Smother match! Layla Vale vs Princess Natasha

Smother match

It was time for her to have another good match, and this time she had to smother the bitch in question out for good measure. Fine by her, she could make that more then fun for her if she really wanted to. Stretching herself out as she did so she would psyche herself up as Marissa informed her of all she could get on her opponent before it was time to go.

Heading out to the ring by herself she did the same old skipping and smiling. Letting the crowd feast there eyes on her as she did so and high fiving a few others for good measure. Entering the ring she moved over and sat on top of the turnbuckle as she awaited her opponent to make an appearance and see what so great about the little princess.

Natasha had not been as great as she hoped so far in AFW. Yes she had shown her skill, and won some matches, but she had lost a lot also. Worse still was the way she lost. She had been smothered and counted for a pin. Natasha hated being smothered, which made her choice of match odd, but she figured this was a newbie who she could show up.

Natasha entered toward the ring, deciding to wear her long thigh high black boots, small G string bottoms and matching top that did little to hide her large breasts. She looked stern at her rival, who also had a fine pair of breasts.

"Tonight you will have ze smother of a lifetime" she said in her thick Russian accent. Natasha did have a slight doubt however as she saw her rival fully. Those breasts could easily KO her. Worse, Natasha wondered if this girl knew or had seen the Russians weakness when locked in a front facesit.

Natasha tried to stay focused and stepped out of her corner. She raised her hands as the bell rang. "I will smother you out" she said, trying to seem tough.

Finally the girl came out to play and she smiled as she saw who she was dealing with. Marissa dug some things up on her previous matches and that gave her a good idea of how to do things. Though its not like she couldnt have a little fun at her opponents expense.

"Well hello to you too miss. Im hoping to have a good time so lets agree to make it interesting." Layla said to her as she kept up her usual facade. Seeing where things would go as the match got started.

Natasha watched raising an eyebrow at her rival. Yes she looked sexy, but she seemed so... nice? It made the Russian weary and she stretched before moving out hearing the bell. Natasha raised her hands and looked to grapple with the girl, she wanted to see just how strong and powerful she was.

"Back in my country, you would be ze maid serving me..." It was a bit of a pointless taunt, but Natasha needed to keep her big bad girl persona, trying to cover the fact he was blatantly distracted by Layla's almost perfect breasts. If she could Natasha wanted to bully her rival back to either a corner or the ropes.

Layla kept her smile on her face, though she was silently hoping she kept talking shit, all that much sweeter when she had her at her mercy. Then we could really see her talking shit when she was forced to grovel for her for her attitude as they locked up and started to push into each other.

"I bet I would have looked cute too don't you agree?" she said as she tries to deal with the power of her opponent. Being pushed she looks on as she tries to keep on fighting and pushing back so as not to be overpowered easily as she slowly moves backwards.

Natasha powered on her big thighs looking to bully this oddly sweet girl. It actually annoyed her, no matter how catty or mean her words, the big Russian didnt seem to be able to get into Layla's head. Finding that she couldnt push her rival into the corner, Natasha changed her attack. She twisted her body and made a grab for Layla's head looking to pull the cute girl down into a side headlock, knowing full well that Natasha's ample breast would be squished up against her rivals face and cheek.

The Russian smirked, "Zis is a small taste of things to come..."

Layla wasn't someone who was out to be intimidated by her opponents petty insults. She had been called worse thing when she was choking girls out and it was fun to oretend that nothing fazed her. Instead she attempted to hold her ground until the girl sucked her in and brought her into her chest. Layla got a faceful of her opponents chest as she struggled to get free.

"You have some impressive ones..maybe I should give you a taste of mine." Layla said as she decided to change her tactics. Pulling her fist back she would drive it into Natasha's belly to get her to back off and maybe get some space to restart.

Natasha smiled as she cranked on the headlock, this was all until she felt a sharp blow.
"AGGHHH biatch!" she cried out and let go. Natasha glared at Layla and backed off a few paces, still tenderly holding her tummy. "You are not a smother fighter!" she proudly shouted out to the crowd, and her rival.

However she had failed so far to get the upper hand and that annoyed the Russian even more. Given she was Princess Natasha Rostovik, she was used to getting her own way - inside or outside of the ring.

Natasha decided to lead the attack, and charged at Layla, if she couldnt grapple and bully this vixen, she could certainly use her stocky build to physically dominate and smash. At least this was the plan. With a fury in her eyes, Natasha was heading toward Layla looking to ram her shoulder into that chest Layla valued. Of course if she missed, the ropes, the corner, all waited for the Russian

Layla ignored her complaints and got her way free after the punch shaking her head and looking at the annoyed girl. "well thats rude, all I have to do is smother you out right? Who said thats all the match had to be?"

Of course her attempts to talk down to Natasha in her own way led to her getting pushed backwards by the girls charge as she rammed her chest and got her in the corner. Layla growled at this and began trying to push herself free.

Natasha felt her shoulder connect and gasped out, but she knew it was much worse for Layla. As the stood up, using her body to keep the girl pinned and trapped, Natasha leaned into Layla and climbed up the turnbuckle, so the Russians feet were on the bottom rope. Immediately she tried to push Layla's head back so that she would be looking upright.

"What was that about smothering?" Natasha asked her rival.

If she succeeded in getting Layla in the right place, Natasha would lean down and bury her rivals face into her soft, large, sweaty breasts. She was looking for the first real smother of the match and even though her position was not secure, she figured it was better than nothing.