!Challenge

Natalia_Markova: The lights dim, and the Russian National Anthem hits. I step out slowly, golden bodysuit hugging my thick curves, my long blonde hair flowing. 

Down the ramp I walk, hips dancing, eyes locked on the ring. I pause at the ropes, brushing my fingers down my sides before dropping into a perfect splits! The booty bouncing as I crawl forward and head into the ring.

 

Michael_Walraven: I wait backstage as the lights change and the music of the Russian National Anthem dies down. The lights flask and flicker as Hero by CIV blasts around the arena. My music hits and I make my slow and confident entrance out from backstage. A single fist held high above my head with my !CF Championship Belt on my other shoulder. This isn't a title match, but I enjoy showing off as I make my way to the center and top of the ramp....

Michael_Walraven: I punch my first forward and lock my eyes onto my opponent. I already beat you once and I'm looking for a repeat performance. A determined and intense look on my face as I climb the steel steps and move though the ropes into the ring. Handing over my belt to the ref to take care of for me as I back up into my corner and begin to warm up. Smirking as I have been eyeing your body up and down the whole walk down the ramp. "I'll consider kicking your ass as my patriotic duty to America..." I tease as I bounce on my toes and get ready to rumble!

Natalia_Markova: I roll my eyes, listening for the crowd as they go from impressed to... grossed out in a matter of seconds. Slowly walking to the middle of the ring while you pull out the America card. "Uugh.. America this, America that. I think it's about time I show you how we do it in MY homeland.." The audience at their feet, clapping and cheering me on for my quick in-ring promo before the beatdown..

Michael_Walraven: I look around and quickly realize I'm in hostile territory as my America comment doesn't go over well. Even worse is going to be when I have you knocked the fuck out coming up. "This is going to be Wrestlings Miracle on Ice, except there is no miracle since I'm going to work your ass over!" I tease and taunt with a smirk as you approach the center of the ring. I puff out my chest and approach you. Standing mere inches from you as I look down and my eyes glance up and down from your eyes to your breasts, my hands on my hips with a confident pose. "I'm going to send you back to Russia with a nice warm L to keep you warm...."

Natalia_Markova: I smirk and step in, letting my breasts touch your puffed up pectorals. Showing you that I'm not here to play either.. I lift my chin up, trying to match your size as best as I can as I clench both arms and pack my fists. With the bell just seconds from ringing, ready to make my move... And right as it dings, I step back and swing my backhand right across your chest to break your fake confidence!

Michael_Walraven: Smirking and subtly biting my lip as you step in and your breasts press gently into my puffed up broad chest. Locked into this eye contact as the tension for this match rises. Still relax and calm as my hands and body don't waiver and I hold this intense face off.....

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Michael_Walraven: The bell rings and I don't react at all, but you do as you step back and then wind your arm back. I can't get my arms up in time and you catch me clean across the chest with a stiff backhand slap! "GMMMPH!" The crowd cheering and wincing as the sound echoes through the arena. I take step back and wince before looking at you. "RAAHHH!" I yell out as I bull rush towards you. Trying to grab your shoulders and push you backwards into your corner hard!

Natalia_Markova: I nod my head, smiling after I just chopped right across those man boobs! "What? What's wrong?" Waving you in towards me, laughing it off as you angrily rush to take my shoulders! Taking my bait perfectly as I duck and swerve right around you, then fire my knee right up into the side of your belly!

Michael_Walraven: I charge in wildly out of anger from that backhand slap across my chest. You easily watch me charge in and I get caught as I swing my arms and miss and your firm boney knee SLAMS into my side. Groaning and growling as it drops me to one knee after hitting a sweet spot. "GMMMRRRR!" I growl out as I look over my shoulder and try to swing a hard backfist into your stomach to stun you and try and stop your initial offense

Natalia_Markova: I quickly catch your head, standing at your side as you fall to your knees and roaring with the crowd! "YEAAAAAAHHH!" I give my hips a shake, ready to start dancing while I've you stunned when your fist sneakily shoots into my stomach! "OOOOGH.." I blurt out and groan, doubling over and leaving your hair as I step back..

Michael_Walraven: You take the opportunity to show off and give the crowd a show, I can't blame you because I would have done the same. Luckily for me it allows me to find your stomach with a hard backfist! Getting released from your grasp on my head as you stand on my side. I rub my stomach a little before standing. You are doubled over in front of me and I grab your hair and pull your head under my armpit. I look around at the heavily Russian crush fans crowd and smirk as I swing my leg back and then forward as I try to fall back and spike your head with a DDT!

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Natalia_Markova: "Ough.. Eeagh.." I get yanked right in, your arm crushed around my head and locked tight as I'm pressed against your body! Hanging there, staring at the canvas as I kick around for some kind of escape.. But you snap back and drop, sending me skull-first into the mat as I bounce up and roll to my back! "OOUUUGHH!" Eyes shuttering as I as coddle my head..

Michael_Walraven: I fall back and SPIKE your head into the canvas. As I sit up I look over at you as you roll over onto your back and your eyes shutter as you hold your head. "THIS IS YOUR BEST?!?" I shoutout at the fans and they boos and bash me with words. Smirking as you look already out of it. I lean over with the side of my body on your breasts. Hooking your outside leg and I have heard your reputation for being a very flexible wrestler. I put it to the test as I yank your sexy smooth thigh up to my chest and see your down leg not even move. "Your reputation proceeds you...." I tease as the ref slides in, going for the quick pin...

Natalia_Markova: I'm laid out, dizzy.. but not out of it yet! You lean over me, pressing your weight across my chests as you grab hold of my thigh and lift it for a quick sneaky victory. But you're clearly too cocky for your own good. The daze starting to wear, and the loud count turning my adrenaline up to an 11.. "Aaugh.." I buck with my hips, kicking thunderously to break the pin before firing a punch up into your back to roll you off. "GET OFF ME!"

Michael_Walraven: The count barely hits 1 before you rocket your body up and out from under me. Your punch to my back stinging as I wince and release your body. Forced to roll away towards the ropes. Grabbing them as I roll there and begin to stand up. Looking over my shoulder towards you..

Natalia_Markova: I roll the opposite way, pushing off the canvas and trying to get on two feet as quickly as I can. I pound my fist and hand together, growling as you look over your shoulder. Trying to get you before you turn around as I sprint and jump, leaning back before kicking both boots straight out into a drop-kick for your spine!

Michael_Walraven: I look at you roll away and take my eyes off you as I stand up fully. The ring shaking below my feet as your steps thud and thump on the canvas. "What the.... GMMMMMPH!" I groan out loudly as I'm sent back into the ropes with a hard drop kick to my back. Catching myself on the top rope as my arms are draped over it and I groan out loudly from the impact. "GRRRRRR you'll pay for that!" Getting my feet under me and reaching for my back

Natalia_Markova: I send you flying to the ropes, catching yourself over the top while I hit the canvas! I kick right up with my hips, landing on both feet to yet another pop of the crowd! "HEY, OVER HERE IDIOT!" I shout out, signaling for you to turn as I nod to the audience, then rush towards you.. Bending forward, arms out in spear fashion as I look to split you in half as I jump to tackle your mid-section and send us flying through the ropes!

Michael_Walraven: “What now loser!” I growl out as I slowly turn around to face you as I nurse my back from your drop kick. “OH NO!” I gasp and my eyes widen as you charge at me and SPEAR me through the ropes and send us flying down to the floor outside the ring. THUD! The sound made as I take the hard impact onto my back. Laid out spread eagle in pain as my face contorts and winces in it while stuck under you

Natalia_Markova: I crash and collide with your body, spearing your precious guts as you fold and get flung right between the middle and top ropes. Crashing down like a meteor as hit the hard flooring down below, crashing and rolling off of you.. Your body creating enough cushion as your back gets absolutely crushed.. I roll over, kicking right back once again! "WOOOOO!" The crowd in awe, stepping back to keep out of the landing zone. I reach down to grab your head, trying to pick you up and walk you over towards the apron.. Cocking your head back, and attempting to slam your face right up against it!

Michael_Walraven: Man that hurt… Getting speared through the ropes like that. I try to catch my breath as fast as I can I hear the crowd roaring around me and you howl as you big move pays off. I groan as you grab my head and drag me back up to my feet. Slowly from on knee all the way back up. You take me over to the apron and read my head back as much as you can and BOOM! You slam my face into the apron. Groaning and groggy as you hit me hard. Still standing but stumbling towards the corner away from you, trying to get some distance

Natalia_Markova: Your head bouncing off the apron like a basketball, losing my grip on your head as you stumble way and wobble like you can't see straight.. "Hahahha, hey!! Come back!!" I lean forward, charging up before rushing you once more! I reach around for your head, trying to pull you down with my arm wrapping you in for a headlock against my hip.

Michael_Walraven: My head hurts from getting knocked around early this match. I wave my hand at you as you tease me and then you charge up as you wrap your arm around my head and pull my face in tight next to your hip. I groan out and give your ass a slap. Hoping that distracts you as I turn against your body and try to grab your outside leg and back. Then LIFT you up and fall backwards to try and SLAM you into the floor to pause your momentum

Natalia_Markova: "Ah! HEYY!!" Holding your head right against my booty firing back against my as you spank it! I loosen my arm, almost wanting to reach back and hide it when you quickly grab my leg and body, hoisting me up through the air and fall back to drop me down onto the floor! "AUUUUUGH!" Landing on my precious spine, legs in the air and writhing..

Michael_Walraven: I’m able to counter you and get myself some breathing room from your offense. I lay on the floor next to you and I take a moment to get my breath back. Then sitting up and looking over my shoulder. I grab your thick blonde hair and begin to drag you up to your feet. Looking to get us back into the ring as I grab the back of your bottoms and try ti toss and roll you in

Natalia_Markova: "Wuuuughh.." Your hand in my air, picking me up while I'm still processing the pain! My arm still over my back, holding onto the pain while you grip my body-suit and wedgie it up my butt to send me diving back into the ring! Rolling all the way inside..

Michael_Walraven: I give you a nice wedgie I’m sure all of Russia will enjoy to see as you dive back into the ring and roll all the way inside. I groan as I pause at the apron to collect myself and catch my breath. Then hoping up onto the apron and rolling back in under the ropes. Getting to my knees and getting to my feet

Natalia_Markova: I roll to my hands and knees, coughing and breathing through my agony... Sweating hard, hair frizzing as I lean up trying to kneel.. I hear you hit the canvas and start to roll inside, then quickly try to stand up with you. I pull down the leg-holes of my body suit to fix the wedge before lunging in towards you with a big boot to the ribs!

Michael_Walraven: I enter the ring and keep an eye on you as I get in. My eye on you stops as I stand up. Then a nice “welcome back” message is sent when your boot is SLAMMED into my ribs. “GMMMPH!” I groan out as I bend over in front of you and cough from the hit. Doubled over in pain and grunting loudly

Natalia_Markova: "YEAH!" I shout, running past you into the ropes for some slingshot power before coming in from behind you! I fall into a roll, flipping forward and jumping up to catch your head mid-air before attempting to swing you straight down for a Face-Buster to crush your face into the canvas!

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Michael_Walraven: I’m stuck bent over and I can only listen to the crowd as they roar for you. The ring bounces under me feet and when I look up to see you roll, it’s too late! You pop up and catch my head in your rolling pop up face buster! “GMMMPH!” Getting planted and bouncing on the canvas before rolling over to my back and laid out spread eagle. My face winging and contorted in pain

Natalia_Markova: The ring quakes, and your body bounces as I completely dismantle your face. Landing on your back, the perfect position as I crawl on hands and knees to get on top of you! Lifting my thighs, trying to drop my booty down over your face as I grab your right leg and hike it up for the pin!

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Michael_Walraven: Ughhhh fuck.... That hurt.... I groan out softly under on the canvas as I shake my head. You spring to action and next thing I feel is your soft Russian ass cheeks engulfing my face and your arms hooking my leg. Stuck under you as the first count comes in. Then....

Michael_Walraven: The second count comes down and I'm in trouble.... I growl up into your ass cheeks and as much as they feel good. I'm not going out like this! The ref raises his hand for three and I growl out and explode my leg out from your grasp and force my shoulder up narrowly at 2 1/2!

Natalia_Markova: I lean back for some more pressure, sitting comfy on your face as I keep that leg high for the count! But as we get closer, the more you start to buck.. "Agh.. no.. come on.." Grunting, holding tight.. But you BREAK! "AGH!" I fall over, rolling and scrambling to my feet.. "NOO!"

Michael_Walraven: Narrowly avoiding the humiliating defeat of being stuck under "The Russian Crush" ass cheeks and taking home a win over America... I roll back out onto my back and wince in pain as I rub my face and slowly roll to away from you. Trying to refocus and get my head back into this match!

Natalia_Markova: I pound the mat before I stand, growling as you try and wake back up. "Grrrr.. WHY WONT.. YOU JUST STAY DOOWN!" I scream out, angrily rushing towards with my knee shooting up for a Shining Wizard into your jaw!

Michael_Walraven: I shake off the cobwebs and I hear the crowd build with anticipation. I take a few deep breaths as I hear you scream out at me and look up at you. You rush towards me with anger in those sexy Russian eyes and my eyes widen. I smirk as when the distance closes and you leap towards me. I explode upwards with wide eyes. Lunging and twisting to try and catch your head with my arms and counter with an RKO! My arms around your head and come crashing down to the canvas! Crushing your face against it!

Natalia_Markova: My knee smacks the air as you roll out, twisting from the depths and leaping right up into the air! Your hands catching my face, and I'm left only to gasp before I'm swung straight down face and tits first into the mat with an RKO out of nowhere! "OOUUUGH - UMPH.." Falling flat to the mat, laying there like a starfish and spasming.

Michael_Walraven: Out of desperation and having to reach DEEP into my bag for this to work... and it lands! I catch you with the RKO out of nowhere and we land on the canvas hard! I groan as I roll onto my stomach and look up to see you laid out like a starfish and spasming from the impact. No taunts or teases as this match has pushed me to my limit. I growl as I crawl over to your spread eagle body and grab you by your thick blonde mane. Slowly dragging you back to your feet. Looking to finish you off...

Natalia_Markova: Slowly pulling me up with my hair, feeling my lips slowly un-stick from the canvas. Un-folding to my feet slowly, hearing your loud grunting breaths as you clearly look like you've had enough.. But I've got more than just power.. I've got spirit! As soon as I stand, I swing my arm out and forearm you right in the neck! Hoping to loosen your grip!

Michael_Walraven: I drag us back up to our feet and I think you are more than wobbly and out of fight from the way you looked on the canvas about 5 seconds ago. I get us up and look at you and spirit is what you have as you reach back and slam your forearm into my neck. My eyes widen as I groan and take a step back off you. Releasing you and holding my neck as I cough and try to catch my breath...

AJ_Air_Styles: Could this be the moment where Michael feels The Crush? 😯

Natalia_Markova: I break free, stepping out and seeing the ropes! This was my chance! I run to the buckles, and climb as fast as I can! "HEY! HEAD'S UP!" I shout out, riling the crowd as I squat... Hoping I've kept you stunned long enough as I balance over the top turnbuckle and jump, kicking both of my legs down straight for your chest with a Missile Drop-kick!

 

Michael_Walraven: I stand there like a deer in headlights as I catch my breath and nurse my neck and throat. I groan and growl as I narrow my eyes to the sound of your voice as you climb up and then take your leap of faith. I grit my teeth and smirk as I watch you fly down. Side stepping you and putting my arms out as I catch you out of the sky! I'm FUMING from how this Russian Jobber has given me a run for my money. I hold you on me for a moment as I spin to show you off to the crowd. My caught prey served up to me on a silver platter.... "Is this your champion?!?!" Then I swing your body around to flip you upside down and get you upside down against my body into tombstone piledriver position!

Natalia_Markova: Coming down, teeth clenched and body braced as I kick down.. into the air! "AAH!?" A panicked scream leaving my mouth as you shock the crowd and catch me mid-air! Swinging me all the way around, flipping me over until I'm face-first with your crotch and my thighs dangling around your head.. "AAAAAGH. W-WHAT?! N-NOO... HOW!! NO!"

Michael_Walraven: I get you up onto me in a picture perfect tombstone piledriver position! The crowd roaring and booing as their beloved Russian Crush is about to BE CRUSHED! I slowly turn as I have you flush against me. Your bubble butt and strong smooth things around my head and in front of my face. Your face down below and mere inches and centimeters from my bulge. I keep spinning around to show all of your fans you are caught and this match should be over! Then finishing my 360 as I settle in and look around the arena. "I SAID...." I then jump.... Time slows as I am weightless and airborne with you for a split second before crashing back down and SPIKING your beautiful blonde head into the canvas below! "IS THIS YOUR CHAMPION!?!?"

 

Natalia_Markova: My thighs split around your head, now held with my butt just dangling under your face! Left dangling there in your total control, just waiting for my doom as I scream and plead for some mercy.. Taking your time to parade the ring, every step making my butt jiggle with how tight my waist is squeezed... "AAAUUGH.. N-N-NN-NOO.. NOOOO!! NOT LIKE THIISS.. IT'S NOT FAI- OUUUUGHHHHMMGH" Then you drop, mercilessly finishing me off my head gets crushed into the canvas, nearly driving me through it as I pass out instantly..

Michael_Walraven: We land with a loud THUD and the ring shakes violently as land. Holding you against me for a moment to show off how now limp and defeated you are. Both of us covered in sweat and glistening under the ring light of the sold out arena and crowd. I release your body and watch you flop down off me. Laid out spread eagle below and I bite my lip as your perky chest softly rises and falls in front of me. I crawl over on my knees and lay down my side on top of your breasts as my pillow. Then reach for your outside leg and pull it up. Nicely high and tightly and firmly secured against my chest as I show off your world renowned flexibly underneath me as I single leg hook pin your sexy Russian body. The ref slides back in as my free hand takes a handful of your ass.....

Natalia_Markova: I flop flat, and totally limp! My hair splayed out, and my eyes shutter.. The deafening sound of every gasp in the room is all I could process before my lights went out. You lean over, crushing my breasts with your weight as you hook my thigh up into the air! The count starts, while you grab onto my butt for better leverage, and some... fun.. Totally knocked outcold, and destroyed... 

 

Michael_Walraven: "Goodnight Russian Crush...." I lean in and kiss your thigh as the refs hand raise up and comes back down hard.....

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Michael_Walraven: The bell sounds off and I let your smooth thigh go and watch it flop down off my body. I take a moment to relish in the hard fought win before slowly rolling to my knees. I reach inside my singlet as my music play and the lights change. Digging into my secret pocket for my sweaty, musty, damp business card I had made for this match. I caress your defeated face and then brush my thumb over your bottom lip to open your mouth. Putting the card into it, about 75% in and 25% out of your mouth. "Enjoy that sweetheart..." I close your mouth with the card inside. 

I then stand up off you and take in the victory. The ref grabbing my wrist and holding it up high as I place my boot between your perky and plump breasts. Then flexing my free arm above you and securing my victory pose after this hard fought battle! "The Russian Crush" put !CF on notice with taking me to the wire, but came up just a little short...

The_Announcer:  “Here is your winner…… “THE BOSS”…….. MICHAEL WALRAVEN!!