Cold Reception: Tatiana Morozova vs Johnny Atlas

[Bare]

Tatiana was cursing under her breath for allowing Johnny to escape her sight. "This man is like a slippery eel, covered in slime and quick to get away..." Tatiana complained under her breath as she searched, unaware of the threat behind her till it was too late! Gasping sharply as her arms were pulled up by the man behind her Tatiana would hiss softly as her torso was lifted up, her belly elongating almost like a cat while she struggled to keep her feet on the floor as she was hefted up. Unfortunately though Tatiana could do nothing but struggle in vain as she was then lifted up and slammed into the floor with a dragon suplex! "AGHHH!" Tatiana cried out, stunned from the impact, her legs hanging over her head and torso as she laid there, severely dazed and unfortunately leaving her quite exposed to the fans who whooped and hollered at the sight.

[killcarrion]

Overhearing Tatiana's candidly applicable description of Johnny as he approached from behind like an encroaching shadow, the conman earnestly considered it to be quite the compliment given the electric eel's tenacity for survival and overall intimidation. The squirming songstress showcased as if she were trapped within a medieval pillory before the audience until being chucked square onto the back of her head and shoulders. The winter songbird's regal backside ogled by the audience and spanked by Johnny as a means of having her fumble over herself. Tatianna's pony-tailed head snatched by the conman who was now leisurely hefting her upwards, except once on her knees she'd become swathed against the hustler's prodigious sack via a clawed hand behind the back of her head. "Just a hint of what you have to look forward to once you're my contracted talent within Atlas Worldwide~..." Johnny remarked with scheming eyes cast down at Tatianna with the ravenous fandom appreciating the scandalous exhibition. Exuding smarmy confidence as he hoisted the fatigued songbird onto her legs, but once vertical the depraved hustler would attempt to thwack Tatianna’s snobbish bosom in a cocked back Knife Edge Chop…

[Bare]

Left folded over herself by Johnny's dragon suplex Tatiana would groan softly, blushing softly in embarrassment from how revealed she was... only for said blush to deepen along with a sharp cry to escape her mouth as her pushed out bum was then slapped by Johnny to force her over and down to the floor! "Ngh... Damn it..." Tatianna groaned to herself before wincing softly as her hair was seized and pulled up sharply, forcefully pulling her up to her knees against her will leaving Tatiana groaning again before she would be snuffed out by Johnny's package pressing against her mouth!

"Mmfhhhhh!" Tatiana groaned out, slapping and pushing against the man's hips until he finally took a step back of his own accord, pulling the girl up by her hair to force her onto a vertical base where he would then chop her across the chest! "Ngh!....Grr you swine!" Tatiana cried out as she grit her teeth before swinging her own arm about for a chop of her own at Johnny's chest to try and force him backwards and at least attempt to retaliate against him!

[killcarrion]

Misery, Misery, Misery...that's what Tatianna's chosen by outright refusing to sign on the dotted line. Joining Atlas Worldwide obviously being an assured ascension into the stratosphere with nothing more than the occasional lip service needing to be performed, hence Johnny situating the songstress on her knees with a bulbous mouthful of his crotch as a method of alluding to some of those contractually obligated tasks. Johnny's knife-edge chop echoed around the arena until it was accompanied with a deafening crack from Tatianna's retaliation, the conman repelling backward a step with a seething grimace and arm massaging his painted pectorals. Countered with some enraged payback of his own via a stiff boot stamped into her breadbasket as a means of hunching the songstress over with Johnny immediately affixing her silver-haired head between his thighs. "You...are quite the firecracker. But even the petals of a winter rose have to wilt and whither eventually..." Johnny poetically muttered as he slouched over Tatianna, the meaning of his words becoming crystal clear once one of his hands snaked underneath and between her legs. A clutched claw on her crotch meant to establish absolute control with his fingers now caressing her sweetspot with a masterful execution. A heavenly swirled bliss accompanying a tightened flex of his muscled legs to stymie any attempt at wriggled freedom.