Megumi Mutoh Vs. Heather Sunderland

Megumi grunted as she fought with Heather, trying to keep her down despite the girl's continual struggles. It wasn't all that surprising to find Heather fighting back so much, considering how hard Megumi fought back to keep herself from being trapped in this position. They were practically lying on top of one another, Megumi unable to either secure Heather's legs in a grapevine of move to straddle her thanks to her continued bucking. And her hands were occupied; she couldn't even hit Heather if she wanted to.

Megumi groaned, releasing Heather's hands and trying to grab ahold of her hair. She would attempt to yank her head back and slam it against the mat before Heather's hands grabbed onto her, despite the fact that it would be extremely difficult. Either way, Megumi needed Heather under control.

Continuously trying to fight back at Megumi, not wanting her to get the top position, Heather would continue kicking and bucking out, doing her best to make it as difficult for Megumi as she could. She felt that she had her defense up quite well, seeing as the girl wasn't really able to go for much of anything. The stalemate that they seemed to be having was quite aggravating, but it was at least giving her a slight sense of security even though Megumi was pretty much on top of her.

However, what came next was surprising to Heather. As Megumi released her wrists, it would take Heather a second to react before she would bring her fist up to try and hit Megumi squarely in the gut. However, as she was doing so, she would feel the girl pull her head back and slam it hard into the mat, sending a reverberating pain through her body, making the punch she aimed for Megumi's gut quite a bit weaker than she would have hoped it was going to be, leaving her slightly dazed on the mat.

Megumi slammed Heather's head down successfully, but to her surprise Heather's freed hands chose not to counterattack by grabbing her and pushing her off, as she expected, but to land a solid and powerful punch right into Megumi's gut. Megumi gasped, her eyes widening, mouth sucking in air for a second. Even if the punch was weaker, it certainly did it's job of hurting and surprising Megumi, and slowed her down.

Megumi had to establish dominance in this position. She was on top, but she didn't know for how long. And the hit to Heather's head wouldn't keep her down for long either. Megumi pushed herself upwards, wincing in pain as she did, then she grabbed Heather's head once more and hugged it tightly against her chest! Megumi blushed a little, thinking of what this all looked like, and thinking of where Heather's head was. She hoped her breast smother would be simultaneously humiliating and suffocating enough to stop Heather from struggling anymore.

Connecting with the punch to Megumi's gut, Heather was glad to at least have gotten in a shot back when her head was slammed down onto the canvas. Her vision was spinning as she was in a daze, lying there with Megumi on top of her. In the best case scenario, Heather would have been able to force Megumi off with the punch, but unfortunately, the girl was still on top of her in the dominant position.

Just as Heather was starting to come to, she would look up, only to find her vision covered by the sight of Megumi's breasts above her face. Next thing she knew, her air was cut off as the girl held her head in place, smothering her with her breasts. Heather's eyes would widen and her face would turn red at the feeling and it would stun her for a few seconds before she would start to struggle again. "Mmmphh!!" Heather would let out in a muffled groan from underneath the girl as she writhed around, moving her head around to try to catch a breath to no avail until she brought her hands up to Megumi's sides, trying to push her away, though weakened from the match and the humiliating position she was put in.

Megumi blushed quite a bit from using this move. Smothering Heather with her breasts is not a typical wrestling manuveur at all, and if her teachers saw her do it they would probably punish her for bringing dishonor to the dojo. But in the AFW, such moves were encouraged, and Megumi was finally adapting to the AFW style of doing things. She hugged Heather's head in close, so close that the Heather's pushing did little to break her hold. Megumi decided to really lock in this hold. Hugging Heather's head in tight, she would roll over backwards so she lay on her back. Then her strong legs would snap upwards around Heather's waist, squeezing down tightly to force what little air she had left inside her body out, and secure this hold even deeper. All the while Heather would be hugged closely to Megumi, so closely that the idol was sure there would be no escape.

In the position that Heather was in now was quite the embarrassing one for her. With the girl's nicely sized breasts pressed against her face, her oxygen and energy were being slowly drained from her body. She needed to get out of that hold as soon as she possibly could, but unfortunately her pushing at the girl's sides wasn't giving her much in the terms of escaping.

As if it couldn't get any worse, she would feel Megumi grip her head even tighter, pressing her face deeper into her breasts before turning them over to where Heather was on top. While this would usually be a good thing for Heather, with Megumi wrapping her legs around her waist and her arms securely wrapped around her head, the chances at escaping for Heather seemed to slim down even more. As humiliating as it would be to lose to a move like this, things weren't looking too good for Heather. She would let out constant muffled groans from within Megumi's breasts, pushing at the canvas frantically to try to push herself out of the hold, but it was harder than it seemed.

In a panic, the only thing Heather could think of doing next as she felt herself on the edge of passing out, was that she would bring her arms up, attempting to ram her fists into Megumi's sides repeatedly.

Megumi had Heather locked in tight, squeezing her waist while slowly smothering her out. Heather was a fighter though, and she didn't go down without a significant fight. "Gah!" Megumi gasped when Heather punched her in the ribs. The punches continued, hitting her again and again, each time making Megumi gasp out in pain. As punishment, Megumi squeezed down tighter, but Heather didn't seem to want to give up. Megumi swallowed hard, the blows hurting her quite a bit. Her grip on Heather's head began to loosen.

"Dammit! Ah!" Megumi grunted through the pain of the blows. Her grip was loosening, and if she didn't do something Heather would break free. Megumi decided on a gamble. She pulled Heather's head up by her hair with one hand, while her other hand cocked back and sent a powerful punch right in between Heather's eyes! If Megumi is successful, and Heather doesn't use this moment to break free, then Megumi would tuck Heather's head under her arm and attempt a side neck choke, trying to lay Heather low with a faster method.

As Heather continued punching away at Megumi, she would feel the girl's hold loosening gradually. She felt it was just in time too as her lungs were begging for oxygen. Finally, she would feel Megumi pull her head up, causing Heather to let out a loud gasp of air as soon as she did. Her lungs welcomed the fresh, cool sensation of the air filling it. Her face still completely reddened from the embarrassment, she would quickly open her eyes fully to notice the girl's fist coming straight towards her.

She knew if she was hit directly by her punch, it would more than likely lay her out right there. Trying to stop her from doing so, she would swing her hands up, attempting to grab the girl's wrist before her fist collided, and then grab the one that was holding her hair at the same time. If she could do so, she would attempt to push her wrists onto the mat, breathing heavily in and out the whole time of her doing so.

Megumi grunted as Heather stopped her punch, her face turning into a grimace of desperation as she realized the loosening of the hold had enabled Heather to recover and start fighting back. Megumi tried to scissor down hard on Heather's waist, using her strong legs to choke her out, but Heather had found a second wind or something and was able to push Megumi's hands back and slowly pin them down onto the mat. Megumi groaned in pain, her sides aching from the punches. Battered and bruised, Megumi dug deep inside for the motivation and the strength to keep on fighting.

"Damn you Heather!" Megumi said. She decided to try and push Heather to the side, using her legs and her arms to push hard and try to turn them back over to Megumi was on top once more. This had turned into a battle of attrition on the mats. Now it was a contest of wills; to see which girl had more left in her to keep on fighting.

Pinning Megumi's arms down on the mat, Heather would squint her eyes as she felt the girl's legs constricting on her waist hard. She could feel her head pounding from the circulation being cut off by the scissors and she was shaking her head to try and keep consciousness. She had Megumi pinned down, but she wasn't doing much of any damage to her while the submission was applied to her.

"D-damn You! Th...Think I'd let you..humiliate me like that!?" Heather would let out, feeling the girl turning, trying to turn them over. She felt her dominance slipping and would brace her feet on the canvas to try and stop her. If she was successful in doing so, she would try to push with her feet, trying to bend the girl as much as she could as her legs were around her so she could move her body up, trying to press down and put the girl in her own breast smother.