Natasha "The Other Girl" Parks (Patreon)

One of those long-planned, written mostly in one night deals. I’d been kicking around this idea of a cheating-themed wrestler for a bit, focused around the idea of her ring nickname being “The Other Girl.” That all she really cares about is seducing her opponent’s boyfriend/girlfriend before the match and messing with them while rubbing it in. So it’s pretty one-sided wrestling, and felt good to get back to actual wrestling after a lot of boxing. And any real cheating or cucking stuff here s mostly background gags and theming rather than the focus of the story.

Tasha’s a shameless bad girl, and that kind of rubs off on me when she’s just having fun for fun’s sake. I feel like I have some very clear OC or art in my head that I kept thinking of when I pictured her, but I couldn’t pinpoint it beyond a little bit of Rhea Ripley from the trending clips I catch of her. I feel like Natasha’s so all out supervillain mean and so confidently flirty that she gets away with it. Like she only enjoys it if she earns it, seducing the girl or boyfriend away like you didn’t deserve them in the first place. Then she sort of ignores them when the next opponent with a partner come along. She’s less bi or pan as she is into whatever her opponent’s romantic partner is… and maybe tag partners. I imagine she causes a lot of breakups either way if you’re not really committed to your relationship. I almost feel like she’d be super proud of somebody who’s in love enough to resist her and entirely respect that… but keep trying to top herself.

Lots of goofy and strange stuff to do with her, so probably more of Natie to come. I have a few little nuggets of ideas, like an arch rival who’s into NTR and cucking shit that wants it to happen, and that pisses off Nat to no end.

“And her opponent! ‘Miss Steal Your Girl’ herself! The reason your boyfriend is always so busy! It’s Natasha ‘The Other Girl’ Paaaarks!”

When Natasha made her way to the ring, she always knew what to expect. It was always the same mix of excited, horny cheers and bitter boos and insults. A lot of scattered voices called her a slut. A man-stealing whore. A cheater. A homewrecker. Nat knew what she was, and she frankly agreed with a lot of them. She had a well-deserved reputation for how much she enjoyed flaunting her seductive skills. While she loved showing off to the audience and putting her opponents into sexy positions, she was infamous for the wicked glee she took in tempting and stealing her opponents’ partners. She had spent last night charming the pants (and panties) off her next opponent’s girlfriend. Some of it was to get the psychological edge on her opponent, but mostly it was for her own amusement.

Natasha “Natie” Parks wore a dark purple top and shorts and matching boots, each highlighted with streaks of gold around the openings at her thighs, cleavage, and an opening in the front and center of her chest to show off her abs and cleavage. She had dark hair down to her shoulders that she kept slicked back from her sharp features and carefully made-up face. She had flawless olive skin and an athletic figure, toned all over while keeping up a firm set of D cups.

All perfectly crafted for making other girls jealous or horny. Natasha made her way to the ring, blowing kisses to the audience while flipping off a few carefully selected ones as she felt out what they liked with masterful insight into their urges. The toned temptress swung her legs over the top ropes to enter, just to dangle off by her knees. She shook her shoulders, bouncing her tits and tightening her abs for the crowd before swinging herself back in with her look of unshaken confidence.

Natie’s opponent was already in the ring and already fuming. Gina Fontaine was a blonde French wrestler with a tendency towards high flying moves. She wore a mask over the top half of her face with a long blonde braid coming out the back. She wore a leotard striped with red white and blue to match the French flag, and a triangulated pattern of the same colors along her mask. She was fair-skinned, but what skin was visible on her face was already bright red with anger.

“YOU!” Gina shouted accusingly as soon as Natasha’s music started to die down.

“Me?” she chimed back at the opposite level of hostility.

“You stole my girlfriend, you awful beetch!” she ranted on in her French accent.

“Did I? There’s been so many at this point, I didn’t notice.”

Natasha flashed her a bright and winning smile. Of course she did. That was half the fun and half the battle when she moved in on an opponent’s partner. Girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands… whatever they had, she was happy to take and then move on to the next one when she was through.

“My girlfriend ALICIA!” Gina reminded her, only getting angrier.

“Oh herrrr! Of course I did. She’s way too cute for you. It’s not my fault you don’t know how to give her the mind blowing orgasms that I can provide.”

Natasha licked her lips slowly and sexily. Gina fumed. The audience burst into mixed boos and cheers. One voice rang out among them.

“YEAAAA~! GET HER, TASHAAA~! WOOO~!”

A cute, curvy redhead in the front row bounced around and cheered loudly, waving one a glittery poster of Natasha around. Her rapid leaping bounced her huge chest up and down, but it wasn’t the reason Gina gawked in shock at her.

“Alicia!? How!?”

“Well, she does this one move with her tongue where you usually don’t…”

Gina growled and didn’t finish hearing her out (which, frankly, was part of why Alicia was so quick to jump ship; communication is important). The blonde growled and charged across the ring at Natasha before the bell even rang. Natie was used to it by now, so when Gina threw a huge haymaker at her, she was quick to catch her arm and sidestep her, dropping to the mats while her legs wound between the blonde’s. With a quick twist, she tipped Gina over so that she fell right past Natasha and banged her head into her turnbuckles. The French luchadora’s eyes rolled from the shocking impact, barely catching the top ropes to brace herself but still seeing stars.

“What’s your hurry, Frenchy? It’s not like MY girl Ally’s waiting for you anymore,” Natasha laughed as she rolled up to one knee.

She caught Gina by her braid without looking back and pulled it over her shoulder. She rose from the corner dragging her like it was a leash, the masked wrestler shrieking and flailing in surprise. Natie gave a firm pull, jerking her head and neck over her shoulder before she leapt up and dropped back down on her hip. She spiked Gina down to bust her neck across her with the quick drop, making the Frenchwoman buck up and gag as she grabbed her neck. She sat upright, rubbing the back of her neck and wincing as Nat stood back to her full height, gesturing invitingly with both hands to fire up the crowd that mostly loved to hate her.

“C’mon! You can’t be done yet. Your girly’s way more flexible than that, and I didn’t even have to get her in the ring to pin her!”

Gina tried to drag herself up, grimacing in pained effort.

“That’s it. Someone needs to shut your mouth, and it is going to be moi!”

“Please. You can’t even pick the right outfit,” Natasha snorted as she stepped back, hands on her shapely hips.

“Didn’t anyone tell you those are American colors? You picked the wrong gimmick, sister.”

Gina’s face twisted in anger, confusing, and raging hate.

“It’s… French… you WHORE!”

She charged at the brunette in another furious assault. Natasha let her and shot a low kick at her legs to fend her off, but Gina showed she had at least one brain cell that wasn’t focused on despising her. She went into a front flip, showing off her agility as she darted past Nat. The cheating heel raised an eyebrow in surprise, but turned around to find that Gina had leapt and planted her boots on the top ropes. She sprang back off and went for a flying spin kick, but Natasha was too quick. She saw the aerial move coming and darted in close, getting right between her legs and catching Gina by the boot. She managed to land on one foot, but just barely as she hopped to keep her balance.

That didn’t bother Natasha as she just leaned in closer, thrusting out an elbow to nail her right in the crotch. Fontaine let out a piercing howl, her hands going down between her legs as her mouth formed a perfect O of pain. Tasha let go of the leg to allow her to drop to her knees, hands clutching her throbbing pussy.

“I tend to get that kind of face out of women,” Tasha bragged as she leaned over, letting her breasts dangle just in front of the stunned French girl.

“I leave them too hot down there to think straight. See what you can do when you know how to find the clit?”

Gina choked on her attempts to breathe in all her pain, stuck nursing her injured crotch. It was easy pickings for Natasha to squat down behind her and catch her underneath her arms. She stood up and squeezed her into a bearhug, trapping her powerless arms at her sides. Gina winced as the lean but powerful arms crushed her midsection, squashing their busts together all the while. Gina found herself struggling to breathe again, any of her strength and agility sapped away by Tasha’s trapping holds. It left her with even less space to breathe with the manstealer’s jugs filling the space between them, ballooning up between them. It literally rubbed in what she had to offer that the blonde didn’t.

“Is that all you’ve got? My girl Allie screamed louder than that the other night!” Natasha laughed in her face.

The brunette hefted Gina into the air and slammed her back down, landing bodily right on top of her. The blonde huffed loudly as she was crushed underneath, her arms flopping out to show how entirely overwhelmed and exhausted she was already. Natasha made a show of seductively crawling up her body, straddling her on nothing but her palms.

“Atta girl. Now let’s see which one of your spreads wider,” Natasha purred, running her fingers under Gina’s chin.

She hooked her hands under Gina’s thighs and pushed the blonde’s legs up as high as they would go. Once her leg muscles were stretched out to get a wail of pain from the masked wrestler, Tasha pushed them apart in opposite directions. Her leotard rode high up her ass and crotch while she was forced into a split. She screamed out as Natasha bent her far enough back that she could mount her, planting her knees into the back of hers to almost fold her in half. The purple-clad harlot blew kisses to the crowd while Gina beat her fists on the mats in blinding pain.

“Hey, Ally! This look familiar?” Natasha called out to her latest lover.

She shook her hips while bouncing on her knees, which in turn kept hurting and stretching Gina. The redheaded girl in the front row screamed and jiggled some more enthusiastically as Nat wrecked her girlfriend. Even as Natie pseudo-humped her, the pain in her crotch and the humiliation at the confident heel’s hands made her a lot wetter than she wanted to admit. Of course, that didn’t matter when Natie pulled at her spandex, wedgying it up her pussy lips. She gave it a few mocking spanks, getting cries out of Gina that were laced with lust and pain alike. Natie licked her dampened fingertips seductively before blowing a kiss towards Alicia at ringside.

Nat was finally in a spot where the ref went to count a pin, but the brunette slid off her to break it before it could hit two. She clearly planned on toying with her some more as she grabbed Gina by the arm. She whipped her towards the corner, letting the listless blonde’s back hit the turnbuckle. Before she could even start to slump, Natasha ran after her and slammed her with a huge clothesline. Gina would have flown over the ropes without the bracing of the pole, making her flop back and her arms draping over the top ropes like a corner scarecrow.

Natie took a few paces back to admire her sloppy, battered handiwork before rolling her shoulders readily.

“Get those cams and jerkin’ hands ready, you horny bitches, cuz you’re gonna love this one!” Nat called out to the haters and fans alike.

She rushed at Gina and before she could crash into her, she grabbed the ropes and flipped over them instead. She landed with her back against the outside of the ringpost, her thighs wrapped around the French wrestler’s neck. Gina gagged as the hanging headscissor caught her tight, Natasha’s entire bodyweight dangling off her to add weight to the choke. Gina tried to paw at her boots and legs, but Natie caught her wrists and pulled them back between the ropes.

While Gina choked, Natie freed up a hand long enough to crook a finger towards Alicia. The busty redhead blushed and looked around a moment before she stepped over the guardrail. She got close enough for Natasha to take her by the chin and draw her in, locking lips with Alicia. The seduced girlfriend melted in her seductive clutches, letting her heavily make out with her in front of the erupting crowd. All while she hung upside down from her girlfriend’s neck, crushing her between her thighs.

Natasha broke the kiss with her lips parted enough to leave a stream of drool between them. She patted Alricia’s cheek and swung herself back upright, flinging the limp Gina back to the mats at her feet. Nat stood over her, spitting down the leftover mixed saliva onto her masked face.

“Your girl left some of that at my place,” Nat gloated as she circled Gina, searching for any last minute fun to have with her.

The French girl looked almost completely out of it. Nat gave her a quick kick to the side, flopping the blonde over to get left on her face and chest. The brunette stepped between her legs, folding them up in a tight little package between her own where it would cause the most pain. She arched herself backward, bending her knees and thighs up as harshly as she could. Gina let out a weak wail, but it sharpened more as Nat caught her arms beneath her chin and bent her spine into an even clearer C-shape. Gina reached for the ropes, but she came up short. What was more, Nat had perfectly angled her so that her raised head was left facing her clapping girlfriend. It was the most important part of her devastating finisher, The Ugly Breakup.

Gina flailed at the air, growing weaker and weaker as the pain ran through her body. She wailed in pain as Nat turned her head to lick up her cheek. She could even smell Alicia’s scent on her lips as she did. Gina shuddered at the invasively intense feelings, and didn’t realize Gina let up enough to pull off her mask until it was too late. The blonde whined and reached for it weakly, just to have her hand swatted away.

“Oh please, you big baby. I’ve taken worse from you than that. Besides, I’m giving it back,” Nat scoffed.

Still in her arching hold, the audience could see her upturned body bent to show off her abs and her breasts bouncing beneath her chin. She made a show of slowly moving her hand down her toned body before stuffing the colorful mask down the front of her short shorts. She rubbed it around in a shamelessly sexual display until she had a good layer of her sweaty scent on it, she raised it back up to shove it messily back on Gina’s face.

“Theeeere we are. Now you can taste what your girly did when I was riding her,” Natasha purred as she tugged it back into place.

She tightened her leg lock, grinding her heel back into Gina’s crotch. Her body shuddered violently as the weakening hold numbed her body into succumbing to the sexual attention she was getting. The sexual musk invading her nose through her desecrated mask went right to work hotwiring her brain. Gina’s eyes rolled as Natasha tapped her foot rapidly, bouncing her heel on her crotch like a rapid gas pedal. Gina began to drool, both from her mouth and pussy as her back cracked in the humiliating hold.

“YEAAAAA! Finish her, Tasha! We love you~! WOOO!” Alicia cheered from ringside.

Watching her lost girlfriend’s bouncing tits flop in front of her was the last thing she saw in the match. Her eyes rolled back as her body bucked hard, squirting hard enough to leak through her leotard. Spit flew from her gasping lips as her quivering hand tried to tap out but couldn’t before she lost all her strength and went limp in her grip. The ref checked the hold and waved for the bell as she remained trapped and out cold.

“Here is your winner by knockout! Natasha ‘The Other Girl’ Parrrrks~!”

Natasha finally released the hold after another finishing jerk. She dropped Gina to the mats before standing over her, posing and flexing with a boot planted on one of the French loser’s tits. She kissed one of her biceps, knowing she was awakening a few more kinks and crushes in the audience before she kicked Gina away, rolling her out of the ring and strutting back up the runway. She gave a dainty little wave over her shoulder as she climbed out of the ring.

“Catch you later, cucks and cuckqueens!” she gloated, blowing them a final kiss before smacking her ass and leaving the stage.

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Natasha cooled off for the night, more than happy with her performance. She’d gotten everything she’d wanted out of the match. She humiliated her opponent, she teased the crowd, she flirted with what’s-her-name long enough to finish the match before forgetting all about her. It was her usual cycle of conquest through the league, taking what she saw fit just for the sake of taking it.

She was nearly ready to leave the arena itself when her phone rang. She saw it was her manager so she picked it up.

“Great show tonight, Natie. We’ve got your next opponent lined up for you,” she announced proudly.

Nat smiled wickedly, already eager to find her next target.

“That’s fast. Love that. So, who’s she dating?”

“Huh?”

“The opponent. The good girl. Who’s she dating?”

“Oh, Jackson? Nobody.”

“Huh.”

Natasha’s wicked expression dropped immediately.

“So they’re married? Engaged?”

“Nope. Jackson’s single. Focusing on her career.”

“Mm.”

Natasha grunted quietly. She kicked at a bit of dust on the floor of the locker room. Her heart already wasn’t in it if there wasn’t somebody she could NTR the shit out of for this match.

“Okay,” she sighed sadly. “I guess I’ll wrestle them or whatever…”

“That’s the spirit. You got her!”

Nat hung up, shrugged and left for the night. It felt like a huge buzzkill, and she always did worse in those matches where she couldn’t be bothered to give a shit. It always made her look deep inside her weird little heart and ask herself if she couldn’t seduce and steal somebody's lover, what was the point of even getting the ring?

She checked her phone, deciding she could check if whats-her-tits was still around for a quickie. Maybe she could milk that a little longer until she had someone else to seduce for her evil schemes.