Princess Natasha Rostovik vs Heather Sunderland - Meeting A Legend

The Russian sat there proud letting Heather smother as so many had before her, She folded her arms under her large breasts and beamed a smile to the crowd confident that she would KO Heather like this. That was until she felt the hands of her victim on her back, and before she knew it she was off her face and on her hands and knees with her large bottom facing Heather. Her long purple hair flowed all around her face and she cursed, "Stupid Girl!" not sure where she was admonishing herself or her rival.

Heather gasped for air, taking in as much as she could. She breathed in and out deeply, shaking her head to recover herself. Her face was burning quite red--the match had taken turns back and forth quite a bit and Natasha was clearly doing her best to get to her quite directly.

"Haaah...mnh...Y-you really think you'd beat me like that? You're REALLY looking to try and beat me in a humiliating way aren'tyou!?" She let out, pushing herself up to her feet.

Natasha got her composure back and wheeled around to see a red faced and gasping Heather. As the Russian got up to her feet she smirked and flicked back her purple hair, her body now bathed in a light sweat, especially aound her cleavage and between her thighs.

"Zis iz true. You are to be my butt slut!" Natasha mocked and raised her hands, once more looking to lock up with her rival. "Just lay down and take your smothering!"

Heather hums just a bit, thinking. "So that's how you're thinking then? alright" She bent over, unlacing her boots, stepping out of them and kicking them off. She let out a long breath, standing straight with her hands on her hips, her purple and black striped stockings slightly damn with her sweat from the match.

"Haah--Feels nice..alright..If you're looking to humiliate me, I'll just have to make sure to humiliate you as much as possible first." She let out, taking a few steps towards her before kicking off, trying to leap up and dropkick her in t he chest.

Natalia watched her rival for any movement at all and wanted to get the the upper hand again, or at least the opportunity to lay another smother on Heather. She wasnt banking on a strip show

"What are you doing silly American?" Natalia quizzed not believing her eyes as Heather took off her boot. "Ugg you smell.." she mocked and held her nose trying to add to some humiliation. However whilst she was playing up to the crowd, she felt a drop kick to her chest.

"AGGHHHH" the busty Russian fell to her back, the move taking her by surprise so much that her head connected hard with the canvas. "oohhh" a little woozy Natalia tried to get her bearings, it was a complete sucker punch but now she was definately on the defensive.