Natasha Loclear vs Natasha Rostovik: The Heiress vs The Princess!

Safe Word Match!
Rules: No DQ, whomever forces the other to say their preselected safe word wins the match.

Spoiler:

Natasha's old wrestling trainer had surprised her by calling recently, having not heard from the man in a few years she had been happy to speak with him though what he told her had come as a bit of a shock. Another of his students had just signed on with the AFW and he felt that she needed a wake up call, wanting Natasha to face her in a match to teach her a bit of humility. Her name was also Natasha, which came as a further surprise for her, but the similarities didn't end there as she came from a wealthy family in Russia as well. It seemed her old trainer had a type. Natasha agreed and the next day put the request in with management who were quick to okay the match, which while her trainer had no doubt wanted it to be a normal match like he had trained them for Natasha had asked for something a bit more fun.

Her music was dying down as her entrance came to an end, Natasha standing in the ring wearing her favorite and quite revealing ring attire. Glancing around the ring she found nothing out of the ordinary except for the several feet long strands of silk ropes hanging from each corner, which would make this quite the interesting match. She was quite curious to see just how good this other Natasha was and couldn't wait for her to make her appearance.

The Russian Princess was to be found backstage having a very heated and animated discussion on her cellphone, Instead of her usual broken English, Natasha was in full flow with her native tongue. With much shouting from the Russian Princess she finally hung up the phone and threw it down to the floor in a fit of rage, Quite what had troubled Natasha so much was anyones guess, but it probably had a lot to do with her upcoming match.

"Safe Word! Zis iz rediculous" she barked at the stage hand who seemed to shy away.

The sounds of Prokofiev: Romeo and Juliet - Montagues and Capulets, Dance Of The Knights bellowed out across the arena P.A and Natasha entered the arena. She was wearing her usual black thong and top, along with her thigh high boots and flowing purple locks.



Walking to the ring and stepping between the ropes she kept her gaze fixed on her rival who she had learnt is also called Natasha. The Russian couldnt help notice her rivals full firm breasts and her curves. This would be a very different match, neither seemed to have the distinct advantage and Natasha was keen to not give in. Uttering her safe word wouild be just as humiliating as losing normally.

Stretching and awaiting the bell as her music died down she called out to the other Natasha, "We may share ze same name, but I will crush you!"

Natasha leaned against one of the corner posts on the side of the ring opposite the entrance ramp while she waited for the other Natasha to appear, thankfully not having to wait very long before she heard an unfamiliar song begin to play. Her opponent stepped out onto the stage soon after and Natasha couldn't help but laugh, once more thinking to herself that her teacher seemed to have a habit of teaching wealthy girls who grew up to be knock outs. She stiffled her laughter before the woman got to the ring, no need to be uncivil about this, stepping out of the corner to stand a few feet in front of the other woman.

"Crush me huh? Seems you really do need a lesson Natasha and I will be more than happy to give it to you." She replied with her hands on her hips, deciding it best not to mention their teacher's name just yet. The referee then entered the ring but only to get their chosen safe words, this was a no DQ match so beyond declaring a winner her job was to sit back and enjoy the show like everyone else. "Mine will be watermelon...what can I say I've had a craving for it all day." She joked with the referee.

Natasha gave a disparaging look to her rival and baulked at her comeback. "How dare she zay that to me??" she muttered whilst the referee was dealing with her rival. The ref came over and Natasha thought for a moment before saying, "Panda" as her safeword. The referee acknowledged her and stepped back calling for the bell immediately.

The big Russian stepped out tentatively, usually with smaller rivals she would rush them to get a quick advantage or try some sneaky move but this Natasha was different. She was much bigger, and feminine than the girls the Russian usually faced. It couldnt escape her notice that her full breasts were exposed and that could spell trouble for Natasha especially with her phobia of being smothered.

Thankfully, that was mostly private, and she could concentrate on her wrestling. She raised her hands up in a defensive position and invite her rival to come for a grapple. Deciding to go on the vocal offensive she tried to stir emotion in Natasha.

"Watermelon? It doesnt matter what your word is... the ref wont hear it when you are my throne!"

"Fancy yourself a queen do you?" Natasha said with quite the noticable roll of her eyes, taking the last few moments before the bell rang to perform a couple last minute stretches. "Sorry to break it to you but everyone who comes down to this ring thinks themself a queen, its my job to show you how wrong you are."

Before she could say anything further the bell sounded and the match began, Natasha noticing that the other one had her hands up expecting a grapple to start things off. While she didn't usually like going along with what her opponent wanted a lock up was as good a way to start as any, Natasha bringing her hands up and with a sudden lunge forward entered into a grapple for control with the other Natasha. "Time to show me what you can do." She said before surging forward, testing the strength of the woman with a full example of how strong she was, thrusting her chest firmly up against the other's own.

(Heh forgot about this RP)

As the pair came to the first grapple, Natasha immediately felt at a disadvantage given how her own impressive chest was at the very least matched by her rival.

"UUGNNN" The Russian gasped out and maintained the struggle before the words of her teacher came flooding to her mind. With a slight movement to play possum she let her arms give so that she could use the momentum of her eager rival. At the same time, she gave a tug and dropped to her bottom with a thud, bringing her legs up to aim them at Natasha's toned tummyand try to flip the girl clean over her and onto the canvas

"Something like zis?" she enquired already lettign her mouth run away with her because if the move failed she was going to look rather foolish

Natasha surged forward and quickly found this other Natasha succumbing beneath her momentum, she felt even more confident than she had coming out to the match for a brief moment before she was suddenly sailing through the air. Her opponent had decided not to fight her in power and had instead lured her into a trap, catching her in a monkey flip that would have deposited her flat on the mat if she hadn't shot her feet out to land first. Natasha ended up in a bridge with the palms of her hands flat against the mat, her body bent in an arch for a moment before she dropped down to slam her upper back onto the chest and head of the other Natasha.

As Natasha rolled back she felt a certain smugness at managing to fool her namesake rival. It was only when the landing sound was more soft, controlled that Natasha craned her neck back to see her rival stood on her feet. The sneer exploded across the Russians face. She had been outwitted! Worst than this, Natasha had shown her agility and superiority by arching and positioning herself so she was close to the Russian.

"UUGGNNN" Natasha gasped out as her rival used her body to slam into the Russians chest, her face momenterily feeling the soft smoosh of her rivals bottom. Natasha struggled and kicked looking to shove Natasha from her. Even though she was winded, she did NOT! want to be anywhere near her rivals behind, especially given how her previous matches had ended in such a manner.

The Russian rolled over onto her chest and knelt back, still clutching at her chest and trying to recover from the improvised swanton butt drop. The Russians soft purple hair covered her face but she needed these moments

Natasha had always found a certain satisfaction in stunning her overconfident opponents with a move they hadn't thought her capable of, but she found it particularly satisfying to do that to not just another Natasha but a rival student as well. She kept her body in that arc just long enough for the other Natasha to notice before dropping down on top of her in a solid thud as flesh met flesh, the Frenchwoman feeling just how firm the other woman's body truly was as hr shoulder blades dug into the others breasts. She took a moment to rub her rear firmly in the woman's face before rolling off of her, the two women a few feet apart as they each moved to their knees.

Deciding to press the offensive Natasha lunged forward, hands shooting out to grab the other Natasha by the back of her head. She would pull her in for a side headlock, arms wrapped around the neck to keep her in place.

The move has surprised the big Russian, she was being matched evenly which was not something that she was used to. Natasha's mind raced as her rival rubbed her bottom on the Russians face. "How dare she!"
She got quickly to her knees and feet looking to mount an attack in response and stop the flow of the match going to the other Natasha.

No luck however as the Russian found herself bent over and her face pressed against her rivals ample chest. "UUGGNNNN" Natasha protested and stamped her foot hard in frustration at this move. She got her hands around her rivals waist and couldnt help but notice as they ventured downward just how plump and yet firm her rivals bottom was.

That previous move was certainly playing on Natashas mind. She struggled with Natasha and wondered just what she would have to do to beat this girl. It was almost like she was fighting herself in body, not just in name