Smother match! Layla Vale vs Princess Natasha

Coming down she nailed Natasha with the elbow and caused the woman a world of pain as she laid on top of her before rolling away. Getting up she would quickly close in and pull the girl back up sp she was sitting on her butt before she hooked her waist with a body scissor.

"Cant have you going anywhere can I?" She said as she would tighten her grip and try to hold her in place before taking her down. Hugging her close she would attempt to bury her face in her chest a little in this hold to kess with her opponentmore on the way to victory.

Natasha was in a bad way. She needed to get away and fast but Layla was unlikely to let that happen. The Russian was pulled into the body scissor causing her to wince and gasp out which was a bad move given the smother which immediately came after.

MMMFFFFF The Russian struggled and tried to pull at Layla's thighs but she was stuck. Her air was running out and she was starting to panic.

"Rock a bye baby on the tree tops..." Layla said mockingly as she held Natasha and shook her in her arms gently while still keeping her head in her chest. smiling about it all the way as she could feel Natasha's struggles. Eventually she relented and gave her some pace to breathe.

"Ogh...my little princess is all tuckered out. Don't worry we can still have some fun though." she said as rubbed Natasha's back while squeezing harder with her legs. A satisfied smile on her face the entire time as she messed around with her.

Natasha blinked hard, her face was red, sweaty and she was fading fast. She could hear Layla mock her and groaned, using up more air. Her hands pawed now rather than pushed, and she was nearly out. Thankfully Layla let the Russian get some air.

"*cough* gawwwdd fun?" she mumbled but by now was leaning against Layla, and was at her rivals mercy.

Seeing the Russian so worn out after hearing her confident tones in the beginning was great for her, especially seeing a look of defeat on her. Though she wasn't sure if she was well and truly out yet she figured she had to not be far from it before Natasha was purely putty in her hands.

"Yep! All the fun I can think off and I can think of a lot." he said as she gave Natasha a teasing peck before pulling away again. "Would you like for me to let go of my scissorhold?"

Hearing her rivals comment sent fear into the Russians heart. This was humiliating. She was usually so dominant, but Layla had overpowered her, and now had her helpless. "Please, just let me go..." she whimpered now. Her sides aching, her face red and sweaty, her energy drained.

She flopped back as far as she could still being held by Layla. There was nothing to stop Natasha being smothered out now and the crowd knew it. They started chanting, demanding that the sexy girl dominate Natasha.

Layla raised an eyebrow at her words, expecting some form of defiance from the cocky Russian but it seemed that she had well and truly stripped the girl of her stubborn pride and now just remained the vulnerable victim. She relished in that as she heard the chants of more domination from her part.

"Ohh, I like the sound of that let me hear more of that from you princess." she said bringing Natasha in close so that her lips were near her ear so she could hear her beg her to let go once more

Natasha couldnt believe this, she was being dominated. It would ruin her career in AFW, yes she had lost matches before, but never so badly. Breathing has much as she could and aching all over she shuddered as Layla purposely whispered into her ear.

"You.... you have beaten me..." she gasped in her broken English, following it up with some breathy Russian that was no doubt asking for Layla to finish the match. Unbelievable, Natasha, the Russian Princess was asking, near begging to be smothered.

The Russian just hoped it wouldnt be the type of smother she feared!

"Oh I know I won, just felt better coming out of your mouth."Layla said with a smile on her face as she let her go and pushed Natasha to the floor. Standing over her as she set herself up for the finish on her mind.

Laying down on her stomach she pushed forward and grabbed her arms. Pinning them down so she couldnt pull away she pressed her chest down onto Natasha's face to start smothering her out for the last time.

Natasha was broken and no doubt those who could hear her, and speak Russian would be on social media telling everyone how the Princess admitted she was beaten. She watched with horror from the floor as Layla pinned her down. Natasha actually biting her lip with forbidden excitement given her rivals large breasts were looming.

UUMMFFFFFFFF she complained but it was no use, this would be it. The Russian was trapped in the moist darkness of her rivals cleavage. She struggled as much as she could, but it was a full body pin and Natasha had no strength left. She blinked hard and her face reddened, she was losing air fast.