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Natasha had to be getting close to escaping, the thought that she might be no closer to breaking free than she had been when this hold began was one she just couldn't afford to let herself entertain. She hadn't released Minerva's breast since she grabbed hold of it and she wasn't going to either, not without a fight, her other hand clenched into a tight fist hammering at the woman's back in the continued hope that she could break herself free. "You have no idea who you've fucked with do you?!" She shouted out over the sounds of her own moaning, surprising herself at the color of her language, the slip a sign of the desperation that had begun to creep into her head.

"Ahhhh!" Her eyes shot wide open as Minerva, no longer satisfied it seemed with rubbing over her pants, tugged them down and slid two fingers fully into Natasha's aching pussy. Her struggling intensified immensely, kicking wildly with her legs as her back seemed to arch even further all on its own, her body already weak from the hold barely holding it together. Her grip on the woman's breast tightened the closer she came and in alarm Natasha realized she was close, very close, if she didn't get Minerva out of her sex quickly her body would surrender to this incredible pleasure wracking her body.

Each second that passed felt like minutes to Natasha and after half a minute of holding back, frantic not to give this woman the pleasure, Natasha's body failed her and in one primal scream the bluenette came hard over Minerva's fingers. Her body shook violently on top of her tormetor with her juices streaming down the woman's arm, Natasha's mind a complete blank.

Natasha had proven herself to be a true fighter, no doubt about it. But just how feisty and intense the Hentai Champion could really be, even while trapped in this hold, managed to surprise Minerva as the Frenchwoman shouted out at her. But things changed once Minerva inserted her fingers into Natasha’s sex. Try as the champion might to contain herself, the attacking queen already knew how this story would end. And sure enough, Natasha eventually was pushed to her climax, and Minerva’s fingers were soaked in the girl’s juices.

Only once Natasha’s orgasm had completely subsided would Minerva remove her fingers. And from there, she’d drop straight backward to slam the Frenchwoman’s body down hard onto the mat. Minerva then picked herself up and moved to stand over Natasha’s prone form, then raised a boot and set it down right on her chest while boos rained in heavily from the audience. Nevertheless, Minerva grinned proudly as she looked down at Natasha. “The true queen...has arrived~” she said, then brought her fingers to her lips and sucked the juices right off of them.

Having accomplished her mission here, Minerva finally stepped off of Natasha and exited through the ropes. But just as she was about to leave, she caught sight of Pharaoh once again, and realized the match had not officially ended yet. After glancing back at the ring briefly, Minerva moved to pick the Egyptian up before rolling her into the ring again right by Natasha. Ambushing and humiliating her had been wonderful. But helping bring the champion a loss in her own open challenge? That would be some delicious icing on the cake. And with that, Minerva strode back up the ramp to take her leave, clearly proud of her work here tonight.

The Pharaoh began to regain herself as she was thrown back into the ring by her attacker.  She could see that Natasha was now down and out.  It looked like she had been forced to cum and had been humiliated.  The Egyptian wrestler now knew she had two choices, she could either pin Natasha to get the pin or simply walk away and forfeit the match.  A large part of her wanted to simply walk away, she had not beaten the champion.  But if she wanted a rematch, a chance for her to actually have a fair and proper fight then she would need to pin the champion so they could meet again in Avalanche.  She would now crawl on top of Natasha and attempt to pin her.  Yet while all this was happening she would keep in mind the person who had done all this, Minerva, who called herself a true queen.  The Pharaoh would have to later on teach her the difference between a queen and a Pharaoh but that would have to wait.

There was simply nothing Natasha could do as Minerva slammed her down onto the mat, the orgasm had left her barely able to think let alone fight back and with no time to recover she didn't realize what was happening until it was too late. The ring shook from the sheer force of the impact but Natasha was in no state to admire the raw power her attacker had showcased, her mind already blank from climaxing the slam left her sprawled out on the mat, groaning softly but barely stirring.

When exactly the Pharaoh climbed back into the ring and draped an arm over her Natasha wasn't sure for by the time she was councious enough to understand what was happening it was already too late. The referee, who had slid out of the ring at the first sign of interference, finished counting out Natasha with a "three!" that seemed much louder than the norm. On instinct Natasha twisted her body to get her left shoulder off the mat but of course it was too late, the ref was already trying to help the Pharaoh back to her feet in order to raise her arm in victory. Natasha watched this with a blank stare from the mat, her head trying to come to grips with all that had transpired in the matter of minutes.

Natasha had been in a bind when Minerva attacked but she knew the match had still been hers, if it had gone on uninterrupted she would have found a way to escape and take the fight back to Sahar, but instead there she was flat on her back with the new number one contender standing over her. As someone who used sex as a weapon on a weekly basis in front of thousands Natasha rarely felt shame, but the embarrassment she felt right then was a stark reminder that she still could feel it every bit as badly as anyone else. Natasha just wanted to get out of there, rolling out of the ring before anyone could stop her and heading back up the ramp for the back.

She now had a matach to prepare for and a woman who she very much needed to teach a lesson as soon as possible.

Sahar watched the referee raise her arm and count the pin. Before she knew it, the referee had gotten to three and declared her the winner. Usually, the Pharaoh would be excited at what had happened and would take a moment to celebrate but right now she felt nothing but shame. At least she could look forward to having a rematch with Natasha. For now the referee would help Sahar up before raising her hand. Yet the Egyptian quickly brought her hand down and exited the ring, leaving the match enraged.