Nikolette Tessla Vs. Angel

Nikolette wasn't expecting her words to make Angel release her. However, she did think she would have more success with her struggling. However, before any headway could be made, the pillowy weight of Angel's breasts engulfed her. She tried to suck in a breath but as Angel smothered her, she could only let out sharp breaths through her nose and mouth as she sucked the last bits of hot, stuffy oxygen nestled within Angel's slick, and barely contained, bosom.

It was one thing to be smothered, but Nikolette could feel every bit of Angel's plump chest pressing deeply against her face. Her lips opened and closed like a fish as they slid along Angel's exposed flesh. Her hands were still pinned, but her legs were a little more free than they had been previously. She threw her boot clad foot up to try and shove her knee into Angel's butt. She tried to throw up her hips to try and buck Angel off. Anything to escape this humiliating smother.

She slammed her boot down hard in frustration at getting put out like this but soon her struggling seemed to weaken and her legitimate struggles turned into desperate and weak acts of defiance.

Angel pressed down, feeling Nikolette's struggles below her, enjoying every desperate movement she made as she tried to escape from the clutches of the Latina. She was honestly enjoying feeling Nikolette trying to escape from her, and every move the mechanic made only furthered that enjoyment. Even when Nikolette's knee came up, slamming against Angel's ass, she held on tight, maintaining her dominant position. Even when the girl tried to buck Angel off, the Latina kept her position, Nikolette's motions doing little aside from causing Angel to slip around a bit, which in return had the effect of letting Angel's breasts rub back and forth against the brunette's face as the Latina tried to settle back down onto her.

After Nikolette began to weaken, her Angel decided to up the humiliation a bit. She closed her eyes, tilting her head backwards, as she began to emit a low, long moan, gasping out as if she was in the very throes of pleasure, as if she was getting off on her torture of the trapped mechanic. She eased up on her smother as she did so, just a small amount, just to make sure that Nikolette couldn't pass out yet, and that the girl could hear every sultry moan passing through Angel's lips.

The crowd, meanwhile, began to go wild, enjoying the kinky performance, cameras flashing brightly as the crowd tried to snap a few pictures of the scene. Angel slightly opened one eye, looking out at the audience, before giving Nikolette a quick glance downwards. "You alright, chica...? I hope you're still alive down there. We've still got a loooong match ahead of us..."

Nikolette was almost thankful when she felt darkness start to consume her. Her cheeks were hot, her throat was hot and her body felt heavy and weary. She was kicking herself for getting so overwhelmed by Angel. She was certain that because she let Angel get inside of her head, THAT was why she ended up like this. She was still quite certain that in the end, she could hang with this woman. Her feet gave one last kick before they fell, spreading a bit for the whooping crowd.

Wait... She wasn't really able to hear the crowd until suddenly a burst of cheers penetrated her damp hair. She let out a low groan, but no. Her voice didn't sound like that. Before she even realized it, suddenly her nose was filled with sweet, precious and cool oxygen. The deep inhale caused her to to take in Angel's sweet scent that mingled with the glistening sheen of sweat that coated her chest. The rush was almost intoxicating but Angel had other plans.

Nikolette heard the moan and her cheeks went red. "Mmphmmm!" She let out, muffled words being buried under Angel's chest. She flashed back to her matches. She had her first real kiss in a match, but it was after the match and the whole match with Satomi had a lot of underlying sexual tones to it. Eventually the two even started dating. When she had beaten Yi in a hand cuffs match, she had every right to humiliate the girl in front of the card. She had held back and only made the girl show off a little bit of cleavage. And the stuff with Mayu? Well, that was accidental and fairly PG by AFW standards. Plus, it turned out the two were more attracted to each other than they thought.

What Angel was doing was malicious and Nikolette DEFINITELY wasn't attracted to her in THAT way. Even if her body was starting to betray her. With the oxygen pumping through her once more, she renewed her thrashing, trying to throw her knees hard into Angel's ass to get the girl to get off her.

When Nikolette's thrashing began anew, her bucking and writhing starting back up, Angel tried to hold on tight, tried to press down again on her, to sap her energy with the smother even further, to drain even more of the breath from the girl's body. Unfortunately for her she had slightly underestimated Nikolette, and when the brunette's knees came up, slamming into the Latina's ass, Angel finally gave it up. She let out a pained hiss and released the girl's wrists, quickly moving to roll off of her and onto her own back, sitting up quickly. She turned her head downwards to smile towards her opponent, looking her over, trying to analyze what kind of shape the mechanic was in, as slowly she began to get back up to her feet.

"Good thing you're not done yet, chica." Her voice was still soft, still tinged with the hint of malice. "I'm enjoying this too much for it to end now. After all, I still don't think you realize the difference between the two of us yet..."

With those words, she took a step back, nodding towards Nikolette slowly. "Now, get the hell back up on your feet, bitch..."

Nikolette gasped when Angel pressed her tits back down against her face. She gasped again, trying to get some oxygen but only ended up with soft flesh covering her mouth. Fortunately, she felt her knee connect pretty squarely on Angel's butt and when the Latina girl finally rolled off her, Nikolette flopped and started taking in heaving breaths.

"SHut... hah... yer... hah... mouth... hah..." Nikolette said painting and rolled onto her hands and knees. She looked up at Angel and scowled. "Only difference between us..." She said and snorted. Well, it seemed like the best answer for Angel's words was some analogy involving rubber and glue.

She pounded her fist into the mat and forced herself up. She threw her body recklessly at Angel and tried to reach out for the bra that held in those ridiculous udders of hers. But Nikolette wasn't trying to expose the woman. At least not intentionally. She just wanted something to hold on to so that her other hand, which was cocked into a fist, had something to punch. This bitch and her hot-to-trot attitude and her flashy tits. Nikolette would just punch them off!

Angel watched, in amusement, as Nikolette staggered up to her feet. On one hand, she was pleased that the girl was getting back up. She really didn't want the match to end, not yet, not until she had finished having her fun. On the other, there was something about Nikolette's stubborness that annoyed her. It didn't matter though; as far as Angel was concerned, she had already won this match, and was just toying with Nikolette now.

So when Nikolette came charging in with her punch, snatching at Angel's top, the Latina quickly slid to the side, right out of her way. She quickly tried to shuffle in behind Nikolette as the mechanic charged in, giving her a rough shove to the back, hoping her momentum would keep carrying her forward, straight towards the ropes!

Nikolette swore she had gotten a finger on Angel's top, but she didn't even feel her hand brush against the girl's chest as the Latina eased out of the way. With her body committed and bending forward, she started to lose her balance and stumble, rather than run. She let out a grunt when Angel gave her a shove and that tipped the scales of her equilibrium.

She let out a partial grunt and half yelp as she stumbled onto her knees, hitting them hard as she flailed and flopping forward. She let out a gurgle as she belly flopped over the middle rope, hanging partially over the edge of the apron as her arms dangled and she groaned in weak embarrassment.

While Nikolette was tumbling down to her knees, dropping down over the middle rope, Angel was already in motion, coming running towards the ropes as well. As she approached though, she suddenly dropped to the mat, letting her body slide right under the bottom rope and out of the ring. She stepped away from it, letting Nikolette dangle over the ropes, as she stepped towards the barrier separating the ring area from the crowd. She stepped up, right close enough to the front row to get a good, close look at her, then turned away with a smirk, strutting confidently back towards Nikolette.

"Sorry chica, but we don't have time to just hang out, alright?" She joked, reaching up towards Nikolette's head with both hands. Taking a thick handful of her long hair within each fist, she gave the mechanic a sudden, sharp yank, trying to jerk her over the ropes, straight to the floor so she could meet the Latina outside of the ring.

Nikolette was still barely even able to cough out in pan from flopping against the ropes when she saw Angel slide out of the ring. She didn't know what the Latina woman was up to but she knew she had to get out off the ropes. She pushed her hands against the apron and pushed herself up to try and pull her chest back inside the ropes when she felt Angel grab and yank on her hair.

"Gyaaah!" She screamed and instinctively threw her hands up to try and clutch Angel's wrists. But even grabbing onto Angel, she would be pulled and dropped with a hard thud onto the mat below. She let out a groan, just trying to ease the pain on her scalp, the pain that seemed to be everywhere now. One hand weakly pawed at Angel's thigh. It was the only resistance she could muster at the moment.

Angel stared down at Nikolette as she hit the floor, shaking her leg to push the mechanic's hand away. A sneer crossed her face, as she leaned down towards her, grabbing her hair once more to pull Nikolette back up to her feet. For what she had in mind, she needed Nikolette to be standing up.

After all, the crowd wouldn't be able to get a good look if Nikolette was on her back on the floor.

She jerked Nikolette upright, pulled her to her feet, she quickly Angel slipped around behind her, one of her arms snaking upwards, slipping around the mechanic's neck. She was trying to work Nikolette into a simple, yet quite tight and restraining sleeper hold, wanting to keep her held close to herself. As she did this, her other arm slid up her opponent's front side, and as her sleeper tightened into place, Angel's hand would come to rest upon Nikolette's breast. Not squeezing, not pushing, simply lying there at rest.

Then, Angel leaned in towards her ear, whispering in a harsh, hushed voice to her. "You know, chica," she began, glancing up towards the closest audience members every so often, slowly turning Nikolette as she spoke to face them, holding the mechanic close to herself. "We did both make our AFW debut together..." She took a moment to chuckle, her voice raising louder with each and every word, her hand suddenly clutching through the fabric of Nikolette's overalls and her thin shirt, grasping at her breast tightly. "Maybe we should take it a step further, and make our hentai debut together! I'm sure everyone here tonight would fucking love to see that!"

She looked up again, straight towards the audience with a grin and a wink towards them, giving her arm a jerk around Nikolette's neck. "What do you say, chica? Should we take things that much further, huh? I bet no one would think of you as a toilet cleaner again if we did!"