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The crowd certainly enjoyed this first bit of sensual contact between the two stunning women if the sudden spike in their cheering was any indication, more than a few loud whistles coming from the front row as Natasha pulled Sahar into the headlock. "Now what to do with you..." Natasha mused out loud so the Pharaoh could hear, her arm remaining tight around the woman's head while she began leading her towards the nearest ring post.

Sahar wasn't making it easy for Natasha who had to struggle to maintain control over her, the Frenchwoman jerking her body suddenly from side to side to try and make Sahar a bit more compliant.

The Pharaoh was trying to pull Natasha arm off her, she could tell that her opponent was having a hard time maintaining the hold, but the pressure was still causing pain on her head and wearing her down. Her attempt to break out wasn't going to work at this rate, she would need to change tactics but before she could do so, she would find her opponent jerking her body side to side, making breaking out of such a hold even harder.  

Having had enough Sahar would now try to start elbowing the current champion lower chest in hopes that she would let go.  If she did, then Sahar would attempt to quickly wrap her arms around the French wrestler neck and attempt to put her in a standing dragon sleeper hold.

The sudden abscence of resistance from Sahar did not go unnoticed by Natasha, but rather than attributing it to the Pharaoh having come up with a new plan of escape she let her confidence tell her she had gained the control she had sought. Believing Sahar was going along for the ride with complaint Natasha was caught unawares by the elbow which buried itself into her midsection, just below her breasts. She winced but kept a firm grip on Sahar, doubling down on yanking the woman side to side, but by the time the third elbow struck she had to abandon dragging her to the corner and try something else instead.

The Pharaoh already had a something else in mind however and slipped an arm around Natasha's neck, the heiress suddenly finding herself on the defensive as she fought to keep herself upright. Slowly though Sahar was bending her backwards into a sleeper hold, Natasha grabbing onto the woman's shoulders trying to put a stop to her descent.

Sahar managed to land an elbow strike, but that wasn't enough to escape the headlock she was in.  Thus, the Pharaoh decided to throw another elbow strike in hopes that it would allow her to escape from the Champion headlock but it wasn't enough.  Only when the third elbow strike landed did the Egyptian wrestling finally managed to break free from the headlock.  

Now free she would quickly wrap her arms around her French opponent and try to bend her back in hopes of getting the upper hand with a dragon sleeper hold.  Yet it seemed that Natasha was not going to go down that easily, thus Sahar decided to try to soften her up by using her free hand in an attempt to punch Natasha side once again.  Hopefully, the punches would allow do enough damage and break Natasha focus to allow the purple hair wrestler to gain control of the match early on, something which could prove to be critical.

She felt like she was making progress in the uphill battle against this Paraoh, that was until she felt the woman's fist slamming into her side yet again. Her ribs were already sore from the shots she took a few moments ago and this latest one sent a stabbing pain through her chest, gasping as she was pulled completely into the dragon sleeper. Natasha was bent over backwards into an unwilling bridge, her back arcing far past what was comfortable for the Frenchwoman who could only yank on the arm wrapped around her head in resistance.

Her saving grace in that moment was that Sahar hadn't managed to bring her down to her knees, Natasha still had her feet planted firmly on the ground and that gave her options. Pulling her leg back Natasha then swung it upward as hard as she could manage from that position, hoping to surprise the woman with her flexibilityand kick her in the head.

Getting another shot into Natasha side give the Pharaoh the opportunity to take control of the match.  Now she had the Champion in a standing dragon sleeper hold.  She could feel her opponent trying to resist by trying to pull her arm off.  The Pharaoh would let out a small giggle as she started to feel confident about herself.  

She was now about to prepare another punch to the French women ribs before suddenly then being hit in the head with a kick.  Sahar couldn't believe what had just happened as she loosen her grip a bit and took a step back due to the kick.  She still had the French women in the dragon hold, but it wasn't as tight as before.  The crowd, on the other hand, was cheering, loving the fight that the two wrestlers were giving.

The fact that Natasha was flexible was common knowledge around the AFW and had been for quite some time, but she still found ways to catch her opponent's by surprise with it. The kick certainly seemed to come as a shock to Sahar judging from the sudden slack she felt in the woman's hold on her, though the Pharaoh still held on tight enough that she couldn't just slip away quite yet.

Thinking fast an idea sprang into Natasha's head and without an alternative she decided to run with it. Her arms rose up to wrap around the back of Sahar's neck, Natasha pulling hard while kicking off the floor, swinging her body upwards with her legs moving to wrap around the woman's head. If she could grab hold of her Natasha would have to act fast to prevent Sahar from just slamming her down, Natasha using her weight to try and pull the Pharaoh forward and slam her head first down onto the mat.

As the Pharaoh began to regain herself, she found her opponent wrapping her arms around her neck before suddenly being pulled forward. Sahar was still new to the AFW scene and while many people knew about Natasha being flexible, the Egyptian wrestler knew next to nothing about her opponent. Thus, all of the French girls acts of flexibility was taking the purple hair wrestler off guard who was then slammed to the ground head first.

“Ahh” stated Sahar as she grunted as she finally let go of her opponent and held her head. The match had just started and thus Sahar could take on such an attack without it slowing her down too much. She would attempt to place her hands on the wrestling mat before trying to push herself back up as she didn't want to leave herself vulnerable for long.

And just like that Natasha had tipped the scales of the match back in her favor, catching the Pharaoh completely off guard with the last move and saving herself from whatever the woman had planned for her. She could feel Sahar beginning to move, trying to crawl away from her, but Natasha was in the perfect position to take the lead in this fight and wouldn't just let her slip away so easily. "Now lets see...shall we have fun Pharaoh?" Natasha said, her legs wrapping around the back of Sahar to catch her in a scissor hold, the two looking as if they were in a 69 position almost with Natasha sitting up underneath Sahar.

She squeezed hard, trying to put on as much pressure as she could, while Natasha slid her right hand over the top of the Pharaoh's crotch. Yes this match was to pinfall but that didn't exclude them from pushing the boundaries and having some fun.

Sahar began to get up on her hands and knees but before she could make another move, Natasha would wrap her in a scissor hold, taking the air out of the Goddess. Using her arms, she would try to pry the legs off of her. To add insult to injury, the hentai champion would now place her hand over the Pharaoh crotch.

Becoming furious at this, she would use one hand to start throwing punches at Natasha, once again aiming for the side of her ribs. “How Dare You!” yelled the Pharaoh as she would then try to throw another punch. She knew that hentai moves were allowed but she needed to play her character and she didn't want anyone to touch her. Natasha may be a champion but in the end she was still a commoner.