Cold Reception: Tatiana Morozova vs Johnny Atlas

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Despite some initial frustration and insistent attempts at making a offer Tatiana decisively didn't want to hear the snow haired beauty had finally managed to silence the red haired man with a decisive kick to the skull that finally seemed to shut him up. A silence that would be continued as Tatiana's legs closed firm around the man's head and forced his mouth shut... Granted in such a way that it was nearly right on top of her... unmentionable area. But so be it. Still Tati knew an advantage when she had it and she refused to not make the most of it while she had it and as such squeezed the man's skull between her thighs with as much force and tension as she could muster. "Has my answer been made clear yet? If you can even hear me." Tatiana asked mockingly as she also bucked her hips, jostling and torquing Johnny's head and neck as she did so, though also unintentionally pressing her groin into Johnny's face with each thrust.

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Johnny's mafioso upbringing and dapper charisma ensured that he scarcely ever had his business proposals turned down, especially whenever they were accompanied alongside certain ominous implications upon making them an offer they can't refuse. Thankfully these last resorts seldom came into play considering that Johnny was taught by the most conniving conmen in the business who honed his knack for loquacious banter into the deal-making gentleman you see today. Throughout all of his numerous underworld transactions, he can safely surmise that this is most definitely the first time someone silenced his salesman pitches in as enticing~...yet still suffocating a manner. Specifically, via the muffled warmth of Tatiana's crotch and abrasive vise of her graceful legs cranked upon his cranium, sapping his strength with each second spent breathing in her elegant aura. "MMfh..." Johnny blathered with a languished cycle of his legs before settling himself down with a pawed grip on her offending thighs, expression unreadable given the tucked compression against the opera singer's muff. Although Johnny's intentions became apparent when he started suckling through the fabric, sweetened sensations slathered with a massaged kneading her backside...

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Thoroughly finished with all of Johnny's sickly sweet words and attempts at making a sales pitch to her Tatiana sought to silence him and was successful as she brought him down to the mat and squeezed his skull between her thighs like a vice grip and for a bit she believed that maybe, just maybe this would be all she needed to win this bout. Maybe Johnny was just a wanna-be manager that was in over his head and wouldn't be able to last long when put in an actual move, especially with as much force that she was putting into it. However she'd soon be proven wrong with... the sensations that started. For a moment Tatiana thought she was imagining things, that it was just a side effect of their respective positions and how tight she was squeezing, but then it continued, going far too consistently and gradually ramping up to the point that there was no mistaking it, his mouth was actively sucking on her groin. Before she could fully react though she then also felt his hands on her ass! Immediately crimson spread across her face as Tatiana sputtered and gasped in shock at what he was doing, that he had the GALL to do so. Like lightning Tatiana would untangle her legs from Johnny and got off of him like a rocket with a look of utter indignation on her face. "Y-Y-Y-You PIG!!!" Tatiana shrieked out in fury as she then crossed back to where he was and began to rain down furious flurry of stomps on the downed man!

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Johnny pondered if perhaps Tatiana's specific choice of submission was influenced by this headscissors capability to stifle the mobster's pitched attempts at having the Winter Songstress sign on the dotted line of one of his clause-riddled contracts. Whether or not it was, Johnny appreciated Tatianna's knack for getting her point across in as emphatic a manner possible. Especially since it involved Johnny's handsome mug buried between svelte thighs and beneath her radiant swell of womanhood. However, it was a suffocating technique she may have started to regret executing once his loquacious motormouth started being put to use in ways she may not have anticipated. "...*Pant*...*Pant*...Heh, who says ya can't talk your way out of every situat-HGGH!!!" Johnny breathed a sigh of relief once the headscissors was unlatched but regrettably accompanied by the enraged songstress stomping a metaphorical mudhole in the mobster. Now shielding himself as best he could from the barrage of wrathful stomps until the referee interceded and stepped between them as an act of mercy on Johnny's part once the stamp count started becoming ludicrous. The official breaking them up at an attempt towards calming Tatianna down as Johnny staggered back to one knee, but once the referee stepped aside, an explosion of a Discus Lariat would be aimed at mowing down the silver-haired singer.

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Tatiana was positively mortified and furious right now at how brazenly Johnny had placed his mouth and tongue over her private area, the blush on her face being from both embarrassment and anger. Both emotions she was sure to try and take out on Johnny with a rapid series of vicious stomps on the man's helpless body. All while shouting a variety of obscenities in her native tongue that thankfully, the majority of people in the crowd or at home would be able to understand. Unfortunately however such offense wasn't allowed in such a bout and the ref would soon step in to pull Tatiana away who huffed with labored breathing after expending so much energy so quickly. "Ugh yes yes I get it I'm sorry but if he did that to you then you would- UGH!" Tatiana cried out in pain as Johnny used her trying to placate the referee as a chance to get up himself and drive a hard clothesline into her chest, taking the singer off her and down to the mat, laying on her shoulders with her legs over her head for a moment before coming down on her knees, causing her rear end to be rather humorously pointed up into the air as she clutched her chest in pain, gasping and breathing shallowly in pain from the lariat.

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Certain languages transcended barriers and were understandable throughout all corners of the globe in Johnny's eyes, and wanton violence just so happened to be one of those universal languages. The audience certainly comprehending Tatianna's justified fury perfectly fine in spite of her profanity laced tirade being bellowed in Ukrainian, but the only thing the referee understood was that she seemingly needed to intervene on her mudhole stomping given the enfeebled helplessness of the cowering gambler. Pathetic cowardice being one of his favorite ruses to levy against enraged adversaries given it allows Johnny extra time to calculate a comeback, and while mowing the songstress practically out of her fashionable boots wasn't exactly a strategy worthy of an intellectual mastermind, the results were where it mattered most. Johnny sauntering ahead in a grimaced flinch and caught himself on the ropes with fatigued breathes after what felt like being trampled by a marching band, but catching the provocative sight of Tatiana's skyward backside over his shoulder and miraculously finding the strength to continue onward with the conman collapsing to his knees behind Tatianna. The songstress may not know of backshots, but suffice to say the current imagery portrayed her as a dignified expert at them. "Heh...damn shame. We coulda made such beautiful music together, my regal songbird. But thankfully, breaking in snobbish sophisticates is part of the package when you sign with Atlas Worldwide~..." Johnny emphasizing that specific word via a jiggled spank and the swell of his bulge against her pretentious rump, noticeable moreso after he'd collapse atop her and cinch on an assertive sleeperhold. The toned warmth of his physique swathed over her with a free hand snaked underneath offering a kneading caress to one of the Ice Queen's supple pair.

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Tatiana groaned softly as she laid on her hands and knees, trying and failing to get in some oxygen to her system. The clothesline out of nowhere from Johnny had nearly crushed her windpipe and knocked the air out of her lungs, on top of absolutely rocking her from the impact her head had with the mat from being knocked over. It was all so bad that Tatiana didn't even have the wherewithal to roll over or otherwise get out of the humiliating position that she was currently in from being knocked over, on her hands and knees like some peasant or harlot, utterly embarrassing. Even more so she heard foot steps behind her before the sound of something hitting the mat behind her and given the circumstance it could only be one person and in this position... oh god.

"Ngh no!" Tatiana groaned out as she tried to crawl forward and away from the con man only to be stopped by a slap to her rear end! "Kya!" Tatiana cried out cutely while blushing crimson, especially upon feeling Johnny's member thrust against her, knocking her from her hands and face down to the mat, with her arms covering her face as she tried to bury her face in embarrassment at the position. All before the situation got far worse as Johnny then fully descended on her smaller body, wrapping her up in a sleeper hold! "Ngh! Ugh!" Tatiana groaned out, clawing at Johnny's arm desperately before throwing her arms backwards, trying to elbow the man to loosen his grip!

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Johnny started to get the distinct sensation that for all of Tatianna's accomplishments when it came to her lavish training regimen preparing her for this venture into the outlandish world of pro wrestling, none of those fancy wrestling coaches or esteemed fitness trainers cared to mention exactly what it feels like getting laid the fuck out. Sambo and BJJ were all firm foundations for a fighting style that she'd win copious competitions with, but there ain't no point system or certified rulebook in the types of underworld scraps Johnny partook in. Strange as it may sound, Johnny considered himself to be doing Tatianna a favor by sacking the refined noblewoman with the brute strength of a linebacker. Just one lesson she wasn't gonna learn back in her dignified social circles, and one she probably wasn't going to be forgetting anytime soon since it accompanied her regal rump getting clapped and asserted sleeperhold afterward.

Mutual warmth shared between them as Johnny tightened his bulging biceps in the abrasive sleeperhold and locked his legs around Tatianna's petite waist as she learned what it was like to have an undeniably handsome man taking her breath away from behind...so to speak. "Whoa, where's all that refined sophistication now? Guess this Princess may need to learn what it's like having your face smeared in the mud to know what it's like wrestling where I come from, Songbird~..." Johnny remarked while in the midst of abruptly yanking Tatianna onto their feet in response to all of her fervent thrashing, but tucking the songstress' snobbish visage underneath his armpit in a cranked back guillotine choke. The conman sapping her strength with her regal facials swathed underneath his underarm for an extended period, but aiming to crown this princess in his Wild Card signature maneuver if uninterrupted all throughout.

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Mortifying was an understatement to describe how Tatiana was currently feeling right now as Johnny remained seated behind her, squeezing her neck between his arms and thrusting his hips into her behind dominantly. Nothing she could do to try and stop him as his greater weight kept her pinned down hard to the mat, barely able to move let alone breath as she squirmed and struggled beneath him. Really it was just a good thing that she had managed to tuck her head in and dig her chin into Johnny's arm, it wasn't much admittedly but it kept his choke from going all the way in and constricting her breathing entirely. Not much but enough for now. Especially as Johnny got up, forcing Tatiana to her feet along with the man in a position that was still anything but comfortable but at least now she was standing on her feet.

Likewise she had a chance to get a quick breath in as Johnny removed his arm from her throat, granted it was only temporary before he then wrapped his arm around her head, pulling her backwards in a guillotine choke! "Mmmmmph!" Tatiana protested in fury, her legs kicking about a bit as an idea came to her. 'Wait! Kicking!' Tatiana thought to herself as she pushed off the mat, dropping down as a result and curling her body inwards and swinging her leg up to try and drive a kick directly into Johnny's face! Of course it was a risky escape method. If Johnny took the kick and held on or worse yet managed to catch or evade it it would leave her extremely open to whatever he wanted to do next... But if she could connect to his face with enough force then it would almost surely result in him being forced to let her go!