Post Summer Splash Bikini Special! Angel vs. Natasha!

Angel vs. Natasha
Bikini Match
Standard Rules
Win by Pin, Submission, or K.O.

Exactly one month after Summer Splash had ended, once all the participants had returned to Japan, the AFW had a surprise for their loyal Japanese fans that couldn't make it to the USA for the event. A special ring had been set up at the beach not too far from the main Friction arena, and several sets of bleachers had been set up outside it. The event had actually been opened to the public, and anyone could come watch the match that had been set up for the afternoon...provided, of course, that they were of the proper age.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" cried the AFW official who was standing in the center of the ring, dressed in a simple one-piece swimsuit, lifting her microphone to her lips to address the crowd as the time for this match drew near. "Today we have a very special event for you! We here at the AFW know that most of you couldn't make it to Atlantic City for Summer Splash...and with the way things have been for our American competitors lately, that's probably a good thing...but we haven't forgotten our most loyal fans!" The woman paused, gesturing widely towards the crowd, earning a few loud cheers and screams from them. "So just for today, for one match only, we're going to give you a taste of what you all missed! A special match for all of you, our most loyal, dependable Japanese fans!"

She turned to the wooden ramp that was near the ring, leading up to a big, wooden stage on the beach. The stage had been separated into two sections, so that neither of the competitors would see each or know who they were up against, until the time for the match came. "We have two of our best and brightest stars with us today, and they're guaranteed to give you a show you'll never forget! So without further ado, let me introduce our first competitor to you all!"

She gestured towards the stage again, at the wide curtains keeping the participants hidden from the crowd. "Our first competitor!" she continued, as the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7n8MJ_aZlE:grg2l086]opening notes of the woman's entrance theme[/url:grg2l086] began to play over the speakers that had been set up along the edges of the stage. "You know her! You love her! The one, the only...Natasha Locleeeeeeear!"

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Natasha Loclear stood behind the curtain on her side of the stage that had been constructed specially for the mtahc being held that day as a special treat for all of the fans who hadn't been able to make the long trip over to the United States to watch Summer Splash. It had been an interesting experience to be seen in front of an entirely new crowd who cheered and booed for different moves and wrestlers than the usual Japanese crowd, but she was happy to be back in Japan where there were fewer distractions than Atlantic City and a friendlier crowd. She had been approached to take part in this match just the day prior and could have turned it down if she had wanted, but any chance to compete was good with her and she rather liked the idea of doing something special for the fans.

They never did tell her who her opponent was going to be and so as she waited for her name to be called Natasha pressed her ear to the wall separating her side of the stage from the other, trying to listen for a voice she might recognize but she had heard nothing by the time they called her name. Natasha had chosen a white one piece swim suit over a bikini given that this was a normal match rather than a hentai one, the one piece wouldn't come off so easily she reasoned, and judging by the low roar of the crowd as she stepped through the curtain the crowd found it to their liking.

Natasha stood on the stage striking a few sexy poses to the joy of the fans who whistled and called out her name, more than one request for her hand in marriage coming from them as well to which she smiled and waved but didn't say anything in answer. After a few moments of this Natasha, who already had a light sheen to her skin from the thin layer of sweat over her body, strolled down the ramp while waving to the fans as she passed. It wasn't a long ramp and soon she was reaching up to grab onto the middle rope, pulling herself up onto the apron before stepping through the ropes.

She paused after putting one leg through to give the crowd a little show, grinding the rope between her breasts as the crowd cheered her on, and then brought the rest of her inside the ropes. Walking around the ring she made sure to visit each side so none of the fans felt passed over, waving just a bit more before moving to the center of the ring.

"Thank you all for coming today to witness this special match! Your continued support means more than you guys could ever know for without you there is no AFW, which would mean I wouldn't have anywhere to go to get a good fight so please consider today's match as my thank you to you all. Now if you will excuse me I have someone's butt to kick." Natasha called out trying to make sure everyone could hear her, the crowd was a modest one as you couldn't hold an arena's worth of people at a place like this so she didn't need a microphone. Once she said her piece Natasha walked to the ropes farthest from the stage and leaned against them, her arms draped over the top rope while she looked to the stage waiting for her opponent to come on out.

The official stepped back, and let Natasha make her entrance, waiting for the blue-haired beauty to state her piece before moving back to the center of the ring, lifting her microphone back up to her lips once more.

"And now for our second competitor!" she cried out, as the early rhythms of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxCsy0wPlIE:2o0m4j0j]an all too familiar theme[/url:2o0m4j0j] began to rise up from the makeshift arena's speakers. "I think you all know her even better! The Lightning Latina! Miss Summer Splash! And your Friction champion! It's none other then...Aaaaaangeeeeeel!"

The moment her name was called, Angel herself stepped forward through the curtains and onto the wooden stage, spreading her arms wide, a huge grin on her face as she made her appearance. The crowd, predictably enough, went nuts as the white-haired woman stepped through the curtains, no one believing that the actual Friction champion would have been one of the women in this special exhibition. But there she was, in the flesh, and everyone in attendance knew they were in for something good today.

Angel began to head down the ramp, towards the ring, a cocky swagger to her step as she moved down the short wooden apparatus. She was feeling pretty damn good with herself. She had just come off of a huge win at Summer Splash, defending her title against Natalia, and cementing her position as the Miss Summer Splash in the company. She was dressed quite plainly today. A pair of sunglasses covered her face, and her body was hidden quite well behind a tightly wrapped beach robe. Her title, of course, was slung over one of her shoulders, and on her feat was a simple pair of beach sandals.

She planned on enjoying herself today. The title wasn't on the line, there was nothing at risk or at stake. Her Angel, her opponent, and the crowd, just the way she liked it. She was going to take it easy, give these people a show, and pick up another win for herself. No worries, no sweat.

Once she reached the ring, Angel headed to the steps at the corner, climbing up them slowly, then bending over to pass through the ropes and into the ring. Once she entered, she headed to the official and handed off her title and her sunglasses, then moved straight towards one of the corners of the ring, the corner closest to where the crowd looked the most packed. She climbed up to the top of the corner, grabbed her robe, and suddenly thrust it open, revealing the Latina's swimsuit to everyone who was watching...

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...and of course, the sight of the champion, wearing such a skimpy bikini, only caused the crowd to go wilder, cheering at not just Angel, but the thought of the two women fighting and grappling against one another, their bodies rubbing and pushing against each other. There wasn't a single person in the audience who wasn't excited for this, and Angel could feel their excitement. It only served to make her more eager for the match ahead, the Latina ready to get this thing started.

She hopped off of the turnbuckle and turned towards Natasha, leaning back into the corner, stretching her arms out over the ropes and adopting a relaxed pose, as she let her eyes trace over her opponent. She knew who Natasha was, of course. Everyone did. She had built up quite the reputation behind her in her AFW career. She had never met her face-to-face like this though, and Angel had to admit that she was quite eager to see what the woman could do.

She glanced over Natasha again, her eyes trailing back up her body, until she reached her face, locking her eyes with her. She gave her a single, slow nod, flashing Natasha a smile, as they waited for the match to get fully underway.

"Sorry if I took a while, got a little carried away." Natasha said as she nodded to the announcer to indicate that she was indeed finished with her entrance while she took a seat upon the middle rope, getting comfortable as she prepared to finally get introduced to who her opponent was going to be for the match.

She had her suspicions of course with Natalia and Marisa being chief amongst them, this was an event organized for the fans after all which meant like her the other woman would have to be fairly popular with the home crowd which both of them were. The problem though is if it was one of them, or any of the others I've thought about since finding out about this matcj, then wouldn't this have been a hentai match instead? A hentai match would have made sense given how incredibly popular they were with the fans for obvious reasons, but this match was set to be normal rules which puzzled her further.

She was still mulling over the question of who her mystery opponent was going to be when the announcer began to introduce them, but even with all the people that had crossed her mind Natasha was stunned to find it had been none of them. Natasha recognized the theme music at once as had the rest of the crowd but she couldn't believe it, even as the announcer began to list off the various names and titles the woman who owned this theme held, and irritating her a bit by saying they knew this woman even better, Natasha refused to believe that she had somehow stumbled into a match she had long wanted. Natasha leaned forward still expecting someone else to step through those curtains but the woman who burst out onto the stage was none other than the champion of the AFW herself, Angel.

Natasha had to blink a few times before she trusted what she was seeing, but once she had come to terms with it a broad smile spread across her soft pink lips, the french woman's eyes wide with anticipation of getting her shot at taking down the top woman in the league. It wasn't just about being able to fight the champion though, Angel was a beautiful woman and skilled wrestler with or without the belt, finally being able to go one on one with Angel where nothing was on the line was an opportunity she never thought she would have.

"This is my lucky day!" Natasha said excitedly to herself while Angel made her way down to the ring, her gaze glued to the latina as she took her time ascending the steps and slipping into the ring. The woman was still clad in her robe as she handed both her sunglasses and her title over to the referee, leaving Natasha and the fans in suspense until she climbed the turnbuckle next to Natasha and threw open her robe, revealing a bikini so small and tight to the woman's body Natasha almost didn't believe it.

Whoa, . She glanced down at her own swimsuit and suddenly felt like she was the conservative one between them, a strange thought given what she knew about Angel but between the two of them she was showing the least amount of skin. Natasha walked over to the corner while Angel moved to her own, both women soon gazing along one another's form while they waited for the bell to ring. Whether Angel approved of her body or of just her in general she didn't know but Angel must have liked something she saw as she shot her a grin and a nod, Natasha smiling as she then returned the pleasantry with a nod of her own.

Natasha thought for a moment of calling out to Angel, wishing her luck, but she quickly decided against it for if the woman wanted to exchange words like those she would said them already. Instead Natasha smiled and gazed into Angel's eyes from across the ring, and when that bell finally sounded she emerged from her corner and moving swiftly closed in on Angel with her hands raised, reaching out to lock up with the woman trying to overpower her with a quick show of force.

As Angel leaned in the corner, waiting for the bell to ring, she took another moment to look over Natasha, her eyes tracing up and down the woman's body again. She hadn't seen too many of Natasha's matches, but given her appearance and what Angel had heard about her, she felt she knew enough. The girl looked pretty fit and in good shape, and from what she had heard about her hentai career, Angel assumed she would be pretty flexible, too. No worries though. Angel knew she could handle her.

When the bell finally rang, Angel stepped out of her corner, lifting up her arms as she began to move towards Natasha. She planed on inviting the blue-haired beauty into a lock-up, but the Latina couldn't help but be surprised when Natasha suddenly came charging across the ring towards her. Angel planted her feet firmly against the mat, bracing herself for the impact. When her hands met with Natasha's though, she found herself being forced back a few steps, giving ground to the eager Natasha.

"Heh...no time for pleasantries, chica?" she teased at her opponent, flexing her arms to start pushing back towards her, trying to force Natasha back and regain the ground she had lost. She kept her voice low, staring right into Natasha's eyes as she tried to power back against her. "Not even a proper introduction, even? I'm almost hurt, you know. You really should learn to slow down and do these things properly..."

While Angel gazed upon Natasha the french woman was doing much the same, her ocean blue eyes trailing up and down along the champion's body until by chance their gazes met, Natasha smiling warmly at her soon to be opponent but refusing to be the first to break away. Natasha had watched plenty of Angel's matches, even before she was on the AFW roster, and she knew most of Angel's moves by heart though she doubted the same could be said for Angel. The woman had never made her disinterest in hentai matches a secret so her thinking was Angel had likely watched few of her matches, an advantage she was going to need to walk out of here a winner.

The anticipation for the match to start now that she knew the identity of her opponent was far worse than it had been before, Natasha wondering for a moment what was making a thumping sound before she realized it was her own foot tapping against the canvas floor. No sooner had she brought her foot back under control did the bell ring at last, the smile that had been present on Natasha's lips growing even wider as she rose from her corner with her hands raised before her, her sights set on Angel who was now coming towards her.

Feeling she was moving too slowly for her tastes Natasha bounded across the ring and met her halfway between the center of the ring and Angel's corner, the two women locking up and with her momentum Natasha even managed to force Angel back a couple of steps. The toned muscles in her arms tensed up as she pushed against Angel, the woman having recovered from the initial meeting and was now fighting back which had them at a standstill as neither women gave any ground to the other. It was only then as Angel chastised her that Natasha realized the woman was right, as much as she had studied her Natasha had never met the woman properly and introductions were in order.

"Oh how rude of me, but then again what better time than now for introductions?" Natasha replied with a playful tone to her voice even as she gave Angel another hard shove, her breasts brushing against Angel's own in the process. "My name is Natasha Loclear, actual winner of the Temple Games and number one contender for the hentai title, and you are?"

As Angel stood firmly in place, pressing back against Natasha, she could already feel beads of sweating rolling down her face, the burning sun above shining down on the two grapplers as they struggled for dominance. Angel's body was tense, rigid, not wanting to give Natasha a single inch of ground, but at the same time Natasha was doing the same to her, refusing to let the Latina get any sort of advantage.

The Latina's voice took on it's own playful tone, as she responded to Natasha's sudden shove with one of her own, her generous bust pushing into Natasha's as she did so. "Winner of the Temple Games? Funny, I don't remember you being on my team," Angel teased, letting out a soft tsk towards Natasha. "And that's cute, that you're the number one contender for the Hentai belt. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Angel. You might of heard of me? The current Friction champion?"

Her smile shifted into a smirk, as she tried to give Natasha another sudden shove, trying to force the woman back again. "You know. The best wrestler in this entire damn company?"

Natasha had learned just how physically dominating Angel could be just from watching footage of her matches as she climbed the rankings and eventually took the world title, but it hadn't been until after Heather described her match with Angel that she learned of the mental game she employed so well. Angel was never shy about saying what was on her mind, her promos were proof of that, but within a match she took it to an entirely different level in order to get into her opponent's head. Thinking back to that failed title match of theirs Natasha suddenly wondered if Angel knew about her past relationship with the woman she had brutally dismantled almost two years ago, but if she did then either she simply didn't care or was very good at hiding it.

She pushed that thought aside as she needed to keep her focus upon the woman standing in front of her and not thoughts of the past, which of course meant forming a reply to Angel's little taunts. Before she could answer her however Natasha had to fend off another surge from Angel, the woman's renewed efforts driving the french woman back a step before she regained her footing and held firm against her once more.

"Your team may have won but none of you collected as many pendants as I, and maybe you won't think its so cute when this lowly number one contender beats you with everyone watching." Natasha replied teasingly and with a smirk of her own, not giving the woman an inch physically or verbally so long as she could help it. "And so you know, until you've beaten me you can't make that claim." She added after a few moments of continued struggle between the two bombshells, Natasha flashing the woman a playful glance just before she would step backwards rather than trying to push forward, pulling on Angel as twisted her body trying to toss the woman over her shoulder and down onto her back.

"Doesn't matter how many pendants you got, chica," Angel was quick to fire back "It's a team game, and your team came up short!" She leaned in towards Natasha, putting her full weight into trying to shove the blue-haired beauty back again. "You may have gotten a personal best, but my team is the one everyone remembers!"

Angel felt a few more beads of sweat roll down her body, her dark skin glistening under the afternoon sun. The crowd was already electric, cheering and screaming for the two women as they struggled against each other. They seemed to be fairly evenly split, Natasha getting just as many cheers and just as much support as the champion was. Angel didn't seem to notice though, fully focused on proving her dominance over Natasha. She started to lean back, ready to surge forth again, trying to give Natasha one more big shove, but then...

Then, suddenly, the hentai contender stepped back, giving Angel a yank in her direction. Before the Latina could fully comprehend what had just happened, she came hurtling forth towards Natasha, falling into her twisting motion. Up off of her feet she came, and the next thing she knew, Angel was lying on her back on the canvas, looking up at the bright sky above in shock, briefly stunned by the sudden sharp impact of hitting the mat. The crowd went wild as it happened, and many of the cheering voices shifting to support for Natasha, impressed by her catching the champion with such ease.

"And yet none of your team could beat a rookie with only one match under her belt, says a lot about your team doesn't it?" There was much more Natasha wanted to say in answer to Angel's little shot at her regarding the temple games but she held her tongue and simply smiled a little wider, Natasha confidant what she had planned next for the woman would be a much better answer than anything more she could possibly say to her.

It was only then that she noticed the low roar of the crowd around them, having half forgotten them after discovering she was to fight Angel. With their stalemate dragging on the crowd grew louder, each fan doing their best to cheer their personal favorite onto winning this first exchange between them, and to her ear it seemed those cheering for her were equal in number to Angel's followers. It wasn't as if Natasha would have fought any less if her fans were in the minority but it still felt good to hear she wasn't considered the underdog in this contest by those they were here to entertain.

Her thoughts were pulled back to the fight at hand when she felt Angel surging forward with another hard shove, but this time Natasha knew how to handle the aggression and sprang into action without hesitation. She used the Latin woman's own strength against her as she swiftly spun her body to the side and dragged Angel up and over, depositing the woman flat on her back in the center of the ring with a resounding thud while still holding onto one of her arms. While the crowd cheered her on Natasha worked quickly so as not to waste the opportunity she had created for herself, placing the trapped arm between her legs before dropping down onto her ass, sliding her legs over the woman's chest and catching Angel's tits between them with a squeezing hold. She would then yank back on her arm to lock in the arm bar proper, applying pressure to both her mounds and her arm.