Natasha Rostovik VS Amelie Roux: A Smother A Day

Tonight's match-up was somewhat of a more lewd treat for the lewd AFW fans in attendance, as the lights already begun to dim to signal for the arrival of the first contender. It was always a plus when two busty ladies would be at it, but in a match where victory could only be achieved through literally smothering your foe out with your breasts? You can imagine the somewhat air of excitement among the crowd.

The music of Warrant would soon blast down the speakers, as busty French AFW Newcomer Amelie Roux would soon sway those hefty hips through the entrance curtain. Clad once more in her beyond revealing white one piece, the green-ette rookie would raise a hand in somewhat of a wave towards the crowd, her face already pulling a somewhat teasing, heated smile and wink.

Sliding under the ropes, taking somewhat of a moment to give the lucky fans behind her an eyeful, the busty French girl would quickly settle in the corner, hands already over the ropes. Eyes on the ramp, she'd eagerly await the arrival of the woman who in a few moments would be trying to shove her breasts in Amelies face!

Natasha bent forward to adjust her long black boots and breathed out a deep sigh. This was not the sort of match she liked. She hated smotheing, even though ironically she loved and found it very arousing to have a girl between her thighs or breasts begging for air. She hadnt gotten much information about tonights rival, just that she was new to AFW.

As she big Russian straightened up, flicking back her long purple hair she heard her music hit and proudly entered the arena to rapturous noise. Wearing her usual black bikini that was purposly a size too small to it strained against her huge breasts, her black thong bikini bottoms, she stomped to the ring to the sound of Prokofiev.

Entering the ring she saw for the first time her rival. Apart from the obvious physical attributes, Natasha noticed she seemed keen, confident, cocky even, which served to only rub the Russian up the wrong way even more. She reached for the microphone and immediately started talking in her usual broken English.

"Zis is ze night that you will see ze perfect smother, why dont we make zis interesting yes? Instead of smothering, lets make it smother to 10 count!"

The crowd almost certainly approved and out of a little respect for her rival Natasha tossed the microphone at the boots of Amelie beckoning her to answer

Amelie's eyes seemed stuck on her foe as she paced her way down. A near mirror image of the French woman; tall, curvy, and with a chest that many would question to be real. She'd somewhat lick her lips as she began to pace, already becoming somewhat heated and interested in the match to follow, briefly eyeing up the chest that the Russian would soon be trying to shove in her face.

She'd briefly stop her pacing, as her foe took to the mic. Simply standing with hands to curvaceous hips, she'd smile as her opponent made the offer, a tiny change to the match rules, before throwing the mic to Amelie's feet. Looking down slowly, her eyes would then meet her foes once more, before she'd bring up a leg, gently shuffling the mic out to the side, before a attendant would quickly remove it. Her response didn't need to be verbal.

Simply having her smile grow, teeth now showing, she nodded somewhat enthusiastically to her foes request, throwing out her arms in a form of stretch as she'd begin to slowly circle.

Natasha paused to see how her rival would act in the situation. She was somewhat surprised that she idly nudged away the microphone and gave a smirk at her enthusiastic response.

"Not one for ze small talk huh?" The Russian joked and mimicked Ameile's pose getting herself ready for the match before she followed up with, "Don't worry, you wont be talking much with these..." *cupping her full breasts* "... and Zis on your face!" *turning to slap her right buttcheek* The Russian was certainly in the mood for this now and even if her rival couldnt understand her, the actions were loud and clear, this was smother time!

Natasha heard the ref call for the bell and skipped out of her corner with her hands up, inviting the sexy french girl to lock up to see who had the upper hand, of course if it worked, it was Natasha's plan to pull their arms out so they immediately went breast to breast

Amelie was definitely one for goading and trash talk, simply deeming a excited yelp and nod worthy of a response. She somewhat giggled at the thought of her foe literally trying to suffocate her with her chest, having to somewhat pant her cheeks from growing excitement!

Stepping forward, she'd find the Russian beauty joining her, somewhat more briskly with arms already out. Opting to accept the challenge, more so for a feel of her foes figure above all else, Amelie's hands would match the woman's own, stretching them wide and pressing fronts. Given the awkward stance of their arms, it was nigh impossibly for either of them to directly push forward, as they simply couldn't put the muscle behind their arms.

But something told the referee and those in attends that such a fact didn't matter to either woman, as they seemingly took the chance to compare breast size!

Natasha felt her large breasts squash down into Amelie's as the pair struggled. Amelie was strong but so was the Russian. However Natasha was in no mood for games, she wanted to win by smothering out this girl, she needed to win to stop her becoming viewed as a jobber due to her previous losses. She moved to get some space between the pair and lifted her knee up high, aiming for the tummy of Amelie.

It wasnt a technical move, it was pure dirty heel tactics but Natasha had to get the upper hand and if it worked she would decide to send a message to her foe by unlinking hands if she could and immediately shoving her big breaasts in the French girls face, not to smother her out but more to show her she means business.

Amelie would somewhat smirk as the Russians own huge set pressed up against her own, mushrooming tightly and creating quite the view for the fans ringside. The French woman somewhat admired her openness, opting to immediately press bodies from the get go. She would of even looked down to admire the view, had her eyes not been somewhat fixated on her foes.

Soon enough, the massive chests creating somewhat of a thick blockage of vision was taken advantage of by the Russian, who opted to press her knee somewhat firmly into Amelie's gut. Bending over somewhat, the Frenchwoman would soon find a face full of chest, before her own hands would come to Natashas hips, in an effort to push up and away!

Both the crowd and Natasha loved the display of power that was being shown. There was no way ti would KO Amelie but Natasha hoped it wold get into the French girls head and under her skin to know hat Natasha was more than capable of smothering her out.

The Russian dominatrix felt the pawing and let go of Amelie, shoving her away and standing there with her hands on her hips smirking in what she classed as an early victory. The worst part is that now Natasha was damp between her breasts as a result of the light sweat and droll of Amelie

"If you lay down now, I wont subject you to more of ze smothering" she said to her rival, seeing how she would react to such a threat

"Was that suppose to be a threat?" The Frenchwoman would briskly respond, again licking her lips as her hand would wipe her face. She wouldn't step too far from the Russian, eager to see how things played out, more so eager to get another feel of Natashas figure and strength.

Arms already up from wiping her mouth, Amelie would step close, before trying to throw her arms around the head of her foe, trying to pull Natashas cheek sideways against her own notable chest in an attempt at a standard headlock.

Natasha waited and then her jaw dropped as the French beauty spoke. Not only did she sound sexy, but the had the body to back it up. The Russian was confident of her abilities, no doubt. But, then again, she hated being smothered, and Amelie looked no stranger to that!

Whilst she was busy pondering, Natasha didnt see the headlock coming. "UUGFFFF" she moaned and was bent over making her large rear stick out to the delight of the crowd. Natasha felt the press of Amelie's chest against her cheek and it already sent her breathing hard as the panic slowly started to rise in her.

She cursed in Russian although it would have been difficult to hear, the stamp of her boot in frustration was loud and clear. Natash rested her hands on the French girls waist and bottom, taking a moment to calm herself.