Anne Archy vs Ashley Kimstead- Sweet Suffocation (Smother Endurance Match)

Ironwoman Smothering Match
Stipulation: Only smothering submissions count, hentai is permitted
Victory Condition: When the allotted time expires or one competitor loses consciousness

Anne Archy:

VS

Ashley Kimstead:

Anne stood in the wings at the top of the ramp, waiting in the dark for the cue for her entrance to begin. She hadn't gotten into the ring solo since the stable's reappearance and the butterflies in her stomach were doing kickflips. She wasn't sure what Lily was thinking signing her up for a smother match, she had some of the smallest tits in the house. It had to be some kind of joke, getting her back for all of the times she tried to throw candy down Lily's cleavage. Her aim was getting pretty good at this point. Her mind turned over what moves she could pull out to bring her modest assets to bear, and if she thought a pussy smother was worth the risk. Sure she was allowed to orgasm without penalty, but it would be more than a little distracting.

The stadium went dark and "Going to Hell" by the Pretty Reckless came across the sound system. The crowd erupted in a smattering of polite clapping. Anne Archy appeared at the top of the ramp when the lights came back up and the announcer reintroduced her to the crowd. The applause got slightly louder for those who half remembered her. Her long blonde hair was loose around her shoulders and she wore a short, grey yukata that she quickly threw off. Taking a moment she posed in her little white bikini, this earned her whistles and cheers at least.

Descending the ramp, practically skipping or maybe it was prancing, she slapped the outstretched hands of those sat by the barricades and blew kisses to any cute girls she spotted. She did enjoy being back in the spotlight. Bounding up the steel steps she caught the ring post and gave a partial swing around it, as if she was a pole dancer, before slinking into the ring. Bouncing around the ring she mounted the turnbuckles and did her best to hype up the crowd. A little provocative posing, swinging her legs over the ropes, didn't hurt either. Finally she returned to her corner, sitting her round ass on the middle rope, to wait for her opponent.

Ashely waited backstage nervously. She was just coming off of a humiliating and one sided loss so most of her confidence was gone. Even with her less then low state of mind, her manager signed her up for this match. Her manager was a bit of a sadist who enjoyed giving Ashely tough matches, she also knew that Ashely secretly liked it too.

Ashely would watch as her opponent made her entrance. Her music was intense and intimidating, just like her opponent's attitude as she walked down the ramp confidently. Ashely would continue watching her opponent make her entrance as if she were in a trance before the stage hand told her it was her time to enter.

Her music would start and the lights would shine down on the entrance. Ashely would walk out to a few cheers, not nearly as many as Anne. Her last match had shown her lack of skill and that affected the way the crowd saw her. Some would cheer due to loving the under dog, others would jeer and cat call her due to her appearance. She wore her hair in pig tails along with her skin tight one piece swimsuit and long white gloves. Her figure was what pleased much of the crowd.

She would walk down the ramp awkwardly, waving at a few fans who had cheered her on. She would walk straight to the ring where she would climb the steps and climb between the ropes. She would now be in the ring, standing across from Anne. She would nervously approach the center as the ref explained the rules before backing away and ringing the bell.

Ashely would offer a hand shake in good sportsman ship. She was naive, still seeing the good in people even in matches like this. She wouldn't expect any kind of foul play if Anne were to take advantage of her vulnerable and open position with her hand out.

In the ring Anne was a bully, but she wasn't without a heart, just not much of one. She and Ashley could have been twins, a year apart, same height and weight, just a shade of hair color different. But the girl looked timid and uncertain, obviously in way over her head. She wasn't much of one for mercy, and she'd take an easy win where she could get it, but she took in Ashley's measure with cold eyes and figured out just how hard she wanted to be on the girl.

A smirk, a pitying smile, curled the corners of Anne's pink lips as she reached out to shake Ashley's hand. "Welcome to AFW, hot stuff." With a half step back Anne would pull hard on the girl's arm, trying to drag her off balance and turn her about in what would almost look like a dance move. In fact, Anne had taken salsa lessons in her time away from the ring. Pulling Ashley's back against her chest she would catch her around the waist with one arm. The other hand would turn the girl's chin so that she might receive a forceful and passionate kiss over her shoulder. It could have been a clothes line.

Ashely would see the smirk on Anne's face. She could tell that Anne knew what kind of girl she was up against. Her smile was beautiful. Ashely was surprised when Anne reached out to shake her hand, calling her "hot Stuff". Suddenly, Ashely would feel her arm get yanked, causing her to yelp.

Ashely was expecting something painful to come next as she was whipped around, losing her balance. Luckily, Anne kept her up and pulled her back against her chest. It was as if they were dancing in the ring. She felt Anne's arm wrap around her waist. It was a comforting feeling. She would blush as she felt Anne's hand turning her chin so that they her lips were accessible.

Ashely's eyes would widen as she was subjected to a forceful and passionate kiss over her shoulder. The crowd would cheer loudly as they appreciated a hot start. Ashely meanwhile accepted the kiss, letting it happen, nearly melting in Anne's embrace. She appreciated the softness and tenderness of Anne's lips against hers. They shared breath as she was kissed dominantly. Her eyes would start to calm and turn into what seemed like a hypnotized daze. It was early in the match and Anne had already seemed to find a weakness.

Some part of Anne didn't want to stop here, to just enjoy a soft, gentle "match" with a beautiful woman. For a moment the kiss became almost tender, letting herself enjoy Ashley's warmth as she held her from behind. However, if she let herself get distracted and just turn this into a make-out session she could kiss her Heel status goodbye. Well, if Ashley was still talking to her after this match maybe she could get the best of both worlds.

Her hands wandered slowly, gently over Ashley's shoulders and down her arms. Breaking the kiss she stared into the other woman's eyes and smiled, "You've got really nice tits... So, this is gonna hurt." With that she hooked her arms through Ashley's, pulling them together behind the girl's back. With an arch of her spine and a strain of effort Anne would lift her cute opponent up just a few inches before falling forward on top of her. The intent was to let all of their weight come down right onto Ashley's chest.

Ashely was already putty in Anne's hands. The kiss had melted her will to fight, not that she ever really had the will in the first place. She would much rather had this fight just be a soft makeout session like this. She hoped this kiss would last forever, although that was unrealistic.

The kiss would last for a few more moments as Anne's hands wandered her body. Everywhere Anne touched, goosebumps would form. The kiss would finally be broken. Ashely would look Anne in her beautiful eyes and was granted another beautiful smile. With that smile came Anne's words. complimenting her breasts, and giving her a warning.

Ashely would be caught completely off guard as her arms were hooked, being pulled together behind her back. Anne showed off impressive strength as she arched her back and lifted Ashely a few inches off of her feet before falling forward.

Ashely would let out a yelp as she fell chest first onto the mat. It would have hurt if she simply fell behind her own weight but with this move, the weight of the fall was double what it would have been on it's own. Her chest took the brunt of the impact. She would let out a high pitched squeal as it felt like her breasts flattened against the mat. The crowd simply cheered after the move, seeming to enjoy the sudden show of domination. Ashely herself found her mind wandering a bit, even in her pain. There was the pain she felt, but deep down inside, there was also a slight sense of pleasure.

Their bodies came crashing down to the mat, tearing a cry of pain from her soft little victim. Was she being petty and targeting Ashley's tits because they were bigger than hers? Absolutely. Releasing the girls arms she straddled her ass, her chin again resting on her opponent's shoulder as she lay forward against her back. "That was romantic, but this isn't the place for that shit." With a cruel chuckle she would sit back up and flip Ashley beneath her, letting her stare down into her again.

"But maybe that was too hard... Let me make you feel better." Anne would grab greedy handfuls of Ashley's chest, a mixture of soft kneading and forceful squeezing. Her hands moved in circular motions, mashing the girl's soft breasts while a patronizingly sweet smile still lingered on her face. She wanted to see Ashley's eyes, the look on her face while she worked over her gorgeous tits. Partly for sadistic pleasure and maybe a little bit to see just how much fun she could have with this little plaything.

Ashely would let out a pained moan as she laid there, feeling Anne straddling her ass and her chin resting on her shoulder. She would hear Anne's teasing words, saying that this was no place for romantics. A chuckle would escape Anne's mouth as she sat up and flipped Ashely beneath her so that they were facing each other.

Ashely would look up at Anne with her innocent eyes, looking like a baby deer in headlights. She heard what else Anne had to say and would nod, agreeing to allow Anne to make her feel better. She would feel her chest being groped. Ashely would let out a surprised moan as she felt soft kneading mixed with rough squeezing. Her breasts were like dough within Anne's hands. They molded and moved in every which way that Anne's hands moved. She looked up at the sweet smile on Anne's face. It was teasing and somewhat cruel. It was a smile that said that she was in charge, and Ashely agreed.

Ashely would lay there for a few more moments as if she were hypnotized, only to finally snap out of it. She would bring a hand up to Anne's groping and would try to block her chest. It was a weak and less than effective attempt but she had to put up at least some fight. "Plea. Please don't..." Ashely would say in her sheepish voice.

Anne had always had trouble keeping her focus during matches, her hedonistic streak overruling her competitive nature in most cases. And here she was in front of a full house audience, straddling a pretty girl and feeling up her tits, and the girl seemed to be into it. She even let a playful little giggle escape her throat as she forgot herself for a moment and just let herself get swept up in playing with Ashley's body. It would be Ashley who came to first, her meek plea catching Anne a little off guard. So much so that she actually did stop and blinked down at the girl dumbstruck. Oh, right, this is a match and their both supposed to be fighting about this. "Oh, honey, you are adorable. Well, if you don't want me to play with yours, then you'll just have to play with mine."

The rocker let her hands slide off of Ashley's chest and onto her shoulders, her hips shimmying up her body just a little farther. Fingers ran up the girl's neck and over her cheeks, combing back through Ashley's hair before Anne unceremoniously dropped her tits right down on Ashley's face, pushing them together with her hands to smoosh her cheeks in the cleavage. "Oh oh no, what are you gonna do now? Poor little girl, trapped in my killer tits!"

Ashely was surprised when her pitiful begging actually seemed to work. She looked up at Anne who stared down at her, blinking and looking dumbstruck. Ashely would hear Anne's words, blushing as she was called adorable before her eyes widened hearing the last part of her sentence.

Ashely's breasts would be released before she felt Anne shimmying up her body so that her next move was possible. Anne would get shivers as she felt Anne's fingers running up her neck and over her cheeks before combing through her hair is a sensuous way before her world went dark... Dark into Anne's cleavage.

Ashely would let out a squeal as her face was pressed between the soft and warm breasts on Anne's chest. She blushed and whined, unsure of how to feel as her face was smooshed between Anne's breasts. They felt so comforting, but at the same time, Ashely felt humiliated. She would hear Anne's taunting and would weakly try to push Anne up and off of her but it was no use.

Ashely would keep trying to push Anne up and off of her until her arms were tired. She would then decide to give into a more sensual urge, one she wasn't sure how Anne would react. Ashely's hands would go to Anne's back, gently running down before getting to her ass. Ashely didn't do anything that would hurt Anne, She wouldn't spank or wedgie Anne, instead, she simply placed her hands on each cheek and gently groped her, moaning into Anne's breasts as she started to get slightly turned on.