Cheryl Pride vs Natasha Loclear

Cheryl Pride vs Natasha Loclear
Victory by Ass or Breast Smother KO or Submission
Loser has to worship that part of the winner's body

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The crowd in the arena was a bit hush as they waited for the next match to begin. The area was silent for a few more seconds before the lights dimmed almost completely. Music then began to play over the speakers, a brilliant, golden display showing on the titantron, shifting quite vibrantly before a spotlight shone on the stage area. A girl was slowly risen up from a trap door. Her hands on her hips as a huge grin was on her face. It was like the rising of a goddess like statue on display as the epic music continued. As it shifted theme to start to get heavier, more spotlights shone all over the stage, going wild before the arena lit up quite a bit.

The girl, Cheryl Pride, walked down the ramp, wearing a black schoolgirl outfit with a red ribbon. Along that, her skirt came down to a little below her knees, but loose enough for her to have full movement. She wore black stockings and black wrestling boots, making her way down the ramp. She climbed up the steps, heading into the ring and grabbing a mic, her music dying down.

Cheryl looked around at the crowd, getting a bit of a mixed reaction. "How are we doing out there toniiight!" Cheryl grinned as she got quite the reaction, cheers throughout. "Yeah..haah it's been a while since I've been back in the ring, yeah? Too long. Never really made a name for myself here yet..But here I am! Back in Tokyoo!" The crowd's reaction picked up yet again, Cheryl taking it in before bringing the mic to her lips again. "Haah..Yeaah..Back in Tokyo and I already want to get out of this shithole as soon as possible" The reaction immediately shifted to loud boos and hisses at her, Cheryl loving very second of it. "Only thing that's worse honestly is the good for nothing people that occupy it! Biggest regret of joining AFW, realizing I have to perform in front of a bunch of idiotic Japanese who clearly can't even comprehend how great I am. And! And! The woman I have to face tonight! It's a joke!" The crowd seemed to cheer loudly at the mention of Natasha as Cheryl shook her head.

"Of course, you would cheer for her. She's just as bad as all of you sooo I suppose you need someone like her to look up to. Only makes sense! Too bad she's got more money than any of you in the crowd will even see in your lifetime. Ahaa but that ends the qualities! At least she was smart enough to drop her dead weight girlfriend before she completely lost all hope. I'll be MORE than happy to end it all here for her tonight though! She can enjoy worshiping these perfect breasts, realizing it's clearly her rightful place here. Soooooo, Bitch! Come on out and claim your place beneath me!" Cheryl had the widest, proudest grin on her face as she awaited the arrival of her opponent.

Spoiler:

Natasha had arrived at the arena a few hours in advance as was her routine the night of a match she was scheduled to take part in and had spent much of it in the locker room going over her game plan for the evening. Her opponent was a woman named Cheryl who, while not having been in a lot of matches, had taken part in just enough for her to get an idea of what she was like both in and outside the ring. As far as her wrestling ability went she had talent, that was easy to see, but her attitude left much to be desired and overall Natasha could tell she was in for a real fight that night. Part of it had to do with Cheryl's in ring abilities but mostly she was concerned with the negativity the woman took into every match, this was surely not going to be the friendliest of competitions.

Natasha slipped out of her clothes, folding them before placing them into her locker and pulling out her wrestling gear. After a few minutes of stretching the skin tight material over her body Natasha looked into the full body mirror to admire how she looked in it. The top felt snug against her skin and drew the eyes to her ample yet firm mounds, the skirt cut all the way up the sides for greater leg movement with the boots and gloves completing the sexy ensemble.

There was a television in the locker room to watch the action in the ring while one waited to come out and Natasha had it on when Cheryl made her appearance. It didn't take long for her to draw the ire of the crowd but what really caught her attention was Cheryl's words about her and even her past lover Heather. The woman with flowing purple hair and the never say die attitude still held a honored place in her heart and hearing Cheryl speaking ill of her did not sit well with her. Thankfully her time to enter the arena came a minute later and with a pace that was rare for her Natasha walked down the hall to the entrance and stepped out into the arena.

The stage had already been set for her, the nights having gone off to be replaced by thousands of tiny LED lights all over the ceiling and blue lasers beaming down from the rafters in short bursts so as to appear as rain drops. A waterfall had formed over the entrance curtains and as Natasha stepped out the water split apart giving the crowd its first look of the evening at Natasha. The sight of her drew a roar of applause from the crowd and with a smile on her lips Natasha took a microphone from a worker just out of sight behind the curtains before starting her trip down the ramp towards the ring.

"I believe you left out quite a bit from the qualities category but let me give you one bit of advice, talk about Heather like that again and I won't be satisfied with just smothering you with this gifted and well trained body of mine. Oh no, I think it would take a lot more than that before I would be finished with you Cheryl, but then perhaps you secretly yearn to be humiliated by me and thats why you saw fit to goad me like that." She proclaimed, finishing just as she reached the edge of the ring. Throwing the microphone to a cameraman Natasha would then climb up into the ring and step between the ropes, standing mere feet away from Cheryl with her eyes fixed on her own.

At the sound of Natasha's music beginning to play, Cheryl snickered a little and gave her a fake applause. She acted as if she was praising the girl's entrance with her motions, but it was more than clear that Cheryl was just playing it up. She knew that Natasha has made quite a name for herself in this company and Cheryl saw it as quite the opportunity for her because of that. In her mind, she thought she had quite the best of luck right now in her opponent and was taking no heed to the fact that she probably pissed her off quite a bit with her statements.

She watched Natasha make her way down the ramp, looking her over fully as she placed her hands on her hips. That grin on Cheryl's face seemed like it would have to be forcibly removed as she heard the crowd support Natasha. If they wouldn't have been already, they were certainly in her corner now after Cheryl had just badmouthed them and her opponent quite a bit. Cheryl watched Natasha grab that mic, a look of delight on her face as she saw that she was going to respond to her words.

She gave a little fake expression of fear before she watched Natasha enter the ring. She brought the mic to her lips again as she walked up to the girl, slowly approaching her. "Well good then! Get riled up! Get mad! We're going to have a battle! A straight forward, woman to woman fight that--" She would then cut herself off as she got close to Natasha, dropping the mic and attempting to slap Natasha in the face.

Cheryl would quickly roll out of the ring like that, raising her hands in the air as if she had just won the match.

Natasha had tossed away her microphone as there was nothing more she had to say to Cheryl that her fists couldn't tell the woman in a far more satisfying manner. Though as she drew closer to the woman destined to regret her words that evening Natasha could see Cheryl wasn't quite finishing running her mouth. She was in the midst of rolling her eyes at the woman's relentless taunting when suddenly her head snapped to the right with both heat and pain erupting in her cheek, Cheryl having drawn her into a trap which she had sprung slapping Natasha cleanly across the face.

She was more shocked than hurt and for several seconds she didn't even turn her head back to face forward, she just slowly brought her left hand up to touch the undoubtedly reddening area on her cheek as if it hadn't been real and touching it would prove that. Instead she winced as her fingertips pressed against the flesh and only then did she turn to stare at Cheryl who was currently parading just outside the ring.

Natasha looked at the distance to the edge of the ring and judged it to be fitting for what had just popped into her head. While Cheryl was celebrating Natasha sprinted towards the edge of the ring and then dropped down into a slide, her feet followed closely by the rest of her body sliding underneath the bottom rope with her feet set to crash into the lower back of Cheryl and send her right into the barricade.

Cheryl was quite busy celebrating 'one-upping' Natasha right away. It was quite the cheap shot and she knew full well that it was, that fact just sort of exciting her more. She had it in her mind that she was definitely going to have some fun in this match. If she could just keep this sort of thing up she could look quite good and make quite the name for herself in AFW. She paid almost no attention to what was going on in the ring, thinking that Natasha would be too stunned to react as Cheryl celebrated on the outside.

Of course, not paying attention was the exact thing that would cost her quite a bit. Before she could realize any such thing was about to happen, she felt that impact slam right into her back. "Guah!?" Cheryl yelped out at the hit, her body slamming into the barricade, rocking her quite a bit.

She stumbled back, trying to scurry away, though ending up falling onto her side as she winced and groaned from the pain.

Natasha was in complete control over herself including the sounds her foot steps made as she raced across the ring and the nearly silent breaths she took as she sprinted towards the edge, but she had no control over the crowd and all it would take was one shout or cheer from them and Cheryl would undoubtedly become suspicious and turn around to see what they were yelling about. The crowd however seemed to be behind her after all the insults hurled their way by Cheryl and they remained quiet long enough for Natasha to drop down into a slide and kick the woman square in her lower back.

Cheryl was sent crashing front first into the barricade unceremoniously, the woman bouncing off the unforgiving barrier only to collapse onto the thinly padded floor with her pain clear on her face. The match hadn't even started yet but the first exchange was done with Natasha coming out on top, the french heiress rolling back into the ring instead of further pressing her advantage. If the match had started things would have been different but until that bell rang she wouldn't do anything more than repay Cheryl for her error in judgement.

Cheryl grunt out in frustration as she was down on the floor outside of the ring. She shook her head, this was NOT the sort of start she wanted for this match. What made it even worse was Natasha slid back into the ring, making it so she couldn't even try to redeem herself with a quick counter or anything. She had gotten the one up on her and then went back into the ring to get ready for her again, almost as if just punishing her for that slap from earlier. She grit her teeth, taking a breath before finally pushing herself up to her feet.

She directed a glare at Natasha before huffing out, pacing outside the ring a little. "Alright then--Ok--Right" She said to herself, nodding her head, dusting herself off a bit before nodding. She carefully, slowly climbed onto the apron, keeping her eyes on Natasha the whole whole as she tried to climb into the ring if she didn't stop her from doing so. Nodding, she got back in, getting her arms up in the ready. "Was just a test right? We're starting now, here's the start"

Natasha wasn't a big fan of trading blows before the bell ever rang but she would never let someone get an early hit in on her without paying them back in kind, something Cheryl had just learned for herself. Natasha was feeling rather good about that exchange, pacing back and forth inside the ring getting in a few last minute stretches with a bright grin on her lips, and she was quite eager to get the match underway now. Cheryl had to get inside the ring before they could begin however but she seemed afraid Natasha would attack her if she tried to climb inside, a fear Natasha tried to put at ease as she backed up against the far side of the ring, watching the woman enter but making no move towards her.

"Just remember you brought that onto yourself." Natasha said as she pushed herself off the ropes and approached Cheryl with her arms raised in front of her, keeping her eyes out for any sign of a sneak attack from Cheryl before the bell rung. This time the woman kept to herself and the bell rang after the final introductions were made over the loud speakers, Natasha moving immediately as she closed in on Cheryl and sent a swift kick down at her outer thigh.

Cheryl clicked her tongue at Natasha's words. She wanted to get a cheap advantage over her, but it just wasn't how it was. She shook her head, taking another deep breath. She sort of looked over Natasha a little again, getting a good look at her. She narrowed her eyes, thinking of how she should go about this. She had to make herself look as good as possible while making Natasha look as bad as possible--that was at least Cheryl's mindset.

As the bell rang though, she watched Natasha come right for her, gasping out a little. She winced at the kick on her outer thigh, the impact causing her to stumble a bit, moving to the side. "Woah woahwoahwoahwoahwoah!" she let out, moving back quickly to try and roll out of the ring, getting her hands up.

In Natasha's mind there were two very distinct versions of a smother match, the variety where the wrestlers involved focused on the obviously sensual element such a match involves and the one where pure physicality is the name of the game. She had been expecting this to be the first kind as it specifically demanded the loser worship the body part that smothered them out but after that cheap shot Natasha was determined to make this the other, far more brutal and in this case satisfying of the two kinds. She demonstrated that in her aggressive opening, landing a snap kick to Cheryl's thigh that for a moment looked like it might floor the woman.

Cheryl remained standing however and once again went to roll out of the ring the moment she wasn't in total control, but Natasha wasn't going to just let her leave without a present. As Cheryl dropped to the floor to exit the ring Natasha sent a swift kick at the woman's side, aiming to inflict as much damage to Cheryl's ribs as she could with her punting kick.