Princess Natasha Rostovik vs Heather Sunderland - Meeting A Legend

Another day, another match for Natasha. Her arrival in AFW was proving busy and she seemed popular, although not always for the right reasons. Her record so far was mixed. She had dominated some girls, but she also had her worst fears exposed in public, losing some matches smothered and covered for the count.

The familiar sounds of Prokofiev blasted out in the arena and Natasha entered wearing her usual outfit of black thigh high boots, black thong bottoms and matching top that stretched and struggled against her ample breasts. She bounced as she walked to a mixture of cheers and boos, she certainly divided the crowd.

Tonight she was due to take on a big name. A legend if you will in AFW. It was Heather Sunderland. She was an acomplished wrestler and knew how to get under a rivals skin. What bothered Natasha most was the video she had seen of Heather facesitting a girl to KO.

"Not tonight..." she murmured as she entered the ring and waited for her rival to make her appearance.

When Heather heard she was facing a "Natasha" she was sure it was going to be her former lover. She had done all the preparations for said match, excited that she would be facing her in one of her return matches--however when she had found out more information, she found out she was totally wrong in that assumption. She clicked her tongue as she watched Natasha Rostovik make her way down to the ring, eying her on the monitors in the back as she tapped her foot.

She let out a long breath, clenching her fists before her music began to play over the speakers. The lights turned a dark blue as Heather stepped out onto the ramp, crawling in t he smoke and green laser lights as the arena turned a dark blue. She made her way down to mid-ramp, standing up and raising her hands in the air as pyro shot out from the stage area. She rushed down the ramp, sliding into the ting before getting up close to Natasha, narrowing her eyes.

"New around here? Hope you weren't expecting to be thrown into a few easy matches off the start. I almost feel bad for ya being put in the ring with me so soon" She said, a grin forming on her face.

The entrance of her rival was extravagant and it made the Russian a bit uneasy, as the crowd were obviously getting behind Heather giving her a wild welcome. Natasha adjusted her position preparing for a sneak attack given how close Heather came but she let her guard down just a moment as the girl spoke.

What struck Natasha most was the way Heather looked. She could see her curves and didnt want to be on the wrong side of them so Natasha being equally as bitchy and cocky responded to her rival

"Everyone who faces ze Russian Princess ends up humilated. Although I can see that you already are used to that..."

she paused trying to find the right words in her broken English.

".... how you say... you are ze slutty tramp with ze fat azz?"

Natasha made a gesture flippantly towards Heathers rather fine round bottom, but the Russian was not going to praise her rival

Heather rolled her eyes a little at her words. She's heard those words or something similar quite a bit before and she was always more than willing to prove herself against that. She tapped her foot a little, letting her continue with what she was saying..until she did..and it sure as hell managed to slip in and get on Heather's nerves. The first statement didn't get to her too much, but THAT one, she clenched her fists.

"Slutty tramp with a fat ass huh?" She let out, glaring at her as the just held herself back. "We'll see if you still think that by the time this match is over." She said, clenching her fists tightly. She stepped back a little, narrowing her eyes before the bell finally rung. Immediately she kicked off, rushing at Natasha and trying to slam herself right into her with a hard tackle.

Natasha could see the change in Heather, her words had gotten right under her rivals skin and the Russian smirked just to add a little icing on the cake.

That smirk quickly changed however to a look of shock as the bell rang and Heather charged at her.

"OOFFFF" she exclaimed as she felt Heather tackle her, and the bump off the canvas much to the crowds delight. She struggled and pawed at her rival making the fight seem more like a catfight than a pro wrestling match, however Natasha managed to squirm and get her legs up in which she immediately tried to clamp them around Heathers waist for a crunching scissor and try to take some of the fight out of her feisty rival.

"Now stupid American tramp, feel ze iron grip of Mother Russia!"

Heather took the girl down, shuffling atop the girl as she tried to start her offensive. Instead though, She felt Natasha start to squirm and struggle strongly against her. She grit her teeth in frustration, clicking her tongue before she felt those legs shoot up and clamp around her waist. "ha??" Heather blinked, feeling how strong the girl's legs were, wincing from the pain that assaulted her almost immediately. "Ngh! Damnit!!"

"Would you..shut up with the ridiculous...things!" She yelled out, her yelling out those things in her accent just frustrating Heather even more as she brought her hands down. She desperately pushed and pried at her legs, squirming and struggling to try and pull herself free.

The Russian smiled as she could see Heather struggling not only physically but mentally as well. Natasha found that beating a rival on both fronts was just as important.

Feeling Heather paw at her thighs and her squirms was arousing to the Russian, she loved it when girls were under her control and she decided to go for some early humiliation.

With her hands occupied at her thighs, Natasha reached and grabbed around the back of Heathers head, immediately yanking down so that the spunky rivals face nestled between Natasha's full and ample breasts.

"I think it iz time you shut up"

The crowd appreciated the gesture and although it was a smother, Natasha was more content to humilate Heather than actually pull hard to KO her.

"You know silly American tramp, a lot of your fellow stupid Americans would pay much dollar to be where you are, you should feel special!"

Heather's eyes widened as she felt those hands grab the back of her head. She was quite stunned as she was suddenly pulled in, her face shoved into Natasha's breasts. Her face flared up a deep red at the feeling and her words that accompanied it, Heather starting to struggle and squirm out of this smother and bodyscissor combo.

She let out loud muffled yells into Natasha's breasts, hating that the girl had got her in such a position this early in the match. She squirmed and struggled as much as she could, groaning in frustration at her comments about her 'fellow Americans', not wanting to hear any sort of idea that she should be liking this position she was in. She clenched her fists hard, groaning out into Natasha's breasts as she tried to slam her fist hard into her side. She tried to send punches over and over to her, trying to force a break.

As much as Natahsa was loving the smother hold she had on her rival she did not enjoy the punches. She winced and gasped with every blow, her body jerking and squirming. Each time a fist landed her grip loosened so much that she let go of Heather and dropped her legs to the canvas. She pushed with her hands and rolled Heather off of her whilst she tried to roll away to nurse her sides.

"Stupid.. uugnn American... bitch!" Natasha snapped out with a razor edge tongue

Natasha ended up on her back with her hands clutching at her sides. The expression on her face was pained and she was not happy about how she had been forced to give up the better position. However she also needed to know where her rival was and through the grimace she looked for Heather.

Heather gasped for air as she finally got her to release her, her head pounding hard as she filled her lungs with oxygen again. She nod her head a little, pushing herself away as she heard Natasha snap out again at her. She clicked her tongue, gritting her teeth. This girl was more than getting on her nerves and Heather just couldn't wait to shut her up somehow. She pushed herself up a little, getting onto her knees.

"Would you shut up already!?" Heather let out, lunging forward towards her. She tried to close the distance in a quick, simple way, just t rying to bring her arms down onto her and slam her in her gut with a bit of a double axe handle like move.