L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Natasha was humiliated but what was to come was far worse. She nuzzled and moaned to Kat who could feel the Russian's frustration. The humiliation and redness of her face alone must have been a warm cushion for the luchadora. As Natasha asked to be free, the situation dawned on her. Kat duly dropped and pinned the Russian in an erotic cover.

"AGUMMMFFFH!"

Natasha kicked her boots weakly as Kat squashed her. She could barely hold on as she had been thoroughly shown that the LAW roster were pissed off with her attitude and her smothering. The Russian pawed at Kat and somehow with all her effort. maybe the last of her effort. she pushed Kat's big cheeks to get some air, and more importantly, off her face.

The Russian lay there. She was red faced. Sweaty, Exhausted. She had take more smothering than she could handle and it showed. She was so damp now it was humiliating.

Maybe the Soviet was delirious, maybe she was enjoying it, but what came next was suicide.

"Still no count Kat.... "

She gasped and coughed. The crowd could hardly believe the words the Russian said. In many ways it as tragic. Natasha was almost begging to be squashed, which given the amount of weight in the ring, would give a whole new meaning to the phrase 'Crushing Communism'

Katherine had utterly flattened the Soviet Seductress! She had made some effort to spare Nat the humiliation of the public knowing about her blatant attraction to The Super Kitty. A public smothering beatdown meant that there was every opportunity to hide Rostovik's blushing face. But Natasha wasn't content to let herself and carried into the sweet state of unconsciousness by her career rival's sensual assault!

But as Natasha kicked weakly beneath The Super Kitty's backside, as she sweat and her face reddened, she somehow found the spunk and the gall to trash talk, despite everything she had been through tonight! Nat was putting up a front. One that Kat could see right through. This wasn't the huntress baring her fangs, no. This was Natasha asking to be put out of her misery! And Kat was happy to oblige!

"You heard her Trace! Let's send this Soviet back to the motherland! Help me out with this one!"

"Let's finish her!" Tracy yelled with enthusiasm as she straddled Natasha's chest. Kat and Tracy would both drop down in unison, crushing Rostovik and waving to the crowd! The pair would raise their fingers in sequence, encouraging the fans to get a ten count going! With Katherine's toned, ample backside weighing down on Natasha's face, and Tracy's thick, plump backside weighing down on Natasha's chest, the dynamic duo was sure that this would put Nat out for good!

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"Next time you see Val, tell her she's next!"
Tracy teased.

"Till next time, Nat! Squash ya again, later!" Kat would say with a wink as the fans kept up the count!

"SEVEN!"

"EIGHT!"

The SWAT Cats would flex in unison as they came out on top with an off the books pin over Nat!

"NINE!"

"TEN!"

The arena roared in celebration as the cocky got her comeuppance tonight thrice over while her biggest rivals celebrated!

Natasha was utterly humiliated as she wore Kat's round rump like a mask. Her cocky reply only served to compound her problems. She groaned as the weight came crashing down on her, there was no way she could move even if she wanted to. What made the whole thing worse, is this is exactly what Natasha and Valentina did as a means to show their dominance. The 'Soviet Squash' was now being used on the Russian princess.

The Russian squirmed as the count started, barely kicking her legs, face buried but burning red hot from the embarrassment.

EIGHT, NINE, TEN!

It was all over. Natasha's gamble had backfired. She came out and challenged anyone and LAW responded by sending her most hated rivals who all had a piece of the action. Valentina would be furious, and most of all she would want revenge. Despite the position, the big blonde Russian would not let this slide. Yes, the SWAT Cats were tag team champions, and who knows, perhaps that would seed a plot in the mind of the Soviets?

Natasha lay there blissfully drifting off from the SWAT tactics.