Natasha Rostivik vs Tamago Oshiro - standard match

[RJD]

As Tamago looked atop Natasha from inside the ring she would notice the woman glaring, at this point the Daredevil knew her opponent well enough to figure that some creative Russian curses were likely about to be flung her way, however the Japanese woman didn't wait for them as she had her own response planned out regardless of what curses Natasha chose to go with.

Gathering speed as she ran towards and rebounded off the opposite rope the daredevil would fire off towards Natasha's ropes, before hurling herself impressively through the middle ropes before colliding with Natasha. Tamago crumbling painfully to the concrete, but managing to bare the pain as she figured the Russian's landing would be much harsher. The crowd starting to get behind Tamago more now as she brought the fight to the smaller woman, the crowd eager to see Natasha get her just deserts for all her trash talking and cheap tricks.

The ref's count almost being completely overshadowed by the jeering and cheering of the crowd, however Tamago would be able to tune her eyes to the sound even if it was difficult to do, listening closely as she pushed up into a kneeling position. The ref counting to three as she did so.

The daredevil would then try to shift her efforts to standing up, but before she did she would feel the Russian pawing at her body, but Tamago would ignore that for now as she rose to her feet, figuring that Natasha was too pained right from from her heavy frame crashing into her own that she wouldn't be able to do much. Which was certainly a comforting thought since Tamago simply didn't have the stamina to launch another big attack on the resilient Russian yet. Tamago standing up slowly as the ref continued to count.

" Four...Five"

[RiotGrrl]

Natasha pawed at Tamago but the Japanese girl simply brushed her off and rose to her feet. The Russian would follow, getting up to her feet and wobbling due to the amount of energy Tamago had sapped out of the Natasha. As the ref continued to count, Natasha would stumble toward her rival and grab her by the hair. Instead of launching an attack to try and stun the Japanese wrestler and win by count out, the Russian would attempt to roll the girl under the bottom rope by force. Natasha didnt want a count out, she wanted the girl to be begging for air, pinned beneath her and buried in the plump cheeks of the Smother Queen in LAW. This wasnt about winning, it was personal. Natasha was started to develop a hatred for Tamago and that could on mean one thing, as much humiliation as possible to be enforced on her!

If Natasha managed to get the powerful wrestler in the ring, she would quickly follow and break the count by the ref girl. The Russian would scramble to keep as much control as she could of Tamago by grabbing her head providing she stayed at a crawl position. If it worked, Natasha would thrust the girls head between her thighs and grip it as tight as she could so Tamago was on her hands and knees ahead of her

The Russian raised her hands choosing to showboat for a moment, the confidence oozing through her veins.

"Time to end zee pathetic challenge with zee Putin Powerbomb!"

Natasha would shout out to the crowd, who were reigning down boos on the Russian. She was going to try and end the match by lifting up Tamago and planting her with her finisher of the same name

The Russian bent forward and got a grip around Tamago's waist. She was feeling the strain and was sweating hard from the effort. With a deep breath she tried to lift Tamago but just only got her feet up off the canvas as her arms shook. Natasha dropped Tamago so her feet came back down again. She gasped and shook her head feeling the moment of advantage slipping away with each second

[RJD]

Tamago as she got to her feet was about to look for Natasha, but that would soon prove to be needless as the Russian grasped her from behind and took a rough grasp of her hair. The daredevil letting out a slight cry as she felt her hair being pushed, not getting much time to act before the self proclaimed queen of smothering rolled her under the bottom rope. Despite previously being in control Tamago not playing to her opponent's tune somewhat, slightly frustrated that she had allowed her opponent to sneak up on her, letting out a frustrated groan as the Russian firmly grasped her by the head and pulled her between her slick heavy thighs once again.

The daredevil feeling her opponent's thighs dig into her skull somewhat as she lifted her hands from the canvas and instead placed them on her opponent's slick skin, firmly grasping it as she tried to think of a way out of this bad spot. Meanwhile Natasha would take some time to taunt to the crowd, even telling Tamago what was coming up, luckily Natasha's custom name for her power bomb being pretty self explanatory towards what the move was, giving the Japanese woman a fair inkling of what was coming.

Tamago at first just wriggling her own hits and pointing her rear up somewhat, just in order to get a grasp for how much mobility she had even if it did have the secondary effect of catching the eyes of a few crowd members. The daredevil would figure pretty quickly that she couldn't move much, which mean she had to go for one option, planting all her weight down and hoping that her will and body were heavy enough not to be hoisted by the Russian.

Tamago would feel her opponent grip her waist and would try to put all her weight down, making it as difficult for Natasha as possible. The daredevil feeling a cold chill go down her back as for a moment the woman lifted her, before then dropping her forward. The Japanese woman thinking for a moment she was about to be dropped painfully to the canvas, but knowing that her chance was now. The daredevil's feet falling back to the mat as she positioned her hands against her opponent's knees and then tried to stand up with all her strength, as she thrusted her hands upwards into her opponent's knees and tried to push the Russian up with her to make supporting both women's weights easier. Tamago hoping to drop her opponent into the mat with a back body drop. If successful Tamago then falling onto her knees and looking over her shoulder, to survey the damage inflicted upon the seductively sensual Russian.

[RiotGrrl]

Natasha struggled to lift Tamago, not really because the girl was too heavy, although a dead lift of more than your own bodyweight was tough for anyone, let alone Natasha was who exhausted. She took a deep breath, her sweaty body against the Japanese wrestlers back and tried one more lift.

"NIET!" she cried out and let go of the Japanese girl.

As Natasha panted like a dog in summer, this was all the momentum shift that Tamago needed. The Russian felt herself grabbed around the knees and her eyes opened wide. She knew what was happening but it was way too late. Natasha thrust her out arms and waved them to protest much to the crowds delight. She looked left and right frantically as her own boots were taken off the canvas. The arena began to spin and not in the manner the Russian had expected or wished. It seemed like time had stopped but she went up and over to end in a loud and heavy WHAM!

"AGGHHHH!" Natasha hit the canvas hard on the back and immediately sat up, her chest thrust out, back arched slightly and her mouth wide open with eyes winced and shut tight. The Russia dropped back down to the canvas and lay there moaning. Her boots kicked in pain and she was in a very vulnerable position. The crowd urged the Japanese wrestler on. they started chanting her name to try and spurn the wrestler on to capitalize on the shift and make it count against the sneaky Russian.

Natasha knew she had to do something and rolled on her stomach. She was a sore sweaty mess, her normally soft hair stuck to her forehead and cheek. Gasping hard she crawled with just her hands a few inches away from Tamago, it was a long was off but the Russian was heading for the sanctuary of the ropes, but they may as well have been in a different country.

[RJD]

As Tamago was almost lifted the crowd wohld let out a slight gasp, luckily for the Japanese crowd their national hero didn't give in to the Russian's strength. Natasha's sweaty body and large breasts pressing into the daredevil's back as she tried to lift her, Tamago feeling almost intimidated by the weight pressing on her back.

Of course the daredevil didn't let that get to her, instead trying to turn around the momentum and back drop her opponent into the canvas. The Japanese wrestlers own battlecry almost overpowering Natasha's own roar of pain, the intense wills of both wrestler's being displayed as it seemed to be a constant struggle for either to force the other to step down and stop resisting.

The daredevil looking over her shoulder as she saw Natasha, the crowd's cheering and Tamago's own thrill fuelled fast heart best motivating her to keep on pressing the advantage. The daredevil actually smiling even against such a heinous for as she bent down and grabbed her by the hair. Tamago loving the tense action and thrill of the fight.

The daredevil would then lift Natasha into a standing position, letting out a groan as she did so before then grabbing the standing Natasha by the hair. " Seems like you just can't keep me down " The daredevil would say, before trying to Irish whip her opponent into the nearest corner and immediately run after her. Tamago hoping to nail her opponent with a big clothesline in the corner as soon as the seductive Soviet turned around to face her in the corner.

[RiotGrrl]

Natasha crawled as best she could, The Russian had been taken to the limit by the Japanese wrestler but still no winner was in sight. The crowd cheered for Tamago to press home the advantage and put away the Russian for the last time. As Natasha crawled, she was sweating hard, her body ached and she knew that at any moment the end could come, however, Natasha was a fighter. She was in her own mind a champion, if not officially one within LAW. The comment from Tamago drew a growl from Natasha. And she felt the girl go for her hair again

"UUGNNN HAIR!" Natasha gasped, not that she expected any help from the ref girl, but she had to try all that she could in the circumstances. The two were like a pair of bulls clashing heads, neither of which was going to relent easily. Picked up to a standing position, Natasha made a weak but determined gesture to swing a slap at Tamago's body. It wouldnt do much damaged even if it connected, but if she was to be beaten, Natasha was not going to take it easily. Tamago was showering herself in favour with the LAW universe. Regardless of the outcome, there wasnt many wrestlers who could go the full distance with the Russian Seductress and come out on top or look as powerful.

Natasha was whipped across the ring. Her weary legs pumped her body along the canvas and then WHAM into the corner. Such was the force of the impact that the Russian instinctively grabbed the ropes to stop herself from crashing to her bottom. Tamago had other ideas! The clothesline hit hard, right across Natasha's sweaty large breasts. The THUD echoed around the arena, even above the cheers and roars. Natasha sunk down to her bottom as Tamago planned. She looked up at her rival and shook her head, a hand coming to paw at Tamago's thigh.

There wasnt much Natasha could do now against Tamago's assault, whatever she planned, Natasha would just have to hold on and pray and the Japanese wrestler would slip up so she could shift the momentum back in her favour. Defiantly, Natasha gasped towards Tamago

"Zis isnt over biatch. At zee end you will be begging me to pin you! Zee Smother Queen of LAW alwayz winz!!"

Bold words from a wrestler sat on her behind, bathed in sweat and desperate for any opening in the match. Even though she was near exhaustion, Natasha slumped to her side and attempted to crawl on her hands and knees again, barely even getting into position. Natasha was deliberately trying to annoy her rival now. If Tamago wanted the girl trapped in the corner, she was going to have to make her!

[RJD]

Tamago would ignore the raging boar's roar as she forced the other wrestler onto her feet. Rather than releasing Natasha's hair the daredevil would grip it tighter, as Natasha started to struggle more and slapped her body, the impacts functioning more to remind her that the Russian still wasn't willing to sit back and take whatever she dealt out, rather than to cause significant pain. The heavier woman whipping her opponent into the corner and then nailing her with a big clothesline that knocked the Russian into her plump behind against the turnbuckle.

The daredevil would then feel the woman paw at her thigh and would look down at her to survey the damage, listening to her threat. Rather than responding though Tamago would simply turn around and swing her hips as she did so, quickly turning and then sitting down. Resulting in Tamago suddenly nailing her opponent with a hip attack before sitting for a second on her face. Tamago then grabbing the top ropes and lifting herself up before dropping down again, repeating the process a few times. Tamago making sure that she squished the woman's features over and over, before then simply sitting back without moving, just raising one of her arms for the roaring crowd as she flattened Natasha under her ass.

" You sure you don't want this to be over? At this rate a new queen will be crowned. " The daredevil would say, putting all her weight back before very slowly and forcefully grinding her hips in a circular motion. Tamago putting her weight behind her gyrations, dragging her sticky skin across her opponent's face, dragging her behind almost, so that her large round cheeks would squish every inch of that face. Meanwhile she could hear fans cheering and see the flashes of cameras. Tamago figuring she must be doing something right if the fans were so into it.

While it was true the daredevil only smothered on occasion, she would be lying if she said she didn't find pleasure in squashing the cocky Russian's features under her behind. Tamago feeling some slight sadistic pleasure, a grin plastered on her face as she gave Natasha her own personalized stinkface which utilized her strong style wrestler and weight.

[RiotGrrl]

Natasha sat on her rear with a deep breath, she was virtually out of energy but couldnt let Tamago simply win. As she attempted to crawl away, the Japanese wrestler easily moved her back, which the Russian didnt have the energy to fight back. As Tamago swung her hip it connected with Natasha's cheeks causing the sweaty purple haired Russian to cry out. Again and again that hip came crashing down into her face and Natasha's whole body jolted from the impact. it didnt help that the crowd started to count with every swing just to taunt the Russian. Eventually the hip based assault stopped and Natasha's head rolled back. The scent of Tamago's sweat and musk was deep in her nose and she gagged a little. It was ironic, given how Natasha would sit her sweaty buttocks on a rivals face without a second thought, now she knew what it was like.

As the Japanese wrestler teased the Russian, Natasha mumbled out

"Ziz iz not ove....MMFFFF!"

it certainly was. Tamago planted who huge backside square on Natasha's face which sent the crowd wild. The Smother Queen of LAW was being smothered in the exact move she would do if given a chance. The Russian was in DEEP and in DEEP trouble! She was in danger of being suffocated by those damp plump cheeks as the whole of Tamago's musk filled her senses. The gyrations ensured that the whole of Natasha's face was smothered and covered by the Japanese wrestler. The Russian was red faced, humiliated and needed air fast. She reached and blindly fumbled her hands for Tamago's cheeks. Initially she slapped and pushed but there was no shifting the big girls weight. Natasha was panicking and needed to get out or be knocked out.

Natasha's protests were muffled as the Japanese buttocks formed a perfect seal

Eventually she managed to get a small pocket of slate air and a gap that allowed her to duck down and lay on the canvas. She was free of the smother and was on her back, face slick with her breath and Tamago's sweat. The Russian lay there coughing and raised her hand limply in an attempt to try and wipe it all away, but it was in deep.

The crowd urged Tamago to finish off Natasha who would have to use all her reserves of energy to stay alive, but the tide was shifting and hope of a Russian comeback was dwindling fast!

[RJD]

The daredevil would make sure to give the fans what they wanted, both using her behind as a battering ram to crash into her opponent's skull and letting her damp flesh smack into Natasha's face with every hip attack. Tamago doing it once, then twice, then three times. The daredevil being as extreme with smothering as she was with everything, annihilating the corned woman with what seemed to be her weapon of choice in this match, finding pleasure in the fact that there would be plenty of gifs on the internet of the cocky woman being knocked down a peg and humiliated in such a painful and effective way.

The daredevil doing her fifth and final hip attack before simply sitting back for a few seconds, the crowd erupting in support, as the only person in the whole arena who would object to the current scene was occupied with her face buried deep between Tamago's cheeks. The daredevil waving to the fans before then slowly grinding her hips around Natasha's face, not letting her opponent off each in the slightest as she gave the smother queen not just a taste, but a full course meal of her own medicine. The woman underneath's face turning and tilting only when Tamago willed it to, and it would be her glutes that controlled every inch of her face, at this point Tamago's musk no doubt sticking to her opponent's face by this point. Natasha slapping against Tamago's meaty thighs, and pushed against her cheeks, causing the flesh to momentarily shift upwards, before flooding downwards and giving the trapped woman precious little moments to brief as she did so.

Tamago would have continued this treatment forever, give the smother queen the defeat befitting of her title, however in her energetic and thorough squashing and smothering the daredevil would have too much fun, taking too long to stay in one position which resulted in Natasha being able to slip out of her behind and instead fall upon the canvas under the bottom rope. To the Russian it probably didn't feel so much as if she had succeeded in forcing her way out of a smother, but moreso she desperately clawed out of it, looking like a sailor who had went overboard at sea and been swept up wet, tired and defeated upon a shore.

" Have it your way, if you still haven't accepted your fate then I'll just try to make it even clearer for you. " The daredevil would warn, her voice not sounding playful or having a teasing tone to it. The Japanese woman standing up and walking out of the corner, before then grasping both her opponent's legs and trapping them under her arms, before then dragging her out of the corner slightly, not to far but far enough that it would be fairly difficult for her to quickly escape to the outside. Then the daredevil would step over her person, giving the Russian a look of her crotch and breasts as she approached her upper body, and then a view of her rear as she completely walked past her opponent and started to climb the corner.

Tamago climbing atop the second rope and bouncing a few times, before then bouncing one last time and leaping backwards, trying to land a banzai drop onto Natasha's chest, squashing her under all that weight. Then if successful the daredevil would quickly lift her hips forward and non nonchalantly drop them on the Russian's face, her thighs pointing upwards as she tried to position her feet atop her opponent's hands, hopefully pinning them down as she sat up fully. The daredevil's whole weight being pressed down upon Natasha through her crotch and behind as she squished the woman underneath's features into her butt and crotch.

" One! " The ref yelled, as Tamago looked between her spreaded legs down at the woman, maintaining stern eye contact with the wrestler underneath with her knees pointing up towards the ceiling.

[RiotGrrl]

As Natasha lay there the rising doubt crept into her mind, tormenting her as much as her rival did, and with every breath, the Russian knew the crowd were baying for the Japanese woman to finish her off. Natasha barely had time to wipe her face as Tamago grabbed her legs and pulled her away from the turnbuckles, for a moment she panicked, thinking that the last thing she needed right now was a crab move or something else to strain her tired muscles. The Russian had been pushed over the edge and her body ached all over, nevermind that her senses were still being invaded by the scent of Tamago's smothering. Had this been anyone else facing with treatment, Natasha would have approved greatly, perhaps Tamago had seen the Russian in action before, but one thing was apparent, Tamago could smother with ruthless efficiency that even Natasha admired her, even if she would never admit it.

The crowd chanted as Tamago moved, Natasha now seeing faint glimpses like the flash of a camera, each, "photo" like image telling the story of her impending humiliation. The Russian moaned with the shadow looming over her now. Her mind was screaming for her to get out of the way, faced with Tamago, the view of her thick thighs and the very round plump cheeks the Russian knew so well was not something she wished to take again, but Natasha couldnt move. She watched in slow motion horror as the Japanese wrestler jumped and descended down, the sight of her large buttocks coming ever closer until WHAM!!!!

"AGGGHHHHHH NEIT....."

Natasha's body and legs bounced with the impact. The large chest she was so proud of, one of her chief weapons in her big to become Smother Queen of LAW were now crushed under the weight of Tamago. Natasha came to rest and tried to inhale all she could but the Japanese wrestler had smushed her good, even a few of the crowd stopped cheering given the impact of the move which surely must finish off the Russian now. To make sure, Tamago had remembered her previous moves and bounced with the motion of landing. Her large bottom and crotch rested on Natasha's face completing the devastating facesit pin. Natasha's eyes went wide with indignation at the method by which she was being picked apart, she couldnt get any air which she desperately needed, save for the scent of sweat and Tamago's excitement. It was obvious that although the Japanese wrestler was not "into" smothering in the same manner as Natasha, having the Russian's tired face nuzzle between her legs was pleasurable.

The ref dropped and make the first count. All Natasha could see was Tamago smirking down at her. It was humiliating, it was intense, and it was signaling to the whole of LAW that Tamago could hold her own with the best. As Natasha squirmed and kicked her legs, she found there was nothing she could do, her air was short, her hands were pinned, and had over 150lbs of Japanese wrestler on her face.

The ref slapped the canvas for TWO and the crowd waited, some already jumping with joy that Tamago was going to win this match