Aristocrat Match: "Lady" Alisa Gray vs Baroness Augusta Blackwood-Pennington

MATCH TYPE: ARISTOCRAT MATCH (NO DISQUALIFICATIONS)
VICTORY BY VERBAL SUBMISSION

"Lady" Alisa Gray:

Vs.

Baroness Augusta Blackwood-Pennington:

Behind the scenes at the AFW arena, "Lady" Alisa Gray" was in an angry mood. About to make her debut, she was waiting for her servants to finish adjusting her dress as she looked in the mirror, watching closely as her assistant continued to add the finishing touches to her hair and saying "Remember, if you mess any of this up and it's your head! And hurry up! I've got a match to win." in an angry tone."You're ready, Lady Gray" one of her servants said, and almost instantly she stood and looked in the full mirror closely. With her hair looking nice and dressed in her dark blue dress, her lucky choker around her neck, thigh-high stockings and her expensive shoes on her feet, she was ready to blow the crowd away with her good looks. Her debut match was set to be an Aristocrat match with the equally royal Baroness Augusta, in which the loser has to proclaim themselves as a lesser being. "Pfft, putting me in a match I can't lose!" the cocky woman thought with an evil smirk on her lips, before suddenly her eyes went wide and she shouted "Guards, here!" and almost instantly two large men came to her sides, and then proudly she walked down the hallway.

Intense music playing throughout the arena as the gong's of Big Ben were heard, "Lady" Alisa Gray made her way out to the AFW arena for the first time. With her guards by her side, Alisa walked down towards the ring, a slightly disgusted on her face as she looked at the crowd before walking up the steel steps and climbing elegantly into the ring. Her guards still near her, she gave them a sign to leave and they slowly did, walking back up the ramp as she stared confidently and proudly, eager to meet this Baroness face to face.

Baroness Augusta stepped out of the shower with a scent that was simply intoxicating. She didnt have her usual entourage to dress her, deciding that for once she could take care of herself. With tonights meeting in mind she dried are body, the towel running over her perfect legs, her calves were strong and feminine, her thighs toned and generous, as with the rest of her body, she was in perfect shape. Her large and full bottom was to die for, as were her round breasts. Looking in the mirror, disregarding the towel, she prepared to get ready in her favorite and very expensive designer powder blue bikini. The material was soft, almost velvet like and very luxurious.

The Baroness was very much looking forward to tonight, for once facing another member of the aristocracy. She was sure that the mutual respect would lead to a fun and spirited contest, and she would have little to fear of having to get close to one of the common folk, who she despised due to their sheer lack of hygiene and disgusting behavior. This was ironic given Baroness being potentially the biggest heel in AFW. She would cheat at a moments notice, and use her flawless body to tease and humiliate whenever she could, and tonights no DQ stipulation would let the Baroness use her skills fully

Slipping on her matching blue boots, she left the changing room, electing to not have her full cloak and display tonight, the plebeians who watched on simply did not deserve to see such beauty and wealth.

She entered out into the arena to the tones of 'God Save The Queen' As expected, it was a hostile atmosphere, not because the crowd especially favored her rival tonight, but because Baroness Augusta was simply not liked by the crowd, and she loved every moment of this. As the approached the ring she caught sight of her rival, Alisa and was suitably impressed. Climbing through the ropes, Baroness Augusta grabbed a microphone and immediately started her mouth running.

"I see AFW have finally given me a rival who is at least from a notable family, I approve.....And I apologize for my lack of dress, but I didnt feel these scum watching on deserved such opulence. You yourself are immaculately dressed, and I am eager to see what you will be wrestling in tonight. I am sure it is exquisite...." Baroness licked her lips, Lady Alisa looked amazing

The crowd groaned at having to endure another tirade from the Baroness who was not to be discouraged. "However, I am a little disappointed that they have only provided a lady, I imagine we cannot all be Baronesses and alike so for you *gesturing with a dismissive wave toward Alisa* this must be something of a sore point... but dont worry, sore is exactly how you will feel for much of the match."

She paused to give a sarcastic smile and approached the middle of the ring to further her address. "But do please join me, I feel it is important we start in a polite manner.... added to which, I want to see the look in your eyes now, because I imagine it will be quite different later on...... especially considering once I have sat on your face to pin and beat you, and made you admit I am, simply superior!"

She smugly grinned and had the audacity to beckon Lady Alisa toward her as if she was some form of servant. Talk about starting as she meant to go on!

After a few moments the British National Anthem began to play, and finally Alisa's opponent made her entrance. Watching closely as Augusta made her way down to an ovation of boos, the Lady couldn't help but focus on the woman's large rear and round breasts, they certainly looked enticing to say the least. As the Baroness entered the ring Alisa had a whole statement prepared for her but suddenly the woman picked up a microphone and began talking, leaving her flustered.

"Well, I'm sorry to say but, despite having some more...."lewd" clothing underneath, this is the best you're going to get! I'll show you that I don't need so much bare skin out to have you on your knees begging for mercy! Alisa responded, however when Augusta poked fun at her title, a vein started throbbing in her forehead as anger slowly crept up onto her face. "Who do you think you are?!" She angrily muttered "The only one leaving here sore is you, once I've humiliated you, proved to the world I am the better woman and then pass you out between these!" she continued, before puffing out her breasts to emphasise.

"The superior one here is me, and if you think you're getting that fat excuse of a rear anywhere near my perfect face? You're going to be SADLY mistaken." She finished, and as Augusta had the gall to beckon her over, Lady Alisa complied as she slowly began walking towards her, but then would quicken the pace and yell, looking to tackle her to the ground before the bell had even rung!

Baroness Augusta fained shock as she heard the words come out of Lady Alisa's mouth. Still with the microphone in her hand she spoke. "And you call yourself a lady with those words, how very undignified. I can see that you need a lesson in class!" Unfortunately, as always the Baroness was far too concerned with her put downs and taunts than her wrestling. If this was a talk off she would have beaten Lady Alisa hands down, but it wasnt, and Lady Alisa was understandably furious!

Suddenly Alisa bolted for the Baroness catching her off guard. The pair collided and it was Augusta who came off a lot worse. She tumbled back and hit the canvas hard taking the girl with her. "Get off me I demand you cease, you common tramp!" The war of words was certainly heating up. Amid the struggle, hands and nails went everywhere. Baroness Augusta had to catch her breath as Alisa seemed to pack a punch with her charge. The blond aristocrat had managed to grab Lady Alisa's dress at the back with both hands. She knew exactly what to do! There was a monumental RIIIIPPPPPPP sound and Baroness Augusta felt the material give and managed a smirk, despite being on the bottom of the catfight. The crowd cheered and chanted like a group of drunken college boys.

"Oh I do apologize, it seems you have had a small wardrobe malfunction. How careless!" Her words dripped with sarcasm as Baroness Augusta tried to squirm away on her back and bottom wanting to see the anger on the face of her rival, however she was still pinned down by Alisa's body, not to mention the large breasts that squashed against the Baroness' fine pair.

Tackling the Baroness down to the floor, Alisa was hell bent on shutting this woman up, the only one that was allowed to be cocky was her! "Ugh....stay still!" The Lady complained as hands were thrown and hair was pulled. "I'm gonna.....shut that mouth up......?!" She continued, when suddenly she heard a gigantic rip and momentarily stopped, a wide eyed expression on her face. Slowly turning around, her worst fears had come true as she suddenly noticed a large tear in her dress......and her black lingerie-clad rear was revealed for the world to see!

Hearing Augusta taunt her from underneath, Alisa slowly turned back to her, her pretty face contorted into one of rage! "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" She would scream down at Augusta before attempting to wrap her hands around her neck for a quick choke. If successful she would use her positioning to pull her head up and slam it back to the mat for a few times to hopefully stun her before removing the rest of the dress, leaving her in a very revealing black lingerie set.

"Look what you've let these......commoners look at!" She would shout down again, before rolling onto her back and dragging Augusta along with her so she was on top. If she was successful the Lady would attempt to go for an early version of her finisher, trying to get her stocking-clad thighs wrapped around her opponent's waist and would also wrap her arms around the back of her head in hopes of pulling her head between her large bosom, hoping to get an early smother out on the girl!

Struggling with the girl, the Baroness managed to rip her dress which drew cheers from the crowd. She felt quite smug and couldnt help let her humiliated rival know that. "I wouldnt worry, it seemed very cheap and.... UGAK!" Her words were cut off just as her air was from the choke. The Baroness gasped and gurgled making small movements, her hands pawing now at Alisa's hands and arms. If that wasnt bad enough her head bounced off the canvas several times. "UUGNNNNN!" stunning the aristocratic girl into a daze.

While she lay there, her rival stripped down and that was certainly something appreciated by the onlooking masses. Alisa looked stunning, the lingerie was very sexy, and hugged her ample curves beautifully. The Baroness gave a cough and felt the need to talk again. "I must say you have such aggression, it is most unlady like and... UUMFFFFF!" Before she could finish her latest putdown she felt two flesh orbs smoosh her face. She blinked and tried to see what she could but it was obvious Alisa was smothering her with her breasts. She felt the scissor and it only compounded her problems.

Struggling for air, the Baroness could have actually lay there. Alisa possessed the most wonderfully soft breasts Augusta had encountered in AFW. They were simply divine pillows, perfect size and shape and she noticed a whiff of perfume that was intoxicating. However she was not in the business of being humiliated. She was the one to do that!

If Alisa wanted a catty wrestle, she would get one. Baroness Augusta, well known for her perverted mind, slide a hand up Alisa's sides and reached to wrap her fingers around the top of Alisa's thong bottoms. With the waistband in hand she tugged up as hard as possible and tried to pull her head free of the smother. At the least it would give Alisa something to think about with the material disappearing into her bottom and cooch. Baroness Augusta found a gap of air and decided to make her point known.

" UUMMFFF.....I Imagine a lot of things have disappeared up... UGNNN...your cooch, but I am hopeful this will make you release me you tramp!"