Humiliation Match: Candice Brooks vs Natasha Rostovik

Match Type: Humiliation Match
Win Condition: Force the opponent to submit to an act of humiliation
Special Rules: Accepted Submission; If a wrestler submits, the user of the hold can decide whether or not to accept it.

From the moment her music hit, Candice was on a mission. The green haired brat marched down the aisle with an angry scowl etched on her features and quickly rolled into the ring once she reached it, then popped up to her feet and began to pace impatiently around the ring. She’d had some time to digest the embarrassment of her last match, in which Uncharted Love had effortlessly dominated her from the outset, then used her for their own pleasure. But putting that memory behind her proved easier said than done.

But apparently management had plenty of fun with it, because now she was scheduled for a similar type of match. Against some bitch named Natasha, a supposed “dominatrix” who was recently beaten into total submission by a few kawaiis! And someone like that was going to try to throw down with her? Ha! As if! The thought alone was insulting. And Candice could hardly wait for Natasha to come down to this ring so she could show her she was far worse than a few kawaii runts!

“Come on, bitch. Get out here…” Candice hissed through grit teeth as she waited for Natasha to come down to the ring.

Natasha was on the up in AFW, she had long since forgotten the mistakes where the Brat Pack had their asses all over her face. She had specifically taken a sabbatical to visit a brand new trainer, who also specialized in some unique and devastating forms of humiliation with her slaves. These skills would come in useful against rivals, and tonight was the perfect test.

The sounds of Prokofiev rumbled through the arena and Natasha appeared in due time. She paused letting the crowd drink in her outfit which was a lot different than her usual attire. The Russian was wearing a tight black PVC dress which covered her large breasts and just enough of her crotch. It was zip fronted for easy access should Natasha need to strip down. Along with this she wore matching PVC boots that extended all the way up and caressed her thighs. At her hips hung a pair of bare metal handcuffs and she carried her riding crop.

Natasha was usually decked out on softer materials but there was a plan behind her outfit, as the match progressed it would ensure she would sweat hard, which would serve to make any close contact all the more overpowering.

The Russian moved down toward the ring and climbed slowly through the ropes, her long purple hair flowing behind her. She saw Candice and smirked. Her rival looked cute, and Natasha noticed her large breasts which she would pay attention to much later on.

"You have one chance to quit slave, otherwise you will beg me to stop!"

While she waited, Natasha took off her handcuffs and left them at her corner. She pulled the zip of her dress down just enough to let her ample cleavage spill out, there was no mistaking her tactics in this match, she was going to torture Candice with holds and smothers

Candice watched as Natasha made her way out to the ring. And as much as she was looking forward to dismantling and destroying her, she had to admit her foe was looking damn good in her dress and boots. The handcuffs were a clear sign that Natasha had come fully expecting a victory tonight, and her words echoed the sentiment. It all just made Candice even more eager to put her in her place.

“You’re the one who will be begging for mercy!” she snapped back, just waiting for the bell to ring already! ...Though she was slightly distracted when Natasha pulled her zipper down and revealed her beautiful breasts…

But then the bell rang, snapping Candice right back into reality. And without any hesitation she immediately bolted straight into a charge at Natasha, then threw her arm out, aiming a stiff forearm strike right for the girl’s chest!

Natasha licked her lips in anticipation but had to change her stance when Candice charged her. In the Russians early days she would have been floored by such a move, but Natasha was a lot more experienced now. She waited and simply stepped aside and let Candice crash into the corner where she was stood.

Following up, Natasha reached out for a handful of Candice lovely soft hair. "And now we begin ze torture..." she proudly said, feeling quite superior in this match already. Wheeling the girl around she immediately pressed her to the corner and moved in. Natasha stepped up onto the bottom rope so that her large breasts were close to Candice's face.

"Take ze deep breath..."

The Russian beauty fell forward, her ample curves engulfing Candice's face for an early breast smother. The crowd certainly enjoyed the move, as did Natasha. No one could see what Candice thought of it because she was deep in the Russian's cleavage. This was more a move to establish dominance rather than to beat Candice. Natasha didnt even secure the girls hands, instead she simply stroked and caressed the back of her head, whispering "I am going to smother you in every way pozzible..."

Candice felt certain she was going to smack Natasha right in her ugly face, and from there the beatdown would begin! Instead her fist hit nothing but air, and the brat went stumbling right into the corner in front of her! “Ugh!” she grunted at the impact. Then before she could even turn around, Natasha was already on her.

Her green hair was grabbed and she was spun around to face her foe. She would’ve tried to lash out at the girl, but Natasha moved in and pinned her nice and tight against the turnbuckle pads, making it all but impossible for Candice to move beyond squirming lightly against the dominatrix.

“Rgh! Get off m--MMMRPH!!” she cried out as the woman’s large breasts moved in and pressed right up against her face! Candice writhed helplessly and screamed against Natasha’s chest, but there was nothing she could do. Her foe had her trapped in her cleavage. That was humiliating enough on its own, but if Natasha’s words had any truth to them, this was only the beginning for Candice.

Natasha leaned in and smiled, loving the feeling of Candice's hot breaths against her cleavage. She also loved the panicked cries. It turned her on, which did not bode well for her rival. The Russian was extra cruel when excited and she loved the feeling of power.

Stepped down, she made a grab for Candice's lovely hair and unceremoniously threw her out of the corner, at the very least trying to make her unsteady, if not stumble to the canvas. She loved the crowd reaction who were already begging the Russian to show them all of her smothering moves, which she was only too happy to oblige.

"What next? I sit on your face or iz it more of ze punishment?"

Candice’s torture fortunately didn’t last long. But once she was finally allowed to breathe again, she wasn’t exactly given a chance to enjoy it. Almost immediately she was grabbed and tossed out from the corner. Already disoriented from the smother she’d just been trapped in, the green haired woman stumbled forward before falling to her hands and knees, where she remained for several seconds while her lungs worked hard to try to get her breathing back under control.

“Like I’d ever….let you do that!” Candice barked out between breaths, then before trying to pull herself to her feet. Assuming she managed to get up before Natasha went on the attack again, she’d turn toward the dominatrix and attempt to throw a quick kick toward her gut. It wasn’t a particularly well calculated strike. More like a desperate attempt to keep her foe at bay another moment or two. But the chances she’d even manage to do that much weren’t too strong.

Natasha smirked at her rivals comeback. She loved it when they had some kind of spirit to break, it turned on the Russian even more, which usually meant her rival would suffer a lot more. She approached, watching as Candice got to her feet and let out a kick. It connected, stunning the Russian beauty a moment, causing her to clutch at her tummy and take a sharp breath. The crowd gave an OOH as Candice had actually managed to stop the Russian Express Train momentarily.

Natasha however was not amused by this, How dare this girl attempt to hit her!?

She rose back up and craned back her hand to unload a sharp chop straight across Candice's lovely large breasts. If it connected, she would follow up with another and another. The Russian wanted to get the girl back into a corner, or at least near for the next thing on her mind

"Stupid Englizh girl. For that you will zuffer!"

Candice’s kick didn’t seem to inflict any truly significant damage to the Russian dominatrix. It made her stumble back a few steps, and may have winded her slightly. Given a minute or two, she wouldn’t be feeling any of it anymore. Regardless, landing a strike brought a confident grin to Candice’s lips.

“Ha! That’s what you get, yo-- UGH!” she suddenly gasped when a hand chopped right against her breasts! The sharp impact stung like a bitch and stunned her for a moment, just long enough for another to strike in the same spot.

“Agh!! Stop it-- AGH!” Candice cried, interrupted by yet another chop! Each one that landed sent her back a few steps, partially from the impact and also from her own attempts to retreat to safety. That of course didn’t work, and the Russian’s attacks soon had the green haired girl backing right up into corner, with her back pressing against the turnbuckles once again.

Battering Candice back to the corner, Natasha had evil intentions for the cute busty blonde. "I will stop zis when you are pinned under me!" The Russian continued her assault by grabbing the top rope next to Candice. Then with a graceful motion, she kicks up her leg and place her boot right in the blonde's throat giving her a boot choke!

Natasha grinned at her prey, starting to get some momentum now which spelt a long painful, humiliating night for Candice. The ref girl came over and began to count as this was a blatantly illegal hold. ONE... TWO...

Still the Russian didnt let up on the hold and the ref girl stopped to try and pull the Russian away, all the time Candice suffering under the choke.