Fresh Air And Violence. Natasha Vs Tyler.

Hardcore Match Held Within A Local Park
Winner Via 10 Count Pinfall

This was stupid. Tyler couldn't believe what the AFW officials decided was a good use of time for their talents. Sure she had no issue with special stipulations matches, or matches which had some sort of strange dynamic to them, but this was utterly ridiculous. But she was fearless, and refused to ever back down from a match or fight, so here she was, standing in the middle of a local park. Far from the comforts of a normal wrestling ring the sour girl stood rigid, irritated that she had to stand in the centre of such a colossally empty area with nobody to keep her company but the matches referee. To prevent any unwanted interference the entire area had been rented out and closed off to normal civilians, only members of the public who had paid the appropriate fee and any AFW employees were allowed to come anywhere close to the park. The usually public area was quite the sight to behold, plenty of chairs set up a decent distance away for the audience, beautiful green grass, a small glimmering fountain, really this place had all the trimmings, clearly nothing had been spared in the way of expense.

What was far from perfect however, was the weather. It's not like it was pouring rain or devastating thunderstorms or anything, but it had this unpleasantly overcast mugginess to it, making the environment feel cold and overcast, preventing a lot of the natural sunlight from touching the area. And with the particular chill which so plentifully danced through the air, it wasn't very pleasant to be standing in a large open space with nothing on but wrestling attire. At the very least Tyler had no problem with making her displeasure at the situation very clear.

Tyler:

"Boy. I love standing out here in the cold in-front of thousands of people like a complete idiot." Tyler huffed to herself aggressively with her arms firmly crossed, shooting the referee an angry glance before going back to complaining to herself out loud. "This is all a massive waste of my time. Doesn't matter where I am, everyone should know whats going to happen. Some bitch waltzes in thinking shes tough as nails, and I send her home crying with her tail between her legs." She finished off for a moment, letting loose an aggravation driven sigh before stomping down her foot in annoyance. "So where is the fucking idiot then? I want to get this win over with so I can go home."

Natasha and Sofia walked across the plush grass, one of the Russians was happy, a beaming smile on her face, one was not, a tough looking grimace. It didnt take a genius to work out who was who. Natasha was already stripped down to her wrestling gear, black bikini and bottoms with matching knee length boots, while her tag partner and recently her mentor was wearing the sort of clothing that would be more suited to their native Russian winter. This also did nothing to help Natasha's mood. The weather was decidedly chilly, Natasha's nipples standing erect showing through her bikini.

Natasha:

"A Park? Wresting in zee Park?" Natasha questioned unhappily. Sofia nodded, "Yes Natasha, we have been promised a very large paycheck for this. A consortium of Russian Dignitaries have put up considerable money to see you crush this girl..." Natasha interrupted as the noticed the fountain and the chairs in the near distance. "But zee Park? Why, I can crush zis girl anywhere! Zis is humiliating!" Sofia nodded, "Yes and you will. And humiliating like when Killer King smothered you with his package, and you then sucked him and let him fuck you? That sort of humiliating?" Natasha stopped with a flush to her cheeks. She had let King do all those things, but it was to indulge her fantasies, still she could hardly complain about a match venue after that

"He.. I.....UGH! Sofia!"

As the pair approached they could see Natasha's rival and Sofia gave the Russian a last minute pep talk before taking her seat with the other Russian Dignitaries who were eager to watch, eating and drinking the finest food.

Natasha walked toward her rival from behind and hear her complaining. The Russian folded her arms under her large chest and gave a laugh. "Crying? I am Natasha Rostovik and I do not cry! I will crush you silly English girl! I hope you are ready to have your stupid arrogant face sat on by zee Russian Seductress!"

Only noticing Natasha's presence once she let loose the hearty laugh Tyler's facial expression was immediately struck with a large dose of unimpressed. She'd been standing here for ages in-front of so many people just waiting for her opponent and this is the woman that they presented her with? Had anybody been laughing, the smaller wrestler would have taken this little stunt as a joke, a very bad one at that, one which would have required some serious head-smashing. Whatever, she'd just have to make the best out of a bad situation and pound this bitches face into the dirt, shouldn't be too hard as she seemed to be struggling enough with the English language, let alone wrestling.

Not wanting things to get out of hand before they were allowed to the referee tactically positioned herself in-between the two wrestlers, allowing for a few moments for the duo to bad-mouth each-other before anything began. And bad-mouth her opponent Tyler did. "Russian seductress? Fuck off you worthless sack of nothing! Wont be talking so tough when your beaten face is buried in my cooch for that ten count!" The volatile woman yelled despite the two being within close proximity of one another, wasting no time letting her 'natural charm' come through.

Wisely not wanting to stand in-between these two for longer than she had to the referee signalled for the improvised bell to be rung, doing the smart thing and immediate ducking out of the way straight after, without a doubt things were going to get intense quickly. Like a vicious dog which had previously been kept on a leash Tyler went straight for Natasha with full aggressiveness behind her, rights and lefts flying through the air at her opponent with plentiful amounts of power behind them, Tyler's overall target being the only thing she cared about, where she actually managed to land strikes was a mere afterthought.

The stand off was as brutal as the eventual fight would be with Natasha giving as good as she got. "UGH zis is anything worse than your, how you say... cooch. I bet zis smell is all zee men you have, slut!" Not the best insult the Russian could have came back with but she was taken aback by just how savage this girl was. As the ref let the two hellcats go at it, Natasha went wide eyed however as Tyler was not holding back, throwing fists left and right.

The Russian backed off and covered like a boxer, she was not used to a full on fist fight and didnt plan on having one if it could be helped. Natasha was however a wrestler and not a brawler, and she hoped this would play in her favour. Using her ducked stance, she would suddenly lunge forward and try to tackle Tyler to the floor making a grab for the girls legs, with the Russian landing on top. If this girl wanted a brawl, it would have to happen, but that didnt mean Natasha couldnt try to land some holds of her own.

Natasha wanted to control and stem the tide of anger, she had to stop the fists before she could start her assault

The crowd watching on all whooped and cheered as it would verging on descending into a catfight, all they needed now was the heavens to open and there would be a full on mud wrestling match as the two progressed, for now at least it remained overcast, cold and dry.

Already heavily aggravated by none of her attacks landing on point Tyler was only further enraged by the situation when Natasha put a counter-strategy into play, the Russian not having much issue tackling the smaller wrestler onto the ground, though Tyler did give her back a few sharp elbows for it's troubles. "Hrrraa!!!" The enraged woman roared as she was so roughly re-positioned onto the hard dirt ground, much more angry that she was being so easily handled than because she had just been thrown into the dirt.

The two wrestlers hadn't even known each-other for five minutes and already Tyler had a long list of reasons why she hated Natasha and things which she needed to get back at the Russian girl for. Tackling her into the dirt and insulting her sexual integrity, as well as the hygiene of her womanhood being the main ones. When Tyler has her mind truly set on something there is nothing which she wouldn't do to get it, so as she promised, she would beat Natasha, and more importantly, she'd pin her exactly the way she said she was going to.

"You're going to regret fucking with me, skank!" Tyler spat with a tone like venom as she extended her right arm and scooped up any dried dirt which had gathered on the ground beneath them, wasting no time before carelessly tossing it in the direction of Natasha's eyes, hoping to blind her and therefore make it easier for her left hand to come up and grab a large chunk of the Russian girls hair, giving it a well-needed and undoubtedly painful yank.

Natasha crashed into the girl and felt a sense of smug achievement that she had managed to best her rival so early on in the match. Unfortunately this was no time to be resting on laurels, Tyler was pissed and it showed in droves! Again Natasha gave a pained "AGGHHH" as Tyler unloaded elbows into the side of her head. This was possibly the hardest fight that the Russian had been in but she wasnt taking this easily.

Thrusting forward, Natasha attempted to wedge her forearm straight across Tyler's neck and forced down in a deliberate choke with the intention of maintaining her position where she could try to tame this wild vixen! What the Russian didnt bank on was Tyler using her own sneaky attacks. Hearing her words, Natasha spat back, "I am not fucking with you zee whore, I am fucking you up! Before the Russian could press an advantage and large cloud of dirt blasted her face and eyes

"AGGGHH NIET!" she exclaimed loudly in Russian and instantly dropped her choke and covered her face, trying to clear her vision. The hair pulling did nothing for her nether and Natasha clutched one hand at her rivals, trying to ease the yank and pull free but as the Russians hair was so fine and long, she was at a distinct disadvantage. Watching on Sofia was not impressed, she had coached Natasha in these sorts of matches and stood up, bellowing out some command in Russian, which they always did in tag matches. Natasha had a lot to deal with but the understood and attempted to crawl through Tylers legs and straddle the girls waist and tummy, looking for a classic mount where she could then hopefully gain some control and add some well needed humiliation, unfortunately Tyler was all tangled in her hair still and Natasha couldnt exactly see straight

Tyler wasn't exactly a great speaker of Russian by any means, but she knew enough to understand that 'Niet' meant no, and that word coupled with Natasha's loud exclamation of discomfort was enough to signal that she was doing something right. Though she was unable to keep it up for long Natasha's choke had been far from the most pleasant thing, and so as it so consistently did, Tyler's list just continued to grow with reasons why she needed hurt this woman, badly.

Most of the time an audience would have booed Tyler for using such cheap tricks to get an upper-hand on her opponent, but not in this instance. Today's match was one which allowed for almost anything to take place, so the audience members which had specifically come to view it were wild, and clearly had no issue with excessive violence. If anything all the people which had come to view the match today were only after one thing, a good show, and with how things had been going so far, it looked like they were going to get one.

"Raaahhh!!! GET OFF ME!!!" Tyler barked angrily in response to Natasha mounting her despite her lack of proper vision, the smaller girl aggressively bucking her hips like some sort of enraged bull, managing to displace the opposing wrestler a couple of times but not managing to actually knock her off completely. Wanting to make Natasha pay for staying so close to her Tyler reached up her free hand, tightly grasping another chunk of the Russian girls hair on the other side of her head, yanking it just as furiously as she was doing with the other side, truly pulling on it with all of her might. "You like it when I pull the hair out of your fucking head you fucking bitch!?" Tyler asked as she did her best to keep her strong grip on the enemy wrestlers hair in-tact, not at all willing to ease up or let go until her opponent did something to try and force her to do so.

Natasha was really not enjoying the hair pulling. In a different setting, a more private situation, and if Tyler wasnt such a rabid savage, then more intimate matches could benefit from hairpulls amongst other teases. This was far from that!  The bucking was jolting and rocking the Russian, making her large breasts bounce which was applauded by the onlooking crowd. Amid the pain Natasha pawed at the girls hand. It got a lot worse as now both sides of her lovely soft hair was being tugged.

"AGGHHHHH BIATCH!" she screamed, her scalp was burning and had to resort to drastic measures. Normally in this sort of match where she was in control, the Russian would be looking to free herself and sit right on Tylers face for some humiliation, however she was cautious. Tyler would probably bite and that was never fun! The Russian decided on more physical matters. As both of Tylers hands were occupied in the Russians mane, she was wide open! Natasha balled up her fist and unloaded a savage punch straight to Tylers cheek on the left, and then followed it on the right. Normally Natasha was never quite such a brutal fighter, but she needed to slow this girl down and grab some space.

The Russian was angry, no paycheck was worth this but she had to finish what she started. It was just a matter of breaking Tyler completely, physically and mentally. If the fists of fury stopped Tyler, Natasha would free herself and purposely in the scramble, shuffle up and drag her crotch over Tyler's face deliberately and literally to antagonize the wildcat. "Just like zee wildcat marking its territory. You are mine! Slut!"

Natasha was no fool however and for the fear of a bite, she would continue climbing up Tyler and get to her feet, staggering away a few steps. In the distance she could see some chairs unused by the spectators and just ahead of that a rickety old wooden building. The Russian would head for them as quickly as she could, although she was still feeling the effects of the fight so far

It was time to ramp this violence level up!

On the other end of things Tyler wasn't the biggest fan of her current position either, not because of the hair pulling, far from it in fact. The brutal wrestler always found great pleasure in tugging on another fighters hair, especially when it was so long and luscious alike the locks of Natasha. However being forced to lie underneath another girl was a big no no for her, even more so within the context of a heated match. There was nothing more the smaller girl hated than being reminded of her size, however a position like this never failed to do so.

"FUCK YOU!" Tyler screamed back in response to the Russian's outward shouts of pain, fully intent on yanking all of the hair out of her opponents idiotic head until she was abruptly met with an abrasive punch to her left cheek. Stunned by the first hit Tyler only growled and tugged even harder until she was met with the second mighty hit, finally forcing her to let go as she let out a minor roar of discomfort, completely collapsing onto the hard ground underneath her with her arms by her sides and her eyes firmly shut. Such powerful blows were never nice things to have to try and deal with, especially when they were straight to your unprotected face.

With a growl of pain Tyler shook her head, slightly dazed but reopening her eyes in just enough time to watch Natasha drag the entirety of her crouch over her face! Daring to make such comments about her now being marked as territory! If Natasha was looking to antagonise, it had worked. "YOU'LL FUCKING PAY FOR THAT YOU RUSSIAN BITCH!" Tyler spat in pure hatred as her face lit up a bright shade of red, rapidly rubbing her face to try and wipe clean the embarrassment before refocusing herself on where her foe was going.

"Oh no you don't you fucking cunt!" Tyler growled once she realised exactly what her opponent was going for, giving her head another quick shake before she rapidly staggered to her feet, starting off slowly but gradually increasing with speed as she made an effort to try and get to the area with the chairs before her opponent, focusing more on the actual racing aspect and getting there first than on what her opponent was doing.