Natasha Loclear vs Linh Vuong: Hentai Submission

Hentai Submission Match
Rules: First to score a submission via hentai hold wins
Attire: Bikini



Another night, another match, or at least thats how Natasha might have felt if it wasn't for the name of the woman she was set to face in that evening's main event. Natasha had run into Linh once before in the company gym, or more specifically the locker room's showers, where the two of them had gotten to know one another quite intimately though Natasha had learned little of Linh's background but a good deal about the woman's body. From their shower together Natasha remembered Linh was insatiable and quite good at her craft, she was someone even the hentai champion needed to be on her toes around and that was what had her excited, having a challenge on her hands.

When the lights went out and her music began to play the crowd went mostly quiet in anticipation for they knew quite well who would be standing in the entrance when the waterfall split open. Beams of blue light danced about the arena whose rafters had become the night sky with thousands of stars in attendance, and when the lyrics began the water parted and Natasha stepped forth in a light blue bikini, droplets of water clinging to her skin from the mist she walked through as she made her way down the ramp. Spotlights converged on her, the gold belt draped over her shoulder shining in the light with the words "Hentai Championship" written across it telling those who didn't know already who she was.

The lights returned to normal as Natasha climbed into the ring and raised the belt above her head, touring around the ring to give the crowd a good look and a chance to snap a picture from wherever one was sitting before she handed it off to the referee who placed it on the announce table.

In contrast to Natasha's entrance, Linh's was more subdued in tone but the yellow lights that slowly crawled over the ramp, highlighting the vientamese woman's slender build and her softly toned muscle didn't make it any less erotic. Linh might be a relative newcomer and not a household name but her signature spiderweb pattern bikini and the easy grace with which she walked captivated nearly as well as Natasha. She didn't jiggle her breasts much but the fast steps that jutted out her rump and swayed her torso made her come off as exotic, like a blade of grass lilting in the wind.

Rather than going up through the ropes, she grabbed onto the turnbuckle and swung herself up. Her body twisted under the ropes and her feet wrapped around the body of the corner. In an impressive display of motion she swung her body towards it, twisting like a bracket and using her arms to stabilize herself before she was poised in a sitting position, her sides facing Natasha and an arm on her chin. The crowd cheered at this showy display but it was also a reminder that she was a very dexterous woman.

Swinging down to the mat, she cocked her head and smiled at her opponent. "We meet again Natasha. I hope you're as skilled in the shower as you are with submissions~" Her words curled and slid like honey off of glass but there was no hostility or malice. Judging by her loose body motions, she wasn't too tense about it either. "Let's give them a show... and perhaps you can show me a thing or two about those fine legs of yours."

Compared to Natasha Linh was just an inch taller and slightly more slim, with perhaps a bit more overt level of muscle density. However that wasn't going to make a large difference when they tussled. Neither were brutes but from what she knew, Natasha was a tricky, technical wrestler of foreign charms just as she. It would be a battle of who could be the more sultry women who knew how to out-torture the other with demanding holds.

When the bell rung, Linh moved fast, her body leaning forwards slightly and her arms raised, leaving her centre seemingly open. Her fingers wiggled with anticipation as she skittered left and right in rapid, spidery motions occasionally ducking down before shooting up. Her philosophy was that even if one was not actively engaging the opponent, they should not be giving her an easy time.

Mid duck however, Linh suddenly would throw herself forwards into a roll not towards Natasha but past her. At least it seemed that way before she would unfurl herself when she was at her side, both presumably facing away from one another. The tricky leg-mistress would slide towards her and stick her leg backwards, pressing the back of her strong leg into the corresponding back-leg of Natasha. Folding up her knee, she'd snare the blue haired woman and jerk to the side, aiming to make her trip and put her in an early leg bar as she brought Natasha's foot up past her thighs and into her own hands!

Natasha could scarcely contain her excitement for this match and the crowd could see from the way she was pacing around the ring, stretching herself out by tugging on the top ropes in each corner, just how much she was looking forward to facing Linh. For some this seemed strange, a veteran wrestler and the hentai champion thrilled about fighting a rookie in the AFW, but anyone who had been watching AFW for more than a few weeks knew that was just how Natasha was when she thought of someone as a challenge. And if the Frenchwoman believed Linh would test her abilities then everyone in attendance was in for quite the show that night.

Thankfully for Natasha she wasn't kept waiting for very long, yellow lights focusing in on the ramp where Linh was now striding down towards the ring. As the woman drew closer Natasha could make out the intricate spider web pattern of her bikini, her eyes following the path of every line or so it seemed from how intently she was staring at the swimsuit. When Linh swung onto the ropes, putting on quite the display, Natasha and some of the crowd found themselves biting their bottom lips in approval.

"Better actually if you can believe it Linh." Natasha replied, hands resting upon her hips while her head tilted just enough to the right to seem curious. "The swimsuit looks good on you Linh, seems a bit tight though. I'll be happy to help you out of it during the match actually." As she spoke Natasha's right hand slid up along the side of her body, following the natural curve of her body as she brushed her fingertips along the sides of her right breast and then up to her chin. "Yes I agree, lets make this a night to remember for all."

As the bell rang out signaling that the match had officially gotten underway Linh made the first move which was fine for Natasha who prefered to take a wait and see approach. She kept her eyes fixed upon Linh as the woman weaved back and forth but always pressing forward, the Frenchwoman not giving up an inch though as she waited for the true attack. It came in a blur of movement as Linh dove forward and past her, Natasha feeling a sudden pressure on the back of her leg which could only be Linh's doing. Natasha would not be caught so easily however and dove forward herself, turning around in mid roll to come up on her knees facing Linh with a smile upon her lips.

"Slippery aren't you?" She said before lunging forward, trying to catch Linh's ankle before the woman had a chance to get up off of her side and escape from her. Her hands would close in around it and once caught Natasha would roll sideways, twisting the leg as she wrapped her long limbs around it for a leg bar of her own, coming to a stop with them both flat on their backs.

Linh's eyes widened as Natasha thought fast, reacting faster in a roll. A blurry haze of blue swung around past her and Linh attempted to throw herself around. Normally she was the technician and the maestro of finesse but this woman had countered her attempt for an early take down before she could even register what had really happened. She couldn't help but smirk and realize she'd gotten a little arrogant; it was hard to forget that there was a world of wrestlers outside of Aphrodite Productions... and it seemed many of them could be as creative if not moreso than her.

"Et tu, Brutus?" She teased before attempting to swing her legs back. She'd trained how to be defensive and offensive but Natasha was fast. She caught her legs as it was drawing back by a narrow margin, but that was all she needed. While the submission was more popular in mixed martial arts settings than sexually charged wrestling ones, it was considered one of the basics back in the European groups and fairly easy to do.

The normal reaction to such a hold was helplessness and struggling especially when rolled. Familiar fears not felt since her early days returned but so did trained reactions; Linh was skilled but she was not the only woman who prided herself in dexterity and finesse.

Instead of fighting against the roll, Linh would press her hands against the mat and try to roll into it. The added force was with the intent of throwing off Natasha and delaying her. Linh's free leg would raise up when her back was to the mat after a few rotations and attempt to smack her on the side of one of her knees with the ball of her foot. It was a tricky motion but she was hoping that it would be unexpected and sharply painful, enough to break the lock and let her roll away herself!

Even amongst the ranks of the AFW there weren't too many who could handle getting caught by Natasha with as much calm as Linh, the woman surprising her as she reacted swiftly without a moment wasted panicking. She might have been one of the fresher faces around the league but Linh had clearly wrestled elsewhere, and judging from how she rolled with Natasha rather than try to fight her directly she had been successful at it. "Aren't you just full of surprises love!" Natasha called out as the pair of them rolled across the canvas floor, her working to secure the knee bar while Linh brought her foot up and struck at Natasha's knee.

"Hey!" She exclaimed as a sharp pain shot through her leg, numbing it somewhat but not enough to make her release her captive so quickly. Once they had come to a stop upon their backs Natasha wrenched back on the leg of Linh, putting pressure upon the knee and the ankle as her hands twisted the foot from side to side.

Linh hissed as Natasha's legs tightened their grip while her hands worked over her seized limb. That was the focal point of the hold but the pressure sent down on her knee. Linh's muscled thighs tensed in response and she grinned through it at Natasha. It was well met to say the least; the girl had gained a lot of her respect. Good brawlers, slammers, and powerhouses were a dime a dozen but a woman who knew the pleasures of the legs was a rare occasion. Of course, she didn't want to say along to see the full extent of her knowledge when on the giving end.

Playing up the futility angle, Linh raised her leg to slam down on the side of her kneecap, hopefully hitting the same spot. At the same time, she would begin to flex her thigh muscles and bite down on her lip. The pain hadn't become excruciating yet as Linh had worked her legs to be quite flexible, enough that split-locks didn't hurt her much unless she was seriously stretched out. As she attempted to bluntly dislodge a leg, she began to move her thigh around within its muscled prison. It began to flex until her smooth thighs became hard, muscle pushing and bulging into Natasha's, not trying to power out of it but rubbing around left and right, especially where their inner thighs met.

The arousal was intended to distract her enough that her hold would be loosened. To increase her chances, she'd make a grab at whichever of Natasha's ankles was on the outside and wrench it the opposite direction. If this broke the hold, she would roll out and pull the leg to hopefully disorient her. Rather than going into a lock however, she'd try to repay what she could with a fast elbow strike down onto the kneecap! It wouldn't be enough to repay her in kind, but it would at least give her something to work with later!

Picking a particular point of weakness on a limb and attacking it repeatedly to force a break, it was strange to think how simple a concept that was when numerous wrestlers she had gone up against hadn't thought to employ it in the match with her. Linh though was picking apart her knee from the very beginning of the hold, forcing Natasha to decide if the continued abuse was worth the pain she was inflicting on the woman's leg, and for the moment the benefit outweighed the cost. She bit down on her bottom lip to avoid letting out any unwanted yelps of pain and tightend her hold on the captive limb, putting further pressure upon the knee which would come in handy later on if she could do enough damage to it.

Linh was playing not one but two games at once however and soon Natasha felt heat radiating from her inner thigh, the blonde woman using the hold in the hope of arousing Natasha and it was starting to work. Natasha was no stranger to this pleasurable sensation and held firm, not giving Linh any help in escaping her hold even with the sharp pain erupting in her ankle as Linh yanked her foot sideways. She didn't need any help it turned out as twisting Natasha's ankle was enough for her to slip free of the leg bar, Linh giving her a parting gift as she rolled away.

With her knee now throbbing from the trio of hits Natasha rolled away from Linh and quickly scrambled back into a low crouch. As Linh rose Natasha would make a sudden dive forward, feinting a low tackle only to shove off the mat with her left arm, bouncing back up to her feet to make a grab at Linh's head. Her momentum would carry her forward into Linh but Natasha would then twist away and drop trying to drag Linh over the top for a quick slam down onto her back.

Linh's first instinct was to dive away but Natasha was a fast one. Her tackle went high until her arm was flying at Linh's head. Instinctively, she raised her arms and attempted to duck low to avoid being grabbed but the window of opportunity was very narrow. She'd looked over her shoulder first before twisting her whole body, barely getting her arms up in time to half intercept the tackle. Natasha had the advantage of raw force and Linh was sent off her feet, her head jerking hard from the impact even though she'd blocked.

She was going to hit the ground hard but trained instinct kicked in and she struck. Linh's legs spread out like a claw and snapped shut over Natasha's body. Her arms would attempt to get around her head and twist her to the right so they'd at least land on their sides. Either way, she'd hit the ground hard and with a grunt. Even though her leg was still slightly pained, it wasn't enough to disable it. Attempting to put Natasha into a headlock, forcing her head past her shoulder, she'd double the pressure on the scissor, squeezing her and smushing their bodies closely together.

Attempting to grab at her hand to stop her from punching, Linh would grit her teeth and suppress a curse. Even a blocked charge, combined with the force of the fall, hurt quite a bit. She wasn't a brute force wrestler, being more of a submission expert but she'd fought against them before. Sometimes you had to use their aggression against them. "Enjoying the squeeze?" She'd teasingly ask.

Their bodies became a blur of movement as the two women collided in a tangled web of limbs, Natasha making a grab for Linh's head while the blonde did much the same resulting in them both hitting the canvas with a resounding thud. The ring floor bounced slightly beneath their weight and as the dust settled Natasha found herself laying on her side with Linh's legs wrapped around her midsection, squeezing her but not hard enough to cause more than discomfort, at least not yet. What was more pressing to Natasha was the arm snaked around her neck and that she chose to deal with first, using her free hand to pry at it so she could slip her head free of the attempted hold.

In this positon there wasn't even an inch between their bodies, in fact Natasha was quite aware that her breasts were pancaked against Linh's, the two heavenly pairs refusing to give any more ground to one another than they already had. Natasha rolled her shoulders a bit to take the fight to Linh in this arena, shoving her breasts firmly into the other woman's even as she looked for a way to break the scissor hold.

Linh was doing her best to keep Natasha from just punching her way out of this but her legs had no such restrictions placed on them. Natasha used her legs to push against the canvas, trying to turn them over onto Linh's back so she could put her full weight down onto the woman, that and push them towards the edge of the ring which lay only a few feet ahead.

"I'll take the silence as a yes. That okay?" She giggled and wiggled her chest, using the position to let their mass sponge around Natasha's like hungry little blobs. It was a fairer position than a full body pin, even with the headlock involved; Natasha could still rub back, albeit more awkwardly. She flexed her thighs and bit the bottom of her lip - it was hard to show her full power when the soreness was still there, prompting her to rub rather suggestively against her captured opponent's sides in order to build up warmth and arouse her alongside dulling the pain.

This was technically the incorrect position for the hold - on their sides, an arm wrangling around the side of her opponent's neck, wringing it to the sides... fortunately Natasha knew the importance of proper wrestling technique and promptly flipped them both.

Now, with Natasha on top, they were in a proper scissor-squeeze position with the added caveat that now she was pinned underneath; she'd be a squished spider. Natasha had also managed to pry herself free and the situation wasn't looking as favourable as it had a minute ago, even if it was arousing. However, Linh was a slippery one and wasn't going to drag this out. What was most important was that one's legs were controlling the opponent and could still squeeze.

Feeling her body dragged against the ground, Linh had a rather unusual idea. She'd tip to the left, causing Natasha to hopefully wobble a bit and lose some balance. Without warning attempt to swing her hips to the right to throw her off. Not an extremely hard one, but enough to get the hopefully disoriented beauty rolling.

In a move some might've called greedy, she'd attempt to shoot out her feet and grab her ankle, pulling her close to trap her leg in a side squeeze. It was a difficult move to do but it was easier if one attempted to snap their heels around the knee or below it, yanking the opponent and bracing palms against the ground. It was difficult to do but as someone who prided herself on her extremely dexterous, bendable, versatile legs she was going in with quite a bit of experience. It would hopefully cause her to whiplash and momentarily shock her as she prepared to work her over with a preliminary side ankle lock.