Fright Fight Main Event - Velvet Valentine Vs Natasha Loclear (C) - Hentai Title Match

Velvet Valentine 
Height: 5"9 Weight: 190lbs


Vs.

Natasha Loclear
Height: 5'7" Weight: 138 pounds 





Match Type: Hardstyle Hentai Match

Winning Condition: Pinfall that can only be scored immediately after orgasm

Special Condition: Both wrestler have to were a costume of their choice (Preferably Halloween themed). Winner also either retains or earns the Hentai championship.

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"Ladies and Gentlemen... It is now time for the Fright Fight's main event! The following contest will be set for onefall following an orgasm and will be for the AFW Friction Hentai championship!" The audience burst into rapturous applause at this revelatio... A good, hot and steamy hentai match was the perfect event to make an already great night perfect right now.

"Introducing first the challanger..." At this point the announcers beautiful voice was drowned out by something equally beautiful, the music that told the tale of who was about to come out to the ring. The lights faded and throbbed in a delightful pink haze as Tangomix by Alexander Burei started to play over the loud speakers, the accordion slowly grew louder and faster as the lights shone on the top of the rampway and to the curtains that covered the entry way..

The material of the curtain seemed to be that of velvet but due to the fact that light was being able to shine through it and cast a silhouette for all to see, it was more likely to be silk. And what a silhouette is was indeed! In profile the curvy voluptous figure stood with her hands caught up in her hair, squating down slowly and then rising with her large rump protruding outwards.

The music rose to the peak of its cresendo at about 20 seconds in and at 22 seconds the curtain sharply slid open to reveal, who else but Velvet Valentine

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The Valentine was dressed in a rather alluring succubus outfit (which was actually more than she was used to wearing to such matches), a reddish pink one piece and tanned leggings and matching tanned long sleeve gloves... on her back and around her head were festive detatchable succubus wings. With a flick of her hair and a smirk as if to say "Jaa.. I am jus zat damn hot..", she headed down to the ring where she climbed up into the ring

Once the challenger had finished her grand entrance to the ring her music slowly faded out until the only sounds heard in the arena were that of the crowd themselves, buzzing with anticipation for the woman who had been their hentai champion for nearly two years. The lights were the first sign of her arrival, every light in the arena going dark only to be replaced after several seconds with thousands of tiny LED's which lit up the rafters like stars in the heavens. Twice she told the men behind the curtain to hold off, a full minute going by beneath the night sky before she relented and allowed the tranquil beats of Sanctuary to begin to play.

As the first musical note struck water began to pour down over the entrance, a waterfall hiding all but the incredible silhouette of the woman behind it. As the seconds ticked by the music grew until at the 34 second mark the first lyrics hit and the waterfall diverged revealing the champion herself, Natasha Loclear, standing with belt in hand and brimming with both confidence and sexuality.

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"And introducing second, standing at five feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at 138 pounds. She is your defending Friction Hentai Champion these last two years, a woman who needs no introduction but will always get one anyways, Natasha Loclear!"

She was dressed to kill in a more anime take on a witch's garb, with a black bikini outfitted with a plaid blue skirt, nearly thigh high black boots with several rips, and a choker with an upside down cross. Her flowing blue hair, normally worn loose, was tied up in a ponytail with a skull clip adorning it. And as was custom for most modern depictions of witches her costume bore several buckles which were more for design than true function.

It was only now that her costume could be seen that her music took on a distinctly halloween flavor with a melody beneath the usual song that matched the classic "This is Halloween."

Natasha had never really met Velvet but the woman's supposed mentor had more than enough of a reputation to earn the woman standing in the ring tonight her full and undivided attention. Climbing into the ring Natasha stepped confidently into the middle of the ring, her ocean blue eyes fixated on Velvet in that stunning succubus costume even as the referee came up to take the belt from her. "Why yes of course love, its yours to take care of for now, just keep it warm until its time to hand it back to me." She said with a wink and a smirk to the referee who blushed despite her experiences with such behavior in this league.

Velvet Valentine leaned back into the corner with her arms dangling lathergically over the top ropes as she watched and waited for Natasha to get fully into the ring. Her eyes trailing the Russian's form as she moved her armso as to place the back of her hand and knuckles delicately under the side of her jaw line. Finally the blue haired woman was in the ring and The Valentine simply regarded her with a sly smile.

"Vell... Rain..." she said refering to Natasha by her alias as the ref took the belt out of the ring "Ze Valentine zinks zat zhere should not be such great trouble-z in getting vater vet... Even if she iz wearing a little more zen usual" She spoke with a smooth as silk voice

"Velvet. A pleasure to get you in the ring at long last." Natasha said in answer, dipping her chin towards the woman out of courtesy more than anything else. Looking over the succubus costume Velvet had chosen for the evening only piqued her interest even further, the outfit covering more flesh perhaps but it got her heart beating ever so slightly faster all the same. "You know witches and succubi are always intimately intwined in the old stories...what a perfect pair we make don't you think?"

The announcer was going on while the two women exchanged pleasantries before the fierce match that was sure to come in mere moments, explaining the rules of the championship bout to the crowd who, from the volume of their cheering, were quite pleased with what management had come up with. Natasha ignored all that however and strode across the ring with a flirtatious sway in her hips, the look of an absolute seductress as she drew in close to Velvet in her corner. Her hands slid along the top ropes on either side of the woman, coming close but making sure not to touch just yet, keeping even their full chests a couple inches apart while she brought her face near to hers. "The title is mine, it belongs around my waist...but I am looking forward to seeing you try."

Anka watched with the same half dreamy expression on her face as Natasha approached in a way that was suppose to either be seductive or intimidating. Waiting until she was so close that certain body parts were within inches of one another

"Vhat iz a belt but jus un accessory to keep vons skirt up..." Velvet Valentine let out a short and light chuckle, her hand moving down to gently feel the side of Natasha's waist where a belt would be. "You zink zat vill schtop Ze Valentine's désirs from stripping you nackt?" The ridiculous notion seemed to pleasantly amused the German French babe... But then amid the jovial mode, Anka suddenly grasped Natasaha's waist in both hands and twisted her body around, at the same time moving in the opposite direction so that Natasha would land back first up against the turnbuckles.

Once in position, the busty German made it clear that she was not about to gift the Russian nearly as much space as Natasha had done for her.. Anka's large breasts pressed heavily in upon Natasha's chest and her curvy hip were tight up against the others. She leaned her head forwards as if ready to kiss the other woman, but it was only so as to whisper softly...

"Und I zink zis iz ze much better position... non?"

Natasha's eyes drifted down to the lone hand upon her waist while Velvet teased her about the belt, playing innocent as if it wasn't her chief desire that evening. There was the possibility that Velvet was being entirely sincere, Natasha had been the desire of countless women and men in this league since the moment she debuted, it wouldn't be too difficult to believe Velvet wanted to beat her more for the thrill of such a conquest rather than the title itself. The thought brought a light chuckle out of the Frenchwoman before she replied, "You sound as if you think I want either of us to be dressed a few minutes from now."

She licked her lips then and would have leaned forward to become more acquainted with the body she would be conquering this evening but Velvet couldn't wait it seemed. For such a tall and curvy woman Velvet was deceptively quick in her movements. Now with her back against the corner Natasha was treated to the very same act she had intended, a pleasant surprise actually, Natasha laughing softly while she cuddled up to the larger woman.

"Well its certainly not a bad one." She said with a tilt of her head and a wide grin, her fingers trailing down along the woman's spine until inevitably her hands found themselves full with the plump rear of the Valentine.

The ref girl placed a hand on The Valentine's shoulder to signify that it was time for her to back up so that they could get the match underway but the German French babe showed little signs that she even noticed the touch let alone any intensions of backing up. Instead she kept her chunky body up sandwiched up against Natasha in the corner, her eyes looking almost intrusively in on the blue haired woman. Anka chuckled softly, with the proximaty of her body to Natasha, the Russian could feel her bust judder from the laugh eminanting from her chest

"I can zink of even better positionen..." She spoke, her hands smoothly sliding around the sides of Natasha butt cheeks to cup her waist up against Velvet Valentine's....

Then just as suddenly as Anka's movement to put Natasha in the corner, The Valentine lifted up on Natasha's body and twisted around... Trying to turn while falling towards her knees at the same time, attempted to bring the Russian back first down into the mat with Anka's hefty body on top of her in something like a modified spine buster

The referee gave the two women a moment to themselves but there was a match to begin after all and so she came over and tapped Anka on the shoulder, Natasha glancing between the lovely ref and her opponent while waiting for Anka to oblige the woman. But oblige she did not, ignoring the referee with her focus seemingly solely on the frenchwoman stuck between her and the corner. "Oh I have very...very little doubt about that." She whispered into Anka's ear, tenderly bitting down on the lobe while her hands roamed over the woman's large rear.

Natasha wasn't one who liked surprises, especially when it happened in her matches, but thats what she got next as Anka hoisted her out of the corner and took her down to the mat in a lightning quick slam. The bell hadn't even rung yet but it did now as the ref motioned for it in a hurry, the familiar ding ringing out moments after Natasha was unceremoniously introduced to the mat.

The slam itself wasn't as hard hitting as it could have been but the weight of Anka meant the champion was still pinned underneath the woman, her hands gripping Anka's shoulders as she struggled to slide herself out from beneath the Valentine.

The two bodies came crashing down against the mat with a mighty thump, Anka parted her lips and let out the faintest of warm pants against Natasha's cheek as the Russian was again squashed against the Valentine sturdy body in a different position. The German French babe smiled her wide mischievous grin as her eyes examined her opponent's face...

Scooting up a bit so that she was half resting on her knees and half sitting in Natasha's lap, Velvet Valentine reached forwards and hooked her arms around behind the witch's head. She scooped her upwards towardds her chest, giving Natasha a full on faceful of her large melons, the red succubus leotard the only thing in the way of Natasha's face and The Valentine's glorious bust