Tasha Veith vs Martha Sharp

'Her strut' by Bob Seger began to play as Tasha walked out to the thunderous cheering of the crowd. She waved to them happily, and started to walk down the ramp towards the ring. Tasha had been in a very good mood ever since her first PPV match, which she managed to win. Ever since then, her popularity went through the rough. She continued down the ramp in her cloak, and climbed up into the middle of the ring, throwing off the cloak and posing sexually for the crowd. She felt it was time to play to the crowd a little bit now with how much attention she was getting. True, the popularity had gotten to her head a bit, but it wouldn't stop her from doing her best in this match.

She knew who she was up against. At least in name. Martha Sharp. She had heard nothing about this woman. She was new to the AFW. Just her name made her sound old though. Brittle. She smiled to herself as she bet this match would be over quick.

"When you see my face, hope it give you hell, hope it gives you hell!"

Martha strode into the ring with palpable calm and confidence, smoking her fake cigarette through its holder. She took a long breath and blew it into the air overhead, arching her neck back and thrusting her breasts out casually for the crowd. She received cheers and applause, mainly welcoming a newcomer rather than any means of popularity. She walked in long strides, her sexy attired stretched tight here and there as she gave the occasional sideways, dismissive glance at the crowd.

"It's not for them" she thought. "It's for me. This is MY match, they're just witnesses. And I'm not going to screw this up this quickly."

She bent low enough to flash some fancy black panties to the crowd as she entered through the ropes, flicking aside her cigarette holder outside the ring. She looked Tasha up and down, continuing to be unimpressed with her findings. "That's the best they could come up with, huh? Another leather-clad sadist? When are they going to get more creative around here...?" she mused, as if to herself but well in Tasha's earshot.

Tasha watched the woman walk down the ring with that cigarette in her hand, and snerked softly as her posture, attire, and even the expression on her face just screamed 'arrogance'. She then heard what Martha said as got into the ring and chuckled a little.

"Well, honey, I can safely say I was the first dominatrix to come to this place. I'm the original. Besides... what kind of name is Martha? Hasn't that name expired roughly fifty years ago?" She asked her as she crossed her arms underneath her breasts. "Oh, and as for creativity, I'll be sure to show you that with the moves I trap you in." She added.

"Hm," Martha observed calmly, cracking her knuckles with a stretch of her arms that squashed her impressive chest together. "Funny that. Tasha's a classic name as well, though mainly in the porno industry. Original doesn't mean interesting, hon. And by the way, popular doesn't mean good, either."

The bell sounded, but Martha made no immediate attack. She'd raise her hands with the air of a practiced martial artist, though a seasoned eye could see it was an amateurish stance, not one of a seasoned pro but still capable in the right hands.

Tasha smirked a little. "You're telling me thing I already know. And hun is MY word. Hun." She replied. She then heard the bell ring, and saw the stance she shifted in, and couldn't help but laugh a little. "Now that's just corny... a woman dressed like a secretary in a martial arts stance? Talk about cheesy." She commented before she started to approach her slowly in a grappler's stance. She wasn't quite sure she was talking so much smack with this woman, but she felt compelled to for some reason. Something about this woman was rubbing her a bit differently.

The dominatrix's arrogance seemed to rival her own self-obsession, and it tweaked her in odd little ways. She had such a "look at me!" attitude that compelled Martha to just punch the smug look off her face and bury it into the mat. She smiled a little at the mental image, maybe a bit too much.

Her look of disinterest changed as she took a quick step forward to meet Tasha, looking to match her hands as though in for a test of strength. However, as soon as they met, she would lean in close to shove what she was sure to be the stronger chest into Tasha's and force her back.

Tasha accepted the lock up, and when she saw her opponent had no tricks planned, she started to shove back against her, clenching her teeth and growling with effort as she pressed her chest back into Martha's, trying to overpower her instead.

"Ghn... bigger isn't always better, hun." She said when her own breasts mushroomed into Martha's.

"It is in this case," Martha grunted, pushing back with a suddenly determined thrust. As she did, she'd bring her leg around hers and try to use her foot to trip her onto her back, crashing down on top of her.

Tasha smirked a little as they were the exact same height and weight. Only thing different was their proportions. She knew the woman was planning something when she retorted back, and saw her shifting her leg back, and would try to step that leg over Martha's leg to retain her balance and stay on her feet. She would then try to slam her chest into Martha's throwing down a challenge of a small titfight, not even needing to say anything to her. Just the expression on her own face, and her action should be enough for this woman to get the hint of what she was trying for.

Her move countered and the hint well received, Martha was all too glad to include this in her debut. She'd show who had the best chest.

Locking her fingers firmly against Tasha's, she'd squash her enormous rack into hers, using her shoulders to buck them back and forth to keep Tasha from getting any good momentum and press her back