Post Summer Splash Bikini Special! Angel vs. Natasha!

Alexandra wrote: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 opening notes of the woman's entrance theme 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!"

daemongirl wrote:

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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.

Alexandra wrote: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 an all too familiar theme 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...

Spoiler:

...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.

daemongirl wrote:"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.

Alexandra wrote: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..."

daemongirl wrote: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?"

Alexandra wrote: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?"

daemongirl wrote: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.

Alexandra wrote:"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.

daemongirl wrote:"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.

Alexandra wrote:Angel winced as she hit the mat, lifting a hand to shield her eyes from the bright rays of the sun. It was embarrassing, letting Natasha win their first exchange like that. She would have to make sure it didn't happen again.

She started to sit up, only to realize that Natasha was still holding her arm. She didn't even notice at first, the shock of getting thrown so easily to the mat dominating most of her thoughts. She turned her head towards the woman, ready to fire off another quip towards her, when Natasha sudden came dropping to the mat, right onto her ass beside of Angel. The Latina let out a groan, knowing what was to come, but as she tried to turn herself to the side, to try and strike at Natasha with her free arm, she realized it was too late. Already her arm was between Natasha's legs, those long, bare limbs sliding over her chest, trapping her large, full-sized tits between them. Angel winced again, then let out a deep groan of pain, as Natasha's legs started to clamp together, squeezing her breasts between themselves.

"Nn...aaah!" she cried out, the flesh of her barely-clad breasts pushing upwards, trapped between Natasha's lower limbs. This was a new feeling for her, and it wasn't really one she was enjoying. In fact, she began to enjoy it even less as Natasha started to pull back on her arm, locking it fully into her armbar. She squirmed as the sharp pain began to surge through her arm, the Latina's face twisting up into an expression of pain. She was trapped, but she was far, far from just lying there and taking it.

Gritting her teeth together, Angel began to flex her arm back towards herself, slowly trying to push it against Natasha's hold. She didn't think she could break free (after all, Natasha seemed to be fairly strong, strong enough to keep her under control), but if she could just keep pulling it towards herself, keep the hold from getting too rough, she knew she could focus on making a real escape attempt.

daemongirl wrote:In a single clean move Natasha had tipped the scales of the match in her favor and gotten off to a good start against the world champion Angel, something she had known she needed to do in order to get Angel to take her seriously despite her background as a hentai wrestler. Whether it helped her chances or not she didn't really care, all she wanted was a match against Angel where she got everything the woman could throw at her, otherwise winning would have meant nothing in the long run and she just wouldn't have been able to enjoy yourself. Natasha had learned the move from her judo lessons and it had proven quite effective against those who hadn't researched her much beforehand as it was a move she employed regularly, but what she usually followed it up with was certainly nothing she had learned in her classes.

With Angel having been dropped flat on her back she looked more surprised than hurt but that was all she needed to introduce the woman to one of her favorite holds, the French Lotus, an arm bar that took full advantage of where her legs were during the hold. With Angel's breasts between her legs Natasha locked her ankles together and squeezed hard, her powerful limbs forcing the woman's tits to mushroom upwards between them in quite the visually pleasing display.

The pain however would come not from just one section of Angel's body however as Natasha yanked back on the woman's left arm, straining both her shoulder and elbow to which Angel replied with a low groan of pain. Some arm bar practitioners would release some of the pressure on the captured arm only so they could yank it back down for sudden jolts of pain, but Natasha settled for gradually pulling further back on Angel's arm so as to slowly increase the pressure, conserving as much of her own energy as possible while also giving Angel no lapses in the pain coursing up through her arm. Angel for her part didn't just allow Natasha to do as she pleased, not that she had expected her to, instead she pulled on her arm as much as she could which forced Natasha to arch her back a bit off the ground in an attempt to increase the pressure.

Alexandra wrote:Angel was trapped, and she wasn't sure which was worse, having her arm trapped in the armbar, or having Natasha's legs clamped so tight around her chest, forcing her breasts to push upward. Both were painful, and both were embarrassing, and she hated both parts of the hold.

She let out another cry, as Natasha jerked back on her arm again, pulling it more and more outwards. The strain on her arm and shoulder was only worsening, causing Angel to writhe in pain, her body and her legs writhing and shifting against the mat as she struggled in the hold. She tried to keep flexing her arm towards herself, tried to withstand the pressure, but Natasha wasn't having it, the blue-haired woman only pulling back harder as Angel struggled against her.

She bit her lip, the Latina stifling her own pained cries, as she decided enough was enough. She inhaled sharply through her nose, waiting only a moment longer, before suddenly trying to jerk her opposite shoulder off the mat, trying to turn her body sideways towards Natasha. She knew she couldn't get it up too much, not with her legs pushing her down, but a little bit was all she would need, the champion swinging her free arm towards Natasha, trying to drive her fist hard into the woman's thigh. She wasn't going to be able to just power out of the hold, so she planned on making things as uncomfortable and painful for Natasha as she could.

daemongirl wrote:It was a combination of moves Natasha had uses throughout her nearly two year stint at AFW but it seemed to have caught Angel completely by surprise, fortunate for her but growing more and more unfortunate for the latin beauty as the hold continued. Once this match was done, no matter if Natasha won or lost, she had a feeling Angel would be watching more of her matches just in case she ever ran into her again. Usually one had some time to study up on their opponent for the upcoming match but they had both been told nothing except what to wear and where to show up, Natasha had lucked out actually getting Angel for it was a woman she had studied before back when Heather was preparing to fight her for the title, the same one now sitting over by the announcer.

Natasha didn't believe by any means that this first submission hold would be enough to conquer the champion but she did expect it to play into the rest of the match if she could do enough damage to make it stick, her game plan as always to target and take out the limbs of her opponent. Angel however was fighting with the ferocity she was famous for, that never say die attitude making itself known in how despite the pain she continued to push against Natasha's legs in what the woman had to know would never help her escape the hold.

Then came the real attack, Angel targeting Natasha's thighs with hard punches that were no doubt meant to waken her hold over her and it was working, Natasha not giving her the satisfaction of hearing pained cries from her but only because she bit down on her bottom lip. The time to bring the hold to a close was then she quickly decided but she couldn't just break away without Angel possibly retaliating, instead Natasha brought her feet up and then slammed them straight down into Angel's breasts, using the push to then roll back and away from the champion.

Alexandra wrote:Again and again, Angel drove her fist into Natasha's leg, desperately striking against her thigh. She wasn't going to just like there and take the submission like that. She was full of fight, and she was going to bring it all to Natasha.

She couldn't help but yell out again though, as Natasha's legs suddenly rose up, her feet slamming down hard into the champion's breasts. Her entire body shuddered from the impact, her breasts jiggling for a moment afterwards. Angel herself let out a tired sigh as Natasha rolled away, the Latina forcing her own self to roll in the other direction, putting some space between them.

She rolled onto her front side and started to push up to her hands and knees, one of her hands rubbing slowly at her sore breasts, as she looked up towards Natasha, her eyes intense as she stared towards her. "Heh...not bad, chica," she called out, watching her foe closely. "It's not going to be good enough though..."

daemongirl wrote:Natasha knew if she just broke the hold and tried to pull away Angel could attack her from behind while she wasn't looking, instead of risking that Natasha decided to give the latin woman something else to focus on while she made a clean escape. Her hands remained locked around the woman's arm but her legs did relent, releasing Angel's breasts from between them as they rose up into the air as if Natasha was pulling away, however Natasha had another course of action in mind as she then brought the heels of her feet crashing down on Angel's already sore mounds.

The force of her kick helped to propel Natasha backwards away from Angel, the french woman rolling until she was resting on her knees watching as Angel put some distance between in order to catch her breath after the sudden submission hold. While Angel was still struggling to rise onto her hands and knees Natasha was already back on her feet and fast approaching as she couldn't afford to let the momentum she had created for herself go to waste, pressing the attack her chief strategy at that moment.

She had just about reached the still downed woman when she heard Angel compliment her only to then immediately proclaim her inevitable victory over her, though after watching so many of her promos she wasn't surprised by that at all. Angel from what she could remember was never the sort to praise her opponents in the middle of the match without some other comment following soon after. "Thanks mademoiselle, though I wouldn't be making predictions just yet." She said before reaching down to haul Angel back up to her feet by her right arm, Natasha gripping the wrist and the elbow.

Alexandra wrote:"It's not a prediction, chica!" Angel yelled back at Natasha, as the woman suddenly, as if out of nowhere, closed in on her again. "It's a promise!"

She didn't stop Natasha from grabbing her arm, yanking her back up to her feet. Far from it, she was glad for the help getting back up. It would save her the energy of doing it herself. She didn't like the way Natasha was holding her arm though, gripping it with both of her hands. She would have to do something about that, of course.

Once she was standing again, the Latina suddenly exploded into action. She took a short step back from Natasha, as far as she could manage with the woman still holding her arm, then sharply twisted her body towards her. Up came one of her long, naked legs, the Latina letting out a sharp, suddenly scream as her limb arced towards Natasha, trying to crash into the woman's body with one of her infamous, deadly kicks!

daemongirl wrote:Natasha had always been unsure of what was the best option when her opponent was down on the mat but here she knew she had to get Angel back up to her feet, she was just too close to the ropes to try for another submission hold and leaving her to rest up wasn't an option either. That only left dragging Angel back up to her feet but she had to be careful doing that unless she wanted the woman to make her suffer for it. So as she leaned down she was careful to grab Angel by her arm, gripping the elbow with one hand and her wrist with the other, before hauling Angel back up onto her feet but once there she needed to decide what to do with her.

Angel however knew exactly what she wanted to do to Natasha and sprang into action before the french woman ever had a chance to react to her, the latin beauty pulling away with only Natasha's grip upon her arm keeping her from outright escaping her, but the lightning fast kick that followed tested her ability to hold on. Angel's leg swung in and with a loud thud embedded itself into Natasha's side, her mouth twisting into a look of pain while she was forced to step to the side from the force of the impact. She had only held onto Angel's arm as a instinctual reaction to squeeze anything she had her hands on through the pain, and while Angel's leg would have already returned to the floor Natasha knows she has to strike back fast.

Her hands now begin to act, her right upon Angel's elbow pulling up and pushing forward to turn it over while her left hand pulls the woman's wrist towards her, trying to give her arm a hard twist so that Angel would be bent forward facing the mat. It would then be her leg which snapped up from the floor to strike at Angel, Natasha aiming for the woman's tits yet again.

Alexandra wrote:It felt so satisfying to slam her leg into Natasha's body. So damn satisfying. Angel could only smile at the look of pain on the bluenette's face, especially after having been through that nasty armbar. It felt good to get a little bit of payback, and the feeling of Natasha squeezing tighter on her arm only made it all the more satisfying.

She had hoped that Natasha would let go though, a hope that the Latina quickly found dashed as the beauty suddenly shook off her kick, suddenly twisting her arm around, forcing the Latina to bend over forwards. She winced, tilting her head away from Natasha so that the woman couldn't see the look of discomfort on her face...just in time to see Natasha's leg flying up towards her.

Angel's eyes went wide, and before she could react, Natasha's long, bare leg slammed up into her chest, the impact forcing Angel back up into an upright position. Her large, round breasts shook and bounced as she straightened up, a sharp yell passing through the Latina's lips. She stood there in shock for a moment, before whipping her head around towards Natasha, her eyes narrowing at the woman.

Then, suddenly, Angel let out an angry yell, drawing back her free arm. She held it aloft for but a split-second, before launching it straight towards Natasha, trying to aim a sharp, sudden chop, right into the center of the woman's own chest!

daemongirl wrote:Angel was indisputably a gorgeous woman with a killer body and she both knew and flaunted it every chance she could despite her disinterest in the hentai division. Even in normal matches the latin beauty wore a bikini top with curve hugging black pants that highlighted every line of her long and shapely legs, legs Natasha had been admiring just a moment ago and was now cursing after having felt just how strong they were first hand. Pain radiated outward from where Angel's kick had connected and Natasha's first instinct was another lock up as close as they were together, but she pushed that thought aside quickly.

If she was going to win this match Natasha knew she had to keep Angel on her toes, always guessing as to what the french heiress had planned for her next while Natasha made sure she was always wrong in her assumptions, catching her off guard at every opportunity. If Angel figured out her attacks she would surely have a few counters devised for every one of Natasha's moves, a scenario she just couldn't allow to come to pass or else it would be her on the losing side of things.

With that strategy in mind Natasha took advantage of her two points of control over the woman's arm, sharply twisting it to force Angel into a leaned over position perfect to receive a kick of Natasha's own. Her own powerful leg struck true, crushing Angel's orbs against her chest with enough force the woman recoiled back into an upright stance. Natasha withdrew her leg in preparation for another brutal kick but Angel cut her off with a wild cop against her chest, Natasha's hands slipping from Angel's arm as she stepped back a few feet clutching her chest.

Alexandra wrote:Angel backed off, as Natasha released her arm. Her hurt arm reached up to rub at her sore chest, and her other arm slid upwards to gingerly rub at her hurt arm. She was aching a little bit, and wasn't happy about it. Natasha seemed to be focusing on her arm and her chest, and the idea of it rubbed the Latina the wrong way.

She wasn't worried though. She would just have to make sure that the bluenette didn't get that chance again.

Angel turned back towards Natasha, seeing the woman clutching at her chest, and she grinned, suddenly lunging right back in towards her. She rushed towards the woman, and let out a loud cry as she approached her. One more time, her leg snapped up towards the Frenchwoman, firing off a straight, stiff kick, aimed right for her stomach!

daemongirl wrote:Natasha had been winning the up close battle with Angel and thought to take full advantage of her momentum but her opponent had different plans, delivering a hard chop across the chest of the french woman the sound of which could be heard even over the roar of the small crowd around them. Natasha winced from the pain radiating out from where Angel had struck her chest, her arms coming up to guard her breasts from further punishment as she backed away to get just out of the reach of the latina's legs.

Her arms were still raised when Angel decided she wasn't going to allow a break in the action, the woman charging in and while Natasha stepped in expecting to exchange punches Angel brought her leg up for another kick to Natasha's stomach, throwing the french woman back several feet with one arm holding her stomach while she grit her teeth from the pain. She couldn't let herself get driven on the defensive so easily and Natasha moved exploded forward with her right arm swinging up to deliver a clothesline to the neck of Angel.

Alexandra wrote:Angel drove her foot hard, straight into the stomach of her opponent, the force of the kick throwing Natasha straight back. Angel grinned as she watched the heiress stumble away, and she knew that she was in control now. She just had to deliver a few more solid hits like that, and she knew that the woman wouldn't be able to stand against her.

It was to her surprise though, that the bluenette suddenly came charging in at her, throwing her arm up for the clothesline. Angel's eyes went wide in shock that she had recovered so quickly, but the Latina's experience and instincts quickly took over. She lunged straight towards Natasha as the Frenchwoman came her way, the Latina dipping downwards to duck under her up, springing right back up behind her.

"Too slow, chica~!" she teased as she slipped past Natasha, grinning once more as she popped back up. Once again she lashed out with one of her legs, this time aiming low, trying to drive a swift, hard kick straight into the back of one of Natasha's knees, hoping to send her toppling to the mat!

daemongirl wrote:Natasha was confident that she was both swift and skilled enough to compete with even the best wrestler in the company today and she was certain she would prove just that that during this special exhibition match that had been set up for them. It was an opportunity to put to rest many of the naysayers like Adrian and Taylor who ridiculed her for being in the hentai division, proclaiming themselves to be far above anyone within that division for only they were truly dedicated to wrestling. Defeating Angel here would mean a great deal for the heiress but nothing would be as satisfying as the look on the faces of Taylor and Adrian when news of her victory spread, except perhaps seeing Lukretia when the woman found out.

But all that was still a fantasy and it was up to Natasha to turn it into a reality. She accelerated into a near run from a dead stop in less than a second, her arm swinging up to connect with the neck of Angel in order to send her crashing back down to the mat. Her eyes widened however as Angel threw herself towards her and just as she thought they would collide the latin woman ducked underneath her arm leaving Natasha throwing her arm out at empty space instead of the hot body of her opponent. Now off balance it was a simple task for Angel to bring her down and the punishing kick Natasha felt to the back of her right knee certainly did the job, Natasha yelping in pain as her leg buckled under the strain and she collapsed onto her hands and knees.

She was fortunate not to have fallen flat on her face but Natasha knew she was still in a bad spot as her back was open to Angel and she knew the woman could make good use of such an opening. Looking up she saw the ropes weren't too far away and moved towards them, reaching out with her right hand to try and grab onto the bottom rope before Angel could capitalize.

Alexandra wrote:Angel watched Natasha drop to the mat, her leg bending awkwardly beneath her as Angel's kick found it's mark, sending the bluenette straight to her hands and knees. Perfect. She was right where the Latina wanted her!

Angel stepped towards her, after the woman fell, and when she saw Natasha trying to crawl away, trying to reach out for the ropes, she began to move a little faster. "I don't think so, chica!" she playfully called out towards the heiress, lifting her foot up and driving it downwards, trying to ram a hard, suddenly stomp right into Natasha's back, just as she began to reach out for the ropes, aiming to flatten her back down against the canvas.

"You're not going anywhere," she continued to tease, stepping closer after her stomp. She took a step over Natasha's body, so that one foot was on either side of her, and bent downwards, her firm ass wiggling in the air as she reached down for the woman's hair. "But here, let me give you a hand back up, alright?" She reached down, trying to grab a handful of Natasha's hair in each hand, and slowly would jerk upwards, trying to pull the woman back up to her feet, not wanting to give her a single moment of rest from the Latina's assault.

daemongirl wrote:Natasha was wounded and she knew Angel would not hesitate to strike while the advantage was hers, but she was in no position to fight back and had but one true option left to her and that was to grab hold of the ropes before Angel could act upon this opening. Natasha's stomach burned but she forced herself closer towards the edge of the ring, the ropes just inches from her fingertips as she reached out for them, but she was brought back to reality as Angel drove her down into the mat with a vicious stomp to her back.

"Gawh!" She groaned in pain as she was reintroduced to the canvas face and chest first, her breasts flattened against the floor while her head bounced off it giving her a case of whiplash she was certainly going to feel for the next few days. Looking up she could see the ropes were still so close yet even as she outstretched her arm for the second time to take hold of them Angel was there to stop her once again, those hands of hers digging into the blue mane of Natasha as she dragged her back up onto her feet, Natasha wincing and squirming along the way.

Alexandra wrote:With a mighty yank, Angel pulled Natasha up to her feet, standing behind the woman as she was pulled back up into a standing position. She probably should have stayed grounded, kept Natasha on the mat, but...this was a special match! This one was for all the loyal Friction fans who couldn't see Summer Splash in the USA! This was for them, and Angel was going to try and give them a hell of a show!

Once she had worked Natasha back up onto her feet, Angel let go of her hair, releasing Natasha for but a moment. Her arms quickly slid back downwards, one of them slithering around the bluenette's neck, trying to pull her into a tight sleeper hold. As she did that, her other arm moved lower, trying to wrap around Natasha's waist, trying to pull the woman close against herself. Her body pushed against Natasha's own, her buxom chest smushing up against the Frenchwoman's back, the bare skin of her body slowly rubbing against Natasha's own bare skin. She held her close, and leaned in, softly whispering into the woman's ear.

"Smile for the cameras, chica...remember, this one is for the fans."

She ended her whisper with a sultry purr, right into the ear of Natasha, as she began to slowly rotate her around, trying to point her right towards the bleachers, wanting the audience to get a nice, full view of the woman's front side, as Angel held her against herself!

daemongirl wrote:Her scalp was burning as Angel yanked her upwards by her flowing blue mane, Natasha certain she could feel locks of hair being torn from her head despite holding onto the woman's wrists to alleviate as much of the pressure as she could. There was little she could do to fight Angel for she was still reeling from having her head slammed against the mat, the best she could manage being to make it difficult for Angel to keep her hands in her hair by squirming left and right, but even that wasn't shaking those fingers loose. She yelped in pain but then silenced herself before she let slip anything else, Natasha groaning through gritted teeth while trying to figure a way out.

Angel however would release her before anything came to her but unfortunately for Natasha the woman wasn't being charitable, one of her arms then seeking out and wrapping around Natasha's neck while the other encircled her waist for a sleeper hold. Natasha grabbed hold of the woman's arm, pulling downward to give herself some room to breathe as she couldn't outright break Angel's hold on her, yet despite the very real danger she was in Natasha was beginning to blush from feeling Angel's breasts digging into her back.

As their bodies slid over one another Natasha nearly forgot that this match was not hentai in nature, confused on why Angel wasn't trying to transition into something worse until she heard her tell her to smile. Natasha's eyes opened wide in sudden realization to stare at the crowd in front of her, all of them on their feet and many taking pictures of her while Angel had her on display for their enjoyment.

She loved entertaining the fans but not as some trophy for them to gawk at, Natasha gritting her teeth in frustration while her mind looked for a way out. "How about you show yourself off then." Natasha muttered to her before lifting her right arm up and driving her elbow back hard into Angel's stomach, twisting her body just enough to the side to let the elbow pass her by.