Akiha Kosha Vs. Natasha Rostovik

Akiha Kosha Vs. Natasha Rostovik
Standard Match

Akiha was riding her high of winning the tag team title belts. Though it seemed that she had been given a large number of single matches for some strange reason. She did want to defend her tag title belt and prove that she was worthy of it. Still doing some single matches here and there would not hurt her career at all, especially if she won them. It would show that not only could she do tag matches but she could do single matches as well, making her a double threat.

The crimson hair crusader was now in her locker room, ready for her match. She had done a bit of studying about her opponent, a wrestler named Natasha Rostovik from Russia, another foreigner, meaning she was another target of Akiha crusade. She would show AFW and the world the superior skill of the Japanese wrestlers.

Feeling confident, Akiha would exit her locker room, carrying her tag team title belt with her. She would make her way towards the staging area, now waiting for her signal. She would remember the first time when she was here, nervous and all. But now, she was the champion, at the very top. In just a short amount of time, she had climb up the ranks. All her hard work had finally paid off.

Akiha would then be given the signal as her theme music would start to play. She would make her way down the ramp with her title belt around her chest before then entering the ring and climbing onto one of the turnbuckles and raising her hand into the air. She would then step down and hand her title belt to the referee as she then waited for her foreigner opponent to enter.

The Russian Princess waited for her cue to enter the arena. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she took deep breaths, tonight was a special night for Natasha. She had elected to take on a wrestler whom she had been tracking for some time, not least because she was a tag team champion with her partner, who she admired for her aristocratic bloodline. Natasha too was of noble blood so this served to be a clash of family pride as well as personal pride.

With the sounds of Prokofiev blasting out through the arena Natasha entered. Her long purple smooth hair flowed behind her with each meaningful stomp of her knee high black boots. The Russian wore a small black bikini that provided a showcase for her ample assets and she topped everything off with long elbow length black gloves that shimmered from the smooth material

As she reached the ring she paused to look at her rival who seemed in good shape, although Natasha seemed a little wider in the hips and perhaps heavier, not that anyone would tell her directly to her face for fear of being beaten down. Deliberately taking her time she climbed up the steps and again paused at the ropes, turning her back on Akiha as a show of how little she thought of the wrestler, even though inside she felt otherwise.

The Russian raised her hands, stretching them out at her sides to soak in the large collection of boo's that echoed around. She was certainly getting her fair share of treatment as a heel.

Stepping through the ropes, Natasha grabbed a microphone and stepped to the middle of the ring to address both the crowd and her rival, beginning her usual pre-match assault of trash talk.

"I am ze Princess Natsasha Rostovik, mistress, dominatrix and ze greatest wrestler in AFW." she pointed at Akiha and continued, "You will be facing ze Royal Throne before zis match iz done." It was something of a usual 'threat' from Natasha but one that often backfired on her given how she had ended up with her face sat on for a 3 count. She cast this off to cheating rivals, ironically, or just bad luck, but the Russian always put on a dominant image and a rival would have to earn the right to have her in that position

Dropping the mic she readied herself, a slight bounce in her step and she nodded, waiting for any response or the bell.

The crimson hair wrestler watched as her opponent made her way down. A smile would appear on her face as she heard her opponent getting booed. Maybe Akiha could win the audience over this time, seeing as she was Japanese just like most of the crowd. Though in the end, it would make no difference, she was still planning on giving this match all and showing everyone just how well she could fight.

The Japanese crusader watched as her foreign opponent entered the ring and showed her backside to her. Though Akiha was slightly offended she didn't really care, this was to be expected from foreigners who had no idea of customs or respect. That being said, Akiha would not fall to her level, instead, she would keep her eyes on her opponent who now turned towards her and introduce herself and made some bold claims. “Having confidence is good but being overconfident can be dangerous.” stated Akiha in a professional tone. Though she didn't like the idea of facing a so-called mistress and dominatrix, in fact, those were one of the few things that would set her off.

She would wait for the bell to ring before then raising her arms making her way to the center of the ring, attempting to perform a collar and elbow tie up in order to get a good feel for her opponent. After all, she needed to know her opponents strengths and weakness and this was as good as any move to determine that. Once she figured that out, she could then plan out the rest of the match.

Natasha smiled at her rival, she loved it when they came back with comments and put downs. She had already sized up the Japanese beauty and her mind was figuring ways to punish the girl, and ways to finish her. She couldnt help notice the fine figure Akiha had, her curves, her powerful legs. Akiha excited the Russian, and this had not happened in a long time in AFW for her.

She moved out trying to stay loose and ready for any attack that may come but could sense that this girl was not the cheap type to resort to low blows and alike. Natasha stepped forward into the grapple willingly, looking to power on her thick thighs and push. The crowd responded in kind with a flurry of noise, each section shouting the combatants names with only choice words filtering through.

"You are... strong.." Natasha gasped in a compliment towards Akiha, but the Russian was not to be outdone, at least not yet. "But I am ze much better wrestler...." Twisting her body with a yank she attempted to pull the Japanese warrior into a side headlock, not least to gain some control in the early exchanges, but also she could test what her rival liked, Looking to crank on the hold and squeeze, the Russian would be sure to smush Akiha's face up against her right hand side, making sure Natasha's breast smothered her face to increase the pressure and to blatantly give a signal that the Russian was not afraid of using her assets.

"Siz is where you belong, give up now and I promize to be kind to you.."

Two would enter a collar and elbow tie up.  Akiha would start to get a feel of her opponent.  It seemed her opponent had more choice words and was still over confident as usual.  Before the crimson hair wrestler could make a retort she would find herself being placed in a headlock, with her opponent breast getting in her face.  This would only cause the Japanese wrestler adrenaline to quickly start pumping through her body as she hated when people would perform such moves on her.

The crimson hair crusader would ignore her opponent comment and instead attempt to wrap her arms around her opponent stomach.  If she could manage, she would then attempt to lift Natasha up and then proceed to fall back, attempting to do a makeshift suplex on her opponent.  She was going to show her opponent that she was to be taken seriously.

Natasha was loving the early exchange, not least because she could feel Akiha's breaths against her breast. Deep down, the Russian loved to wrestle as much as she loved to control a rival, and moves like this excited her. However she had underestimated the Japanese warrior as she felt her waist being gripped.

"Niet NIET!" she would exclaim in her native tongue indicating she did not enjoy the advances of Akiha to break the hold. As she felt her boots raise off the canvas she loosened her grip on her rivals head. Before she knew it, and with her eyes set wide, the Russian landed with a bump and completely let go of Akiha.

"AGGHHHH" the move was more annoying than it was painful. Natasha hated anyone getting the better of her, not least girls who were smaller than her. She wiggled and managed to get free of her rivals grasp, moving to her hands and knees. Her purple hair flopped all around her face and she was panting hard

"You will pay for zis stupid little girl!" Natasha threw out an insult as best she could, but her pride had taken a fall as much as she had. She scrambled in that position, crawling in the most undignified way and tried to compose herself. However she was still close to Akiha.

Getting her hands around her opponent's waist, she would then start to lift her opponent up into the air before dropping back and hitting her with a makeshift suplex.  As she did this, she could hear the fear in her opponent voice.  Once the duo were on the ground, Akiha would quickly get back to her feet as her opponent threw another insult at her.  “This is a wrestling match, were both suppose to fight.  Do you think I became a champion by giving up?” stated Akiha in an annoyed tone.

Not wasting a second, she would charge towards her opponent, once she got close she would towards her opponent, trying to hit her face with her knees also known as a shinning wizard.  Hopefully, that would knock her opponent down for a bit and get her to be quiet.  The sooner she could end this match the better.

Natasha pulled her hair away from her face with a sneer on her beautiful flawless face and she got back to her feet wanting to make good on her promise of making Akiha pay. This didnt go according to plan because the loud CRACK! echoed around the arena, even making those past the front row gasp.

Akiha's knee connected with the Russian Princess' chin. Her eyes crossed and she fell back like a stone and hit the canvas with a thud. Gasping and trying to regain her senses, Natasha lay there, staring at the ring lights. Her chest was rising and falling as she tried to clear the cobwebs, having at least the sense to roll to her side eventually to prevent any immediate pin attempt.

Natasha cursed in broken English but it was largely Russian and couldnt be deciphered. She didnt know why Akiha wanted to finish the match so quickly, Natasha was looking forward to getting her hands on the Japanese beauty. However, at least the Russian had her ring experience to rely on. She was no jobber.

Coming in hot, Akiha would perform a small jump before getting her knee to smash right into her opponent head, causing a cracking noise.  It was a brutal attack and one that would give her an advantage, if she could keep hitting Natasha right in the head, her foreign opponent would eventually collapse and be unable to fight.  That being said, the match had just started and the crimson hair wrestler needed to keep up the pressure.

Quickly getting back to her feet as she heard her opponent say something in a foreign language, the Japanese crusader would rush towards her opponent, attempting to close the distance.  Once she got close, she would jump into the air, before attempting to bring both her legs down at her opponent, also known as a double leg drop.  One leg would be aimed for the head, the other aimed for the chest.

Natasha rolled over to her back, right as she saw Akiha with both legs in the air looking to crash down on top of her. A move like that if it connected would have put here in serious trouble. As tough as Natasha was, a leg drop was still a strong move, especially across the face. The Russian rolled the opposite way hoping that she got out in time

The thud was all Natasha heard and she winced. She had to check whether she had been caught by the move but no, she hadnt, at least not fully. Akiha would have landed on her behind much to the delight of the Russian segment of the crowd. Getting a chance, the Russian would look to scramble to her knees and try to snake an arm around Akiha's neck and chin for a chinlock submission, just to try and take some fizz out of Akiha..

"Too slow.." Natasha would smirk, again letting her words be heard by the Japanese. Too add some pressure, the Russian would try to drive her knee against Akiha's back.

"Ref! Ask ze bitch!" she would command