A Not-So Cold War: Imperial Russian Empire vs. PATRIOT

[RiotGrrl]

Valentina was groggy. it was a cruel twist of fate that her head met the canvas as opposed to her broad shoulders, but this was professional wrestling, mistakes happened, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Luckily she was made of stronger stuff than most of the roster. As she managed to get up to her knees, Troy was only too keen to "assist"

The big Baltic blond was thankful that he didnt pull her hair, so many of the girls did, perhaps he was a gentleman. Who knows, maybe she would even like him outside the ring? Her musing clouded her mind as she found herself thundering toward the corner, and a big boot!

WHAM!

Ugnnnmmm....

The Russian collided with Betsy boot and it clocked her for six! Valentina tumbled back and lay on the canvas, her chest rising and falling as she tried to stop stars from dancing around her head.

Natasha, who had instigated this disaster inadvertently, shouted out and tried to rally her partner, "Come on Valentina, shake it off, get off your back!" She was worried that Val was wide open for an early cover. It wouldnt be enough to put her away, but each second and attack drew more strength and energy from the Russian. Given that Natasha was considerably smaller than Troy, the tag teams power came from Valentina.

The crowd urged the Patriot's on and cheered for the teamwork. The ref was oblivious and by the time the zebra had finished with Natasha, all that could be seen was a downed Valentina near the corner.

[BlackAkuma]

And bullseye! Betsy had a loud, ear-shattering squeal after the kick connected, even though the impact came close to making her fall off the apron. She was able to grab the ropes at the last second and keep herself in the ring, staying stable enough to watch the fruits of her labor - namely, getting to see Natasha take a hard dive. It left her foot a little numb, but it was well worth.

”Down you go!” She had a quick clap, then stretched her hand out. ”Tag me in, let me get a piece!”

Troy had just taken a step towards their fallen opponent when her words made him stop. ”What?” He shook his head - yeah, she was eager, and he loved that, but they had a plan and he wanted to stick to it. ”Babe, I’ve got the momentum. Let me roll with it a bit.”

Betsy was about to protest, but Troy was off and running in the next second, not wanting to give Natasha too much of an opening to recover. He took off to the ropes, bounced off once to build a little speed, then came running back towards. Once he was close enough, he leaped up, kicked his feet out straight, and came down on her chest with a leg drop.

[RiotGrrl]

Valentina was in a bad spot, miles from her own corner and down on her back. It was early yes, but these things added up. The kick had landed and she was just about coming around. With deep breaths, she grabbed her head and tried to clear it. The continual noise coming from Betsy did little to assist, and neither did the comments from Natasha on the other side of the ring. It felt at times that Valentina would be better off as a singles competitor, it was only when she was on the same page as her tag partner that they were lethal!

The commotion between the American pair added valuable seconds to recovery, but it still wasnt enough for Valentina to turn to prevent the inevitable.

The canvas thundered and then WHAM! A huge thigh came crashing across her ample chest!

"AGGHHHHH...."

A series of Russian came forth at high breathy speed, it wasnt complimentary to either of the Patriots. Valentina now got free of Troy's tree trunk thigh and rolled to her front. She managed to grasp the bottom rope buying a little time but they were starting to build momentum, and that spelt danger. The last thing either Val or Natasha wanted was to be squashed flat out, especially to a new team. The big Baltic blond now hauled up her dead weight to her knees and started to make her way back to the corner where Natasha waited. Her normally porcelain skin was flushed red and her hair started to hang lank with the sweat of the early match workout. Still her body looked strong and she was still built like an Ox.

The purple haired Russian bounced on the canvas and leaned a hand over as far as she could.

"Valentina, tag me!"

The crowd waited to see if she could make it or if the Patriots would continue their assault to isolate the bigger competitor and show off their incredible teamwork!

[BlackAkuma]

It wasn’t like a leg drop was all that dangerous of a move on its lonesome - just coming down on your opponent with your thigh, really. But when you had some serious weight behind it, you could get some serious results, and that was the case, here. Troy dropped down Valentina, she had an immediate, electric reaction, going fully animated after the impact.

Maybe too much, so. Troy had wanted to go for a pinfall, but he’d miscalculated, not realizing how close they were to the ropes. Not only was she able to get towards them and grab hold, but she seemed intent on making her way back to her corner for the tag.

Smart move, with the way things were going. Not that Troy wasn’t confident he could handle Natasha, too, but she was fresher, and the blonde looked like she could use the time to recover. It was a good play, and that was why he was going to shut it right down.

”Yeah, I don’t think so.” As Valentina made her retreat, Troy came in, picked her up by the shoulder, grabbed her arm and twisted it back in an arm wringer, using that to keep her in control as he stepped back towards their side of the ring. Betsy was waiting there with her hand out, beaming and bouncing like a kid in a candy store.

Eh. Might as well get it out of the way. ”Okay, babe.” He gave her hand a slap for the first official tag of the match. ”You’re in.”

Betsy leaped over the top rope without another word and moved in on Natasha. The second Troy let go of her arm, she lashed out with a swift low kick, targeting the side of her opponent’s thigh.

[RiotGrrl]

Natasha felt a spark of happiness as Valentina smartly got the ropes. The big blond had taken some damage, but she had faced a lot worse in the ring. Her fights with people like Kat and Alaina were more like a war than a one off match. She gasped and tried to stop her body from aching as she climbed up. It didnt take long for Troy to help her. She moaned as she was picked up and put in the arm wringer, unable to resist and bent over and slapped at her shoulder to try to lessen the pain.

Sure enough the tag came and Natasha on the outside fumed. She wanted to get her hands on Betsy desperately but the Russians would have to endure a little more before they got their moment to turn it around.

"AGGHHH!"

The kick to her leg made the big Russian stumble, so much that she staggered along the ropes and into a neutral corner. Valentina propped herself up against the turnbuckle pads and glanced at Natasha. Could she make a dash for her corner and claim a tag, it was a 50/50 shot.... Instead Valentina stood upright and motioned to Betsy to bring it on!

"OK muchkin, lets see what you can do without the stud?"

Valentina had several scenarios in mind, she could move if Betsy charged, she could try to maintain hold and reverse things to squash and trap Betsy into the corner with her bigger body... it all depended on the smaller wrestlers actions.

[BlackAkuma]

Tap, tap, tap.

Betsy landed that kick clean, then darted back out of Valentina’s range. While she wasn’t too worried about retaliation after the shellacking her opponent had just taken, she wanted to be careful, establish her own rhythm, not be risky…not too risky, anyway.

So she backed off and went to her footwork, bouncing on her heels. Steady rhythm, swaying this way and that, never staying on the centerline, dancing to a beat only she could hear.

Tap, tap, tap.

She didn’t think one kick would be enough to take this big girl down, and sure enough, the Russian kept standing and beckoned her in. ”Oh, I’m coming, Big Ruskie.” She brought her fists up and smiled wide from behind her gloves. ”In fact, I’m gonna punch you in the face in three seconds. Get ready.” She held up three fingers and ticked one off. ”Three-”

Betsy cut the count short and dashed in at full speed, closing the distance at lightning pace. She rushed into her opponent’s range, drew back for a right cross, then ducked down and let fly with a couple of her Bullet Jabs, aiming two at her chest in rapid succession, one punch for each boob.

[RiotGrrl]

Valentina nodded as Betsy played right into her hands, or so it seemed. Despite the aches and struggles of the match so far, she had managed to goad the cute wrestler into rushing the Baltic beauty. What the blond hadnt accounted for was a series of machine gun like blows. For such a diminutive wrestler, Betsy should have been in a boxing ring rather than this one. Her fists of fury peppered Valentina in a blast of power. These pair were street fighters, that was no doubt.

"AGGHH HEY... UGNNN!"

The Russian rocked and jolted, immediately covering her body like the boxer she was drawn into. Valentina knew that a punching battle was not something she excelled at. She was far better when the odds were in her favour. This had to be the right moment....

Natasha on the outside called out to aid her partners escape. "Ref, she's using closed fists, warn her!"

The purple haired Russian was doing all she could to get the so far useless Zebra to intervene and give Val the chance. Sure wrestling was essentially a free for all, but the Russian's were sneaky. The flurry of punches stopped for a fraction of a second and Val took her chance. She thrust herself out of the corner, arms away and stretched out. With a powerful rush she looked to clothesline or rather, club, Betsy across the chest to slow the pace down a little.

If it worked and Valentina could steady herself she would at once look to even up the score. With Betsy potentially floored, Valentina would crawl and dive on top of Betsy using her full 70lbs weight advantage for a full body press! The crowd would react in kind at seeing the much larger body of Valentina effectively cover the small spunky wrestler.

There was no accident that Valentina looked to squash her ample breasts on Betsy's face for a smother. The two soft pillows of damp flesh molded to Betsy's features, such was the size that only her forehead peeked out from the dark valley she now occupied.

The ref dropped and slapped the canvas for ONE!

Natasha smirked and clapped, "Yes baby, smother that stupid girl out, show her some REAL breasts!"

Valentina puffed her cheeks and had no intention of take a win with this pinfall, it was simple to sap some energy from Betsy before she could work with Natasha on a tag and look to double team. It also had the added bonus of riling up the crowd who were so far annoyingly partisan! The big Baltic wrestler used her weight to maintain the pin as she gloated to Betsy.

"Stay down little one and Natasha and I will show your man a good time!"

A cruel, cruel comment. Fortunately Valentina had not secured Betsy's arms or legs in this cover. It was more about the humiliation aspect than anything.

[BlackAkuma]

The next few moments of Betsy’s life were, to put it mildly, weird. Filled with a lot of first-times.

It was the first time she’d managed to land two successive shots on someone’s tits, for instance, though that wasn’t for a lack of trying. To be fair, Valentina’s rack made for an easy target. Not as good as Betsy liked to think her own pair were, but they were more than passable, and they were fun targets to smack. They got the immediate reaction she wanted out of her opponent, knocking her back and dealing damage. What was more, they were proof enough that Valentina couldn't handle her speed. All Betsy had to do was blitz here, and this would be over fast.

She was revving up to do that, too, when she heard Natasha making herself known nearby. With Valentina getting so worked over, Betsy felt safe enough to throw a quick taunt her way. Couldn't resist. ”Hey, wait your turn! Me and your girl are just-”

And that was all it took to screw everything up.

The next thing that the Princess of Punch knew, she was eating Valentina’s arm, taking one hellacious clothesline right on the face. It sent her flipping ass-over-teakettle, a path that ended up with her flat on her back, staring up at the lights with her arms and legs splayed.

It didn’t get any better from there. Betsy was just starting to sit up when she was floored by all 190 pounds of pissed off Russian, flopping on her and knocking the wind clean from her body. She started to cry out, only to have her voice muffled by the same tits she’d just been pulverizing, moving over face and covering her airways. Betsy went into a struggling fit, kicking her legs about and trying to twist her head this way and that, desperate for air.

And Troy watched it all happen.

It was all such a strange twist of events that it had taken him wholly off guard, but here he was, hanging back and watching the Russian cover his wife like a blanket. He knew this sort of thing was going to happen sooner or later, but all the same, it was a weird thing to see.

Troy snapped out of it soon enough, though. As unorthodox of a submission as it was, the breast smother was a submission, and Betsy was in real danger. ”Come on, Bets!” He slapped the pads. ”Get out of there!”

[RiotGrrl]

TWO!

The ref slapped for another count. The crowd held their breath, could this be all over for a new team within a second. Natasha on the outside beamed with glee, she knew that if Valentina got the pinfall, then it was playtime!

The struggles were hard and sent a flush to the cheeks of the heavyweight Russian as Betsy effectively motorboated her. She kept the smother on as long as possible, carefully watching the referee's hand as it lifted. Soon as there was a movement to drop, Valentina sat back and dragged Betsy up off the canvas to break the pinfall attempt.

She shook her head and smirked, "Not yet, we are just getting started..."

The ref admonished Valentina for not following through on the pin but the Russian waved her off. She grabbed a handful of hair of Betsy and dragged her to the corner where Natasha waited. Valentina would try to toss Betsy into the corner and reach to make a TAG!

Natasha gleefully got through the ropes and grabbed the top rope, she stretched out her long leg and looked to choke Betsy with her boot. Valentina meanwhile discreetly yanked her hair to keep her in position. The crowd booed and jeered, as the clueless ref came and initiated a count

ONE... TWO... THREE....

It was quicker than it should be, perhaps the ref was pissed off as much as the crowd with the Russian's antics.

Natasha let go and raised her hands, walking away to rile up those in attendance and also Troy. She stopped to blow him a kiss before returning to Betsy. Valentina meanwhile also raised her hands and tried to look as innocent as possible. It was the plan to wear her down with double teams to take the easy win. Those in attendance had a pang of worry, if the Russian's built up a head of steam then, things looked bleak for the Patriots.

[BlackAkuma]

…Valentina did have nice tits, Betsy had to admit. Again, they weren’t in her league, but there was no getting around how nice they felt against her face. Good smothering boobs, nice and pillowy, perfect for taking your breath away. She probably wasn’t the first person to lose some air between those orbs, and she doubted she would be the last. KInd of a shame they had to meet like this, Betsy wouldn’t have minded getting some personal time with that flesh.

But, then again, she was having a hard time imagining these two bitches as any less bitchy outside the ring. If anything, they’d be worse without a referee to keep them in check.

It was a notion that grew even stronger when Valentina gripped her by the hair and dragged her towards the corner. Betsy fought it every step of the way, but she was like a child struggling with her parent - in the end, the other woman was too big for her to resist much, using that 70 plus pound weight difference to her advantage. It was a bad spot to be in, and it only grew worse she tagged her partner in.

”Waitwaitwait-” Betsy’s protests were cut short by her opponent’s boot, as Natasha kicked things off by choking the hell out of her, pinning her in the corner. She wasn’t there for long, only a few seconds, three or second with a boot digging into your throat felt like an eternity.

When it was over, Betsy fell to her knees in a coughing fit, looking on as Natasha showboated, blowing kisses at her husband. Troy folded his arms and looked off to the side, trying to ignore her, no doubt seething underneath. If he was aching to get his licks in on Natasha, then she wouldn’t let him wait too long.

Betsy jerked up, threw her arm back to clock Valentina in the face, then stumbled forward, moving in a wild dash towards the opposite side of the ring and hoping she could get there without Natasha cutting her off. It was a wild gambit, but it was worth a shot.