Dani Rugu vs. Princess Natasha Rostovik

"ahhhhnn.." Dani let out a whimpering mule as Natasha's face persisted deep between her thighs up against her crotch... The stimulation had made her nipples harden to pebble stone under the blanket of an apron and she was starting to worry that the wetness she was feeling down below was not just that of Natasha's condensed hot breath as she struggled for air.

Danielle squinted her eyes shut to try and close out the sensation, unwittingly to her Natasha was also trying to make an escape of sorts... Her hands clasping onto Dani's silky soft thin legs and prying open as best she could. Dani bit into her lower lip as having her thighs parted open left her more exposed to the tantalizing sensation on her mound. As if that wasn't enough, one of Natasha hands reached up and pawed a grasp at the waitress's left hand orb

"aahh.. let go!" Dani cried, her hand moved to grasp onto Natasha wrist as she wriggled around on the mat... Her legs becoming loose enough for the brunette to perhaps finally free herself

With the self inflicted hold loosening Natasha found herself free. She let go of Dani's breast and wiggled her arm free of her rival who was in a state of arousal. Getting up to her feet she took a moment to compose herself. She was supposed to be the big tough Russian dominatrix, not some cheap sex show performer.

Natasha wiped her mouth with her arm and flicked back her hair. She went back over to the little kawaii and bent to get a good handful of her locks attempting to pick Dani up for more punishment

"You really do smell of Strawberries" Natasha smirked just to add insult.

The hold ended up having its toll on the both of them... Dani lay on her back after Natasha's head was removed from between her thighs, her small breasts moving up and down as she panted repeatedly up into the air. Eventually Natasha came over and snagged onto her ginger hair,

"ahh.." Dani yelped out as she was pulled up into a sitting position, her hand gently gripping at the Russian's wrist in order to lessen the pull on her hair.. It looked like she was in a bad spot...


But just then, "So What" by Pink started to blare over the loud speaker. Shortly afterwards the Brat Pack came out on the top of the rampway racing down towards the ring with Izzi leading the way... It wasn't exactly a stealthy invasion, the ref certainly saw them coming. But for now Izzi stopped short of jumpin into the ring, instead grabbing the ropes and making a swipe with her hand close to Natasha's leg without actually hitting it

"Get over here! It's time for the enemy to get whats coming to her!!!" Izzi blurted out

As Natasha had a grip on Dani her thoughts turned to finishing this troublesome brat off. After all, she had almost had the girl locked in a smother and that was just not good! With her mind crowded with evil intentions her concentration was taken by the sound coming from the ramp

Looking, she saw more brats coming to the ring. "So looks like more want ze punishment!" she said in a cold calculating way. She had taken her eye off Dani now and when Izzi swiped at her leg, Natasha saw red!

She let go of the waitress and turned her attentions to the girl on the outside. "You want to play too little girl?" she said mockingly and made her won hand swipe towards her new foe. Of course Natasha missed but she was now leaning precariously over the ropes in a bid to get hold of the girl on the outside. The ropes almost at her tummy as she used the bottom rope for extra height

"Get in ze ring and I will show you who gets what!"

Izzi moved forwards as if to grab at the ropes and hoist herself up onto the apron of the ring, but skirted around actually doing so and getting into Natasha's arm reach... Glaring up from at her from outside the ring as the ref girl warned the brats about interfering in the match...

Meanwhile Dani had been left in a sitting position, her hand cutely tucked between her small thighs as she tried to let the arousing after sensation of having Natasha's face between her legs subside.. She looked up to see that the Russian had her back to the kawaii and was instead threatening the other brats outside the ring, this was going to be her best chance... timidly getting to her feet, Dani came up behind the brunette and tried to slip one hand up between her thighs.

The waitress cupped at Natasha's crotch while pressing her face and small bust right into the Russian's ass. With a faint grunt of effort against her butt cheek, Dani dropped backwards to the floor.. Her hand gripping at the front of Natasha's black thong as she tried to pull Natasha down along with her into something like a roll up pin

"What iz zis? Send these foolish bratz away..." Natasha complained to the ref girl keeping her eyes locked squarely on the outside distraction. She was both annoyed and bothered that another person would dare interfere in her match. She demanded respect.

All the time she was occupied, Natasha wasnt looking at Dani. The first she knew was the feel of the hand between her thighs.. "What the....? NYNT!" she called out as she felt her body off balance and the tug on her thong.

Before she knew it, Natasha could see the ring lights and feel Dani pushing her down for a pin attempt. The ref girl left the outsiders alone and zipped to the floor so she could slap the mat for a count of, "ONE!"

Natasha squirmed and struggled, her mind raced. How dare this brat attempt to win, how dare someone try to humiliate her, a Princess!

Off of the distraction, the American waitress was able to pull Natasha down for the pin... Dani rolled completely through so that her small form was stacked up on top of the Russian, her soft orbs pressing through her apron into the side of Natasha's ass.

"Yes!" Cham Cham called out from beside Izzi outside the ring upon seeing the fellow brat take advantage. Dani lowered her head down until her face was resting right on top of Natasha's plump rump, her lips gently mouthed against the brunette's smooth cheeks... Warm wisps of air coming out in pants from the waitress's mouth and washing right over Natasha cute butt as the ref girl slapped her hand down against the mat a second time.

"TWO!!"

Rolled up and with her bottom stuck high in the air Natasha was at least thankful that the brat had covered her somewhat to hide her embarrassment at the public display. However, this was still a match and with the count at 2, Natasha could see the ref girl raise her hand ready to make it the three and signify she lost.

Through her squirming Natasha had gained somewhat of a better position, fortunately Dani wasn't that heavy and Natasha pressed herself into the canvas and in one motion pushed back up towards Dani and gave twisted to her left, looking to get at least one shoulder up to break the count.

"Get off!" she roared and broke the pin. Immediately once she had composed herself. Natasha's attentions were on the ref. She scrambled to her feet and in a mixture of Russian and broken English was animated in discussion with her fingers pointing wildly towards the Brats on the outside.

"If they are here, I want them all in ze match! I will crush ze foolz and make them mine!" Natasha said and left the ref girl with a dilemma. She followed with, "No Rulez! All of them!!" The big Russian's rage was getting the better of her and her demands were putting her reputation at risk.

Did the ref girl allow it and Natasha would get her wish of taking on all the brats, or would this distraction prove to be what undid her work so far?

Natasha shoved the lower half of her body up in a kick out, her butt forcefully shoving against Dani's face to knock her off to one side. The Waitress roll over up towards the ropes as the Russian went to the ref, demanding the unthinkable.. That she'd take on the little brats outside the ring as well in a improvised handicap match. The ref wasn't quite sure what to do, at first refusing Natasha.

Izzi lifted herself up onto the apron of the ring

"If thats what she wants ref... This ass will be all up in her face in a minute or two!" She said giving her lycra covered ass a spank as she glare with mischievous delight at the Princess

Natasha was intimidating the ref with her size and sheer anger. She watched as Izzi got up on the apron and turned to face the brat who was cocky to say the least. The Russian beckoned her into the ring and kept her focus solely on the newcomer. She was not about to become a cushion for the lycra clad lovely.

"You will be at begging at my boots before ze match is through!" she exclaimed. Natasha had completely lost her mind and her control. She was being threatened with a smothering, something she absolutely feared and hated but such was her passion for proving herself the best she would take on half the AFW roster at this point if it meant she was victorious.

The ref agreed and waved at the timekeeper saying, "OK handicap match, no DQ!" The crowd went mental because they knew things were going to get interesting.

Natasha pushed past the ref and raced at her new rival looking to barge into her and knock her off the apron so that they could take the fight outside where Natasha could use all of her heel tactics. Of course if Izzi avoided the barge, then the Russian Princess was in all sorts of trouble, given she would either get tied up in the ropes or land heavily outside which would take it's toll on her already flustered and tired body.