L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Stick gasped out... as powerful arms seized her, wrapping around her slender waist. Her body was pressed against the powerful and marvel of a form that made Natasha, before her arms slowly began to close in against her lower back. Stick gasped, feeling her bikini clad form slowly press deeper against Natasha's statue of a figure. Her heels arched and her head whipped back, moaning out in pain as the air was pressed from her lungs.

With her arms free, Stick began to beat against Natasha, hitting her shoulders and elbowing at her arms. She might as well have been hitting concrete, and she lacked so much energy right now that she did not even have the strength to make the Russian flinch.
"Pl... please stop... your... crushing me... Please." Stick virtually whimpered with a hushed breathe. She groaned, feeling her bare stomach mesh against Natasha's a little more as her arms continued to press in against her slender figure.

Stick arched back, crying out, knowing her pleas fell on deaf ears as Natasha simply smiled at her. Minutes seemed to pass, and Natasha's grip tightened all the more, preventing Stick from breathing. The pain was already too much for the manager to bear, and she writhed and struggled in desperation despite her lack of energy... before eventually she began to quieten, and slowly relax, moving less and a little less as the seconds passed. Eventually Stick moaned lowly, falling limp against Natasha, leaning against her shoulders as her arms and legs dangled freely... slowly passing out in Natasha's bearhug.

Natasha would smirk while she head how this other woman was begging her to stop… why should she. Stick had no might over her and she could beg as much as she wanted Natasha was enjoying herself right here. She loft to feel this soft and squashy body being pressed against her very own body, this soft skin and these soft breasts. Natasha would smile while pulling the other girl in, feeling how her heartbeat was going crazy inside the chest of the small girl. It was a mix of fear of Natasha and the fear of passing out here, she would be assumed about this fact.

The Russian would try to increase the amount of pressure on her opponent while leaning in her head brining it close to the head of the other woman… “I will let you go…” she would say…” I will leave you alone… when you do one little thing for me!” her eyes were sparking “set up a match between me and your stone… if I am able to beat her you two will work for me from this day one!” she would say crushing the other woman a bit more increasing the pressure on her. “and not just any match… make it a street fight! You hear bitch?”

"Uuugh..." Stick gasped out, barely able to make a sound as her body was squeezed even harder in the grueling bearhug. She had been on the verge of passing out until a harsh squeeze forced her back to life, bringing pain and near suffocation as her bare midrif was crushed and grinded up against Natasha's powerful form. She thought her back was going to break at any moment, as a loud scream of pain escaped from her oxygen deprived lungs, losing nearly all of what air remained in her chest.

She had enough energy to nod at Natasha, agreeing to her request. At this point just anything to make the pain stop, to put an end to the bearhug. She gasped out breathlessly, shuddering as her back clicked and cricked a little, being squeezed to what her body could just about handle. Her eyes fluttered before closing, as her form relaxed, collapsing against Natasha, unable to resist the bearhug anymore. However, it was clear to Natasha that Stick had at least agreed to have a match to decide their fate... a street fight of all things too.

Natasha would squeeze the other girl a little bit more. “see all you need to understand who the boss is… is a single hug… was that so hard little girl!” she would say dropping stick in the water before leaving her alone and going to leave the hotel before she was getting in any trouble.