The match bell rang, and Diamond’s opponent didn’t waste any time in darting forward, arms raised. She matched her lunge, and the two of them locked around the shoulders. Tiny Terror strained to get the upper hand, but Diamond only smiled with her pouty lips and set her stance, then pushed her easily away. Without even the full brunt of her strength, Tiny Terror sailed back, landing comically on her ass.<br/><br/>She smiled as she watched her cautiously get to her feet. It wasn’t a good habit to play with her opponent when she was at a brief disadvantage, but she spoiled herself a little, as long as it was the boss she was facing. “Oh sugar, if you want to play with the big girls, you gotta do better than that.”<br/><br/>They locked again in another grapple. It wasn’t hard for Diamond to quell one of Tiny Terror’s attempts to offset her balance. When up against her, the woman stared straight into her tits, which meant Diamond had height to her advantage, as well as strength. She broke the hold, then got her arm around her neck, trapping her head and a bunch of that pretty hair in the crook of her elbow. She flexed her arm, and Terror let out a little squeak.<br/><br/>Diamond took the opportunity to give the crowd a little fan service. With Terror’s head still locked in the crook of her arm, she strolled in a little circle. The crowd cheered as she had no choice but to stumble awkwardly while trying to pull herself free. Nothing like a big black bitch leading around a little white girl.