Smother match! Layla Vale vs Princess Natasha

Layla stayed back and looked back as she saw her opponent getting up and actually sounding impressed. Though she was still being condescending. She would fix that soon enough. As she pulled off her top the blonde looked down at them and clapped.

"Impressive, ill get in the middle of the ring but I dont think it would be very entertaining if I just laid down for you. But lets even the odds." At this Layla took off her jacket and then her top to let her own breasts be exposed as well to cheers of her own as she went to the center and waited for her opponent.

Natasha again smiled, this girl had something about her. The Russian wanted to break her and would enjoy doing so. She moved with purpose to the middle of the ring and again raised her hands looking for either a grapple or a test of strength.

"Zis iz where I show you why I am zee princess!" and she beckoned Layla to come at her, although the busty Russian couldnt keep her eyes off Layla's large breasts

Locking up Layla's eyes were a little more challenging, she was out to win this feud and show Natasha whos boss. Pressing into her she noticed the attention her chest was getting and pressit it closer and into the princess's chest.

Not speaking this time she simply opted to get the best of her in the test of strength. Pulling her in close she would try and get ahold of her wasit to lock her in a bearhug.

Natasha locked up with Layla and immediately felt the large breasts of her rival. They almost engulfed the Russian's pair and it was a battle of will as much as a battle of cup size. Natasha felt herself being pushed back and it was starting to get painful. She managed to let go which was a big mistake.

Natasha felt the arms of her rival in a bearhug and gasped out. She arched her back which managed to force her tender breasts more into Layla's pair

"Gawd... stop with ze squeezing..."

Now she had her opponent trappd and agaisnt her unable to pull away. Whoch was utterly perfect for her as she could squeeze the life right out of her if Natasha couldnt break loose. This all served to bring a smile on her face she couldnt hide.

"No I dont think I will. Just relax it will be over soon." She said as the blonde continued to squeze her opponent agaisnt her. Making sure there chests were mashed into each other as a show of force.

"UUGGNNNN!" Natasha groaned, her back and her breasts hurt a lot now. Layla was really powerful and the Russian had underestimated her rival. The last time she did this, it ended with Natasha humiliated.

She couldnt let that happen again and reached for Layla's hair, giving it a tug, to which the ref immediately warned her and began a count for an illegal move. "ONE... TWO... THREE...." Natasha let go and cursed the ref in Russian

But she was getting weaker and now slumped forward, her hands slapping at Layla's body. The Russian was in trouble.

Raw power was not her selling point in matches but damn if it didtn have its uses. specifically when she felt like crushing the life out of an opponent who was being too much of a nusiance. Which Natasha very much was as she pulled on her hair and forcing her head back and slapping her.

Eventually Layla decided enough was enough and simply let go and ran back. Taking the time to get some momentum she would run forward once more and jump to catch Natasha and throw her in a huricanrana.

Natasha pulled on the hair and gave a happy sigh of relief when she was let go, but it was short lived. She soon found Layla bombing toward her and leap, landing her barely covered sex right in her face. "uummffff" Natasha moaned and she could feel her rivals thighs clamp to her cheeks, this was going to end badly, but she could do nothing, and was beginning to be pulled down.

Securing her legs around her opponents face she smiled as she leaned back and tried to throw her opponent down and to the ground. Getting up she was back on her feet and looking at Natasha as she waltzed over to her.

Running backwards she came to the corner and jumped on top before looking at her foe. A grin on her face she jumped up in the air looking to crash down on her opponent with an elbow.

Natasha couldnt believe how she was being beaten by this girl, normally the Russian dominated girls. She used them, she toyed with them, and she punished them with her range of smother holds. But Layla had gotten right under her skin.

She crashed to the canvas and moaned Her back arched and she needed a moment to collect herself. Natasha's long flowing purple hair was all spread out and covering her face. As she sorted herself out, she went wide eyed. Layla was dropping fast on her

AGGGHHH! the elbow connected right in her right breast. Natasha screwed up her eyes and clutched at her aching chest. She rolled to her side a little, looking to get some distance. Her mind was conflicted, she wanted to win, but she also wanted Layla to punish her with a smother just as she did to others.

The Russian was in a bad way