Da Xia vs Anastasia (POW Collar Match)

Landing on her feet as she rolled out of the ring, Da Xia took her time in making her way towards the downed Anastasia, looking around to the ravenous crowd that enjoyed the action in front of them. It spurred Da Xia to do more like it to elicit such positive reactions, grabbing Anastasia by her hair to force her up again to incur more of Da Xia's whimsical beatings. Scooping an arm through Anastasia's legs while wrapping her arm over the shoulder, Da Xia attempted to sling the smaller girl up and upside down as she wrapped her arms around her waist to keep her suspended in a Standing 69 hold as she paraded around ring side with the smaller girl in her arms before burying her face into her crotch, hotly kissing it.

Anastasia gently whimpered as she was tersely pulled to her feet, her eyes meeting Da Xia's just before she was scooped up like a child's toy once again. As she was hung upside down and her warm, moist body pressed against her opponent's, Anastasia's face was pressed firmly against the taller girl's pelvis, while Da Xia had a clear shot to her exposed groin. For a moment, she simply hung there limply as she was paraded around, before the heat and building pressure she had freed herself of only a bit ago was starting to return as Da Xia's tongue playfully made it's way into her sex, tickling the inside and filling her with sensation.

Da Xia moaned out mostly just for show as she continued to bury her face into Anastasia's crotch, swaying her head from side to side as her tongue burrowed ever deeper into her sex. Walking around with the girl in arms was a little more difficult than Da Xia anticipated, but she still trotted on as she figured it would be a good video to look back on and laugh about. Her opponent's sex was getting wetter ever so slightly because of her efforts, giving Da Xia the nectar taste of the flower. However she quickly decided that it was enough of the pleasure and back for the pain for her tastes, continue to go on a whim in dealing with Anastasia as she attempted to throw the smaller girl into the barricade.

Da Xia's moans started to match Anastasia's own, much to the Russian girl's dismay, as her sensitive sex moistened from the dance of her opponent's tongue inside. The longer she was held upside down, the more the blood rushed to her head, only strengthening the dizzying sensation and tantalization. The experience came to an abrupt halt, however, as she found herself flying through the air, before colliding against the barricade with a shriek. What strength her limbs had gave as she tried and failed to catch herself on the way down, collapsing gracelessly onto the floor in a sweaty heap.

With the way that things were, Da Xia couldn't couldn't stick with what she wanted to do to Anastasia, her opponent making really difficult for Da Xia to settle on a method of attack. Looking at the heap that Anastasia was left in after being tossed aside, Da Xia walked up to her placing her hands on the barricade as she stepped on Anastasia's breast. Pressing down with some of her weight, she would pose for the crowd; even teasing some lucky fans with giving them a high five. But as if she would be touched by some gross horny fan, jerking her hand away at the last second before stepping off of Anastasia.

Reaching down, she would grab Anastasia up once again, turning the two of them towards the ring apron before slinging one of Anastasia's arms over her head, attempting to lift her up once again to then bring her down harshly against the ring apron.

Anastasia's world was fuzzy and dim before Da Xia returned, seating a foot deep into her plush breast while she showboated her bullying to the crowd. The harder Da Xia pressed, the more Anastasia squirmed and whimpered, the pain and embarrassment growing again in equal measure. Anastasia couldn't help but feel that her opponent had some sort of fascination with her breasts, though, given how much attention she had showed them throughout the match, which struck Anastasia as curious.

Of course, she didn't ponder it for long as she was pulled to her feet again, hauled over to the ring and tossed over harshly, her back slamming into the apron. Again she collapsed onto the floor below. Next to her, an assortment of weapons lie under the mat, a given for any no DQ match, and while Anastasia found the use of weapons in this sort of situation excessive, even while losing, enough of her felt Da Xia deserved it for her to grab out on whatever she could: which happened to be the leg of a steel chair.

Ramming Anastasia into the apron, Da Xia would let the small girl drop to the floor as she stood over her. Once again showboating she would stretch her arms out to display her wondrous body standing over Anastasia as she gave a little spin. Turning back around she would see Anastasia rummaging underneath the ring, normally Da Xia would've been a little concerned with what her opponent attempting to grab a weapon, but this one Da Xia did not have much fear about it as she saw that it was a chair that she was sliding out.

"What are you going to do? Hit me with that? Come on, I dare you!" Da Xia arrogantly boasted, taunting the beaten down girl as she would bring her foot up to footwash into Anastasia's face, more for insulting and demeaning than an attempt to hurt her.

As the chair slid out from under the ring in her grasp, Anastasia turned to Da Xia with a vengeance... just to have the larger girl's foot rubbing in her face, pushing her back into the apron as she recoiled. Her face scrunched up as her back was pressed up against the side of the mat, and for a moment she wasn't sure what to do. Finally, Anastasia brought up one arm with the steel chair in tow, trying to swing it at her opponent. She was exhausted, however, and could do little more than limply bring it at her opponent's legs, and while the weight of the weapon alone could hurt if it collided, it was also moving slow enough for Da Xia to catch it if she wanted.

Da Xia laughed as she watched her opponent's attempts to hit her with the chair be in vain as she pushed her foot into her face. She was not at all terrified of the weapon in the hands of Anastasia as she brought up hers to grab the chair before it hit her. Forcing the chair in Anastasia's grip upwards so that it was pointing towards the ceiling while in front of Anastasia's face, Da Xia would let out a cruel smile as she attempted to shove the chair right back into Anastasia's face.

"Why are you hitting yourself!?" she openly teased, attempting to rip the chair out of Anastasia's hands and take it as her own. If she did so, she would grab Anastasia by the hair with one hand as she attempted to push her smaller opponent into the ring as she would slide in after her. Stalking Anastasia, she would draw out her time in walking towards Anastasia before bringing the chair up to smack her in the back with it.

Anastasia's eyes widened worriedly as the chair was caught mid-swing, letting out a sensitive grunt as it was driven into her face and torn from her grasp as she fell tiredly against the apron. Pulled up by her hair, she simply groaned weakly as she was rolled into the ring, lying limply on her belly as her body heaved up and down with each breath. For a moment, she was content to lie there, catching her breath as sweat trickled down her back and dripped onto the canvas below, but her moment of rest was interrupted by the steel chair slamming into her spine, eliciting a shriek from her as all limbs arched upwards. The impact let loose a loud "bang" as sweat went flying in every direction, and Anastasia rolled over to her back, arching it vainly as tears welled in her eyes.