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

[RiotGrrl]

Valentina maintained the pin, being the heavyweight of the Russian Duo, she was hard to shift. This was how the tag team worked Natasha would set them up and Val would use her size to get the count. The addition of the smother was also the Russian MO. Valentina had to admit, Troy was cute. Muscled, toned and striking looks. His protests sent a wave of delight through her, not least because it occurred to the Baltic beauty that Troy was a facesitting virgin. With the TWO count made, she felt him struggle and lifted up to slide off his face. Sure she could have ended it, but something told her to carry on.

She turned back to be in his view. "Better get used to that American Pie. It will happen a LOT!"

Valentina got back to her feet and backed off, she was giving Troy all the time in the world, and this was dangerous. With Val the legal woman, she was putting the tag team at risk. If she got tired and too hurt to continue, Natasha would be all alone with considerable rivals. Still the comments from Betsy caught Val's attention. The bigger blond walked close to the corner of the Patriots, into the Lion's den!

"SHHHUUSSHH little one, between you and me, your man was VERY happy there, I think he might well get behind the Iron Curtain with ease!"

To add insult, Valentina would swing a SLAP at Betsy's cheek. More humiliation than power. She also had taken her eyes off Troy completely. Natasha too was loving the moment. She was blissfully unaware of Valentina's proximity to the Patriot homebase and to the way Troy was free to recover.

[BlackAkuma]

It actually wasn’t the first time Troy had been facesat. He and Betsy had gone through a kinky phase, where she’d briefly entertained the idea of being a dominatrix, before the cost of toys and the investment for proper training scared her away. They’d dabbled in a few sessions, though, and she’d taken a shine to plopping her cheeks on his face. He’d never asked her to do it since, but he wouldn’t lie, it wasn’t all that unpleasant, and he wasn’t opposed to another sit if they’re lovelife needed a shot in the arm.

This, though, was different. Humiliating, degrading, and just outright rude. A slap in the face, on top of all the other absurdities they’d suffered in this match. And speaking of slaps…

”Hey!” Betsy jerked back at Valentina’s slap rapped against her face, nearly knocking her off the apron from the sheer shock of it. She brought her leg up and started to come over the ropes, only for the referee to get in the middle of the fracas and hold her back.

It was a distracting scene, one that gave Troy ample time to recover. While he wasn’t exactly known for stealth, he was still able to roll over to his opponent from behind, pop up, and reached around her waist, while his head went under her shoulder.

”Hi, there.”

With the element of surprise on his side, Troy lifted Valentina up off the mat in what looked like a belly-to-back suplex. Instead of following through, however, he turned around in mid-move, spun her all the way around the air, kick his legs out and brought her crashing down hard on her back, looking to drop her hard on the canvas with a Blue Thunder Bomb and hold for a pinfall right after.

[RiotGrrl]

Valentina was in full flow. She made contact with Betsy and grinned when the ref stopped her.

"Patience America, you will get your turn, I just need to beat on your man a little....."

HUH?

The appearance of Troy took her by surprise. The large heavyweight Russian was taken up and over into a pinning combination. It was a show of strength that sent the crowd into rapture. The loved the big Russian being planted. The impact was hard and the canvas shook. Natasha on the outside held her head in shock, she had envisaged the IRE running riot and getting an easy win, this was not in the script!

Valentina meanwhile groaned and lay as the ref annoyingly slapped for ONE right next to her forehead. The pain shot through her body and in particular her back. She looked forward to see Troy holding her as another count came at TWO!

Natasha got into the ring, she couldnt take any chances and made her way over to the duo on the canvas. The ref saw the intervention and stopped the count, thankfully. The zebra ushered Natasha back to the corner, which saved her as Val didnt look like she was going to kick out. One second, one second was all that was left for the Patriots to pick up a debut win but for now they would have to go again to put either Val or Natasha away.

The crowd sensed a change in the mood, Could this be the comeback where the fan favourites get a hold of their rivals?

[BlackAkuma]

The Blue Thunder Bomb was a go-to for Troy - while he didn’t use it often enough to qualify for a signature move, it tended to be a great way to start moving things in his favor and win the match. While he wouldn’t say that Valentina was on death’s door, he figured that the two were thoroughly worn out from the match. He was definitely feeling it on his end.

It might not have finished Valentina off, but they would never know, as Natasha had the foresight to come in and distract the referee. Troy grunted at the interruption, but he let it slide for the moment, wanting to focus on the task at hand. If a pinfall wasn’t going to work, he needed to start thinking about submissions. But what to try, what to try…

”Sit on her face!”

Troy’s eyes shot wide open at Betsy’s suggestion, glancing her way with a flabbergasted gape. ”You want me to…what?” Had he heard that right? ”Seriously?”

”Yeah, seriously!” She bounced up and down on the apron, enamored with the idea. ”Come on, get a little revenge! And we never see guys do it, you might like it. Give it a shot!”

Troy wasn’t too crazy about the notion straight away, though he wouldn’t lie, he was still a tad cross about having to endure that smothering from before. The pair had made a point of shoving themselves in his face at every opportunity, and turnabout was fairplay.

”Eh, fine.”

Troy didn’t know how well it would work, with him wearing jeans and all, but he swung around, moved over Valentina’s chest, and brought his butt to a rest on her face, pressing her head to the mat with his full weight and going for, of all things, an ass smother.

…shit, he hoped his parents weren’t watching tonight.

[RiotGrrl]

Valentina struggled and had to be saved by Natasha. It wasnt the first time this happened in their matches, and the situation was vice versa more often than not! The problem was Troy was considerably heavier than Val, and even though she could lift a lot, a muscled stud may be all too much for her. Woozy, the Baltic blond heard the chatter and blinked.

"Sit on her what?"

As she contemplated the words her world went dark,

UMMFFGGGFFF!

Her nose was squashed against the denim of Troy's ass, but this wasnt the worst of it, her mouth caught the distinct sensation of his manhood. Sure it was covered, and in a lot more material than many of the male wrestlers, but nonetheless, Troy had his package at her chin. It was hugely embarrassing, not least because Valentina prided herself on smothering. She had sat on his face, but that was with softer silky bottoms, not jeans!

She kicked and struggled and the ref eventually got down to check. Yeah, her shoulders were down and so the zebra slapped for ONE!

Natasha on the outside was horrified! She shouted out to Troy in a bid to unseat him as it looked awkward.

"Hey lover boy, you are not skilled enough to do that! At least have the courtesy to take off those jeans and give my partner a taste of your wifes panties underneath!"

Valentina meanwhile blinked hard in the smothering darkness, was Natasha advocating a more lewd facesit? No, she was trying to throw Troy off his game. It allowed the big Russian to SLAP her hands on Troy's cheeks and push hard, looking to unseat him enough to get a shoulder up and some clearer vital air.

Natasha continued her verbal assault with a little too much excitement, "Hey Barbie, does he do this to you in bed? Even your mouth isnt big enough to satisfy that cock!" You could say Natasha was projecting, but that was to be seen. Hopefully it brought enough time for Valentina to get free and to work out how to stop this tide changing.

[BlackAkuma]

So. This was facesitting.

Troy had to be honest, he didn’t see the appeal.

Maybe it would’ve helped if he wasn’t wearing denim jeans, but something about this just wasn’t doing much for him. He was on top of Valentina, weighing her down, and he could feel her squirming around underneath him, kicking around, frantic to get free. It wasn’t uncomfortable for him, it wasn’t comfortable. At most, it tickled his balls and made him want to giggle a bit, but yeah, aside from that? Zero effect.

He would admit, however, that it was a more effective offensive tool that he would’ve ever guessed. It was, apparently, quite hard for her to get out of, and what was more, it robbed the air straight out of her, pushed her to desperate ends. It was doing its job, even if it was getting some criticisms.

[color=#00000ff]”Spread your cheeks! Really grind into it!”[/color]

He frowned Betsy’s way, then to Natasha, not even sure what she meant with that taunt. Was she implying her wore Betsy’s panties? Kind of a weird insult to just pull out of the blue.

It threw him off a little bit, just enough for Valentina to push him off and force him to stumble forward on his knees. This put him in range of Betsy, who was quick to reach over and slap his shoulder. ”Let me show you how it’s done, babe.”

She gripped the top rope, yanked her way over, and came flying towards Valentina with her legs tucked in, looking to crash onto the Russina’s chest with a meteora and plant her back on the canvas.

[RiotGrrl]

Natasha felt smug. She had single handedly gotten her partner out of that pinning predicament. It was all her. Sure, Valentina pushed and pulled but really it was down to the sheer sass and wit that threw Troy off his game.

It was fair to say the Russian's ego could have filled the stadium. With the tag made she once again encouraged Valentina to make a tag and get out of there.

"Valentina!" After which a slew of native Russian tumbled from the purple haired princesses mouth. Most of the crowd looked on bemused with many cheering for the Patriots in response.

Valentina meanwhile sat up only to be greeted with Betsy sitting on her chest

"Ughhh fuck!"

Keen to avoid a pinfall to such a rival, Valentina at once squirmed and tried to slide out through the girls thighs. Risky at any time of the match but she needed to take a break.

Natasha shook her head. Her vocal performance upped it's game as she turned her attention to the lightweight of the duo.

"Hey Barbie, why not let my partner tag out and I will show you ALL the pinning moves. You might just learn something"

She stood there with her hand out ready hoping to get her hands on Betsy, and Troy for that matter. She felt it was time to shine and bring home the win for the Eastern Bloc wrestlers

The crowd responded encouraging the tag, they wanted Natasha to eat canvas, at the least, and shut her up for good.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, Betsy was eager to get her ass on these Russian’s faces. They’d been taunting them with it all match long, threatening to get their features all over them and even succeeding with Troy, and she was all about turning those tables. She wasn’t the type to brag, but if they could pull it off, she knew that her own hips were more than up to the task. The only question was which side she’d smother them with, reverse or forward? She was in a mood to get her crotch all over their faces with the way they’d been talking about it, but there was something to be said for letting her butt handle the business, too. Far more effective.

Either way, she’d launched herself into the right position for it, and she was about to enjoy the fruits of her labor when things swung out of her favor once again. Valentina had a little more energy than she’d originally thought, and was able to squirm her way out of things, getting free before Betsy could make the most of her position. ”Going somewhere, Ruskie?”

She was just about to press her advantage when Natasha called out, wanting to get back into the match. Betsy looked between them, glanced at the audience and gave it some real thought. The smart thing would’ve been to press her advantage, right? She had this woman right where she wanted her. Just end it.

…but she really did want to sit on Natasha’s face. So.

”All right, then!” She cracked her knuckles, stepped back, and opened the way for Valentina with a smug smirk. ”Go on. Run back home to Mama.”

Troy couldn't put into words how much he disagreed with all of it, but he’d long since given up on trying to keep this circus under control. For now, he just hung back ready to leap in if things went crazy.

Crazier.

[RiotGrrl]

Valentina scrambled free, a pretty undignified escape but she hurt and the Patriots could put her away with a sustained assault. At the corner she makes the TAG to Natasha who gleefully stepped through the ropes and got ready to face off with Betsy.

The crowd sensed this was something more than just a match, it was personal!

Valentina stood at the corner and gave a last minute pep talk to her partner.

"Natasha, this is a tag match, not a bedroom match. Get the three count however you need but don't make a show of it!"

The purple haired wrestler took little notice.

"Just be ready to give this bitch the Baltic Burial!"

She ignored the advice and focused on Betsy. Natasha raised her hands and stepped out looking for a grapple.

"OK Miss American Pie, how do you want it? Quick or slow?"

Valentina facepalmed at the corner. The last time Natasha was this over confident she was humiliated by the SWAT Cats, and the Wings of Wrestling, and for that matter, anyone else she faced. It wasn't that Natasha was bad in the ring, far from it, she just let her desire to smother overtake all logic.

[BlackAkuma]

The two teams had been fighting for a fair bit of time now, but even so, Betsy felt like she couldn't quite get a good read on these two. Not that she was a mindreader or anything, but they seemed all over the place, as far as tag teams went. Not a lot of focus, not a lot of cohesion. They were clearly a couple or something, but it seemed like they weren’t always on the same page, or even the same page.

Not that it mattered all that much, just an observation. Just made it easier to drop them, in the end.

Betsy bounced from foot to foot as Natasha got in, staying nice and loose, letting her arms flop for a moment before she brought up her tight guard. ”Quick or slow?” She had a little giggle at the question and wagged a finger at the Russian. ”Wow, you’ve really not been paying attention, huh?”

As if to drill that point home, Betsy broke into a run and closed the distance on Natasha in a flash, dashing across the ring at blazing speeds. They’d managed to slow her down a bit before, got in a good, lucky hit, but that wasn’t going to happen again - she was in her highest gear. All speed, all the time.

Betsy threw out a quick jab at Natasha’s face, only to pull it back short for a fake out, diverting attention. She leaped out of punching range, and then came the real attack - a low roundhouse kick, aimed at her opponent’s knee, banging it hard on the side with a precise, punishing strike.