Ayame vs Aoki - Smothering the Ring Purple

[Taskmaster12]

Smother Match: Match will be decided when one submits or is knocked out via a smother.

It was her first match in some time and just before the PPV that she had managed to get a spot for. To say Ayame was nervous would be putting things to lightly. She was at least excited even though she couldn’t for the life of her recall why she was being assigned to a smother match. Was LAW implying she was fat? Self consciously looking in the mirror she checked herself out. Well she didn’t look worse for wear. Damn the bitch who jumped her and made her feel this nervous if she ever remembered who that was she would never stop beating her ass. Ayame took along breathe. These were distracting thoughts she couldn’t come back and just lose, so she couldn’t be distracted. “Okay. Okay. We got this.” Reassuring herself she would then make her way to the entrance. Her music started playing and Ayame the Wolf returned to the LAW for the first time in some time. It frustrated her that she hadn’t had a match for months but that was then. She had to live in the now and the crowd seemed eager to see her again, with some mixed reactions given other actions she had taken that she was it don’t for now. Ayame slid into the ring and scurried off to her corner letting her hand slide across her chest and ass. Which would be better suited for smothering? And what would her opponent bring to the table?

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[Violet]

"Bad" would be an understatement in describing her run in LAW so far. She fell from that of an Empress respected and revered. To a commoner, fighting to keep what dignity there is left etched on her name. To a slave, preyed by her foe at each fight and shown as a trophy. She was degraded, dragged through the mud. But it matters not! This is her redemption. She had fallen before, long until she became the Purple Empress, and yet she soared! Assurances Aoki told herself as she slapped her cheeks, waiting on the gorilla position.

As if a switch had been flipped, she then wore the smuggest smirk on her face. The Purple Empress' smirk. A mask of confidence she'd need to fight and reclaim herself! It's her cue!

Aoki Natsumi

Her music kicked in as lights flared to life and verged to the center of the stage. Then came bursting out of the curtains, occupying that very spot was none other than the Purple Empress! She stood there, chin tipped up. She shone with the regal purple of her outfit that traced every fine line of her body. From her voluptuous breast, down on her hips and slender thighs and legs. Hand on her cocked hip, the crowd cheered and raveled at her sight!

Aoki strutted towards the ring with utmost confidence. Her eyes never veered away from her foe for tonight! Each step she took made her hips sway, drawing eyes like a magnet to her rump tightly hugged by her purple outfit! Her breasts bounced as if trying to be freed out of her outfit! Scaling the steps toward the ring apron, she weaved a leg over the middle ropes. Her upper body then bent forward to follow suit and slip through. Her back bowed as she subtly showed off her ass! While doing so, she stared at the ogling crowd with a smirk on her face. They were stupefied, stunned, intoxicated by her mighty ass!

Soon, Aoki settled and relaxed on her corner, leaning on the turnbuckles, her arms draped over the top rope. Her opponent is nubile, no doubt, but the Empress knew that just nubile is not enough! She pouted her lips towards her foe as if kissing her from afar.

"I wonder how hot that body of yours would look when you're already under my butt!" Aoki bit her lower lip suggestively imagining the outcome inside her head.

[Taskmaster12]

Wow. When it came to confidence it was clear who was the winner. Ayame looked good but everything about her opponent screamed royalty fitting her name. The crowd was eating up her curves and figure which was scarcely covered by that suit of lovely purple that seemed as dark as the one Ayame was wearing. She had barely made it down to the ramp shaking her breasts and ass before Ayame felt intimidated by her stare. She wanted to look away but even that was impossible, she was hooked! She told herself to calm down and not show it but she felt her face heat up when Aoki went to her corner and continued to look like a figure for champions. “Your butt?” Ayame only half heard her words which snapped her out of the stare she was trapped in, the crowd and her opponent had to notice how meek she looked. “Calm yourself! You can’t lose it before the match has even started, you’ll be beaten for sure.” Muttering to herself and hoping she didn’t look like a loon she quickly stared back at Aoki and turned around giving her ass a spank. “Oh sorry about that. I was too busy wondering what face you might make under my butt. Or maybe if I like you enough I’ll let you get closer to these.” Turning around she stuck her chest out letting her chest shake. She really hoped she sounded and looked as confident as she was trying to be or she’d look pathetic.

[Violet]

The Purple Empress’s confidence seeped through every crevice of her body. Her back leaned on the turnbuckles. Posture wide and regal as she draped her arms over the top ropes, showing off her jaw dropping body. A nonchalant smirk painted across her face as she stared at the eye candy in front of her.

She held no doubt in her superiority above her. It was another chance given to her like a present! A chance to redeem herself in front of her fans. And she’d not let it go unsmothered this time!

The Empress scoffed at how they seemed frozen just by staring at her curves! The indecisiveness. The choice of words. The pause. The stutter and mutter. All’s left is for her to drool and she’d be like any commonfolk that deems it a grace to be blessed by her mere presence. All her words mean nothing to the empress by now, garbled by those signs. She’s prey!

“Are you sure that is what you are imagining, hmm?” Her hands snaked to her hips then moved upwards. Slowly, tracing her fine curves as she shook and swiveled her hips in one fluid motion. Not much unlike a belly dancer. Adding gasoline to the fire burning on their cheeks.

“Or is it really what it would feel like to be under these?” She trailed her words as her hands reached the side of her chest. She pushed her breasts together. The supple flesh yielded to each other. Squeezed against each other. They threatened to snap out of her tight outfit as she massaged them with a gentle tease, urging Ayame to yearn for it!

“I assure you, a loss wouldn’t be any sweeter than a loss to me.” She smirked, her words brimming with intent.

Her hands released their grab on her bust letting it bounce back to its form as she sauntered to the center of the ring. Where she then took a stance, waiting for the bell to ring!

[Taskmaster12]

Play up your confidence no matter what because an opponent who thinks you're scared will act on it. Ayame had those words from her training playing in her head but even with her show of bravado it was clear Aoki had not been impressed by it. Her body overflowed with confidence and Ayame had to watch and try not to feel intimidated by Aoki letting her hands slide up her figure while she shook her hips to let her curves work their alluring magic. All to reach the main event grabbing and pressing her tight boobs together while trying to entice Ayame with the image of her face being trapped between them. The way her breasts fought her outfit when pressed so tight like that made Ayame’s face hot, a heat that showed color when Aoki pulled her hands away to match to the center and let her boobs shake in the light of the arena. In terms of using sex appeal Ayame was hopelessly outclassed and found herself eyeing up every inch of Aoki’s body. It took her a second to start moving forward but she did so rather slowly and with a flushed look only trying to regain her composure once Aoki was tight in her face and their bodies were mere inches apart from one another. “Not at all! I’m just looking at what parts I want to squeeze first.” Ayame’s voice started off shaky but she fixed it near the end. So first impressions weren’t great, all she could do now was make the most of it and focus on the match. When the bell went off Ayame’s hands came up offering to lock up with Aoki and show her what she was made of. This was what she was good at, this is where she could turn things around.

[Violet]

Every subtle telltale fed to Aoki's conclusion. The way they can't keep up eye contact. The burning of their cheeks. The seeming looseness of their jaw as they ogled at her features. The indecisiveness. Ayame was in love, captivated. Ayame looked like the frailest, most delicious prey!

Aoki bit her lips trying not to moan at how Ayame presented herself. If they were like that now, what more when it gets physical?

"I'm sure your face would squeeze my butt good when I sit on it!" Aoki gave a wink just as the bell rung, starting off the match


Aoki took the offer of a lock up with no hesitation! She was confident with her skills and even the matchup itself! Her voluptuous body bounced as she clashed on them head on, fingers locked together up front, vying for early dominance!


With her weight advantage, The Purple Empress stood on the lock up like an immovable wall. She didn't want the conventional sumo-like exchange of trying to push and overwhelm the other. Aoki was smarter than that. She wanted Ayame to try and overwhelm her instead! Expel every force she had to feed her forward momentum just to gain an inch. And when the time was ripe, Aoki would let go! Hopefully sending Ayame stumbling towards the rope in speed!

And if Ayame would bounce off of it, the Wolf would meet Aoki's beefy arm outstretched to the side, smacking her right on her collarbone with such force not unlike swinging a battle-axe!

[Taskmaster12]

“What?! Sit on my face?” The stammering followed the shocked Ayame. As far as first impressions and starting work Aoki had it all figured out to showboat her features between the two purple clad beauties. She didn’t have time to calm down from that one either with the bell ringing right after and Aoki moving to lock up with her. Trying to shake those thoughts out and lock up with Aoki. Ayame's mind focused only on the wrestling, if her mind turned to other things she’d get distracted. This made her a very easy mark for Aoki’s real plans and when the struggle between them went on long enough and Ayame was pushing into Aoki using every bit of force to send her tumbling back like she did many times to her cousins in training, she found that Aoki was only holding her off for another trick. The thick frame holding her forward finally moved away with alarming speed, leaving Ayame pushing forward towards the ropes! She bounced off them and turned around and all she got for her troubles was Aoki letting one of her arms hang out so Ayame smacked into it chest first, the arm in front of her was as big and strong as a tree branch and the results left Ayame’s chest a squeezed mess on collision. Gasping from the hit and flying in the air with her legs out in front of her before she hit the ground smack on her back. “Gaa. Owww.” A small coughing fit ensued with Aoki standing over her looking as marvelous as ever and now was the only women standing. Ayame would have her work cut out for her facing an opponent who seemed to have her pegged in power.

[Violet]

Aoki threw jabs after jabs of tantalizing premises, sensual pictures of what Ayame should expect. All were meant to disorient the pretty young thing's mind! To distract her from the fight, make herself vulnerable to be torn to pieces! Even the slightest thought of a sensual smother could be overwhelming for an innocent mind!

Her works manifested at the first maneuver of the bout. They expended their strength trying to push her, trying to get that early advantage she so had even before the match started! Display themselves as a force to be reckoned with after making a fool out of themselves in the corner. Aoki had to force herself not to laugh as she let go of Ayame, letting their foolishness carry her to the ropes and back again to her clothesline!

The purple empress hummed in satisfaction as the move hit with a loud thud and they sprawled flat on the mat. "Oh yes, your body would do as a cushion for your Empress to sit on, I can see it now!" She licked her lips thinking about when that time comes.

Aoki's hands then outstretched to seize locks of their hair, tugging them to their feet, facing her. A sly hand would then shift down, hovering down their body like a bird of prey before settling on their crotch! Her hand weaved deeper and her palms outstretched pressed right on their tight buxom as the other clasped them at their shoulder to lift the Wolf off her feet in a powerslam position! Showboating as she held her aloft, wanting every corner of the arena to see her prowess before slamming her foe to a laid-out knee for a backbreaker!

[Taskmaster12]

Ayame felt like she was losing focus. Caught up in the curves of her opponent over actually fighting. Was that Aoki’s plan? She clearly knew how to work every inch of her and the way she did it left Ayame in such a bad way before she even hit her. Now that she had actually struck her down with a clothesline Ayame was red faced and coughing, either from pain, embarrassment or something even more embarrassing then just getting knocked down so easily. Aoki was back to taunting her about being a seat for her purple sculpted ass and Ayame soon felt her ponytail grabbed and pulled up so she was eye level with her again. Ayame slowly opened her eyes to see Aoki still looking as confident as ever and letting her hand slide down her side before grabbing between her legs and lifting her up with another display of power. She was getting a little surprised by how easy it was for some people to just lift her up and her hands slid across Aoki feeling the muscles tighten as they did their work. “Eeak!!” She tried to shake out of her place but Aoki wasn’t just going to let her go and soon she was being dropped down onto a knee. “Paaah!” Aoki’s backbreaker hurt but it placed Ayame in a prime and vulnerable position, stretching out her back and leaving the big Wolf outstretched over the altar of Aoki’s knee to be played with at her opponents leiser with Ayame’s mind in too much of a rut to do anything to stop her.

[Violet]

Nothing beats an early match high! The elation that comes from the dominance sent shivers up the Empress's spine. The disparity of their strength exhibited itself. The lock up, lariat and now hefting them around already like a trophy! And then, the backbreaker acted as an exclamation point! Aoki couldn't help but hum in pleasure as she felt Ayame's voluptuous body arch by the curve of her knee!

"Ara ara, quite a lovely body you have!" Ayame was one of the hottest she had ever faced in LAW. Her frame was fit and sleek. Her chest was ample for her age. Her well-defined abs looked like it was sculpted. Her thighs and legs were supple yet unbelievably slender. It was clear that each crevice received the most meticulous care. Delivered right onto her for pickings as they laid over her knee like a great offering to an even greater Empress.

Aoki then wasted no time as her arm lashed out to grip one of Ayame's breast! The custom queen kneaded it daintfully, letting the opulent flesh spill betwixt her fingers. "Isn't this what you said you're gonna smother me with? Not bad!" Aoki licked her lips as she continued to tease as their nipple rubbed nicely against the flat of her palm.

Aoki quipped as her free hand suddenly latched onto Ayame's thigh and pushed down hard. The Empress sought to bend the rookie even further! Impaling them upon their knee! But instead of the usual setup of having the other grip on their chin, Aoki did so by squeezing their chest! The grip tightened even more as she used it to yank, pushing it down and inward to bend them to a painful C!

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