Natasha Loclear vs Genevieve Riveille

Hardstyle Hentai Match

Since winning the championship nearly two years prior Natasha had rarely if ever gone out to the ring first for any match she had, but that had changed tonight. With her music barely getting a chance to get started Natasha had made her way swiftly down the ramp to the ring, sparing a few moments to shake the hands of a few welcome fans but her excitement for the evening's event kept her from spending too much time on her entrance. It wasn't every night after all that Natasha got to face off with a fellow countryman.

She had left the hentai championship at home for the night as she didn't want to intimidate her opponent before she even got into the ring with her. For the match she had decided to go with the latest fashion her seamstress had created for her specifically for the sexual matches Natasha enjoyed so much, the corset top tied in the front and back while the bottoms were a bit more secure with strings up the two sides. It was quite the revealing and rather ravishing little number and Natasha absolutely adored it, it was almost sad it wouldn't stay on her body for too long after the bell rang.

Once inside the ring Natasha climbed the furthest turnbuckle, waving for the cheering masses and in general putting on the grand show her fans had come to expect from her each and every time she came to the ring to compete. Dropping down she began to pace back and forth along the ropes opposite the side nearest the ramp, her excitement getting the best of her while she impatiently waited for her fellow frenchwoman to come on down for the hentai match Natasha was confident would be her favorite memory for years to come, even though Natasha would be the winner.

A 'hentai match' was what they called it. So... that meant it'd be nice right? Probably. Hopefully. Was she allowed to punch the other? She didn't really know, to be fully honest. It likely didn't matter, but regardless she'd do her best. Such were Gene's thoughts are she was once more dragged into the ring to her entrance theme, bandaged from head to toe, before bursting out of that shell once thrown into the ring unceremoniously. She was wearing her usual skin-tight attire, the body-suit that left so little to the imagination, if one didn't mind the grey colours. Either way, Genevieve saw herself faced with an opponent who... struck her fancy. Perhaps it was the blue hair, perhaps the tantalizing, dazzling hips... perhaps her generally soft, pleasant and so... happy features.

Just looking at her made Genevieve feel a little better about herself... she'd be damned and let this opportunity slip:"I'll... do my best to make you feel amazing. I don't know what you like, but I know what I enjoy... so I'll just do that with you, ok?" Nodding and smiling at Natasha, Genevieve tipped from one high-heeled boot to the other, nervously even. Was there much in the way of comfort she could bring? Hopefully so, the other certainly seemed easily... reachable, when it came to the best areas. This should be good... great even! Chuckling happily, Genevieve then simply took an offensive position... and carefully, testingly threw out a few punches. Each was strong in its own right, strong enough to cause most people's arms to hurt just from the light impact... alas it was nowhere near the power of a punch meant to actually do damage... and that was something only she knew, usually. At least this early into her career. They would learn. Surely, they would. Dodging was a great thing!

It was one thing to be shown a picture of someone she would face in the ring but it was entirely another to be face to face with her, especially when the woman in question was as deliciously easy on the eyes as Genevieve was. While the colors of the woman's body suit weren't what she would have chosen there was no denying her fellow Frenchwoman made it work, the skin tight material leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination with how the suit clung to every curve of the woman's body. Natasha had once worn a similar suit, though hers had been cut down the middle as to expose a healthy amount of skin, and it made her wonder how quick Genevieve would be able to move in it.

"No need to be nervous, us frenchwomen must stay together no? Even if we are opponents tonight, doesn't mean we shouldn't enjoy ourselves. And looking at you, well, I'd say we won't have any trouble on the pleasure front." Natasha said with a playful wink at Genevieve before the bell rang and the match began.

Genevieve was the first to make a move, throwing a few punches Natasha's way though they were more tests of Natasha's defense than serious efforts to harm her. Natasha sidestepped the first punch but the second and third she blocked, swinging her arms up to collide with Genevieve's punches from the side to knock them away before they could connect. Stepping in close right after the third punch from her fellow frenchwoman, Natasha brought her knee up towards the woman's stomach while her arms went to wrap around the back of Genevieve's head.