SS '14 Main Event Hentai Title Match: (C)Marissa Vs. Azami

Preceded By: SS '14 Casino Cash Out Match for the Hardcore Title: (C)Brittany Luvve Vs. "Liberty" Vella
Followed By: Closing Ceremony

Azami "Moon Princess" Tsukimori (Challenger)


Vs.

Marisa Evans (Champion)


Match Type: Trib Battle
Winning Conditions: The wrestler who cannot lift their shoulders for a three count will be declared the loser.
Special conditions: Wrestlers begin the match unengaged until they wrestle into a tribbing position. Once in the position a wrestler cannot break from it unless she loses the match or takes a penalty. If she takes a penalty, her opponent may immediately make her orgasm anyway she desires. Then the wrestlers break and wrestle into a trib position once more. The winner will be declared the AFW Hentai Champion.

The final match of the evening will end on a sultry note as two fierce competitors put their bodies on the line int he ultimate contest for sexual supremacy!

The big day was finally arrived. The events that led to this event had been a bit out of order for Azami, but it still led her here all the same. Standing at the backstage, she felt a little nervous as her upcoming match might be her biggest one yet. A title shot for the hentai belt. She might not be the best contender ever, but right now the chance was hers to take. Her deal with Lukretia should give her a motivation boost to win this, but it's probably not going to be easy.

As her [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQn5lN3GSjc:i85qur35]theme[/url:i85qur35] began to play, Azami made her entrance in her special attire, saved for this occasion, an almost transparent bikini set that gave her a different presence compared to her usual attire. A pair of golden bracelets and armlets, along with a feathery hairpin completed this new outfit of hers, making her looked more like a princess for once. The reaction was a blast, to say the least.

Azami smiled and waved to the crowds before she slipped herself between the top and middle ropes. She twisted around, showing the audience a closer look of her outfit to earn herself more cheers. Helped her a little with overcoming her nervousness too. It's too bad that she might not wear this outfit for too long, considering it's a hentai match and all. Once she was done showing herself off, Azami sighed and went to her corner, waiting for the champion to make her arrival.

L'amour et la Libertà by Naoki Underground began to play, signalling Marisa Evan's arrival. The holder of the hentai belt made her way to the ring in a gold colored bikini, the title slung over her waist. Walking down the ramp that led to the ring, the American waved to the cheering fans as she made her entrance.

Once in the ring, she posed, the belt held high over head in one hand extended overhead while cocking her hips to one side proactively. The fans cheered louder as cameras and camera phones went off, taking their chance to snap a photo of the lovely woman.

Marisa smiled as she saw Azami standing across the ring. She didn't know how, but after their little 'spar', the girl had managed to not only get Lukretia to approve her as a contender but also personally announce the fact a few weeks ago. Handing the belt off to the referee, she went to the middle of the ring.
"Well, well....here we are." she said to Azami with a smile as she waited for the challenger to step forward.

Azami maintained composure as Marisa entered the arena wit the belt on her waist. She gripped the ropes firmly while waiting for the champion posing to the crowds, already felt a little impatient to begin her contest with the model. She smiled back to Marisa and began to approach the center of the ring after the girl handed the belt to the ref, glancing to the prize of this match for a second.

"Hello there, Marisa-san..." she greeted pleasantly. "It didn't go exactly like I thought it'd be... but here I am," she smiled.

Even if she had already seen Marisa's beautiful body in its purest form, Azami couldn't help herself but to look at the girl from tip to toe. She probably could have spent a couple of minutes just adoring the model's body if the ref didn't distract her by explaining the rules. The self claimed princess made sure she understood the stipulation before she gave a nod to the official.

"Are you prepared to lose that belt tonight, Marisa-san?" teased Azami before she raised her arms up, inviting the girl to lock hands with her so the match could start.

Listening to the rules, Marisa nodded to the ref to indicate she understood them. Definitely not a match type she was familiar with, but the model told herself she'd have to adjust.
"Prepared to lose the belt?" Marisa echoed Azami's question. "It's a risk every title holder takes."

With that, the ref called for the bell. Stepping forward, Marisa locked up with Azami. Not known for having a lot of strength, Marisa would give ground, allowing herself to get pushed back a few steps backwards. But she would suddenly release Azami's hands and move to the side, then drop to the mat. As she did, the American placed her foot in front of Azami's ankle, and the other against the back of her calf and pushed, looking to use a drop toe hold to put the Moon Princess face down on the mat!

"I suppose so," Azami smiled as she locked hands with Marisa.

The moment the bell rang, she wasted no time in pushing her opponent to have the initiative. The blue haired girl was a bit surprised that she could push Marisa quite easily, until the champion's true plan was revealed. Azami yelped and lost her balance and tumbled forward as Marisa side stepped, dropped herself and trapped her leg to bring her down to the mat.

"Augh!" the self claimed princess grunted as she unceremoniously fell on her front.

That was a horrible start, to say the least. Azami's face immediately blushed, and hearing Marisa's fans cheering only made her embarrassment multiplied. She tried to turn around, wanting to pull her caught leg away forcibly so she could roll away and get up on her arms and knees.

The Platinum Blond grunted as her opponent pulled her leg out of her hands, taking a few steps backwards.
After Azami yanked her leg away, Marisa watched as she eventually moved to her hands and knees. Moving around to her side, the model turned wrestler broke into a short run vaulting into a forward somersault over the Moon Princess. As she went over, the American hands went to different positions. One moved between Azami's legs, cupping her sex, as the other hooked itself under the Japanese woman's chin. The force of Marisa's somersault would carry her over, putting Azami into a roll up position as the model finished her Oklahoma roll, a pinning move.

The crowd murmured in confusion as they knew, as well as Marisa, that normal pinfalls weren't a part of the match. But as the model held Azami to the mat, the hand between Azami's legs began to sinuously move against the girl's sex through the bottoms of her bikini. Marisa's experience in these matches came through as her fingers began to tease and rub Azami's clitoris through her swimwear, finding the core of her sex easily through the material, although it did offer resistance and kept Marisa from inserting fingers into Azami's pussy for the moment...

Azami didn't have the time to evade the incoming Marisa as she just got up on all four. She yelped when the model caught and roll her into a pinning position, feeling that everything happened a bit too fast until she felt the girl's hand start massaging her bikini-clad sex. It seemed that the Hentai Champion was eager to prove why she held that belt to the challenger right from the start! Azami began to moan, although she's not that distracted yet and was able to squirm around in an attempt to break the pin, knowing that kicking out wouldn't work.

Until she felt Marisa's fingers went for her clit.

The princess felt a jolt inside her body and she let out a louder moan. Having experienced Marisa's expert work on her clit during their so called spar, Azami knew better that it's going to get worse from her, at least in the wrestling aspect, unless she somehow managed to escape the pin. Even her bikini bottom could only protect her so much from the model's expert fingers.

"A-ahnn...! N-not so fast..." she protested before trying to kick harder in order to give herself a little opening, hoping that she could roll around to slow down Marisa's sexual advance at the very least should she's not able to escape from the girl's clutch.

Marisa felt Azami renew her attempts to escape.
"Why are you so eager to get away from me, Azami?" she mock pouted. "Maybe I need to make you feel even better?"
Although she knew forcing an orgasm wouldn't win the match, Marisa felt that if Azami was made docile by a climax or two, if would be easier to trap the girl in a tribbing hold and keep her there for a three count.

With that, she began to to slide her hand under the Japanese girl's bikini bottoms, looking to get under the armor of the material and start producing some skin on skin friction. However, Azami's kicks and squirming managed to roll her out of the pinning position. The hold broken, Marisa's hand slid out from under Azami's bikini as the Asian made her escape. Quickly, the model got back to her feet, setting off in pursuit of the Moon Princess.

"Uhhmm...!" Azami moaned as she felt Marisa's hand slipping under her bikini, although the feeling only lasted for a while since she managed to escape from the girl's hold. "O-oh... feel free to do that... after I beat you, Marisa-san..." she forced a smile. "Right now I have a title to win!"

The self claimed princess already found herself panting slightly as she got up to her hands and knees, her cheeks slightly blushing as she looked at her opponent's. She expected a tough fight, but it'd embarrass her if she let Marisa had her way so easily. It might be delicious, but still... Azami shook the thought and quickly get up on her feet.

"Well, here I come!"

After working so hard to escape the model, though, she now charged towards her opponent to launch her own offense. Azami would attempt to grab an arm of Marisa to yank the girl towards her, so she could try to toss the girl towards the mat while facing down. The blue haired girl was planning to sit on Marisa's back after that, assuming things went smoothly for her.