An unstoppable force and a smotherable object: Yoro "Yoyo" Yobi vs Ossi Shamar

[Kreydos]

Match Type: Multi-Fall Smother Match
Victory Condition: Secure falls via KO or submission with a smother move. First to two falls wins.

Garbed in an American flag themed nylon bikini, Yoro awaited for the sound of her music within the LAW arena's gorilla position. She passed the time by limbering up, which in her case mostly consisted of bouncing on the soles of her feet while occasionally rolling her shoulders or throwing a warm up kick. Soon enough, she heard the first few beats of her entrance song, prompting her lips to form a broad smile.

Appearance Reference

Entrance Theme

With that bright smile, she hopped out from backstage and struck her signature pose with two peace signs. However, she didn't immediately make her way down the ramp and instead jogged around the stage area, giving spirited high fives to nearby audience members as she went. After a couple rounds, she paused and aligned herself with the ring. She again bounced around on her feet and pumped her fists to psyche both herself as well as the audience up.
And then she went full throttle, sprinting down the ramp at full speed before jumping and slipping under the bottom ropes, entering into the ring with a smooth long slide. Her bold, high energy stunt brought cheers from the crowds as she sprung to her feet and shot both fists into the air for another pose. "Oh yeah!" She exclaimed as she completed her entrance. Afterwards, she jogged to her corner and hopped atop the top turnbuckle, casually taking a seat with her legs playfully dangling about as she waited on her opponent to enter the stage.

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Ossi Shamar waited backstage, a petulant expression on her pretty features as she prepared for yet another match - clad in her classic green and gold lycra belly top, briefs, long golden gloves and green boots. This would be a smother match this time which brought back unpleasant memories of the breasts and backsides of other women sending the Syrian heiress to oblivion. She tried to force those thoughts from her mind, tossing her thick locks of dark hair and trying to retain her confidence in spite of her dismal record in LAW. If she could just string a couple of wins together...

Ossi Shamar

Her music Fierce Pop Starlet came pounding from the speakers and Ossi strutted out into the light to be immediately met by a tidal wave of mocking jeers from the uncouth fans of LAW. Her expression formed into a scowl and she kept her eyes forward, chin high as she strode down the ramp, hoping the blush of embarrassment in her cheeks was not too obvious. The Arab beauty clambered onto the apron and between the ropes to join her next foe in the ring.

"Let us get this started," she declared to her opponent as she looked Yoro up and down, examining the woman's curves and bust, trying not to imagine the ignominy of being smothered out by the buxom newcomer's impressive assets. "I wouldn't pay attention to these gibbering fools in the crowd. They have no essence of respect or class!"

[Kreydos]

"Wow, you're eager!" Yoro cheerfully exclaimed as she hopped off the turnbuckle. "No names, no introduction, no nothing. You just want to get in there hard and fast, huh?" Remaining oblivious to the innuendo in her words, she bounced on the soles of her feet as she aligned herself with her opponent and anticipated the start of the match. "Alrighty then. I hope you like it rough because I am really gonna lay into you."

As soon as the bell rung, the blackette sprinted at full speed and quite literally threw herself at Ossi for a running vertical splash. If Yoro misses, she would simply roll onto her feet and try the exact same splash stratagem once again. Should she succeed on either of these attempts, she would take advantage of her newfound position atop her opponent to shift her body and press her chest onto the Arab's face to lock the breast smother in place as soon as possible.

[arktriumph]

Ossi's scowl deepened at the uncouth words of the woman standing before her, and she heard more than one snigger in the audience in response to Yoro's innuendo's. The wrestler herself seemed oblivious, however, carrying on without a thought. The Syrian beauty snorted dismissively at Yoro's speech.

"Enough of your prattling," she sneered, rolling her eyes. "Thankfully this match demands that I shut you up!"

She began to set her feet as the bell rang, only for Yoro to come hurtling towards her with surprising speed, leaping and attempting the vertical splash attack! Ossi reacted in the nick of time dodging to the side as Yoro's frame came flying by. She stumbled awkwardly, thrown off balance by the sudden motion, and turned with her hands raised, expecting to lock up with her foe after the failed attack.

Instead she discovered Yoro already flying towards her again. Ossi let out a yelp of panic as this time Yoro slammed into her, effortlessly knocking the arrogant Arab flat on her back with her opponent on top of her!

"NO! GET O-GMMPHHHHHH!" Ossi blared shrilly as Yoro wasted no time in shoving her breasts into the heiress's face in a smother. Ossi flailed in a panic, legs kicking wildly and hands pressing at Yoro's shoulders in a desperate attempt to dislodge her foe.

[Kreydos]

Despite missing her first body splash, Yoro's second splash succeeded in its entirety, ending with her knocking down Ossi to the canvas while also mounting her in the same motion. Getting in the breast smother in place from there was a piece of cake. The Arab instantly reacted by squirming around to free herself which included kicking about and pushing at the Japanese woman's shoulders. "Op, hahah, nice!" She giggled as she tried to snatch Ossi's wrists and press them against the canvas. "Thanks, you made the hand job a lot easier!" Yoro would playfully tease the heiress if successful.

Meanwhile, Yoyo struggled to entangle her legs with the thrashing legs of her opponent's. She aimed to cinch in a full grapevine pin to supplement her breast smother and perhaps more importantly, assert total control over the situation. If she was also successful on that front, she would gyrate her upper body. "Doing this is supposed to disorientate you." She jokingly explained. "Whether it actually does or not, I don't really mind. I can swing both ways."

[arktriumph]

"NGMPHH...NO-GNGHH!" Ossi complained petulantly as she tried to turn her head away from the smothering darkness of Yoro's impressive cleavage. It became quickly apparent, however, that she was not escaping any time soon, as Yoro got a hold of her wrists, effortlessly pinning Ossi's hands down to the canvas to stop her from pushing her foe away. She let out a shrill cry of outrage as she tried to free herself, but Yoro was clearly much stronger than the reeling Arab beauty.

Her cheeks reddened as Yoro continued blathering away, her inadvertent innuendo's bringing further embarrassment to the trapped Syrian. She bucked her hips, twisting and kicking for all she was worth. Soon, however, the last part of Yoro's embrace was completed as she entwined her legs around Ossi's pushing them open and trapping them in a full grapevine hold.

"MGPPHHHHHH!" Ossi shrieked in impotent fury as she was completely immobilized, trapped helplessly beneath Yoro with the other woman's tits pressed down tightly over her face. Her only motions now were pathetic twitches of her nubile body, but there was no escape. Yoro gyrated against her, only compounding the humiliating position the aristocrat found herself in.

Feeling her head beginning to spin from the lack of oxygen Ossi let out a whimper of dismay, not quite able to believe that she'd been trapped like this by effectively the first move of the match. But had happened and there was no way out. If she was KO'd here she may not recover and Yoro could take a second fall easily.

"Nghh...shmmmmt! GNH! I SHMMMMT!" she tried to voice her submission but her words were muffled into meaninglessness, and she couldn't even tap out with all four of her limbs trapped. She could only hope Yoro realised what was happening - otherwise Ossi was going nowhere!

[Kreydos]

"You 'shmtshmtshmt'?" With light laughter, Yoro mischievously repeated her opponent's muffled words. "Looks like it was I who shut you up, huh?" She casually commented aloud as she continued gyrating her breasts, at the same time forcing her trapped victim's face to sink ever deeper into her bust. Unfortunately for Ossi, all of her attempts to submit went over Yoyo's head who resumed as is without batting an eye.

However, when she sensed the heiress's resistance weaken to the point of non-existence, Yoro would stop the gyrating and shift her chest downwards, freeing Ossi's eyes but keeping her nose and mouth thoroughly smothered. "Hey-uh, you gonna submit?" The Japanese woman asked cluelessly, all while keeping both her breast smother and her grapevine pin firmly in place. "Could it be? Are you into this sorta thing?" She tenatively probed. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course."

She met the Arabian's gaze but that was just about it. Unless she manages to free her mouth to get out a verbal submission, Yoro would continue smothering away. And to make matters worse for Ossi, Yoyo's smother only grew more and more suffocating as time passed.

[arktriumph]

"MMPPPPGHH!" Ossi shrieked in desperation as Yoro seemed totally oblivious at her attempts to submit, still gyrating her breasts over the Syrian's face and burying her deeper into her foes cleavage. Her struggles grew weak to the point of total meaninglessness, and only then was there a slight release in the pressure.

Yoro's tits were eased back, revealing Ossi's wide, panicked eyes, but not releasing her from the smother. She discovered Yoro looking down on her, the other woman seemingly having exerted almost no effort to pin the arrogant Arab to the canvas. Ossi let out another muffled mewl of desperate submission but Yoro was still speaking.

Hearing the ultimatum, Ossi tried to nod, but found she was still trapped in place, still rapidly losing air! She couldn't tap out... she couldn't verbally submit! She couldn't do anything! Ossi whimpered pathetically, trying to indicate her submission somehow, but it was too late. With only a few more seconds of Yoro's suffocating embrace passing, Ossi's eyes slowly rolled back in her skull. Her eyelids fluttered briefly before, with a weak sigh of capitulation she slipped into unconsciousness, her supple body sagging limp beneath Yoro.

[Kreydos]

Yoro recieved no proper answer to her question, not one that she could understand anyway. So she simply maintained both her grapevine and breastsmother until the point that Ossi passed out. "Welp, that was easy." Yoyo commented in an amused tone before she rolled off her unconscious opponent and left the referee to confirm the knockout. Upon being awarded the first fall of the match, she sprung to her feet and posed with two peace signs. "~Yatta!~"

Then, she crouched down by the Arab's body and poked her nose. "Bop." The Japanese jokingly muttered as she repeated her nose poking antics. "Bop-bop-bop. Wake up. Bop-bop." As soon as Ossi started showing signs of life, Yoro would smile and stand up. "Okay, play time now." Almost instantly she jumped upwards and attempted another splash, this time a big splash targetting the stomach.

[arktriumph]

Fortunately for Ossi, being knocked spark out, she didn't hear Yoro's rather withering assessment of her efforts in the match thus far. The other woman rolled clear, leaving the Syrian's unconscious body splayed out on the canvas for the cameras and the fans to lap up.

It took a while for Yoro's subsequent poking and prodding to get any semblance of activity from the Arab beauty. She eventually stirred with a faint moan, her eyes fluttering open to find herself staring up at the arena lights. She touched a gloved hand to her head, back arching slightly as the memories of the disastrous first fall slowly began ebbing back into her mind.

"GGAAUUUGHHH!" Ossi blurted in shock as she was wrenched fully back into consciousness by the thunderous impact of Yoro's follow up splash. The breath was driven from her as the woman landed on her stomach, causing her arms and legs to briefly fly up off the canvas before she collapsed flat on her back beneath her foe once more, wheezing for breath and trying to make sense of what had happened!