly rushed at Masha, soaking up a few hard belly blows as she clinched with her. She wrapped her arms around the bear and forced her to stagger back into a corner. Masha drove a few more hits into Phoebe’s sides, but she had already tagged in Helen. The moose drove a brutal cross over Masha’s snout, knocking her momentarily silly as she leaned on one of the ropes. She groaned and tried to shield herself as the busty milfs entered the ring.

The highlight reel was sure to linger on this double team as the thick Red fighters stood on either side of her and bearhugged her together. Their muscular arms worked together and soon had Masha screaming, their strong limbs trying to flatten the busty bear’s jugs while forcing out what looked like gallons of milk. She kicked and struggled uselessly as the hefty fighters drained her strength and milk before being forced to let go. The damage had been done and Irina could be seen looking worried in the background as Helen and Phoebe kept her away, fighting smart to keep the exhausted-looking bear in their half of the ring while swapping in and out.

Y: “Baiting Masha into their corner was a real tide turning move for the team.”

T: “Speaking of tides, that reminds me. We need to check in on the underwater league sometime soon.”

The clip picked up again as Masha was being used like a standing punching bag. Sweat and milk flew from her body every time she was smashed to her face and tits, Phoebe taking her time setting up and landing crushing blows each time. Once her breasts were plenty bruised up, Phoebe caught her in another hard clinch. Masha arched her back and cried out in pain as the solid bovine crushed her in her grasp. As busty as the bear was, both Phoebe and Helen were even bigger breasted and it showed as her udders swallowed up and seemed to dominate Masha’s chest. When she finally let go, Masha fell to the mats and crumbled in a mess of milk and sweat as the count started.

Y: “Masha was only down for 7 but there were more close calls than she’d prefer in the next couple minutes. The Red Team was able to bring her down but they were struggling to keep her there before she could escape.”

Masha was sent staggering by a huge uppercut by Helen. She hung back to let the bear fall to the mats but she rode the momentum, stumbling away from the moose and swinging desperately for the ropes. She just managed to reach Irina’s glove and the fox heroically burst in to her rescue. Masha dragged herself pathetically out of the ring, coughing and retching from the pain as the fox surprised her opponent.

Irina was shown fighting fiercely to avenge her beloved teammate, bombarding the moose with hard shots that eluded her guard. Helen brought her gloves up but Irina snuck an uppercut in below it, copying one of Masha’s favorite techniques by smashing her glove up between her foe’s jugs and right into her chin. Helen gave a drunken grunt as she crumbled to the mats flat on her ass, the crowd’s cheers spiking at the comeback.

T: “Irina put both of her opponents down, working herself up into a sweaty mess to keep them from regrouping.”

Irina was shown fighting fiercely to avenge her beloved teammate, bombarding the moose with hard shots that eluded her guard. Helen brought her gloves up but Irina snuck an uppercut in below it, copying one of Masha’s favorite techniques by smashing her glove up between her foe’s jugs and right into her chin. Helen gave a drunken grunt as she crumbled to the mats flat on her ass, the crowd’s cheers spiking at the comeback.

T: “Irina put both of her opponents down, working herself up into a sweaty mess to keep them from regrouping.”

Several different clips showed Irina landing deep tit punches or shots to the face that sent both women down in sprays of spit or milk. A particularly vicious barrage brought Phoebe to her knees, but the fox’s swelling muscles and sweaty fur were showing their own fatigue. The big cow could take a real beating, and even now she was forcing herself back to her feet.

Irina went in for a heavy jab but the bovine shifted aside. She leaned low and swung a hard hook right between Irina’s legs, throwing all her impressive weight and power into the low blow. The crowd’s voices spiked in a sudden “OH!” as the fox was lifted off her feet for a moment by the pussy shot. Her eyes and mouth went wide open as she crossed her legs, cum running humiliatingly down her leg.

Y: “Phoebe managed to last just long enough to deliver that paingasming punch! That was all it took to start turning the tide on the blues.”

T: “That shot definitely had Irina singing the blues! Look at Phoebe go to town on her!”

The she-bull started slugging away at the gawking fox’s face and tits, working her over roughly until Irina flopped forward clutching her crotch. Her face landed between Phoebe’s udders, choking on the warm flesh and drowning in her milk as Phoebe worked her lower body. It was all the fox could do to stagger back out of the clinch and desperately tag Masha back into the fight.

T: “Just about all four fighters were running on fumes and their tits leaking like a cheap hose. It was too many close calls and they were obviously feeling it, but we were expecting them to have dropped a few times already by now.”

Y: “Goes to show just how tough both sides were.”

Masha and Phoebe traded some tentative blows, looking for a match-ending opening but the cow lucked out first. She dipped around one of Masha’s riskier punches, letting it clip and jiggle her right breast while investing more of her fading strength into a hard hit to the eye. Masha gave a witless grunt as her glove shot up to her face instinctively, letting Phoebe bash around her boobs with some huge haymakers that sent them flopping side to side. By the time she got her guard back, her face was clearly swelling into a black eye through her pale fur.

Phoebe seemed to seal the match as she took Masha off her feet for the last time in the match. She landed a couple firm body blows and then brought both fists together on either side of Masha’s rack. The bear howled in pain as her tits sprayed out over Phoebe’s, her eyes rolling before Phoebe slammed one more blow across her face. The utterly dazed Masha spun like a ragdoll before dropping to her knees while the crowd went crazy.

T: “We all thought Masha was out right there, but she still stayed on her knees. It looked like she was ready to break but right here…”

Phoebe stood just behind the kneeling Masha, her jugs wobbling just behind her head. The polar doll picked up on this somehow, possibly from her waving teammate in her corner, and suddenly reached up behind her. She was at the perfect height to raise and flex her arms, crushing her powerful boxer’s forearms and biceps around Phoebe’s tits like a pair of sexy vices. The cow let out a piercing scream as she desperately struggled, but Masha’s straining guns were forcing a stream of milk down her brown fur.

Y: “Incredible tactics! What a way to make a comeback!”

T: “Even when she’s barely conscious, lot of people have made the mistake of counting Masha out. Like, not literally a count out, but we’ve seen the Polar Doll come out on top of matches looking like a butchered piece of meat.”

Y: “It’s her persistence that’s gotten her so many titles throughout her career. I still stand by that.”

Phoebe was going wild, clearly panicking with the draining pain of Masha’s surprise hold. She reached around to punch at Masha’s head and tits, but it was nothing compared to the hold. She wailed in pain as Masha screamed with effort, both women driving themselves mad as they tried to outlast the other. Phoebe’s eyes rolled and she drooled over Masha’s head, seeming to pass out on top of her with her fat jugs squashing around her face.

T: “Then out of nowhere…!”

Helen reached into the ring, leaning far over the ropes with her jugs hanging low. She managed to barely tap Phoebe on her ass, and if any girl were shorter or less curvy it didn’t seem like she’d make it. The moose still rushed into the ring and balled up her gloves together, swinging them like a sledgehammer into Masha’s bruised tits. The bear didn’t even scream as her eyes glazed over and she flopped to the mats, passed out from the pain and fatigue as Phoebe flopped weakly back into the ropes. She didn’t have the energy to leave the ring but Helen leaned on her knees, catching her breath as Masha was called out for a KO before Irina ran in to help her up.

Y: “One incredibly close match. Some were calling it the best fight in the tournament for how intense it was.”

T: “Well I’m sure the green team had been looking forward to facing Masha again. Both Gina and Valeria have some real history with her.”

Y: “Well that was assuming they could get past Team Black in the first place. Say what you will about their tactics, but Donna and Greta are no slouches in a head-on fight either...”