Kevin - Honestly, its not my fault. We just couldn't show it on tv. I was told we could air here tonight, on ppv.

Hellion - This is so controversial, people will have to pay to see this.

Kevin - And there's a reason these girls were fined by the government of Germany and that's because they got a camera, went around town, and flashed the men wondering who's boobs were bigger, Rosie Razorblades or Britney Aries? And what were about to show you... oh, just take a good look.

The BUDvision goes static and...

"Alright it's simple. We go together, we compare. Men only, no lesbian bullshit. Also, tit shaking isn't allowed. You flash, I flash, and then you ask. Do you understand?"

Britney's voice pierced through the darkness, as the scene came to. The two beauties of the Crimson Syndicate stood in the elevator of their hotel, short coats wrapped around their bodies. Rosie rolled her eyes, leaning backwards against the wall of the elevator.

Rosie Razorblade "Sure, whatever."

Britney Aries "You know if you cheat, I'll cut your tits off in a heartbeat, Rose."

Rosie Razorblade "Why would I need to cheat, Britney? Come on, how much did you spend on yours?"

Britney Aries "I don't think th-"

Rosie Razorblade "Less than what I spend on mine, bitch! The college money my parents gave me went straight into my motherfucking chest, while you just ran some dinky lemonade stand for yours."

Britney Aries "It was lemonade and Popsicles, bitch."

Rosie rolled her eyes, as the doors of the elevator swung open and in came out first contestant. He ran his eyes over the two, a stoned glare reflecting off his gray-tinted eyes. The two girls quickly caught the other's glare, before raising their hands to the front of their jackets and giving off the big reveal, accompanied with a corny, echoing sound resembling a gunshot.

Rosie Razorblade "Pick your booby, monsieur."

He merely nodded in Rosie's direction, as the two quickly covered their chests as the elevator door opened on the lobby's floor, leaving him alone in the elevator. Britney narrowed her eyes at Rosie, as Rosie turned smiling.

Rosie Razorblade "Uno to none, bitch."

Britney Aries "You cheated."

Rosie Razorblade "How the fuck can you cheat by showing your tits, ho-factory?"

Britney Aries "You shook!"

Rosie Razorblade "Well yeah I did! I mean it was only because�?your boobs make me shake in excitement?"

Britney Aries "I would've won you whore!"

Rosie Razorblade "Bullshit, man! Don't get into this with me, slut."

Britney Aries "I'm getting into this with you, you cheating motherfucker! It's simple, your boobs shake, and attention is drawn. SO YOU CHEATED AND I'M NOT GOING TO STAND FOR IT."

Rosie Razorblade "You'll have to stand it, bitch."

Britney Aries "Bitch, I'll kill your dog if you don't excuse that vote."

Rosie Razorblade "I'll feed your vibrator to my dog if you try and make me excuse it another time, damn it!"

Britney Aries "Your dog'll be dead by then, mo'fucker."

Rosie stared at Britney blankly, before rolling her eyes and nodding her head in agreement. And for the next several hours, it was constant. One girl won, then the other did. It was a constant motherfucking circle of complete insanity; also involving a donkey show and a dime bag of weed that we'll completely ignore. The night had slowly started to roll in, as the two girls stood in front of their final three judges. Your usual suit-and-ties, their eyes were completely fixated on the ladies chest. Two numbers blinked up on the screen, one in neon pink and the other in a bright lime green shade. 4,174 vs. 4,173. [Okay so their scores weren't really that high, but let's let them feel like their special.] The three men raised their hands, pointing in opposite directions as the piercing siren filled the air. Of course, the men scattered as the two blondes turned around, wrapping their jackets around their chests tightly.

Rosie Razorblade "Let me deal with this."

Britney Aries "Fuck that, man!"

Rosie Razorblade "No, man trust me! I'm like totally persuasive with cops, I'm like the fucking Jesus of getting out a trouble."

Britney Aries "Jesus is a dude�?

Rosie Razorblade "Your fucking mother is a dude."

The two sides of the cop car swung open, as Rosie quickly cleared her throat, cutting off Britney's words before she could speak.

Rosie Razorblade "Shit man..."

Rosie mumbled softly, as the camera automatically turned to the two officers. Yes, they both clearly had tits. And not like Bob from Fight Club, either. The scene quickly switched, to the inside of the jail cell. The door swung shut, as Britney stared at Rosie angrily, crossing her arms over her chest.

Britney Aries "This is all your fault, you know that, don't you?"

Rosie Razorblade "How the fuck is this my fault, bitch!? You're the whore who made the contest up!"

Britney Aries "You're the whore who made me come up with the contest!"

Rosie Razorblade "I didn't make you come up with shit! Just because you're dying to be some attention whore, doesn't mean you have to blame me for your shit, damnit!"

Britney narrowed her eyes at the other half of the Crimson Syndicate, before diving at her. Their loud screams immediately drew attention, as a fresh officer arrived quickly slamming open the cell and pulling the two ladies apart.