Hell In a Cell - Heather Sunderland vs Saten

"Ah-egh..Get off!" Heather yells as she struggles to free herself from Saten's grasp as she pinned her shoulders to the mat. She tried to shuffle her body left and right to escape but it didn't seem to do much of a help for her. It was then that she saw Saten rearing her head back, indicating exactly what the girl was about to hit her with next.

Clenching her eyes shut, bracing herself from the impact, Heather let out a loud grunt and yell as Saten's forehead collided with her's rocking her brain as it dazed her even further. As she lie there under Saten, she fought herself to keep her consciousness, weakly trying to buck the girl off her, but after that headbutt, her struggles were even less effective than before.

Even though Saten felt the recoil bang within her head, she did not let it stop her, she was close to knocking Heather out, just one more hard hit would do the trick.. Seeing that the girl ws weak and her struggling had almost died down, she released the shoulders and instead grabbed the sides of Heather's head, making sure she would keep it still while she brought her head back, eyes narrowed and whispering something to herself before she would slam her forehead with all her strength down towards Heather's face again.

Letting out a groan, trying to keep herself awake and into the match. A big match like a Hell in a Cell, she was determined to not have it a bad mark on her record in AFW. However it was looking quite bleak for her with the position she was in. As she felt her head being grabbed, her arms were free but she knew she was about to quite possibly receive the finishing blow from Saten. As she saw the girl rear her head back for a second time, things kept running through her mind on how to get out.

In a last ditch effort, Heather brought her hands up and tried to squeeze and push as Saten's breasts, hoping to catch her off guard and possibly dislodge her. However if that didn't do the trick, she would be hit directly with the second headbutt, laying her out on the mat.

Just when she was about to crash into Heather's face to finish this match, could she feel a pair of hands upon her soft breasts and even though she always looked crazy and filled with insanity, soon enough she blushed brightly and gasped out, letting go of Heather's head and to her wrists to try and remove those hands. " Aah! S-S-Stop that! "

As Heather was squinting, trying to prepare herself from the second impact from Saten's headbutts, she then found out that it wasn't coming. Slowly relaxing herself, she noticed Saten's pretty big change in facial expression. Her face taking on a bright blush as she gasped. Heather grinned a bit as she saw this, her hands squeezing at Saten's breasts as she did so, trying to keep them there for longer, fighting the girl's attempt at removing her hands.

"H-hey..what's the matter? You...were so into this sort of stuff..just earlier." Heather says, still regaining herself from the first headbutt as she looks up at Saten still. Normally this type of move would be below Heather. It wouldn't be an extreme that she would stoop to, however seeing how well it worked in saving her in the match, she couldn't help but try to keep it up, becoming desperate to get ahead in the match. Although she would have quite a bit of trouble, Saten's grip being stronger than hers especially after taking such a beating.

" Mmm..! " Saten's eyes fell shut tightly, shaking her head from side to side, she was trying to remove those hands but not with enough strength. Despite her rough exterior, her breasts were quite soft and big within her maiden dress. She started to lean back, hands squeezing those wrists gently while she shuffled upon Heather's body, the blush was growning brighter and darker as it went on, trying to stiffle a moan that would come from her, trying to roll off Heather before this would completely remove her focus.

Heather watched, observing as Saten's blush grew deeper and deeper. She could feel that her grip was getting weak and she seemed to be just gently squeezing at her wrists now. This was working all too well and with the edge that it was beginning to give her, Heather wasn't even thinking of stopping it any time soon. As she felt Saten attempt to roll off her, Heather tried to roll after her, attempting to wide up on top of Saten now, mounting her stomach if she does.

"I'll stop..if you give up.." Heather says as she continues to squeeze at Saten's breasts, beginning to rub and rotate her hands on them, softly but also a little rough. That is, if she was able to turn her over. An odd feeling was coming over her from taking advantage of the girl like this. Being in a dominant position was giving her a bit of a rush.

Saten had not expected Heather to roll with her, but the girl ended up ontop of her, first making Saten blink and try to hurt her badly but the squezing and rubbing went on, soon making Saten moan out very softly, legs kicking weakly upon the mat while her head tilted back against the mat, she could feel a tingling sensation rise from Heather's actions, it was getting too much for Saten. She never really seem bothered with it when she was in control but this was completely different.

" Aaah... H-Heatherrr.. Mm.. "

Heather couldn't believe the almost thrill like feeling she was getting from bringing the brutal girl to a position like this. Her grin was widening more and more at the situation as she could tell Saten was having quite the hard time handling her movements. Hearing her moan and call out her name just made her work her breasts even deeper, caressing them with her hands and fingers as she stared at the girl's face, looking for her expressions.

"Th-that's right..I have you now..just think of it as..me returning the favor from before Saten." Heather says leaning in a bit as she continues her work. "Just give into it..give into me...surrender the match just as you asked me to do earlier."

Saten was unable to bring any kind of offensive against Heather because of this and actually started to become... Submissive? Her face was completely red and sweaty, her breasts were sensitive to these kinds of things, breathing for that precious amount of air that she kept breathing out, looking up at Heather with a non violent look for once.

" N-No.. I can't... Noo... "