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

The crowd was cheering, stomping it's feet, fans desperately trying to rally their chosen competitor as the count reached two.

Marisa didn't register the one count. The senses shattering climax had driven her that much out of focus. Hearing the two count, the model tried to lift her body and sit up, but a feeling of heaviness and exhaustion had settled over her. The only thing that came up was her head, slightly, before it dropped back to the mat.

The ref brought both hands down for the three count, but stopped one of them as she noticed Azami had gotten her shoulders up.

"Three!"
The final count sounded, signaling Asami's victory as the ref called for the bell, while untangling Marisa's legs from the new champion's.

For Marisa, the tolling bell brought a feeling of despair and shock, as she realized that she had lost the match, and with it, the title. Panting, she placed a hand over her face as that feeling of loss settled in.

Azami saw Marisa also tried to get up, but she almost couldn't believe it when the model ultimately slumped again to the mat. The ref counted for the third and final time soon after, and then there was the bell. Azami was still half lying on the mat as the cheers erupted from the stands. She was surprised to say the least. The blue haired girl might have told herself that she could win this, but her victory still came as a shock to her as it had been a pretty close match. It took her a couple of seconds to realize that she wasn't dreaming. She had won.

"I did it..." the self claimed princess mumbled as she starting to sit up. "I did it...!" she confirmed, a bit louder.

Looking at Marisa across her, Azami wasn't really sure what to do. She could celebrate her title first and console the model after, or do it the other way around. Eventually, she decided to crawl towards the previous champion and knelt next to her.

"It was... truly an intense match, Marisa-san..." she said to the girl. "I... would like to do it again sometime..."

Giving Marisa a little nod, Azami then raised to her feet sluggishly. She was out of breath and standing up already took a great amount of effort as it was. The princess stared on the roaring fans for a bit, before she raised her fist to the air, posing for the crowds and celebrate her hard fought victory with a deep sigh.

Marisa eventually made her way to a sitting position as Azami knelt down next to her. She nodded her thanks for the Asian's understanding words.
"I'd be honored to..." she'd reply before taking a deep breath to try and gain some sense of composure as she stood up.

As she saw the referee enter the ring with the belt, the model intercepted her on the way to Azami, holding her hand out for the belt. The ref girl looked at her dubiously, an eyebrow raised. She had been officiating in the AFW for quite awhile, and Marisa didn't seem the type to try and dash off with the belt, or try to brain someone with it, but the ref also knew this was her first title loss.
"It's ok...I promise I won't..." the defeated champion left the statement hanging.
"Don't make me regret this..." the ref warned her as she handed Marisa the belt.

Walking over to Azami as the girl finished posing, Marisa looked at the belt, holding it in her hands as the crowd went quiet.
After a moment, she placed it in Azami's hands.
"You were amazing, Azami. Really." she said loudly, so Azami could hear her as the crowd roared anew. "You earned this, every bit. Wear her well."
She would then place a hand on Azami's shoulder while using the other to raise one of the Japanese woman's hand in victory, before starting to make her exit, leaving the stage to Azami. Frustration and loss would be her companions soon, she knew, but for now, Marisa took small solace in the comfort she had managed to keep her sense of fair play and honor about her in the face of one of her most devastating losses.....

The announcer's voice called out loudly above the cheering fans "The Winner and New AFW Hentai Champion, Azami Tsukimori!"