SS 15 Softcore Round 1: Mazzie Lashley Vs. Andrea Ümlaut

Preceded By: SS 15 London Bridge Match: Silver Ace Vs. Amethyst Velour
Followed By: SS 15 Softcore Round 1: Izzi Vs. Victoria Archer

Mazzie Lashley:


Vs.

Andrea Ümlaut:



Match type: Softcore Smother
Winning Condition: Smothering the opponent unconscious with any part of the body
Special Stipulation: The loser will face a Penalty. They must worship the relative body part of the winner as they see fit

Mazzie was beyond excited. For the first time in her career she was actually competing in something aside from her Best Breast Challenges and her squabble with Kagami. She was even able to make the cut for the AFW's new Softcore Title! It was right up her alley. It didn't require that someone be the BEST wrestler around and since the first round was a smother match, she knew she could at least cruise to round two! She was actually pretty happy for once.

As her music began to play, she trotted out from the backstage entrance. The London crowd was certainly kind to her, offering her a bit of applause as she tugged down the zipper of her shirt, revealing a bit more of her perfectly large breasts.

She slooowly slipped bwteen the ropes when she hopped up onto the apron and let her jugs hand for a moment. She then held up her hands and waved her torso, letting her huge tits wobble for each side of the ring before she shifted back to her corner. She had to realize that this WAS a smother match and not a Best Breast Challenge, so she couldn't just insult a girl's chest and expect to win. She also probably wouldn't be facing another kawaii.

Still, she probably wasn't going to let her opponent get away without being told how inferior her chest was.

"Elimination" by Overkill played through out the arena speakers as Andrea Ümlaut made her down to the ring, blasting the headbanging song as she came out... Headbanging, flopping her short messy hair about before she raised an acoustic guitar and smashed it on the arena stage.

She turned her head and eyed her opponent with an animalstic glare. She was furious. Her past couple of matches had been nothing short of humiliating! Two of which ended in a sexual fashion thanks to the famous Akashi Tanikaze!

Andrea had no real interest in something as Gay as a softcore title! It was the complete opposite of everything she stood for! But that's why she was here... To whoop up on these pussy fighters and get revenge on Akashi Tanikaze! And the road to that involved taking this stupid title after winning this stupid tournament!

Andrea then slid in the ring and looked at her opponent, her eyes went wide and she tried not to laugh at her. But she did.

"Pfff...WOW! Holy shit!" Andrea exclaimed, putting her eyes right on this big ass titties! They were large enough to make Andrea's cheeks flush! "You're so fucking short with your big huge fucking tits!" She exclaimed crudely.

"If I had a cock, I would Tit Fuck the everliving SHIT outta you!"

Mazzie raised her eyebrow as Andrea came down the ramp. She had no idea who she was supposed to be facing, but this girl seemed like she had stumbled into the wrong place, that was for sure.

The girl was pretty tall too and even with out her mouth, actually pretty intimidating. If this was a wrestling match, Mazzie would probably be pissing herself, but she kept trying to tell herself that the rules for the match would benefit her. Andrea didn't seem to have much in the way of tits. They were pathetic.

Unfortunately, she couldn't concentrate by Andrea's lewd words. She balked and blushed furiously. She didn't even know if she was being insulted or complimented and that threw her off guard most of all.

"Are you supposed to be here?" She asked, finally. "This is a smother match, you know! you don't have enough tits to smother a fly!" She exclaimed. Her usual sass was missing the biting edge it normally have as she gesticulated at Andrea with exasperation and disbelief.

Andrea's eye twitched.

"OF COURSE IM SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!" She barked with a stomp of her foot. Very senstive about the subject.

"I... Belong everywhere, you know!" She then raised her shaking fist towards Mazzie while glaring angrily at her, her twitching soon intensifying when she heard the rest

"Just because I don't have fifty pound bazongas, doesn't mean I can't win here! I have sheer power and fucking mad-ass will! And I'm too tall for you to boot!" Andrea said with a determined glare.

"Quit now before one of your implants gets busted, dweeb!"

Mazzie took a step back as Andrea yelled at her. Not only was the girl large, she seemed to be off her rocker too. Mazzie was still a little convinced that Andrea WASN'T supposed to be there, but when the bell rang, there was no turning back.

She took another step back and looked over the taller girl. However, when Andrea accused her of having fake tits, the Canadian's pride pushed through her fear. "They aren't..."

Mazzie crouched and then ran at Andrea. When she was close, she jumped into the air and tried to smash her huge tits right into the bigger girl's smaller pair. "FAKE!"

Andrea smirked when it looked like she crushed Mazzie's will! What a fucking loser! Andrea's confidence was now through the roof! She could easily take on this Mazzie girl with absolute pure, ease!

And then her foe came running and Andrea. The girl narrowed her eyes and rushed forward as well, raising her boot and trying to give Mazzie a running big boot that was designed to take her head off!

Mazzie was in the air when the boot came up. It crashed into her tit and nearly left an imprint. The blonde flipped in mid air, shrieking until she crashed into the ground.

"Aiiiehhhgh!"

She landed with a thud and groaned. She wasn't even sure what part of her she should be clutching.

She opted for her tits as she rolled onto her hands and knees, cradling her huge rack with one arm while she ran her fingers through her hair and rubbed her head with the other.

"Nnnngh...."

Andrea felt the collision of Mazzie's tit on her boot. The crowd gasped as the girl flipped in mid air before falling. Andrea jogged forward before turning around and laughing at her foe.

"BWAHAHA!" She laughed while the crowd booed.

"AWw! Upset that I'm not soft? FUCK YOU!" She responded, flipping them off as she turned her back to Mazzie. "I'm not soft! I'm hardcore! My heart is Black as Sabbath and thats why I'm going to win this stupid tourney! I can actually fight! Hahah!" Andrea bellowed as she insulted the fans before turning to Mazzie and walking towards, trying to grab her by the hair and haul her up.

"Aiiie!"

Mazzie was just struggling to begin to get up when Andrea hauled her up. Whatever the girl was saying, it definitely seemed like she had gotten into the wrong tourney and was now going to just wreck Mazzie.

The little Canadian became even more afraid for her life, but as she stood with her body slumped, held up by her hair, her fight or flight instincts kiced in. If Mazzie knew one thing, it was tits. She might not be able to fight Andrea fairly, but she knew a few weak points.

Mazzie balled her fist and extended her middle finger, making it point out from her fist. She then hurled her arm forward, trying to jam the point of her fist into Andrea's sensitive nipple.