Hellbridge's Titfight Tonight Tournament Coverage (pt 1)

Another case of me starting a tournament and realizing “Damn, 7 rounds in one story’s pretty huge.” Also that “Damn, tag team matches can go pretty long.” Plus dialogue eating up space… anyway, Hellbridge! Superb artist who does great characters, fights, and stories on deviantart, furaffinity, and www.patreon.com/hellbridge.

I’ve got all kinds of ideas I wanted to do in their setting, but tournaments are fun. I considered wrestling first but know Hellbridge likes titboxing way more. It’s half of why I like to do the announcer style to do the boxing matches. Rather than labor over what each kind of punch is called or write “they punched them” a lot.

So clearly some sequel in mind, but tournaments can get pretty big. Figured I’d let yall in on the story for starters. I checked in with Hellbridge on figuring out what boxers would make good teams (or bad ones). I ended up with 7 solid ones, so I threw together some hasty ideas for Team Pink as major jobbers. Fortunately, Hell has plenty of strong winners in his stable to keep things close.

The ever-popular Titfight Tonight was on an extra night this week, given the closing of the first official titboxing tag team tournament. As the Planet Sport channel’s top show on sexualized combat, they were given the extra time slot to cover the special event. With the usual triumphant music and montage of busty brawlers to open things up, the camera swept in on their hostesses in the studio. Yvonne the black-furred and especially busty cow was dressed in her usual suit and spectacles, the resident sports historian and sex therapist of the show. Tiana Dean sat beside her, the athletic blue-gray shark and sports reporter with a nearly permanent grin on her face.

“Helloooo, everyone, and welcome to a very special Titfight Tonight!” Tiana greeted eagerly. “It’s been a very special week and we couldn’t wait to get to the weekend to share the good news. The professional titboxing league has held its first official tag team tournament and the champions have been declared. But before we get to that, with me as always is my udderly enormous co-host Yvonne.”

“Glad to be here, Tiana. I assume your chest was just as sore as mine just from watching some of the unbelievable punishment dished out during this week’s tournament.”

T: “I might’ve been too busy masturbating to hurt! Cuz we had some gorgeous and talented titboxers in these matches. So before we look at the results, let’s look at the teams and peoples’ early responses to them.”

Y: “Well there’s the real trouble when it came to organizing the tournament. There’s been very few tag team boxing matches in the league before, and most of those were special grudge matches. Teams might have had reasons to stay together for some quick payback, but with this many competitive women with clashing egos, it’s not always easy to get them to play nice together.”

T: “Oh totally! You’ll notice a lack of Nefertiti, Konga, Astrid… some of the big names in titboxing just don’t work well with others. They’re lone wolves, and not like “Lone Wolf” Layla Ford.”

Y: “I hear she’s actually quite easy to get along with.”

T: “Same. Weird, huh? So let’s go to the live footage of the initial announcement…”

The camera swept up to the monitor where the footage of the night of the tournament. Things were still getting organized as Rick the rhinocerous and Mona the mouse started firing up the crowd.

R: “So let’s get a good look at the lineup! On Team Blue, we’ve got the Russian beauties. Masha the polar bear and Irina the fox. What’s the scoop there, Mo?”

M: “Always with the nicknames, huh? Well on top of being some seasoned fighters and from the same country, the two became good friends early on in the league. Masha’s always been one of the warmer fighters outside the ring, so she’s quick to connect with people.”

R: “Never a cold shoulder from that arctic bear, eh?”

M: “Fans and foes alike speak highly of her. They’re being eyed as some fan favorites for the tournament.”

R: “It’s not just brains or brawn in a tag match, after all. You gotta watch out for your partner and know when they’re ready. Like when Vince ‘The Armadildo’ Banner tagged me out at just the right moment back in my XDW.”

M: “On the Gold Team, we have Elah and Emma. An elephant and a hippo together making up a real tank of a team. Thoughts, Ricky?”

R: “Takes more than power but the two work and think alike. It’s a fickle kind of teamup but with no real bad blood between them, they just might pull through. Outlast the opponent with that beastly stamina and wait for them to make that fatal mistake.”

M: “On the Red team, we have a very busty duo. We have Phoebe the cow and Helen the moose allying for the competition.”

R: “Surprising since the two have almost zero history whatsoever. How did they end up with this team?”

M: “According to the word backstage, they struck a chord from admiring each other’s chests, actually. With Helen’s round fake breasts and Phoebe’s huge naturals… they apparently hit it off.”

R: “Tits make the world go round. Is there anything they can’t do?”

M: “Next up we have Fumiko the cobra with Sali the rhino on the purple team. There’s an interesting pair.”

R: “I think they’ve both got an interesting pair if you ask me…”

M: “I mean that they’re both top class titboxers but their styles and personalities are wildly different. Fumiko is very controlled and technical while Sali…”

R: “Picked up half her tricks in drunken bar fights?”

M: “To say the least. We’ll have to see if that contrast gives them more coverage or if it makes it more difficult to coordinate.”

R: “Well after them we’ve got Gina the bear and Valeria the orca. Some real power packed into the green team.”

M: “Both have been regulars in the same local circuits but rarely actually end up facing off. Luck of the draw, I guess. But it’s left them aware of each other without any bad blood, so they were quick to team up. Then comes Olga and Britta on the silver team.”

R: “Another brown bear in the tournament with her Swedish swan gal pal. These blondes have a good history with each other too.”

M: “More than anything, I’m curious to see how much history and chemistry affects the tournament compared to just the strength and strategy of the boxers.”

R: “I mean, more than anything I wanna see some boobs getting beat up. And who’s going to win. But that’s a good point too.”

M: “And on that point, there are Greta and Donna, the pair of pigs. The only pair of sisters in the tournament and notoriously ruthless fighters make up the black team.”

R: “Just how I like ‘em. Dirty and busty. Not to mention that Donna had teamed up with Sali in an earlier grudge match with Masha and HER sister.”

M: “Sounds like a grudge match in the making, depending on the brackets. They’re definitely ones to keep an eye on, huh?”

R: “You’ll watch for ‘em if you care about your junk. That’s for sure.”

M: “And the last is team pink. Which is a... surprising pull.”

R: “How’s that?”

M: “We have Lorelei the rabbit and Grace the bat. Two low-ranking titboxers from totally different parts of the globe as Ireland and Australia respectively. Casual aquaintances from an international rookie tournament. Otherwise, no particular history besides the occasional bout together.”

R: “Ah. I get it.”

M: “You do? What’s the connection?”

R: “The connection’s that a tournament needs eight competitors and there’s only so many ladies willing to team up for this.”

M: “I… huh…”

R: “League’ll take who they can get at some point. Don’t expect them to get too far, but at least give ‘em a participation trophy.”

M: “Well… best of luck to them and maybe they can hope for an upset. But it sounds like the fights are about to begin, so let’s get to the action!”

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Back at the studio, the cameras returned to Tiana and Yvonne. The teams and the brackets were shown on the monitor behind them, showing off each fighter’s stats, portraits and a closeup of their busts.

T: “So the common thoughts early on were leaning towards Masha and Irina taking home the belts, given their history and impressive track record.”

Y: “Masha has proven to be a bit of a wild card in terms of her actual performance, but overall she ranks very high and has had some impressive victories. She has plenty of mass in her chest and arms to hold her own with some real heavyweights.”

T: “But we know the tournament was full of surprises already, so let’s go over it match by match.”

The footage swapped to Team Blue against Team Gold. Masha was squaring off with Elah, trading testing jabs before the elephant started pelting the sides of her jugs. Masha would flinch from the lighter hits and moan from the heavier ones that slapped her furry white tits together. Irina was visible back in Masha’s corner, shouting advice to her friend and partner.

T: “The pair of pachyderms seemed to have an early edge on Team Blue, but they couldn’t stack up when it came to raw power.”

The scene jumped ahead to Irina and Emma traded swift and frantic blows to each other’s faces and chests. Irina managed to pierce through the maze of limbs and land a crushing blow to the hippo’s snout, sending her reeling and letting the fox dig into her with a series of punishing head shots. Irina was able to navigate the ring, manipulating Emma with her precise punches until she was backed into the blue corner. Irina gave a quick tag to Masha so they could both step into the ring, appreciating the short double team. They both leaned into Emma, bending her back over the ropes as their bare tits smothered over her face. Her bent back also left her tits thrust out like inviting punching bags as the two teammates pounded on her jugs and round belly.

Y: “Emma managed to break loose long enough for a tag of her own, but the tide was already turning in the furrier team’s favor. Team Gold kept their opponents guessing in the latter half of the fight with rapid tag outs, but it wouldn’t end up lasting.”

Another shot played over Yvonne’s commentary as Elah got a lightly bruised Masha from behind. She held her arms back over her head, landing light punches to the polar bear’s boobs. More notably, the elephant had wrapped her trunk around one furry orb and was using its delicate tip to pinch and drink from Masha’s nipple. It pulled away from the leaking mound to spray a gush of the hot liquid over Masha’s tits, adding a humiliating effect before she punched Masha squarely above her ass.

The footage jumped to a much more battered Elah making another tag to let Emma back her up. The winded elephant was leaking from both nipples as she stumbled towards the ropes, but that let Irina the opening to rush in and blindside Emma with a haymaker as soon as she was in the ring. The hippo’s endurance had helped her last this long but she could only take so much. Irina was sweating heavily as she stuck and moved, digging punches into Emma’s ribs and sideboob to keep her off balance.

“Come on, Ira! Mess her up! Keep moving!” Masha encouraged as the fox’s muscular arm bashed into Emma’s underboob. The hippo let out a husky howl as her tit flew upward, squirting milk like a white rainbow before she crumbled to her knees clutching her breast.

Elah tried shouting her own encouragement but Irina was free to have her way with her foe. She slammed a barrage of lefts and right into Emma’s upper chest, stinging her sternum before she swung her fluffy tits across her face. Spit and milk flew from Emma as she flopped to one side, collapsing on the mats in a messy heap. She wasn’t out cold, but the heavy tit slap was enough to put her down for the required ten-count. It only took one opponent to get taken out for the match to be called, the bell ringing out in Team Blue’s victory.

T: “Hell of a fight! Some great boob work in there!”

Y: “Team Gold saw a brief comeback thanks to their stamina but it wasn’t enough.”

T: “They definitely couldn’t tank those kinds of hits for that long. Just like it wasn’t long before we went on to the second match of the week with Team Red and Team Purple.”

Y: “Highly anticipated with how busty our combatants all were that night. Right off the bat, we got a hint of how things would go.”

Helen and Phoebe were shown entering the ring together, holding the ropes open for one another before the cow and moose shared a quick but boob-bumping hug. Sali stepped ahead into the ring on her own, the rhino leading the charge as her cobra companion shared some quick, confused words. They seemed to have not planned ahead on who would start, leading to some immediate miscommunication until they settled on Sali staying in.

T: “People were calling it early on. The sort of teamwork by necessity thing between Fumiko and Sali wouldn’t do much to keep them afloat when the chips were down.”

Y: “Not when those chips were used to bet how much beating your breasts were going to be taking.”

Sali was shown faring well at first, beating on Phoebe’s rack with some deeply penetrating punches. The cow was forced back a few times but she could catch the rhino with some surprising jabs on the chin here and there. Phoebe ended up retreating away from a heavy swing and bumping gloves with Helen to let the moose milf into the ring. The girls both came at Sali, and even the brawling rhino couldn’t keep them both at bay. She’d block one use to eat a body blow from another, and the two ended their limited double team by smashing either side of the rhino’s tits. They squashed together, squirting milk out onto both of her attackers before Phoebe returned to her ring.

T: “Sali’s one of the top fighters in the league pretty handily, but she’s way too headstrong. She was taking on both girls for a long time and forgetting about her teammate.”

Y: “And the kind of fatigue that sets in. Her opponents were basically fighting only half the time while she was winding herself taking on them both.”

Sali was shown sweating heavily later in the match, swinging savagely to drive Helen back into the ropes. She threw up her gloves to protect her face, soaking up a few hits before Sali lowered her head and gouged her horn into one of Helen’s nipples. The moose wailed out in pain as milk was forced out of her jug, but she slammed a knee into Sali’s stomach followed by a ferocious uppercut to the chin. Sali went to the mats in a sudden trip, staring up at the spotlight for a few before dragging herself back up.

T: “Sali would hit the mats twice more before she finally went to tag in Fumiko! That takes some real udders to try and stay in that long, but it’s not a great strategy.”

Sali is shown tagging out Fumiko who rushes in to the rescue. Sali just flops out past the ropes, leaning over them with her bruised up tits resting over the top rope. The cobra’s speedy punches and kicks drove Phoebe back but they were still trading consistent blows.

Y: “Rather than spreading themselves out in the fight, they were effectively both fighting a handicap match instead. Sali had no energy left to capitalize on their double team period, always a pivotal point in a match like this.”

T: “And it wasn’t too long before Fumi learned that one.”

The footage showed Fumiko being held back in the enemy corner. A freshly tagged Helen held back her arms, bending them over the ropes while Phoebe was free to pummel her tits and belly. Fumiko wailed and writhed as the fight was quickly beaten out of her and Helen rammed her shoulder into her back, knocking her onto her stomach before following her in. The moose mounted Fumiko and started pounding her with deep and damaging blows to her leaking boobs, her inverted nipples starting to poke out from all the excitement.

Fumiko found her heavy hangers wailed on for the rest of the match, barely getting any good hits in as the rotating team took breaks at their leisure. Sali was still a mess in her own corner, leaving Fumiko to end up with a black eye before Phoebe worked her into a corner, pummeling her sides and boobs before a double tit uppercut bounced her low-hanging fruit into the air. They flopped back down and dragged her down with them for a final 10-count.

Y: “Teamwork came into play a few times in the tournament, but never so much as sorting out the first round.”

T: “It wasn’t as clear cut in the next round, but teams Blue and Gold definitely made good use of it.”

The footage cut back to Masha and Emma facing off in the ring. Masha was sweating as she threw some heavy, fleshy-sounding punches into the plump hippo’s breasts and body, evading her guard with a burst of energy. Emma caught the polar bear with a couple quick hooks to the muzzle, making Masha flinch away and take a huge uppercut to the breast. She fell back with a short cry as milk sprayed from her bright blue nipple.

Fortunately, Irina was already behind her with a glove out. The two close friends knocked gloves together instinctively, trusting each other’s call for a quick tag out. Emma was too into her aggressive onslaught to retreat in time, getting flanked by both fighters as they started to pound her face and tits back and forth. Emma grunted noisily as sweat and milk flew, her body knocked between them like a busty pingpong ball before Masha had to back out.

Irina made a strong showing, defending her recovering friend and teammate. Even when Emma tagged out and brought in her elephant partner, the fox did her best to throw up her guard and back out. The pair of pachyderms managed to outflank her and bash in both of her fluffy breasts, knocking her into the ropes with a shrill shout. Elah and Emma knelt in front of her and landed a double uppercut with one glove each to her damp pussy, knocking the poor foxy boxer up a few inches from the devastating double low blow.

T: “Irina was in a tight spot for a bit there, getting knocked down twice before she was able to bring Masha back in.”

Y: “And from there, the polar doll was well rested and had things well under control.”

The footage showed Masha rushing into the ring as a sweaty, bruised up Irina crawled into the tag. The bear thumped her gloves together and unleashed a barrage of head shots on the worn-out Emma. The hippo couldn’t keep pace with the refreshed polar bear, dazing Emma enough to pull her into a tit smothering clinch as she buried sucker punches into her stomach and crotch.

Emma managed to thrash around enough to break free, breathless and her face slick with her and Masha’s sweat. She managed to tag in Elah in a desperate move, but Masha was more than ready and quickly caught her with a haymaker to the trunk. Left seeing stars while her teammate was retreating, the elephant quickly hit the mats and didn’t get up.

Y: “Shortly after, we had another clash between Teams Green and Silver. Two close-knit teams that were clearly in it to win no matter the cost.”

The screen showed Valeria and Britta swinging hastily and harshly at each other in close quarters. The boxers moved in to slam their tits together, nipples grinding roughly on each other as they went into an all-out attack. The pot-bellied orca drove some hard hooks into the sides of the swan’s tits, smacking the feathery boobs together repeatedly. Britta was focusing more on short uppercuts to the bottom of Valeria’s jugs, bouncing them briefly while they remained mostly stuck against the swans’ pale chest.

V: “The busty featherweight was able to outmaneuver Valeria for a while early on, forcing her to tag in Gina to cover for her while she nursed her tits. I’m sure plenty of fans would be willing to nurse on those milkers too, hee hee!”

Valeria could be seen rubbing her bruised boobs in the corner, glaring at the match as Gina started taking control. The dark brown bear was more Britta’s speed, keeping her from falling for her feints and dodges. The swan ended up doubled over as Gina dodged one of her heavier hooks and smashed her glove up into the avian boxer’s pussy, grinding it through her skimpy bottoms.

Live Announcer: “That one really knocked the stuffing out of her! Gina’s gaining a lot of ground as she goes to town on Britta’s boobs!”

The bear went on a hard offensive before a blind tag managed to connect with Olga. The blonde, honey-colored bear hastily cut in by clobbering Gina in the muzzle before she could even enter the ring. The blindsided bear stumbled and Britta quickly paid her back with a deep gut shot before she and her partner got their gloved arms over her head. Brit and Olga bent her over in a coordinated assault as they kept her bent over, spiking their knees repeatedly upward until her dark fur was stained with milk.

Y: “Busting open Gina’s nipples was a heavy setback but she was able to keep switching out with Valeria to deliver her game-changing blow.”

Olga was staying light on her feet, jabbing and thumping lighter hits on the northern champ. Valeria managed to whip out with her tail, slapping the bear on the ass as she tried to dodge aside. The sudden distraction was just what the orca needed to throw a massive haymaker into the blonde’s face. Olga’s mouth hung open as she crumbled to her hands and knees, blood rushing from her snout as Valeria pumped her gloves high over her head to show off her powerful body.

V: “There was no coming back from that one. Val kept between Olga and her teammate to wear her down while she was dealing with the blood in her face.”

Y: “It wasn’t long before they had her leaking milk and cum as well.”

After a quick tag to Gina, the brown bear caught Olga’s muscular arms and draped them back behind the ropes. The dazed Olga’s head rolled as Valeria was able to unleash her full strength, smashing her fluffy tits over and over with deeply penetrating blows. Olga’s nipples contorted past the gloves to spray out helpless squirts of milk before Valeria returned to more punches to her pussy. Olga’s eyes rolled back as the gloves repeatedly crushed her clit until she went into a howling paingasm. Her body crumbled to her knees and it was easy pickings from there as Gina came in and dropped her with a couple more punches. Olga collapsed into a mess of blood, cum and milk as the bell signaled she was out.

Y: “One of the more exciting matches of the first round!”

T: “Especially compared to…”

Y: “Yes. Well there wasn’t much to be surprised about in the final match of Team Black against Team Pink.”

T: “I’ll say! The new bloods got reduced to smears of…”

Y: “New milk?”

T: “Exactly!”

The camera cut to a minute into the match where things were already looking bad for the rookie team. Greta and Donna were dangerous and ruthless on their own, but the pair of pig sisters together were making mincemeat out of the less experienced boxers. Greta was in the ring stepping in circles around Lorelei. The busty pink barbie of a bunny was gawking as she danced like a drunken puppet under the guidance of the chunky blonde pig’s punches.

The hog sisters were soon making the most out of the tag rules, keeping the Irish rabbit in their corner and repeatedly tagging in and out. It kept Lorelei cut off from her shouting and objecting teammate as they had their way with her. The clips showed the pigs both slamming massive uppercuts into the bunny’s bruised boobs, spraying milk up and out her nipples like a decorative fountain. She was still howling in pain from that when the pigs both backed up and charged into her, crushing the relatively skinny rabbit with a double tit splash to the face.

Lorelei was barely standing thanks to being propped up on the ropes, but Donna dragged her away from the hostile corner at last. The cruel pig shook her by the ears, wobbling her weakened and broken body at her teammate. Grace the bat seethed in her corner until Donna surprisingly shoved the battered bunny into her own corner.

Grace made the tag to enter, but it was clearly bait for the sadistic sisters’ amusement. The gothy pig traded a few testing blows before a deep hook to the sideboob stole Grace’s momentum. The bat moved to protect her tenderized jugs but Donna drove her into their hellish corner.

T: “This is honestly pretty on the level for these two. The pig sisters are not afraid to play dirty to get ahead!”

Y: “And it shows here as they single out poor Grace!”

T: “Ah she knew what she was into getting into that ring. But all the motivation for payback doesn’t keep your boobs safe!”

Donna made the tag as she grappled with Grace, holding her steady for Greta to help herself. She delivered a few boob-busting punches before she raised her turned glove and started to drag it across Grace’s nipples. The bat shrieked in pain as the rough laces scraped up her hard, leaking nipples until she was dripping like a faucet.

Y: “It was much of the same as Team Black drew out their match until they were bored enough with their opponents. Greta took her sweet time trading back and forth with her sister until…”

Greta slugged Grace in her thick black boobs, sending the Aussie spinning around and barely strong enough to clutch her aching tits. As she staggered barely able to stand, Greta knelt behind her and delivered the final blow. The blonde pig’s glove buried with a wet thunk into Grace’s pussy, making her spring almost a foot off the mat before crumbling back down. Greta posed, flexing with a boot on the bat’s back before she backed off long enough to let the count out finish.

T: “But that was it. Hell of a show but a pretty hard loss in the final round for a pair of borderline nobodies.”

Y: “Well, no publicity is bad publicity, they say. They may find themselves invited to some more prestigious events after appearing at such a big event.”

T: “Not like there’s a lot of tag teams out there to begin with. But with them gone, we were left with the last four teams!”

Y: “Yes, that left us with Helen and Phoebe on Team Red set up to face Masha and Irena in the second round, followed by Team Green with Gina and Valeria versus Team Black’s Donna and Greta.”

T: “And we’ll be back to cover all that right after the commercial break. So stay tuned!”