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

[RiotGrrl]

Natasha was confident, after all she was much bigger and heavier than Betsy so in a battle of power, there was no doubt that she could flatten her rival. However, Betsy didn't play by the Russian's rules.

The punches came like lightening bolts that stunned the Russia. She weaver and jerked as best she could but the purple haired wrestler was no boxer.

The jabs were a minor annoyance, like a bully flicking you on the forehead or nose. No real pain just a real desire for them to stop doing it.

The kick was different

AAAGHHHHH!

Natasha stumbled to the side and against the ropes like a boxer taking a blow. Had it been at the corner near to Valentina, she would have tried a tag, but this was neutral ground.

The Russian clutched onto the ropes and at once caught the attention of the ref

"Ref she's for steel toe caps, check that out! My leg could have been broken!"

There was no limit to the underhand nature of Natasha for manipulation. It was plainly obvious that she couldnt beat Betsy so a DQ would mean the Russian's saved face.

Natasha watched on as the ref looked confused contemplating if the silly nature of her pleas were truth. She would also grin at Betsy looking to get under her skin. If the ref brushed off the complaint then Nat was facing a whole heap of trouble

[BlackAkuma]

Yeah, Troy kind of figured that would happen.

While these two were a weird pair, he’d been able to deduce one big thing about them through this match - neither of them were strikes. Most wrestlers weren’t. Wrestling schools tended to give you the bare basics when it came to that sort of thing, preferring to spend their time teaching your throws and submission moves.

That was part of the reason Betsy was so effective in their matches. She always came at their opponents in a way they couldn't handle. With him, it was all about traditional wrestling, the classic stuff. But when she came in, it was like they were dealing with a mixed martial artist moving at double speed. They often couldn't cope.

That was what happened with Natasha, as Betsy laid into her and sent her running in retreat. It wasn’t going to get her far, though, as his wife was in hot pursuit. That was, until…

”Steel caps?” Betsy cocked an eyebrow and stuck her foot out, showing her footwear. She wore foot covers that fit into her toes, tight and snug, not allowing for anything like she was talking about. ”Stop making excuses, lady! You just can’t keep up with that fat butt of yours, is all.”

Betsy stepped forward and winked, then leaned in with her arms wide. ”I’ll tell you what - take a free shot! It’ll make you feel better. Go on, give me one on the nose.” She wiggled her hips from side to side with the widest grin she could manage, all but daring Natasha to give it a shot.

[RiotGrrl]

The crowd were plain annoyed. Both of the Russians were a pain in the rear end, but this was beyond the pale. Drinks and popcorn peppered Natasha as she gripped onto the ropes with that sickly sweet razor blade smile. It was enough for her to turn the venom on those on the front row, pointing, shouting. Valentina couldnt help but notice that reality and the match was slipping away from her partner with every second. This was the problem, on page and on form, the two were a lethal tag team, quick tags, rule bending and liberal power vs humiliation meant they had a chance at tag gold. IF was the issue.

Natasha stopped her protests and turned back to Betsy expecting the ref to have admonished her for the non-existant steel caps. Instead she got a mouthful of sass!

Beats a fist, at least

"Fat butt?"

The purple haired wrestler was fairly well endowed in the rear department, but fat was a stretch. Still it was enough to smother out the majority of the roster, a fact she was all too keen to share.

"You wont be so noisy after this perfect butt has swallowed your ugly little face!"

Betsy was on fire, and she had Natasha's number. The offer of a free shot was too good to pass up.

"A free shot?"

Valentina rolled her eyes. It was a crazy idea. She already could forsee the outcome but hoped she could be on hand to break any match winning move.

Natasha smirked and clenched a fist. She was going to pop this Barbie into next week. One hit, one solid KO punch and it was an easy win. What could go wrong? Against all common sense, she cocked back and swung....

The crowd held it's breath, eager to see what happened next.

[BlackAkuma]

It might’ve seemed like an absurd idea, but Betsy was in a good place for Natasha to strike. She wasn’t standing where she was by accident, she had deliberately placed herself in the best spot for her opponent to strike, and she made sure to insult her butt to get her riled up. These two clearly took pride in their backsides, so she was hitting where they would feel it.

The bait was out. Would Natasha take it?

”Oh? Won’t I?” Betsy batted her eyelashes, looking as innocent as she could manage without bursting out in a laugh. ”You’ve got to catch me to make that happen, though, and you’ve sucked at that so far.” She tapped her chin. ”Go ahead. Lay me out, drop me, and smother me out with that fine ass of yours. Come on, doitdoitdoitdoit-”

She did it. Pretty good punch, too. Would’ve laid Betsy out if it hit.

Which it didn’t.

Because Betsy ducked.

Because of course she did.

Betsy planted her foot, surged upwards, and came at Natasha with a rising uppercut as she moved, leaping at her foe from below, coming at her opponent with her finishing blow, a strike that would take her head off if it connected - the Gazelle Punch!

[RiotGrrl]

Natasha swung, she could see the headlines on LAW.com, the many photos of her knocking out Betsy for an easy, and humiliating 3 count. The cries of the crowd rang in her ears like sweet music. In any match this would be fantastic, but with the added spice of Russia squashing the USA, it was positively mind blowing!

"Huh?"

No connection. No sensation of Betsy's nose or chin against her clenched fist.

As Natasha opened her eyes she was wildly off balance. Her expression changed from smug victory or abject horror.

In what felt like slow motion, the rising fist from Betsy came like a freight train. To the uninitiated the punch was similar to a Dragon Punch from Street Fighter, to others classic boxing technique.

The end result was the same.

Betsy's punch exploded against the Russian's chin and Natasha's eyes rolled back in her head. As her feet lifted off the canvas it set a chain reaction in motion.

Valentina, foreseeing the outcome, dropped off the apron and made a beeline for Troy. If she could neutralise the big hunk, she may just have enough time to break and count or submission, Betsy applied.

It was a risk. It counted on Natasha being aware enough of what lay ahead and Troy bring surprised. If he was quick enough to dispatch Valentina, then it was anyone's guess what Natasha would be subjected to.

Sure enough, with a whoop from the crowd, Natasha crashed to the canvas and even bounced a little. She came to rest with soft moans and her head slowly moving to the side. Not quite KOd but in no position to get up.

Stating at the ring lights was coming to be a habit

[BlackAkuma]

BANG.

Betsy knew when something connected good. There was no sensation quite like it - you could feel the recoil from a successful blow all the way to your toes, this sensation that was dispersed to every bone in your body. It was a hard feeling to put into words, but if she had to describe it in any way, she would compare it to the way a gun would feel after a shot…if a gun could feel things.

That was the sensation she achieved when she laid into Natasha and it was pure bliss.

Troy knew it was a good one, too. He’d seen her land that particular punch more times than he could count, and he knew it well enough to recognize the perfect execution, see the follow through, and know that the Russian wasn’t getting up anytime soon. Which, given the way this match had gone, would likely mean…

Yeah, here came Valentina.

Sure enough, Troy could spot her rushing his way, likely trying to take him out before he could stop her from interfering. A smart idea, and it might’ve worked, if they hadn't been pulling this all match. As it was, though, the real surprise would’ve been if they didn’t try to pull something like this when the match was on the verge of ending.

Looking to cut her off, Troy hopped off the apron himself and laid in wait - the moment she came around the corner, he’d jolt forward and try to nail her with a lariat, looking to put her down for the duration.

Betsy, on the other hand, only wanted three seconds. With Natasha laid out, she stepped over the woman and took a page from her cheerleading days, as she stretched into a split and dropped her ass right on the woman’s face with her full weight, striking a pose for the pin.

The referee was quick to slide in and start up the count. “One!”

[RiotGrrl]

Valentina had a noble quest, isolate and neutralise Troy and the rescue Natasha from the inevitable match end. She gathered pace as she came around the ring post and right into a stiff arm!

THUD!

It was a hell of an impact and one that made the crowd OOHHHHH at ringside..Valentina hit the ring mats hard. She cupped the back of her head, which had taken the brunt of the impact. Her air was taken and she gasped trying desperately to just breathe....

Natasha meanwhile groggily moaned in the middle of the ring. The ring lights beat down hard but soon she found relief in the shadow that loomed above her. As her eyes adjusted she was greeted by the shorts of Betsy.

"Ah fuck...."

Sure enough her face was enveloped in Betsy's ass and cooch. Even with the shorts, there was little hiding the fact. At once she flushed red as the humiliation burned. It was made all the worse by the pose Betsy threw.

One came, followed by TWO!

Natasha would squirm and kick her legs but she was in no position to avoid the smothering that sealed her fate. However much she moaned, her arrogance had backfired.

[BlackAkuma]

Troy felt a little bad about laying Valentina out like this, but it wasn’t like she’d given him all that much of a choice in the matter. He could tell that these two were decent wrestlers underneath all the craziness, and on another day, they might’ve been enough to come out on top with this matchup - but today was not going to be that day. This was he and Betsy’s debut, and he was determined to take this all the way with a W to kick off their tag team career.

”Sorry.” He dusted off his hands as he looked down at Valentina, making sure she was down for the moment when he looked back to the ring. ”Today is just not your day.”

And it wasn’t Natasha’s, either, because…

”Three!”

Betsy raised her fists high into the air as the referee’s hand came down for the final count, giving her the win over their Russian rivals and their first victory as a team in the company. The ending was, perhaps, a little abrupt, but it was definitely a sweet one. What was more, she couldn't have asked for a better seat for her victory, and she was looking forward to all the pictures that would come out.

Betsy settled in as the referee raised her hand and shook her hips, giving Natasha a pat on the top of her head. ”You don’t mind if I sit here for a sec, do you?” She started up a slow grind across her former foe’s features. ”I’ll take a moan as a ‘yes’.”