Cold War Carnage: The Red Army vs Sonic Boom

Julia couldn’t help but grin at Sofia’s comment. Insulting and disrespectful as it was, it also a clear sign of frustration. The Red Army had called out Sonic Boom tonight expecting to run right over them in a show of total domination, and at the moment things certainly didn’t seem to be going that way.

“Why don’t ya make me!” Julia replied while attempting to roll Sofia over onto her front. From there she’d swing a leg over and try to mount the Russian’s back and reach out to grab her arms so she could pull them over her thighs. If she could get her foe in position, then the cowgirl would try to move her hands out and clasp them around Sofia’s chin, and pull back to lock her into a camel clutch!

Sofia was frustrated in the match. She was used to having her way and her charms, if they could be called that were somewhat wasted on Julia. However secretly, Julia was having a very big effect on Sofia. The Russian found herself rolled over amid the struggle and felt Julia's generous bottom squash down on her lower back. "UUGNNN I was.. right... you ARE heavy!" she gasped again.

Her cockiness was short lived as Julia expertly slapped on the clutch. "AGGHHH!" Sofia called out and pawed at her rivals hands as best she could, but really her reach was not long enough. Her back felt sore, as did her neck, but Sofia wasnt going to tap yet. Natasha watched on and looked anxious, again calling out in Russian to her partner for encouragement or perhaps a plan, it was hard to tell. For now she stood at the Russians corner but looked eager to come in at any moment and attack the cowgirl should Sofia start to flag

Julia grinned as she stretched Sofia back in the camel clutch, making her pay for that not-very-appreciated comment about her weight. “What was that? Coulda sworn ya just said somethin’. Wanna try sayin’ it again?” she asked while cranking back on the pressure, just daring Sofia to give her a reason to make this situation even worse for herself.

The cowgirl’s back was turned to Natasha, so she couldn’t quite see what she was doing. But at the moment, Julia wasn’t paying any attention to that. She just wanted to keep wearing down Sofia’s back as much as she could. And if there was a chance she could actually score an early submission from it, then that’d be one hell of a bonus.

Sofia struggled and arched her back, her large chest on show for all to see. Try as she might she was not getting out of the clutch and needed help. Natasha on the other hand could see the pair facing away from them. She needed to act!

Weighing up the situation and where Julia partner was, Natasha shot into the ring and thundered over to the pair. As soon as she was close enough, the Russian unloaded a sharp kick to the back of the cowgirls head to get her off Sofia, before the ref caught up with the purple haired wrestler and ushered her back out of the ring, the problem was Sofia needed a tag, and maybe this was only a small gap in the action of Sonic Boom who could capitalize and look to put away the blond wrestler

Unfortunately for Julia, she failed to give any thought to Natasha until it was far too late. Much too preoccupied with bending Sofia’s spine back as far as she possibly could, the cowgirl’s focus was entirely on giving this arrogant Russian a much needed taste of humble pie. Clearly she was quite enjoying doing so too, and naturally she would’ve loved if she could manage to force a submission this early in the match. But it wasn’t meant to be.

“Gah!” Julia cried out when a blow suddenly rocked the back of her head. Her arms unclenched themselves from around Sofia’s head to cradle the back of her own, and the luchadora rolled right off of her previously trapped foe. Her boots kicked against the mat, and her mask did nothing to hide the anguish in her expression. And though the crowd booed Natasha mercilessly for the sneak attack, it didn’t change the fact that now Julia was every bit as vulnerable as Sofia, who now was all but certainly going to have plenty of time to decide whether she wanted to take the fight back to Julia herself or pass that opportunity to her partner...

Natasha thankfully saved her tag partner from the hold and both Julia and Sofia slumped to the canvas. The Russian was doing a lot worse than her immediate rival nursing her back which had taken a lot of punishment. As Julia cradled her head Natasha immediately ignored the ref's attempts to get her out of the ring by grabbing Sofia's arm and dragging her as quick as she could near to the corner for a self initiated tag. Once she got this, thr ref finally stopped harassing her and called the TAG as legal.

The purple haired Russian exploded back into the ring and made a beeline for Julia who she hoped had not gotten up yet from the savage kick. If she didnt, then Natasha would reach for a handful of the cowgirls hair and lead her over onto her back. From there, the Russian would look to inflict more pain with a deliberately heelish move by dropping to her knees and letting her shin drop across Julia's throat for a choke. Natasha knew the ref would interfere again, but it would look to take the fire out of the cowgirl so Natasha could work up some momentum of her own

"Zis iz what happens when you take on Mother Russia, stupid American whore!"

Natasha was certainly not mincing her words and the crowd were not pleased at the tactics letting a chorus of boos cascade down towards the Russian team

Not so fortunately for Julia, the intense blow to her skull had left her far too dazed to do anything other than stir on the mat while Natasha tagged herself in and made her way over to the prone cowgirl. It took so little for the tables to turn in this sport. Only moments ago Julia had Sofia seemingly right where she wanted her, but now she was the one at the mercy of her adversaries.

Julia winced and hissed as her hair was grabbed and yanked to maneuver her onto her back, where she could finally see the face of her attacker. Not that it would do her much good. Still recovering from the kick Natasha had just delivered seconds ago, she was helpless to stop the Russian from dropping her shin down right onto her throat.

“Ugh!!!” The choked cry of agony squeaked through Julia’s lips, and immediately her hands moved up against Natasha’s leg in an instinctive yet likely futile attempt to shove the limb away. She cringed through the pain and was forced to listen to her foe’s insulting words. But no matter how much her legs kicked about or her hands pushed, she was stuck under the choking pressure of Natasha’s leg. There was one sure fire way out of this.

“That’s a choke, Natasha! Get off her neck!” the ref barked out at the Russian. In the event she chose not to immediately do as instructed, the ref would be ready to start up the ol’ warning count.

“One! Two!...”

She’d have until “five” to release the choke, but in the meantime Julia would have little choice but to endure the pain for as many seconds as Natasha wanted.

As Natasha choked Julia with her shin she saw and heard the ref waving a hand away as she count started trying to act as innocent as possible. However the count started and it spoiled her fun. As the ref did her bit and counted, Natasha turned to smirk at Alaina who was watching her partner suffer.

"THREE!" The ref shouted and Natasha turned back. "You are right, zis iz a choke, but..." she said before starting to move her position. The Russian couldnt resist this moment and shifted to let Julia breathe again but for only a moment. She shifted to straddle the girl, now sitting on her breasts and facing her feet for a pin attempt. However, Natahsa looked over her shoulder and smirked again, easing her plump buttcheeks right over onto Julia's pretty face, effectively facesitting her, as she settled into the pin move

"Az I zaid, that was zee choke, but zis iz see facesit pin, now count!"

The crowd again were hating seeing their favourite stuck in this position and Julia must have been furious that Natasha would dare smother her in such a manner, but the ref started the count. "ONE!"

Unfortunately Natasha's arrogance meant she now faced away from Aliaina in Sonic Boom's corner and she was much near to them than Sofia. Natahsa also folder her arms under her large chest confident she would pin Julia

Julia couldn't have felt more relieved when Natasha lifted the shin off of her throat. The brief coughing fit that followed wasn't exactly pleasant, but it damn sure was nice to be able to breathe again...though little did she know, that wasn't going to last long.

A grunt forced it's way out of Julia's lips when Natasha took a seat right on top of her chest, then she began to squirm under the Russian. "Rgh! Get the hell off me yo--MMPH!!" Before her sentence could finish Julia was cut off when Natasha's rear moved back and settled right on top of her face!

Beneath her mask - and Natasha's backside, Julia's face had turned red with embarrassment, and her struggles immediately began to intensify. Meanwhile she felt a light shake on the mat right by her head and faintly heard the voice of the ref starting to count. It was already embarrassing enough to have an opponent sitting on her face like this, but it would've been far worse if Natasha managed to score an early pin against her like this!

Desperately hoping to avoid that, Julia brought up her legs and kicked out with them while jerking her her upper body as much as she could to the side, hoping it would be enough to escape this humiliating pin. Fortunately she was near her corner just in case, but she couldn't exactly see that very well as she was. Whether it was by her own effort's or with the assistance of her partner, Julia wouldn't care, as long as it was enough to get Natasha's ass out of her face!

Alaina saw the scene unfold. It was funny in a way, except for the fact that it was Julia getting smothered! Alaina imbed through the ropes and rushed in, not caring about not being the legal lady in the ring.

With a loud cry she thrust her foot forward in an attempt to smash Natasha in the face to get her off Julia. Once successful Alaina would oblige the official, heading back to her corner.