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The Pharaoh had barely begun her efforts to dislodge Natasha when she felt the weight lift up off of her back and a moment later the pressure on her breast vanished as well, the Frenchwoman having decided not to fight to stay on top of her. She might have been able to get the camel clutch back on or even applied another hold but Natasha figured best not to take the risk. New or not this woman was still someone worthy of caution, to underestimate her would be like gift wrapping the match and a shot at her title for her.

Rising up to her feet Natasha backed away a few steps before circling around the Pharaoh, hands up as she waited for the woman to get up to her feet. Once she had Natasha would dive back in and try to get her arms around the woman's waist, pulling her in for a bear hug that would pit their breasts against one another in a duel of their own.

Though her rocking did not knock her opponent off balance, it did do it's job and get Natasha off her.  She would take a moment to breathe before getting on her hands and knees, she was surprised that her opponent decided not to attack her.  Was she setting something up, either way the Pharaoh would rise to her feet, ready to continue the match.  She was suddenly then wrapped by Natasha's arms and placed in a bear-hug, having their chest now squeezed against one another, causing the crowd to applaud at the sight.  The Pharaoh would squirm and gasp under the pressure as would then try to remove her opponent arms off her.

"Cat got your tongue?" Natasha smugly asked after she lifted Pharaoh clean off her feet in a bear hug, purring softly as she rubbed her breasts from side to side over Sahar's, squeezing their chests together with as much force as she could manage. Holding anyone up for very long was a tiring process and soon beads of sweat were rolling down Natasha's body, Sahar only making matters worse for her as she pried at the arms wrapped around her.

"Not enjoying yourself?" She said moments before the woman broke her way out of Natasha's grip, the Frenchwoman stumbling back a couple steps before finding her balance again.

Sahar could hear her opponent taunting her as she continued to apply the bear-hug and even lift her off the ground, making breathing harder.  Yet this made her more determined to pry the Hentai champion hands off her.  She began to make some progress and eventually broke free as her opponent took a moment to step back and ask if she wasn't enjoying herself.  “Nonsense, if I just let you have your way with me you would be bored.” stated the Pharaoh as she took a moment to catch her breath before charging forward and trying to hit her opponent with a spear.

Natasha titled her head to the side and looked at Sahar curiously for a moment before her bright smile returned to her face, the heiress laughing and nodding her head. "Okay you got me there, its far more fun when its a challenge no?" She replied after taking a few seconds to collect herself. The Pharaoh hadn't been making a joke but Natasha found it funny regardless, something about how serious Pharaoh remained even now that they were facing each other topless cracked the Frenchwoman up.

Having been on the attack for much of the last few minutes Natasha needed to catch her breath and so took a defensive stance, waiting to see what the Pharaoh would do now. She wasn't disappointed either as she came rushing right at her. She crouched down and put out her hands, catching the woman by the shoulders but only managing to slow her down enough that the impact didn't knock her right off her feet. She was driven backwards instead, her back getting pinned against the ropes.

It seemed that the Pharaoh words had made the Hentai champion laugh after she had agreed with her point.  They were not fighting words, so she didn't mind if the French women got a laugh out of them, but the Egyptian wrestler needed to focus on the match.  Now seeing her opponent crouching down and trying to catch her breath, the Pharaoh would use this chance to charge forward and nail her opponent with a spear.  

The attack connected but to her surprise her blue hair opponent managed to stay standing and was pushed back until she had her back on the ropes.  Seeing as the attack was not enough, the Pharaoh would now attempt to grab her opponent legs while her shoulder was still lodged in Natasha's stomach.  If successful she would then try to lift her opponents feet in hopes of making the hentai champion fall down to the mat.

Natasha grunted as the woman slammed into her shoulder first driving the air from her lungs, the pain shooting through her making it difficult to focus on anything else. Her knees shook but with the Pharaoh keeping her up against the ropes she couldn't fall, the only fortunate part of her taking the spear head on, or at least she thought it was until her legs were suddenly yanked out from under her. Natasha cried out in alarm as she crashed down onto the mat, the back of her head bouncing off the canvas with a solid thud, lights flashing in her eyes as she began to groan.

Managing to grab her legs and pull her opponent down felt good, for once it finally felt the Pharaoh was in control of this match. Not wanting to lose her sudden advantage, the Pharaoh would attempt a quick stomp on her opponent stomach to soften her up. If successful she would then try to drag her opponent to the center of the ring before trying to flip her stomach before sitting on her back. Assuming everything had gone to plan, she would then attempt to perform a Boston crab.

As Pharaoh was busy applying the boston crab to the hentai champion, the attention of the crowd gradually began to shift to a moving figure within the stands. Wearing a purple sports bra, matching tights, gloves that extended to cover most of her arms, and a pair of black boots, Minerva walked through the crowd and advanced toward the ring with a confident grin. In her right hand was a steel chair, which she carried with her as she climbed over the guard rail and slid into the ring, right behind the Egyptian beauty.

Without a hint of warning, the Danish amazon raised the chair up and swung it as hard as she possibly could right at the center of Pharaoh’s back! Whatever action the referee took in response was of no concern to her, so long as it didn’t involve getting in her way.

Sahar had now managed to drag the hentai champion to the middle of the ring and was about to apply the Boston crab.  Yet just as she got in position she heard the crowd yelling something but before she could figure it out she would then feel a sudden intense pain that hit her back causing her to fall down on the wrestling mat and groan in pain.  The Pharaoh would hold her back in pain while laying on the ground, not knowing what had just happened.  Had someone attacked her?  As far as she knew, Natasha wasn't a heel or one to use dirty tactics.  Had she perhaps already made an enemy, was someone already out to get her?  At the moment, she couldn't think of anyone and could only lay on the ground while moaning in pain.