AV 14 Swiss Miss Strip Match for the Hentai Title: Natasha Loclear Vs. Marisa Evans

Preceded by: Commencement Ceremony featuring Gwendolyn DuPont Bettencourt
Followed by: Lucy Grange Vs. Gail Hatzis: When Santa's Away, the Elves Will Play Match

Natasha Loclear


Vs.

Marisa Evans

Match Type: Swiss Miss Strip Match
Winning Condition: First to force their opponent to orgasm will be declared the winner.
Special Stipulations: Any orgasm forced before a wrestler is completely naked will not count for winning the match. The wrestlers will fight in a ring covered in chocolate and must come to the ring dressed in a traditional Swiss dirndl. The winner will be declared the new Hentai champion.


The traditional "Swiss miss" has long been a symbol of carefree youth and innocence. Today we pay homage to the host city by holding an epic battle of hedonism! For the chance to be crowned AFW's reigning hentai champion, the wrestlers must peel off these traditional garments as well as their inhibitions!

Tonight was the big night, the one she had been waiting exactly one year for after winning the hentai title contract at last years Avalanche, and she felt both apprehensive and thrilled all at the same time. It felt a little strange to be facing Marisa for the title though for she had given up on that dream match up back when Azami had defeated the woman for the title over the Summer. But Azami had stepped out of the picture and now the very woman Natasha had set her heart on fighting for the title, and the right to be known as the best Hentai wrestler in the AFW, back at Summer Splash was getting ready to face her somewhere in the building. She hadn't known what to think when she saw Marisa come down the ramp to claim a spot in the title match against her, especially with Xenia there to complicate matters, but after having the flight to the Alps to think things over she realized just how well events had played out for her.

"Tonight is the night Natasha, now you just have to go out there and show everyone how you got to this match in the first place." Natasha said to herself as she stared into the locker room's mirror to psyche herself up, reminding herself of how hard she fought to get there. She didn't have long before it would be time to go on out but she was as ready as she was going to get, making last minute adjustments to the swiss outfit she had to wear for the title match. While it wouldn't have been her first choice, or maybe even her second, Natasha liked how the dress accentuated her curves and was tight around the midsection. It consisted of a white blouse that she knew would get filthy very quickly along with a black skirt and a red apron, flat black shoes and long white stockings finishing the outfit. She was already imagining Marisa wearing an identical copy of it and it was with that thought on her mind Natasha left the locker room and made her way to the entrance ramp.

When she signaled the staff the lights in the arena cut out and her music began to play, just a beat at first that began to steadily grow faster in tempo while over a thousand LED lights lit up over the ceiling of the arena like the night sky full of stars. Blue beams of light rained down upon the fans as if everyone was caught in a rain storm while an actual waterfall poured over the entrance, but the moment the music entered its second phase and lyrics began the waterfall split and Natasha Loclear stepped out to the cheers of the crowd. Her long blue hair flowed down over her shoulders like a cascading waterfall, Natasha brushing it out of her face before starting towards the ring, waving to the fans as she strolled down the ramp with one lucky woman getting a kiss upon the lips for holding a sign that read "Natasha as champion or we riot!"

It wasn't until Natasha climbed into the ring that the fans could see she wasn't wearing any panties, a bold move that Natasha was hoping Marisa would take as well. She carefully put her left foot down on the chocolate covered floor before stepping through with her right, somehow avoiding getting any of the chocolate covering the ropes on her outfit in the process before she began to walk around the ring waving for the crowd.

"Introducing first we have a knockout combination with a stunning beauty of both french and russian heritage, the woman who defeated two others for the right to stand here tonight and fight for the Hentai Championship! Please give it up for Rain, or as we know her Natasha Loclear!"

To Marisa, it seemed as if fate was a quirky mistress these days. She had been defeated at Summer Splash, losing the Hentai title in the process. Then the day after, the model had gotten into a confrontation with Kelly Conway that had left her with a separated shoulder and put her on the injured list for months. However, Marisa had been given a shot, almost out of the blue, to reclaim her title. Even if it was on the whim of someone who might be a certifiable psychopath.

All she had to do was beat Natasha Loclear, a woman she felt was perhaps most sensually talented wrestler since Belinda Leroux. Not to mention she had to prevail in a wet and messy sort of match, in which Marisa's record was spotty at best. Still, it was a chance to end 2014 on an upswing, and the American felt ready. At the very least, she planned to give the fans memories that would warm many winter nights to come!

Marisa's music began to play, the notes of L'amor Et La Liberte filling the SEG Geneva Arena. Dressed in the Swiss dirndl, the model grasped the hems of the skirt and curtsied after stepping through the curtain. Admittedly, this was probably the most clothing she had ever worn to a hentai match. Laughing, she gave a single twirl, the skirt flaring about her legs, before coming down the ramp, touching the fan's outstretched hands with her own as she came down.

Climbing into the ring, Marisa paused as she stepped over the second rope, while ducking under the top one. While bent over, the model grasped the skirt and pulled it up, revealing that she too had neglected to wear any sort of underwear. Hardly a surprise for dedicated fans, as most knew the model disdained putting on more 'armor' than was necessary for a match, almost as a dare to her opponent's as well as a display of confidence. She made a mock 'oops' expression to the crowd before stepping fully into the ring, the announcer introducing her.

"And now entering the ring, the second challenger for the Hentai Championship! From New York, in the United States of America, a former holder of the Hentai title belt, Marisa....Evans!"

Standing in the center of the ring, Marisa waved to the crowd before turning and blowing a kiss to each side of the ring. Then she faced Natasha. Squatting down, she ran a finger through the gooey, chocolate mess on the floor and then brought it to her lips. Her tongue darted out, quickly licking the digit clean in a sensually sinuous movement as she winked at her blue haired opponent.

Natasha found herself glancing upward at the recreated night sky that blanketed the ceiling of the arena and recalling just how far she had come since her debut nearly two years before. As she progressed through the ranks and gathered a faithful following of her own her entrance had changed to match, having originally been just a few LED lights and a bit of music, but now she watched as rain fell around her in the form of blue lights with the crowd calling out her name and savored the moment. It was also exciting to think that her entrance was the first thing all the fans were seeing on the night of the largest pay per view event of AFW, Avalanche, Natasha starting the show off in style.

In the end though her entrance was just a small moment in the course of the evening and one that had to end so that her opponent could have her own moment in the spotlight before the action truly began. Marisa's entrance was far simpler than Natasha's, and she suspected a lot more cost effective, but Marisa had a presence about her and made it no less exciting to watch than Natasha's own, captivating the audience who cheered for her just as loudly as ever.

Natasha normally liked to take a seat on the ropes to give her opponent all the room they desired as they entered the ring but at the moment they were all drenched in chocolate, and while it would mean nothing once the match got going she wanted to keep her dirndl clean until then. So instead she stood in the corner and watched as Marisa made her way down to the ring and stepped through the ropes, proving in the process that Natasha had guessed right when it came to her choice of underclothes. "Been a while Marisa, its good to see you're as enticing as ever." Natasha said with a laugh as the woman licked her finger clean of chocolate.

"Hope you won't hold it against me when I beat you tonight Marisa. I can't afford to let this opportunity pass me by, so what do you say we finish what we started two years ago when our match was rained out?"

Smiling at Natasha, Marisa replied, "Natasha. You look as ravishing as ever."

The model tool a few steps forward.

"Still, despite that, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you. I've come to reclaim my title, and you're not going to stop me."

When the bell sounded, Marisa lunged for Natasha, trying to get her arms around the blue haired girl's waist and hip toss her down into the chocolate!

So much had happened since their match two years earlier and yet she felt like a rookie once again, facing off with a veteran with years more experience than she had. It was quite the nostalgia trip for Natasha even if they had exchanged their bikinis for these dirndl, but while that match had ended without a winner this one was only going to end with one of them standing tall, belt in hand, while the other looked on in disbelief that they had come up short.

"That won't be me." Natasha thought to herself while picturing Maria, stripped of all clothing and laying on her back with chocolate covering every inch of her exquisite skin. It was enough to get her licking her lips already.

"You're not getting away like last time Marisa, this night won't end until I hold what I earned...the hentai championship." The french heiress proclaimed with the utmost confidence in her voice, arms crossed over her chest as she flashed Marisa a playful smirk, her body feeling far warmer underneath those spotlights than she could remember being in a long time.

Then at long last the announcer gave the signal and the match, as well as Avalanche, was officially underway with Marisa wasting no time in getting up close and personal with Natasha. The model was quick in getting her arms around Natasha's waist but the bluenette was no slouch herself, countering with a grab for Marisa's head to pull her in for a side headlock.

The platinum blonde grunted as Natasha countered into a headlock.
"Unngh....well, you're in for a long night Natasha." she replied to her opponent.

A headlock was an effective hold. But Natasha's footing wasn't on a solid mat or floor. Quickly, Marisa went to slide one of her legs against the other woman, looking to hook it and then yank it out from under Natasha to put her off balance. Then Marisa would sharply shove Natasha from behind while pulling her head back to attempt to escape the hold. Hopefully the escape would work, and if it really, really worked, would sent Natasha tumbling down into the chocolate!

If successful, Marisa would stand up straight and point down at Natasha, laughing and giggling.
"Hehehe, after a fall into chocolate, there would have to be some snickers! Eh...eh!?" she quipped.
Some of the people in the front row would groan at the pun about the candy bar.

"Now on that we agree Marisa, for you see I don't intend to leave you alone in the ring after I beat you." Natasha said hinting at what she had planned for the two of them once the match was over and the hentai title was hers at long last. She kept her words just vague enough however to get the woman thinking, a mystery for her to think on rather than the match at hand.

Natasha pressed her forearm up against Marisa's chin to secure the headlock, keeping Marisa from going anywhere while she let the fingertips of her left hand brush down along the blonde's spine. Her fingers inevitably reached Marisa's ass, the thin skirt having done a good job of blocking her view of what her and everyone else in the arena wanted to see but it did little to stop her from giving the woman's rear a loving squeeze.

While she was enjoying the fruits of her labor however Marisa worked to turn the tables on the Frenchwoman, Natasha only realizing where Marisa's leg was as she was falling backwards after the hard shove from the former champion. Natasha landed with a soft thud and a splash as the chocolate splattered all over the sides of her dirndl, Natasha pushing herself upright with her elbows while she glanced up at Marisa in pure disbelief.

"I bet one would taste good right now after I dipped it inside your sex Marisa...but since theres none around how about I fill that craving of yours a different way?" Natasha let out before suddenly bringing her left leg swinging in from the side to sweep Marisa off her feet and knock her flat onto her back as repayment for what she had just done to her. Of course she wouldn't be satisfied with just getting even, Natasha would then run her fingers through the chocolate and give Marisa just what she undoubtedly wanted by reaching under her skirt and plunging her chocolate covered digits inside Marisa's waiting sex.

Marisa's eyes widened as Natasha suddenly kicked her legs out from under her. The model's footing proved every bit as perilous as her opponent's. With a splash, Marisa found herself covered in the chocolately mess.

"How rude..." she said, more than a little hypocritically.
At that point, Natasha said something about dipping a chocolate bar in her womanhood. That caused one of Marisa's eyebrows to raise.
"Well, you know that doesn't seem very hygienic at all. Kinky, though. Very kinky-oomph!"

She was cut off as suddenly the blue haired vixen went after her sex! Gasping as she felt Natasha's chocolate fingers enter her, the former Hentai champion writhed from the sudden penetration.

Quickly, Marisa brought her legs up, trying to scissor them around the other woman's head and neck. Then, she would attempt to use her legs to drag Natasha off of her and toss her to the side, hopefully on her hands and knees. From there, Marisa would rise to her knees and then lunge at Natasha from behind, trying to tackle her into the gooey mess and land on the European's back!

Natasha had always been proud of her technical wrestling ability, viewing it as the main difference between her and every other erotic wrestler out there, but Marisa surprised her with how quickly she exploited her footing and before she could course correct Natasha was flat on her back in amidst the chocolate staring up at the model turned wrestler. If they had been in a pool of the sweet smelling desert Natasha would have been drenched in the fine chocolate already, but with the ring being merely covered in the stuff only the back of her dirndl and her hair ended up dripping with chocolate.

But if Marisa wanted to get down and dirty from the very beginning then Natasha was only too happy to oblige her, bringing the woman down into the chocolate to join her with a swift kick to the back of her legs. Marisa didn't seem to believe in the concept of what goes around comes around but Natasha chose not to reply, merely rolling her eyes as she got up onto her knees and went right back on the attack. Only what she sought then was not another hold but the start of what they were really there to do.

Her fingers slid past Marisa's nether lips easily enough thanks to the woman's own arousal and the chocolate which covered her hand, a playful smirk spreading over the Frenchwoman's lips as she explored Marisa's inner depths with her all to eager fingertips. There was still a lot of match ahead of them however so Natasha kept her pace slow, her fingers roaming through Marisa's folds while her eyes watched the woman's face to gauge where she was weak. "Since when was there anything hygienic about what we do out here?" She said in reply to Marisa's earlier comment now that she had a bit of control.

Just as she thought that however Marisa changed the game yet again with those heavenly long legs of hers, the model catching Natasha around the neck in a leg scissors but only for a few seconds before she tossed her to the side with a sharp twist of her body. Natasha fell forward catching herself from landing face first in the chocolate with her hands, turning back to face Marisa as quickly as she could. She had time enough to get her hands up but nothing more before Marisa barreled into her, Natasha's hands grabbing hold of the easiest targets they could find as the two women fell back into the chocolate with Marisa on top. Natasha squeezed Marisa's large mounds while trying to push the model off of her, looking to scramble back to her knees as quickly as she could manage.