Drea Maris vs. Heather Sunderland - The (S)mother of Rome

Drea took in a huge gasp of air as she was released, quickly scrambling back to her feet and turning to face Heather. Her face was flush red, almost the same hue as her bikini, and she was sweating and panting heavily. That was a new experience, and decidedly she didn't like it very much.

Rather than waste her remaining breath at this point on a comeback, the Crimson Empress sprung forwards, throwing herself right at her foe. Twisting her body around midair, she stuck her hips outwards, trying to catch Heather with a flying hip check!

Heather quickly got herself to her feet, a slight hint of that grin still on her face as she saw the tone of red that Drea's face was. She was more than glad to have introduced the girl to this sort of match so soon and having gotten her that flustered. She tried to quickly get herself up and get ready for her counter--but she certainly didn't expect it to come at her so quick and in the sort of way that she pulled it off.

Her eyes widened as the girl's butt slammed into her, causing her to grunt out as she was knocked onto her butt. She winced, blushing a little at the girl's offensive, groaning as she shook her head, slightly dazed from being knocked on her butt so quickly.

"Aha! It would seem it is now my turn!" Drea proclaimed, seating herself right in front of Heather and clamping her thighs around the woman's waist. It was... difficult to thing of a dignified name for this move, but this kind of match probably had enough crowd-pleasing antics that her usual theatrics might be unnecessary.

Hoping to quickly capitalize before her purple-haired foe got her senses back, the Crimson Empress grabbed the back of her foe's head with both hands and crudely shoved Heather's face right into her ample bosom and trying to keep it there.

Heather grit her teeth at Drea's words, wincing as she felt the girl's thighs clam around her waist. She huffed a bit, reaching down to her legs and pushing and prying at them, trying to pull herself away from the hold--though what she didn't know was what Dreawas actually setting up for.

Her eyes widened when she felt those hands clasp against the back of her head, Heather letting out a loud muffled yelp as her face was stuffed into her quite large breasts--almost engulfing it. She squirmed and struggled quite a bit, letting out muffled yells and whimpers as she reached up, pulling and prying at the girl's arms, desperately trying to find some way to escape the hold.

Drea couldn't help blushing more as Heather's face squirmed around within her impressive bust, letting out a few small moans. It was definitely awkward for the Crimson Empress, obviously never having done something like this before, but the sense of dominance it gave her was quite the rush. Not to mention the crowd absolutely loved it.

Not about to give up her advantage so easily, Drea continued to squeeze Heather's waist between her thighs, while still hugging the girl's head tightly to her chest.

Heather let out frantic muffled yells and whimpers into those suffocating breasts--her entire face engulfed by them as she squirmed and struggled around with her. She pulled and pried at her arms, desperately just trying to find some way to catch a breather--her head starting to pound and spin from the lack of air that she was getting in the hold--let alone the fact that her face was a pure red from the situation.

She yelled out more into her breasts, clenching her fists before trying to slam a hard punch to her side--trying to continue doing that as much as she had to to get her to let go.

Drea was actually enjoying this position a bit, or at least until Heather started punching her in the ribs. With a sharp gasp of pain, the blonde quickly let go and tried to shove her opponent away, before scrambling back to her feet.

"What a shame. That was quite fun!" she chuckled, while clutching at her side.

Heather gasped for air as she released her, wincing as she was shoved away like that. She rolled a bit, picking herself up as well, letting out a long breath. She blushed deeply as she looked over at Drea who let out that little chuckle, clearly having enjoyed herself with that smother. Heather clicked her tongue, straightening herself up a little before shaking her head.

"Well--I'm glad that you had your fun with it. Too bad you won't get to experience it again" She let out, carefully approaching the girl before she rushed in. She tried to just slip to the side, leaping and jumping back a bit, trying to twist and kick Drea in the side of the head.

"Oho~ is that so?" Drea laughed in response, though that was quickly cut short as Heather charged at her. Initially confused as to what her foe was aiming for, the blonde Roman was slow on the defense. With a loud grunt, she took the kick to the side of her skull and toppled over, hitting the mat face down with a loud groan.

Heather huffs a little after she took her down, quickly standing up. She dust herself off, nodding. "Mnh..Yeah--that's so" She let out, reaching down for Drea's arm. She went to pull her hard into the corner, going to prop her up to a seated position against it.

Narrowing her eyes, Heather stepped back a little before rushing back in towards her. She gripped the top rope, leaping up in the air before pulling on the rope and using it as momentum to come back down, trying to kick her hard in the chest with a rope assisted corner dropkick!