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

[RiotGrrl]

The Russian tag team were building a head of steam, and it was steam that could be used to roll over any rival in their way. The crowd sensed the change and urged the popular Patriots to swing the tide back to taste and decency away from the rule breaking Russians. The resistance came with a shot across the cheek of Valentina. The big blond let go of her captive and stumbled off the apron. The crowd at ringside took their chance, they taunted and even some hands came to grope and paw at her. It sent Valentina into a minor rage, she hated being pawed, especially by the idiots who attended LAW matches, in her opinion.

As Valentina dished out some swift justice to those stupid enough to get involved, Natasha finished with Troy. As she turned she saw Betsy coming in fast. Out of instinct, the purple haired Russian thrust up her boot and looked to meet Betsy with a Superkick! If it connected the dull SLAP would echo around the arena. Natasha would soon follow up by moving to the legs of Betsy and taking them in her arms. Lifting up the toned legs, Natasha would try to turn her rival around so that she was facing her corner and twisted over for a Boston Crab.

Natasha wasnt the strongest wrestler, nor the heaviest, but she knew enough to put a rival under pressure. She could also see Valentina making her way back to the apron and smirked.

"Shes finished partner, come on American, tap out before you get frozen out with the Russian Winter!"

In effect it wasnt the best move. Natasha had no idea where Troy was nor how close Betsy was to the ropes, and even a potential tag.

[BlackAkuma]

Betsy wasn’t the strongest, either, but she was fast. Damn fast. Fast with her fists, fast with her feet, and fast when it came to running. She’d never timed it, but she could go rope to rope in a blink when she needed to, so quick that Troy often needed her to shift it down a gear when they were training.

But her legs were a little wobbly, she was winded, and that was enough to hold her back, making her stumble instead of a full sprint, and that was just enough for Natasha to catch her.

She’d only gotten about halfway across the ring before a foot crashed across her fast, smacking her right on the chin and knocking her flat on the canvas with a resounding crash. That was where she stayed, too, rubbing her jaw and wincing, but she wasn’t alone for long.

”Wait, whoa, hey-” She tried to scurry away as Natasha moved in, but she wasn’t able to get far before she was seized, sat on and bent over into a tight Boston Crab. Betsy’s flexibility was her only saving grace, and she went into a desperate crawl towards the ropes.

She gritted her teeth, dealing with the pain, and Valentine’s taunting wasn’t helping things. ”Oh, screw you! I’m not tapping out to a frickin’ Boston Crab, bite me!” Still, this did suck in a huge way, and all she could do was dig her claws into the mat and pulled herself forward, getting closer and closer to the ropes, just a little bit more…

[RiotGrrl]

Natasha had the submission locked in. The Russian wasnt a big fan of them but they worked to take the spark out of a rival. As she folded up Betsy, the Russian smirked at the protests.

"I don't want you to tap out, I want to break you!"

It was corny, she sounded like Ivan Drago from Rocky 4, almost the same tone. It drew some derision from those closest to the barrier. Their mockery prickling at Natasha. She lost a moments concentration and it allowed Betsy to get some ground toward her corner. Soon enough the Russian was back on track with a savage verbal dressing down from Valentina. Natasha gathered Betsy's legs and tried to pull her back toward the middle of the ring.

The ref meanwhile was down next to Betsy asking if she wanted to submit.

To her credit, the American woman was strong enough to drag Natasha back once more. It frustrated the purple haired wrestler and so she let go turning to arrogantly and disrespectfully kick Betsy toward the corner. She focused on Troy and bent forward, hands on her knees.

"Come on then lover, lets get closer..."

She beckoned him into the ring, also giving him an full view of her cleavage.

Valentina meanwhile watched on nervously. When Natasha got confident, she got sloppy.

[BlackAkuma]

Just a little more. One foot. Then the next. Then the next.

Betsy dragged her way across the ring like she was going through the trenches, fighting for every inch she gained. This wasn’t the worst hold to be in, true - it wasn’t like she was in a Sharpshooter or anything, thank God. But it did suck most mightily, and to make matters worse it would slow her down at a time when she couldn't afford it.

She just had to reach the ropes and survive for the time being. She was close now, almost there, and-

And she got dragged back to the center of the ring, erasing her progress like a deleted save file. ”Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

It was annoying, for sure, and the referee just had to go and make it worse by dropping down and getting in her face. “Betsy!” He bobbed his head about, getting a look at her from multiple angles. “Betsy, do you want-”

“For Christ’s sake, I said no!”[/color] She let a growl that was equal parts annoyance and pain, and restarted the whole stupid process, getting ready to crawl again.

Troy, for his part, had been clapping and rallying the crowd behind her, trying to give her encouragement, though it didn’t seem like she even heard it. Betsy was the most stubborn woman he’d ever met, and even if she weren’t, she was also the most flexible. He’d seen the wild stuff she could do with her body firsthand, and knew she wouldn’t be submitting off of a move so basic that they taught it to your first week of wrestling class. It was still worrying, though, especially with her in this hold so long.

So it was a relief - a surprising but welcome one - when Natasha gave up on the hold and let Betsy go free. His wife didn’t question it, scurrying over to his outstretched hand and tagging him in.

Troy looked Natasha way, wary and weary for a moment, before he stepped over the top rope and made his way in. She had some kind of game here, and he didn't want to fall into it, but this chance was too good to pass up. ”Have it your way, lady.”

He was still relatively fresh, maybe moreso than any of the women, and he knew to press that advantage. With arms up, he moved in on Natasha and attempted to engage her with a grapple, trying to tie up with her and push her back, but fully aware that it likely wouldn’t be that easy. The smaller Russian struck him as the brains of the pair.

[RiotGrrl]

Natasha rose up as she saw the hunk get back into the ring. A smile plastered across her face not only because of the obvious appreciation but also she could frustrate the Hell out of Betsy by acting as slutty as possible with Troy. The Russian circled and came to meet the male wrestler in the grapple. The size difference was huge in comparison. Natasha grunted and pushed back against him a little, she knew she couldnt hold him off or really force him back but she did purposely bend her arms a little further so she could brush up against him and give Troy a front ring seat to look down her cleavage

Sure enough she let him take her and backed off into a neutral corner. With the turnbuckles at her back, Natasha gasped and grunted. She kept eye contact with the American hunk. Slowly she loosened her grip and tried to free her arms from his. She wanted to display that she was calling for a break to the grapple.

Being a Heel, this meant two things, firstly she would cheat to annoy her rival and secondly if Troy went for the break, he was opening himself up to the possibility of several cheap shots. Natasha waited and let her hands raise as the ref duly came over to check and look for a count. At the right moment, she would strike with a shot to the forehead. Natasha wasnt a striker in the same league as Betsy, but she could throw hands when needed to stun an opponant.

Valentina on the outside meanwhile prowled around tethered by the tag rope. Any sign Nat got into trouble and she would happily step in

[BlackAkuma]

Troy had to be honest - he wasn’t sure what to expect from these women. He wouldn’t say they were the toughest opponent’s he’d ever faced, but they were quickly proving to be the most unpredictable, coming at him and Betsy with some of the weirdest tactics he’d ever seen, doing everything they could to make up for what they lacked and bridge the power gap between the two teams. It was almost admirable, in a way, but it was a bit hard to root for them when they proved to be such a pain, over and over.

He should’ve known it would be as simple as just locking hands with Natasha and pushing back. He managed to push her back, not the hardest thing in the world with her being half his size, and Troy would’ve been content to hold her there all day if not for the referee’s protests.

He moved away and was preparing to reset, when Natasha lashed out and smacked him in the face with a wild blow. It wasn’t the hardest hit he’d taken by any measure, but sometimes it wasn’t the strong blows that took you down, but the ones you didn't see coming. This one was enough of a surprise to leave him staggering back, leaving himself open while he rubbed his face.

Betsy, meanwhile, had taken her eye off the action and focused on the wandering Valentina, skulking around the ring like a predator on the prowl. ”Hey, blondie, I see you over there! Better not try anything! I’ll do you like Rocky did Drago!”

[RiotGrrl]

The smaller Russian was somewhat surprised when her blow connected, and happy that it seemed to stagger the oncoming American who had both size and weight on her. She smirked and looked to capitalise as quickly as she could. Getting the big man down was the best course of action and opened a multitude of possibilities to steal not only a win but take a big boost in pissing off all in attendance.

Natasha rushed out of the corner, exploded really, making a beeline for Troy. She would try to grab him and pull his head down so that he was bent over. If he didnt stop her, Natasha would look to fall backwards and plant the big guy with a snap DDT. if it worked, Natasha was keen to enact another double team, scrambling up to her feet and quickly tagging Valentina.

Valentina meanwhile heard the comments from Betsy and shook her head. She knew the reference and simply went along with it. She points to Troy and states in a worse accent than usual, "If he dies, he dies!" she then cradled her considerable assets with the implication this would be the fate of her husband. She turned her attention back to Natasha and awaited the outcome of the DDT and proposed tag. If the big Baltic wrestler got into the ring, the whole Imperial Russian Empire could do some real damage to Troy, it depended on how much the impact caused him an issue, and if it worked.

[BlackAkuma]

Getting smacked in the face hurt no matter who was doing it, but more than anything, Troy was starting to have his patience tested. The Russian tag team had their mind games going in full swing, and while a part of him wanting to applaud them for working on the mental aspect of wrestling instead of just the physical, the larger part of him was getting irritated by the dirty tricks. It definitely didn’t make for the showcase of talent he’d wanted from a debut match, and he was doing his best to make the most of the situation.

He was eager to get back into the action and recoup from her blow, but Natasha wasn’t about to let that window close so soon. She was all over him in the moment, grabbing him by the head, whipping backward and using the momentum to ram his skull into the canvas at high speeds. It wasn’t so much the impact, but the alacrity of the move that laid him out for a moment, leaving him stunned in the middle of the ring.

And his wife, bless her, wasn’t helping things too much.

”Come on, Troy! Get up!” Betsy slapped the ropes and tried to rally the crowd. ”Don’t let these bitches and their floppy tits beat you! You’ve got the real deal over here! Don’t settle for substitutes!”

God, mixed wrestling could be so weird, sometimes.

Groaning, rubbing his head, Troy started to sit, hoping to get a read on what his opponents were up to before it was too late.

[RiotGrrl]

The whole shebang worked and Natasha successfully planted Troy, she made the TAG with a loud SLAP much to the groan and annoyance of the crowd who started to let doubts creep into their minds. The Russians couldnt win, could they? It was unthinkable, mainly because LAW TV and social media would be crammed full of their smirking faces and attitudes that stunk up any party!

With the tag made, Valentina climbed into the ring and moved to the ropes. Natasha likewise did the same on the opposite side. As Troy began to sit up, the Russian duo would thunder across the canvas, boots pounding with the force to resemble 10 on the Richter scale! It was the sound of doom for the American hunk. As the pair closed in, Natasha at his back, Valentina at his front, they jumped and looked to land a double team Drop Kick. The aim was to knock the air out of him with heavy attacks.

If the double team worked, then Valentina as the legal woman would at once look to cover Troy for a pinfall attempt. However in their well known style, Valentina would look to straddle Troy in a tight schoolgirl pin. then deliberately she would slide up to smother his face whilst leaning forward on her hands. It was another arrogant sloppy pin as she didnt trap his hands or arms in a conventional manner.

Valentina would be looking directly at Betsy in an erotic and intensely disrespectful move. Natasha would saunter out of the ring and stand at the corner and grin at Troy, adding her insult to injury.

"It looks like Troy has embraced the Cold War, although his face is nicely warming things up, right Val?"

She flashed a glance at her partner and fanned her face mockingly, "Oh Natasha you HAVE to try this... American men ARE eager..."

The ref meanwhile dropped like a rock and slapped for ONE!

The zebra was as tired of the Russian pair as the crowd were.

[BlackAkuma]

Troy was on his way back to his feet when he was made very aware of the pitter patter of feet around him, a sure sign that his two opponents were up to something. He would give the Russians credit where it was due - they might’ve had some underhanded tactics, but the two of them had a great cohesion that you didn’t always see with tag teams. It was something that Troy wished he and Betsy could get better on, honestly - he and his wife worked together okay, but there was a lot of room for improvement when it came to knowing what the other needed at any given moment. The growing pains of a tag team.

His attention had been focused on Natasha, centering on her, so much so that he only noticed there were two of them in the ring when it was too late - they both came up and slammed their boots into him from both sides, crushing his chest in the middle. Even for a guy with his size and bulk, that was a heavy hit to take, and the result had him dropping to his knees and falling over to the side, easy prey for a pin.

Which was exactly what came his way next. Just not the way he’d expected it.

Troy’s eyes shot wide as Valentina came and plopped down on his face, giving him his first official facesitting in LAW. A muffled shout came out from surprise, echoing through his legs, but that wasn’t the most distressing part of all this - it was a kinky pin, yes, but a pin all the same, and that meant the referee was coming in for the count.

“Two!”

Troy planted his feet on the mat and bridged hard, throwing Valentina off and jerking to the side for a good round of coughing. The wind was thoroughly knocked out of him, and as if that wasn’t enough, he had Betsy’s commentary to deal with

”Hey, what the fuck!” She planted one foot on the middle rope, looking she might even jump in for a second. ”Get your rusty ass cooch away from my man’s face!”