An Interview With The Last Remaining Siren. (For Alexandra)

Linda blinked as she found herself trapped between the two beautiful, but also dangerous women.
"Um, well, you know....you can't blame someone for calling things the way they see it, right?" she stammered. "Teresita, you have to admit, when it comes to past Hentai champions, you don't exactly share their body type. I mean, they have a certain image, and you have yours and they're different...."

Looking to Natasha she added.
"And, I'm not saying the Hentai scene is dead, it's just, you know, we have stellar level wrestling talent now. So the AFW doesn't need the Hentai title and the coverage it brings as much as it used to!"

Turning to Marisa, who now simply leaned against the ropes checking her manicure, Linda called out "Marisa! You've always been a 'love not war' type! Help me out here!"

The model raised an eyebrow at Linda and sighed.
"Oh...Linda. You want me to say something to help you when you pretty much called me old and said that my favorite part of the AFW is becoming irrelevant. Did you want me to try and step in to defend you against a titaness and a woman who has gone toe to toe with Angel, our former AFW champion?" she said. "I may be a blonde, platinum at that, but still, I'm not that dumb."

"Oh no you're quite right Linda dear, I can't blame you for having your own opinions...no matter how absurd they might be." Natasha said as she turned around and stepped towards the ropes, almost as if she were about to take her leave. Her hand brushed along the top rope but did not lift it up, Natasha abruptly stepping back over to Linda who remained trapped with Teresita behind her. "But you know I do feel obligated to point out the fans come to us for all their wrestling needs, both mundane and the sensual, to believe robbing them of either would benefit the AFW is just nonsense!"

"Oh don't forget our current champion Brittany Marisa, I beat her a couple years ago. If we're keeping track of what champions I've fought." Natasha said after hearing Marisa, glancing in her direction with a smirk before returning her gaze to Linda. "This here." She then said while pointing to the belt around her waist. "Is the goal of many a woman in this league, pulling in new and exciting blood every year, but you know what lets just ask the crowd here if they agree with you."

"So what do you all think of Linda's proposal?!" She shouted into the microphone, throwing her left arm up as she spun around addressing the crowd who responded with an immediate roaring that could only be interpreted as a resounding no! "I do believe they've spoken so why don't you run along Linda, thats if Teresita will let you go."

Teresita did just that, slipping her arms from around Linda, letting the woman go free...for a moment, anyway.

The buxom Brazilian gently took Linda's shoulders from behind and turned the interviewer to face her. She reached for her chin, gently cupping it with one hand, tilting the woman's head upwards, to force her to look up at the giantess. With her other hand, she reached for Linda's microphone and plucked it from her grip, raising it to lips, whispering softly into it.

"You heard them, beloved. Get out of here, before the three of us have to make you leave..."

Linda didn't need to be told twice. With two of the women in the ring ready to and willing to smack her around, and the third saying she would just sit back and watch it happen, she knew things would get bad. She scrambled out of the ring in a hurry, retreating for the safety of the back.

Marisa watched her go with a small smile on her face.
"'Bye Felicia." she said into her microphone, quoting the American movie Friday as well as referencing the popular internet phrase, the crowd chuckling in recognition.

"Now then ladies, with that taken care of, what shall we do with ourselves?" she asked in a sultry tone. "I mean, look at who is in the ring. We have a past Hentai champion, the reigning Hentai champion, and, I'm going to make the prediction here, someone who will be the Hentai sometime in the future....probably sooner rather than later."

The model have a toss of her hair.
"I just said 'Hentai' like, three times, so obviously, I think my suggestion is pretty obvious." she said with a grin. "What do you think, girls?"

Natasha was actually a little surprised the towering Teresita, whose height she was only just now coming to truly realize, released Linda without any sort of last hit. The woman had seemed intent on giving Linda a piece of her mind in the more physical sense but perhaps she had misjudged her. Her gaze followed Linda as the woman made her hasty exit from the arena, chuckling at just how fast she could move when given good cause. Her head turned quite quickly however to look back at Marisa when the model and wrestler mentioned that word "sooner."

"I do believe you're on the right track Marisa, in fact you just gave me quite the idea." Natasha said while walking in between the two women, reaching out to brush Marisa's cheek as she passed before coming to stand in front of Teresita. "Lets have a little contest then, see if you really are as good as Marisa here says Teresita."

She then stepped over to the corner, leaning against it while eyeing up the two women. "I have this title you see and I need a challenger. I just so happen to have a former champion and a big newcomer in the ring with me so what better time than now to help me decide on a contender? Hows this, you two decide amongst yourselves how exactly to go about this but I want to see who can make the other....pop first so to speak."

Ordinarily, Teresita might have given Linda a little more of her mind. But right now? With both Marisa and Natasha in the ring with her? She had more important things to think about.

The buxom Brazilian looked down at Natasha as the current champion stepped in-between her and Marisa, listening closely to what she had to say. Then, as soon as Natasha moved to the corner and made her offer, she stepped forward, face-to-face with Marisa, looking down at the former champion with a twinkle in her eye and a sly smile on her face.

"I think both you and Natasha are right, beloved," she whispered to Marisa with a lusty tone in her voice. "I would be honored to face off with you, right here and now...of course, it will be an honor to defeat you right now as well, my Marisa..."

Marisa gave a look at Natasha and the hentai title, a look that held undisguised want and desire, for the woman, and the belt that she held. There was nothing she'd want more to battle Natasha for the Hentai title at the grand stage of Summer Splash.

But she also believed that Teresita deserved a chance to test herself for the same title. She came to a decision. A small test, to see which of them deserved that match with Natasha Loclear.

"Teresita, I have a proposal for you. Definitely an indecent one." the model began. "As much as I would love to see which one of us burns hot enough to consume the other, I think a match between us should be a pleasure reserved for another time."

The crowd booed that notion, but quieted as the model held up a finger.

"Instead, how about a contest? A beat the clock challenge of sorts. We strip down...." Here the crowd cheered, forcing Marisa to wait a moment. "And one of us moves the other into whatever position she wants. Then she works on the other until she cums. No fighting back from the person on the receiving end, she just holds out as long as she can. Then we switch, letting the other take her turn as she sees fit. The fastest time goes on to face Natasha here. How about that, Teresita?"

She gave the other woman a sultry smile.
"And, you can even have the first turn between us." Marisa added, offering Teresita the chance bring Marisa to climax first...

The crowd briefly cheered that idea, then quieted down, waiting to see how the busty Braziallian would respond.

As soon as Marisa said the word 'strip', Teresita began moving forward, and her bikini began coming off. By the time Marisa was finished, Teresita was standing right in front of her, her arms snaking forwards to wrap around the former champion's waist, pulling her in close against her big, warm body. She looked down at Marisa, and smiled, whispering in a sultry tone back at her.

"Obviously, I accept, beloved..."

Then, the Brazilian began to lean down, as if she was going to kiss Marisa. At the last moment though, she whipped her head to the side, staring directly at Natasha, smiling slyly at the current champion. "Do you mind officiating our challenge, most beloved?" She asked, gazing into the bluenette's eyes. "We do need an official for this, I think, and I can hardly think of anyone more suited than you are..."

"I agree with the lady, Natasha." Marisa said with a grin at Teresita's antics. "Someone set a clock, and see how long it takes our new friend to set me off..."

Separating from the Brazilian beauty as she was talking to the Hentai champion, Marisa took of her gown, revealing that, of course, she was wearing nothing under the flimsy silk material.

"Oh, Teresita?" she called. "How would you like me....beloved?" she added with a raised eyebrow, standing before Teresita in her naked glory, while offering the other woman the choice in position, as per the rules of their impromptu contest.

Teresita's eyes looked over Marisa as the former champion stripped down, the massive Brazilian obviously enjoying what she was seeing. Marisa had the body of a champion, designed for one thing and one thing only, and she couldn't wait to get her hands on the woman!

She thought for a moment, then purred, meeting Marisa's gaze as she gestured down towards the mat. "On your back," she ordered, pointing towards the canvas, trying to stifle a small laugh. "On your back, and I promise you, beloved, it won't be the first time I have you like that..."