Can't have Lost (For Oath)

Heather had just came off quite the match with Tsukiko, having exhausted herself quite a bit. She would take a deep breath as she entered the locker room, opening up her locker and looking at herself in the mirror. "Haah..so troublesome...that was hell.." Heather let out, shaking her head. The girl she fought was dead set on belittling and humiliating her and it was straining on her mind to say the least. She just was more than glad that she came out on the winning end.

"Should have just tied her up and taught her even more not to mess with me like that..." Heather let out, sighing again as she shook her head. She would reach down and pull up and off her fishnet top, still dressed in her bikini top and black baggy pants as she rubbed her face a bit in the mirror. "Whatever, at least it's over. Shouldn't have to worry about her again for a while."

She would let out yet another long sigh, putting her arms up on her locker after shutting it, leaning her forehead against it. She looked over to the showers, they sounded quite nice right now. She just needed some rest and relaxation and that seemed to be the perfect opportunity for her. For now though, she would just keep herself leaned against the lockers, looking down at her feet as she ran through the memories of the match in her head again.

Tsukiko groaned as she sat up from the ring, the crowd's wails and the ref tapping her on the cheek woke her up. The dark haired idol stumbled to her feet, with one head on her forehead as she stumbled back against the ropes wondering what was happening. The girl looked up at the titantron as both hands fell to her sides in disbelief. Heather Sunderland was there planting her foot on her chest with a smug smile on her face. She was shocked at how that happened but then the girl's memories resurfaced within her as her confusion was ebbing and her anger was rising. Her cheeks flushed red as her hands were squeezed into fists. She punched the ring floor as she looked up at Heather's picture as she felt so used by her. Like she was just another loser, Heather Sunderland stepped on in order to progress her career. This wasn't over and if Heather thought so she was in for her a rude awakening. The crowd mocked at her as she couldn't hide the shame from her face, she gave a bloodcurdling yell and turned to the ref.

"Fuck you!" Tsukiko said and before the ref had a chance to respond, she kicked her with a super kick. The crowd went dead silent as the poor girl fell to the ring floor out cold. Before the crowd had a chance to badmouth her, Tsukiko went under the AFW ring and pulled out a steel chair. The crowd let out a wail as the girl tossed the chair over their heads and into the titantron! This sent sparks flying everywhere. Tsukiko was just so much rage, she walked up the ramp just shaking her head at how angry she was.

Walking into the locker room, she paced back and fourth trying to cool herself off. However, there was Heather with her head pressed up against the locker. Wordlessly, Tsukiko began to walk towards Heather at a slow methodical pace as it slowly picked up speed. Sprinting at Heather, she jumped up and kicked off Heather's locker as she soared high before swinging her leg through. Essentially, Tsukiko would disaster kick Heather in the side of her head by using the locker as her spring rather than a rope or turnbuckle.

Heather was fully in her own world as she was leaned against the locker, not really paying attention to anything else. She was running through her head if she should just go home, take a shower, or hit the gym and train up a little. Her blood was still pumping from the match, but it was starting to slow down. If she was going to make a choice, she would have to do it quick. She let out a long sigh, about to push her off when suddenly she heard a loud noise.

The noise she heard was Tsukiko kicking off her locker, immediately followed by that kick to the side of Heather's head, causing her to yelp out loudly in pain and surprise, being knocked completely down to her side. She would blink a few times, a pulsating pain running through her head as she rubbed it, dazed and confused before she looked up and saw Tsukiko. "A-ah..wh..I..just beat you!"

Tsukiko didn't hesitate for one second, she was on Heather before the girl had the chance to fully get what was out of her mouth. Relentless, the dark haired girl kicked Heather's head again this time like a soccer ball. The violet eyed girl stepped on heather's head afterwards grinding the sole of her Converse sneakers against Heather's pretty face.

"Who the Hell do you think you are doing that to me, bitch!" Tsukiko said as her voice echoed throughout the locker room. Reaching down and drag Heather by her hair across the tile floor and try to slam the back of her head against the locker. The dark haired girl would walk over and squat down on Heather's lap and tilt up Heather's chin so they were eye to eye. "You think you can do that to me without facing consequences... You think I wouldn't find you and made sure you suffered for humiliating me like that... I'll tell what you are Heather. You're a nothing!"

Tsukiko would slap Heather across the face and force her head back against the locker by grabbing her by the throat. She would squeeze at Heather's neck trying to strangle her before attempting to lick Heather's cheek as her hand.

"Gaagh!!" Heather yelled out in pain as Tsukiko kicked her in the head again, sending her into a huge daze before she would feel her grind her shoe onto her face, Heather groaning out in pain as she squirmed around on the floor. She couldn't believe what was going on as she would feel Tsukiko grab her by the hair.

She could only groan out as she was dragged across the tile floor, her head slammed hard against the locker. Her vision turned quite dizzy before Tsukiko would squat down on her lap, tilting her chin up so they were eye to eye. "Gh..shut the hell up..you're just a sore loser who got her ass beat in front of thousands of people. I..think...YOU'RE the nothing.." Heather let out, grinning before she felt that hard slap connect with her face, gritting her teeth as Tsukiko wrapped her hand around her neck, forcing her against the locker, choking her as she licked her cheek. "Gh..aack..s..stop.." Heather let out, desperately trying to pull her hand away, though still quite dazed.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Tsukiko grit her teeth as she instinctively squeezed tighter on her hold of Heather's neck as she mediated what she had just said to her.The dark haired girl glared into Heather's eyes as she was sickened when she had remembered that the two had such similar eyes. The girl panted as she realized how heavily she was breathing before she loosened her grip on Heather's throat. She would then grab Heather's wrists and pin them hard against the lockers as she sat on Heather's lap.

"...You're going to take back what you just said..." Tsukiko said slowly. "...or you will be sorry..."

Tsukiko said nothing else and would wait for a reply and for Heather to regain her breath.

Heather gagged and choked as Tsukiko would squeeze even tighter on the hold. The girl was strangling her quite a bit as Heather scratched at her arm and slid her feet around as much as she could with Tsukiko sitting on her lap. Finally, she would loosen her grip on her throat, Heather gasping for air before she would feel her wrists pinned up against the lockers, yelping from how hard she did it.

"F....fuck..you...im not...taking it back.." Heather let out as she breathed in and out deeply, fighting against Tsukiko's grip as much as she possibly could.

"Well..." Tsukiko said licking Heather's lips with her tongue. "Fuck you too!"

Tsukiko would get onto her knees placing them on either side of Heather's hips. She would lean in and shove her chest into Heather's face pressing them firmly against her mouth and nose. She grinned and chuckled as she would reslam Heather's wrists against the metal lockers squeezing them tight as she would rub her chest in the other girl's face. Her face lit up when she did this as this is how Heather had beat her, she smothered her out. She wanted to do the same and make sure she knows how exactly it felt. How helpless and weak she felt under Heather as her chest smothered her into subconsciousness. it was a feeling she didn't want to feel again to be smothered by another girl's breasts in front of a huge crowd was like being told you were the lesser woman.

"What's the matter?" She said as she would shake her torso in Heather's face again. "Can't handle your own medicine?"

Heather groaned out, trying to move her head away as Tsukiko would lick her lips, causing her to blush a little.

Soon though, she felt t he girl readjust herself, getting on her knees before she would suddenly shove her chest into her face, pressing her breasts firmly against her mouth and nose. "Mmph!!" Heather let out, a muffled yell as Tsukiko would slam her wrists against the lockers again, keeping t hem firmly pinned as she would rub her chest in her face. Heather just writhed around against Tsukiko, letting out muffled groans as her breasts cut off her air, starting to smother her out just as Heather had done to her.

"Mmmmn!!" She let out another muffled yell at her words, her struggles starting to weaken from her lack of air as she was blushing deeply.

Heather's struggling and her heavy breathing had excited Tsukiko, the girl's warm breath combined with her muffled groans brought a slight shade of red to Tsukiko's cheeks. She licked her lips as Heather twisted, turned and withered trying in vain to escape while she held her against the lockers. She smiled as she had the girl who had just humiliated her moments ago being smothered against her chest. However, it wasn't enough and Tsukiko was far from satisfied.

"I love it when you struggle...." Tsukiko said as she felt Heather's movements against her chest. "You know it's useless but you fight back anyway... why? Does it embarrass you that you like having your face against another woman's chest?"

Tsukiko would wiggle her chest side to side as her breasts would brush against Heather's fact before she eventually pulled her chest away from Heather's face. Tsukiko gt up back to her feet and would release Heather's wrists. She would stand over Heather and take off her black cotton panties. She tossed them to the side, grabbed a handful of Heather's hair and would lift her skirt. The dark haired girl would press her sex against Heather's face rubbing it up and down against Heather's mouth and nose.

"Who's nothing NOW, huh?" Tsukiko asked as she grinded her womanhood against Heather's face.