Lorelei Burke vs Natasha Rostovik

The arena dipped into darkness, before the opening chords of ‘Helter Skelter’ came blaring onto the sound system, and the entrance ramp lit up in a gaudy mash of purple, yellow and red. Lorelei stood there, dressed colourfully in her corset, short skirt, and mismatched attire, with her head tilted to the side, and an expression of deadpan curiosity. She was a new wrestler to the AFW and the crowd wanted a good look at her. Lorelei was looking right back, like a languidly curious cat. It might be thought unusual that she was clutching a grey stuffed toy, but Lorelei’s poker face was barely acknowledging it. As far as she was concerned, that was perfectly normal.

Then suddenly she grinned, and skipped forwards with a girlish giggle, bounding down towards the ring, blowing a couple kisses at the bemused fans, before hopping nimbly onto the apron in one leap. She went over and carefully set her soft toy companion down on the turnbuckle, before gripping the top rope and flipping clean over in a flashy rope handspring. If anyone was unsure that Lorelei was going to be a little high-flyer kind of wrestler, this showed them. The fans were also shown a lot more, as her short skirt bunched up around her waist in the flip, revealing her pale ass and bright pink thong for a fraction of a second, which earned Lorelei a few leering cheers as she dropped back down.

She didn’t seem to mind, smiling coyly as she leant back against the ropes, casually patting her soft toy on the head, awaiting her first opponent.

Watching on from just behind the entrance rampm, the big Russian Natasha scowled. She was NOT impressed with who was to be her latest rival. So far she had a mixed bag in AFW. She came here to be the most dominant woman, the sexiest, and a champion. Not necessarily a fan favourite, but certainly to show everyone she deserved her self appointed title of "Princess" - However this had not gone according to plan. She had all too often found herself distracted or simply out smarted which annoyed her the most. The humiliation of being smothered was just a slap in the face to the feeling of the loss, dispite the fact she loathed being smothered. She was the one to do that to other girls!

Hearing her music, Prokofiev: Romeo and Juliet - Montagues and Capulets, Dance Of The Knights she made her way out to a mixed reception. Some cheered, most booed but the main thing was she got a reaction. Tonight she had elected to wear her purple matching ensemble to go with he long flowing hair. Purple boots stomped toward the ring, a purple string bikini did little to cover the ample curves of her body. Natasha was going all out tonight

Getting into the ring she saw her rival for the first time. "Should you be in school?" she scoffed and could hardly beleive her eyes. Lorelei looked like she had no business being in the ring or anywhere near AFW. Still Natasha smiled, she at 140ibs looked like she outweighed and outsized her rival and this made her instantly more confident. "Ah well, you can be my smother toy!" The Russian was on the offensive straight away trying to get under her rivals skin as she so often did.

Lorelei softly chewed on her bottom lip with interest as she watched Natasha enter the ring. Pretty. Purple. Powerful. Proud. She just wondered how predictable the big heel would be.

The smaller girl smiled pleasantly, even as Natasha teased her. “You know, I tried it once. Didn’t care for it.”

She wasn’t going to clarify whether she meant being in school, or being a smother toy. Lorelei’s gaze held steady.

“Why’d you want a toy, anyway?” Lorelei began to ask, but then leant to the side, miming that she was listening to the stuffed hare puppet atop the turnbuckle, nodding her head sagely. “Haha, yeah, Mr Hare thinks it’s because you just want an escape from reality.”

Lorelei began to spring on her feet, readying for a fight, carefully stalking out from her corner and circling her scantily-clad opponent.

“Is that right? Are you resorting to bullying smaller girls because the others are kicking your ass?” A sweetly mocking tone had crept into Lorelei’s voice now.

Natasha kept her scowl plastered across her face, inside her blood was boiling. How dare this little girl taunt her? How very dare she!? The Russian flicked her hair back and kept her eyes on the little wrestler. Natasha remembered all to well how other smaller girls had gotten the better of her, mainly down to mistakes or the Russian not being ruthless enough.

"Oh don't worry little one, I will make sure you kiss my azz instead of kick it..." and with that Natasha wheeled around on her rival and looked to make a grab for her, with power driving through her big chunky thighs, the Russian wanted to bully the smaller girl back to a corner where she could mount an attack

The impassive Lorelei began to giggle at Natasha. A nerve had clearly been touched, and although the Russian was big and imposing, and clearly full of pretty cruel intent, showing respect was never one of Lorelei’s strong points.

“Nice wordplay, I’ll remember that one!” she smirked. Maybe she *should* have been a little more respectful of her opponent, because as she bravely stood and traded jibes with Natasha, she was caught flat-footed by the purple-clad powerhouse’s opening attack.

Lorelei yelped as Natasha came forward for the grapple. The smaller girl raised her own arms and tried to push back, grunting, but her opponent’s strength and momentum swept through her resistance pretty easily. Like a small boat caught on a big wave, Lorelei was simply and swiftly pushed back, getting a taste of Natasha’s strength as she was shoved into the corner. She gave a little grunt of pain as her spine smacked up against the ringpost.

Natasha grinned as he felt the smaller girl smash against the turnbuckles. For the wordplay that Lorelei showed, when it came to a one on one physical fight, the Russian had the upper hand, at least for now. Natasha leaned her body into her rival making sure her large full breasts engulfed the smaller body of Lorelei.

"Get a good look, zey will be KOing you later!" Natasha smirked and with that she reached for Lorelei's wrist and stepped back looking to wheel her body and whip her rival across the ring and right into the opposite corner post. Natasha wanted to soften up her slender rival before taking her down to the mat for some punishment.

Lorelei moaned as Natasha ground up against her. Getting battered around by a giant pair of breasts was hardly the worst of fates, but Lorelei was getting quite painfully squished against the turnbuckle, and she didn’t like the way her helplessness was being gloated about by the big Russian.

In fact, she wasn’t sure what was worse – Natasha’s attitude, or her accent.

After squirming in the corner crush for a few seconds, the dazed Lorelei found her wrist being grappled and her small body flung across the ring. The kawaii grunted as she ran to the opposite corner, turning at the last second to soften the impact, but still slamming spine-first into the corner post.

Her lithe body jolted, and she grabbed the top ropes to keep upright. Lorelei glared at Natasha across the ring, not happy at her less-than-stellar start, and awaiting the Russian’s next move.

As Lorelei crashed into the opposite corner. Natasha felt the rush of confidence inside her. She often did this, letting her lust for a struggling rival overtake her common sense and wrestling brain.

"Zis iz for Mother Russia!" Natasha called aloud with a fist in the air. Kicking off the canvas, the big Russian bounded across the ring, her large breasts bouncing much to the crowds delight. Pounding her boots she was moving fast on her rival. As she got close she leapt and spread herself wide, looking to smash Lorelei again with her large chest. The crowd gasped in anticipation as the big Russian would surely crush the smaller girl.

Lorelei looked in a bad spot, clutching the ropes, slumped in the corner as Natahsa rallied the crowd, marshalling her energy for a valiant charge across the ring. The smaller wrestler looked up, her eyes narrowing, her grip on the top ropes tightening.

The ring started to shudder as Natasha charged. Lorelei, though, was nothing if not unpredictable. The seemingly stunned girl would suddenly use her hold on the corner to hop up to the middle rope, then quickly kick off, launching herself out into the middle of the ring, in a rapid-fire missile drop kick. It wasn’t the strongest of aerial attacks, but if Natasha ran into it, it would do the job just nicely. Lorelei mainly hoped it would be better than being crushed in the corner!

Natasha smiled as she leapt, flying toward the smaller wrestler, however this soon changed. Instead of the soft landing she was planning on, she saw two feet heading right for her. There was nothing the Russian could do.

"UUGGHHHH" she collided with Lorelei and hit the canvas on her back. Natasha brought her hands up to her large chest and held it trying to stop the pain. Trying to catch her breath Natasha managed to sit upright and bent forward a little, still feeling the effects of the collision.

The worst thing was the Russian had taken her eye off Lorelei and this was never a good idea in wrestling.