Wendy Winston vs. Samantha Gang - Cheaters Never Prosper

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type
Smother Match
Victory Conditions
Victory can only be obtained by smothering an opponent into unconsciousness.

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Wendy’s breasts were slicked and gleaming, lathered up with her favorite lotion, giving them this lovely gleam that made them shimmer in the bright arena lights.

Her outfit was pristine, cleaned well before the match started, giving her this bright glow as she made her way down the ramp.

She was wearing her favorite facesitting panties, a tight blue thong that really got up into her crack, but somehow managed to keep from being uncomfortable. Well, too uncomfortable.

She looked great. She looked amazing. But more than that, she was in the perfect setup for smothering someone right the fuck out.

Wendy!

Wendy had been pressing the booking committee hard to get her into this match for a long time, coming to them again and again. The excuses for it were always different, but the general gist of it was that they didn’t trust her, they were uneasy about her work history, and they had heard unsavory, unconfirmed, unsupported rumors about the things that she had done since she came to LAW.

Unsavory, unconfirmed, unsupported rumors that were totally true, mind you, but they didn’t have anything to back any of it, so she took umbrage with all of it. In the end, she got her way and the match was made, but it took a little aggressive negotiation to push things through. Aggressive negotiations that required her giving a certain female member of the booking committee a long demonstration of her smothering prowess inside a broom closet. Needless to say, depriving someone of oxygen for an extended period of time tended to make them quite agreeable.

So, here she was, making her way down to the ring, sliding under the ropes and popping to her feet. She skipped around with a bright smile - a genuine, real one, even if the audience had no idea why she was wearing it. It had been a good, long while since she smothered anyone out with her tits, not counting the bitch from booking, of course. She was looking forward to the thrill of knocking someone out and leaving them as a stupid, blubbering mess.

Wendy was ready. Now, all she needed was her victim.

[dddybee]

Samantha had mixed feelings about smother matches. On one hand, the prospect of smothering others wasn't exactly foreign to her. Her first match in LAW was a smother match, and she enjoyed smothering with her pillowy boobs especially. However, she absolutely detested and even feared the prospect of being smothered herself. Whether it was the humiliation, the lack of air, an unfortunate incident in her troubled past, or all of the above, Ms. Gang didn't want to spend one second under her upcoming adversary's goods.

Another issue was that although Sam had smothered before, she wasn't exactly a smother specialist by any means. If there was any technique to stuffing your butt or boobs onto someone's face, Samantha was an average smother-er at best. If this Wendy girl was any good at smothering, the gang girl knew she could be in hot water.

Though she did have a plan. She'd try to make up for any type of skill difference between her foe, the same way she tried to do with all of her opponents, by playing low down and dirty! Ms. Gang figured all she had to do was throw some low blows here, some throat chops there, some sucker punches here, and Wendy would be too incapacitated to smother her. And this would of course leave Sam in position to do the smothering instead! That was the game plan at least.

Samantha's Entrance Theme

Samantha made her appearance into LAW Arena, walking down the ramp with a mean scowl on her face. Folks who had seen her pervious matches booed her for being the Infamous Cheater that she was, but the gang girl was used to it. She kept her eyes fixated on Wendy. And after entering the ring, she was face-to-face with her!

"Heh. Nice tie, dork. And what's with the equally tacky hearts cut into your equally tacky clothes?" Samantha snickered, in an unimpressed tone. "I hope you didn't come here hoping to keep your dignity intact. That is if you even had any to begin with."

Samantha!

[BlackAkuma]

Many questions were swirling through Wendy’s head as her opponent made her way down to the ring, but if she had to pick the biggest, it would be the one that she muttered just as Samantha was getting through the ropes.

”Who the fuck is this bitch?”

Wendy wouldn’t call herself an expert on LAW lore or anything, but she hadn't heard hide nor hair of this woman before, which seemed kind of odd given the way she was coming down to the ring. All proud and full of vinegar, like she was the best thing going, when it didn’t even look like she had the goods for this kind of match. Baby girl wasn’t in bad form or anything - she was even kind of hot, being honest. But it was all too clear that, for this sort of match, she’d brought a knife to a gunfight, and Wendy herself was working with a shotgun.

Wendy kept her face pleasant as Samantha made her way into the ring, not wanting to telegraph any of her misgivings, but when the woman spoke, she was faced with a decision: How was she going to approach this? She could drop the nice girl act and just start wailing on this bitch, or she could play it up all cutesy and maybe catch her off guard.

Both ways had their merit, and she eventually decided on the middle path.

”Oh, my!” She put a hand to mouth and did her best girlish giggle, making sure to hit the high notes. ”You’re right, my outfit is a little silly. Nowhere near as cool as your clothes - which thrift store did you get them from?”

[dddybee]

Samantha had a smug look about her, after insulting Wendy to her face. But her smile faded, after Ms. Winston let out a cute giggle. Was she not offended? The first part of Wendy's dialogue at at least got Samantha to think this girl would be a total pushover. "That's right. My clothes are cool as..." The black-haired woman started, before processing her opponent's implied insult. "Oh! A real wise girl, eh?! Let's see how smart you feel, after I leave your broken, unconscious body laying across the canvas!"

Ms. Gang said her threat viciously. Not considering that Wendy may also have a cruel side, and that her high-pitched giggled was part of some kind of act. Wendy's desire to go her middle route worked. Samantha was offended, but also didn't consider Wendy to be any kind of threat.

That being said, Samantha still wouldn't take any chances. She was a coward at heart, after all. She squared up with Wendy. But before the bell even rang, Sam would go for a dirty throat chop to Wendy's windpipe! Despite any protests from the referee, she'd be resorting to her cheating ways right off the back!

[BlackAkuma]

Ha, that was too easy. Wendy was already getting a good idea of what she was dealing with, here. It was the same uberbitch archetype that she’d grown annoyingly familiar with in school, before the genes kicked in and all her bullies decided to give her space. Bitches like that were a pain in the ass back then, and here was a shining example staring her right in the face.

So, maybe, this wasn’t such a bad thing for Wendy. It had been a while since she’d gotten to squash the sass out of someone this irritating. She could feel the nostalgia coming back in.

So, as she made her way forward, she was more than ready to run right over Samantha and send her packing back to whatever little dirty corner of the world she’d crawled out from. She was ready for an attack, planning on taking it and rocking her opponent from there and just steamrolling her.

And that was when it all kind of went to pot.

She expected an attack. She was not expecting her opponent to just throw out a random strike at her neck, cheating straight out of the gate, and you could tell her surprise from the wide-eyed gasp she made as she stumbled back and her hands went up to her throat. ”Ghhk! Bitch!”

[dddybee]

Samantha would land the first strike, though it was far from a legal one! The cheating heel nailed Wendy with a throat chop, before the bell even rang!

"Oh, I'll ding your bell!" Samantha snapped at the referee, who scolded her for the dirty move, before motioning for the bell to hurry up and ring. For once, a LAW referee effectively did their job. The distraction prevented Ms. Gang from following up as quickly as she'd like, but she'd be continuing her attack on Ms. Winston soon enough!

"Take this fool!" The gang girl cried, as she ran at her opponent and shamelessly went for another dirty strike. This time, Samantha would attempt to kick Wendy in the crotch, hoping to leave her fellow heel floored on the mat!

[BlackAkuma]

The pain wasn’t pissing Wendy off all that much. She could take a hit, damn sure could absorb more punishment than a snowflake like this was capable of dishing out. And as much as she hated the cheap shot, she could admit that she did similar stuff all the time.

No, what really ground her gears wasn’t the attack itself, but that Samantha beat her to it. That first cheap shot should’ve been hers, damn it.

But it was okay, no big deal - after all, she could always make up for lost time, and she could already see the perfect way to do it.

As Samantha moved in for a low blow, Wendy spun about, so that the kick would hit the side of her hip instead. This wasn’t just to protect herself, though - she kept spinning, building up momentum, and used it all when she swung her arm wide at Samantha’s face, looking to hit her with a powerful discus lariat - her signature move, the Wendmill.

[dddybee]

Samantha had started this match with a shameless throat chop, done shamelessly before the bell even rang. But after the scolding referee demanded the gang girl's attention, Wendy was granted some vital seconds to recover. She shook off the first hit well enough, before Samantha came at her with an attempted crotch kick!

The keep word being: 'attempted'. Samantha's strike would land, but it would only hit Wendy's hip. Her fellow heel had spun around! "Drat!" Sam complimented, but she was sure the kick did some damage. But whatever damage it may have done, Wendy toughly ate it up, before continuing to spin and spin! "UGH!" Ms. Gang didn't understand what Wendy was doing in time, thus she was stuck down by that strong discus lariat. Wendy's signature Wendmill sent Samantha straight to the mat!

[BlackAkuma]

Well, that was nice. Dropped Samantha like a bag of dirt. Quite satisfying. Wendy did have one question, though.

”’Drat’?”” She looked back over her shoulder at the wrecked woman. ”Who the heck says ‘drat’?”

She had a little chuckle at it as she switched focus again, bringing all her attention back to the center of her ire. Her natural instinct was to start wailing away on the bitch, but she fought that for now, not forgetting what the aim of this match was. Might as well start smothering now.

Wendy dropped down beside Samantha, reached out, and brought her hand over her mouth, clamping it down tight, blocking it and her nose at the same time. ”Let’s see what I can do about that pretty mouth of yours…”

[dddybee]

Samantha did not reply to Wendy's question. While it was true she did not want to humor the girl with a response, in truth, Sam was still to stunned by the Wendmill to answer! Not waiting for the gang girl to formulate any kind of response, Wendy decided to go straight into smothering her. However, it wasn't the type of smother one would think, regarding this type of match. Rather than getting a face-full of butt or boobs, Samantha's airways were blocked by Wendy's hand!

"Mmmph?!" Samantha protested. She'd grab hold of Wendy's wrist, to pull that hand away. Afterwards, Samantha would sit up and try to strike Wendy's chin with a rising uppercut.