AV 16 Hentai Title: Natasha Loclear (c) vs. Minerva Larsen

Preceded by: AV 16 Cyclone Tournament finale: Chizuru & Rei vs. Amy & Kyoko vs. The Little Devils vs. Del & Lizzy
Followed by: AV 16 Hardcore Title cage match: Adrian Kytes (c) vs. Silver Ace




Match Type: Anything Goes Hentai match
Winning Condition: Submission or KO for victory
Special Conditions: none

The red hot Avalanche crowd was abuzz for what was set to be the third of six huge title matches tonight. But, while the notion of a matchup between Natasha and Minerva provided plenty to talk about in and of itself, much of the immediate conversation among the audience was less on the wrestlers, and more on the ring.

A large assortment of various items was strung up on all the ropes. Paddles, strap-ons, riding crops, whips, handcuffs, gags, collars… It was like the ring was set up for some sort of specialized bdsm video. And in a way, it was. But it was rather appropriate. Domination is naturally the end goal of any participant in the match, but in this case it was also the story of how this very match came to be in the first place.

Natasha Loclear had held the Hentai Championship for quite a long time now – the longest reign of any Hentai Champion, in fact. The division had been her domain, with seemingly none capable of changing that. The few who seemed to have come close were thwarted rather unceremoniously by Minerva. Why? Because she wanted to be the one to end Natasha’s reign. And a true queen takes what she wants by any means necessary. If that meant taking it by force, so be it.

All eyes turned to the entranceway as Minerva's music began to play, and soon the challenger emerged from the curtain to a chorus of boos from the audience. Their reaction clearly didn’t bother her, as the wide grin on her pretty face showed. Her usual ring gear were covered only by a beautiful coat with black fur lining as she strode down the aisle with confidence overflowing and radiating from her. Natasha might be the longest reigning champion in the division’s history, but tonight she was going to learn that Minerva was unlike anyone she’d ever faced before.

Walking up the steps, she paused on the apron to momentarily observe the exquisite selection of toys before her. She could already tell this was going to be quite enjoyable. But after a moment, she removed her coat and set it down by the ring, then brushed aside a paddle and whip to make enough room for herself to slip between the top and middle rope to enter the ring. She then strutted over to her corner and leaned back against it while casually resting both arms against the top ropes on either side of her. Minerva was content to simply wait right there for Natasha to come join her in the ring…

Natasha had been the hentai champion for two years tonight and in that time she had fended off all comers, one of them a veteran who had proven difficult in the past while three of her challengers having been rising stars in the hentai division. Yet her long reign did not come without an asterisk, a very annoying asterisk all thanks to the constant intrusions of her challenger tonight Minerva. The woman had interrupted not just one but two of her title matches and if there had been a way for her to intrude on her fight with Teresita she was certain the woman would have then as well. Natasha had put in several requests to face the woman in a one on one match but Minerva had avoided every one, that was until her intervention at the Halloween event.

After yet another title match broken up by Minerva, one that Natasha was still feeling every now and then when she rubbed the back of her head, management had given Minerva what she wanted, a title match of her own. Natasha wouldn't have made that choice, a woman who had interfered with title matches for over a year didn't deserve such a shot, but at least it would let her get her hands on the bitch.

Once Minerva had entered the ring it was Natasha's time to step out onto the grandest stage of them all. She took a few deep breaths to soothe the nervousness that never quite went away no matter how many times she wrestled at Avalanche and stepped through the curtains just as her music picked up its tempo. The lights had gone dark, replaced by the light of a thousand tiny LED's that made up a new night sky along with beams of blue light representing rain. Natasha stepped out in the attire she had come to think of as her hentai royalty dress, the crowd coming alive for their champion as she made her way down to the ring.

There were all manner of toys around the ring and she was sure Minerva would do her best to use each and every one of them. Natasha though was most interested in simply getting her hands on the woman, eager to pay her back for over a year of trouble she had caused her. She climbed up onto the apron, her gaze locked onto Minerva the entire time she was stepping through the ropes, not about to give her any opportunities.

Natasha stepped into the center of the ring while the announcer introduced them both, the hentai title gleaming around her waist as the lights were restored. She unclasped the belt and held it above her head for several seconds, smiling with confidence at Minerva all the while before she handed the belt off to the ref. "This ends tonight Minerva. Theres no more escaping, no more hit and runs, I've got you one on one and I won't be letting you leave here until I've had my fun with you."

Minerva was cool, calm and collected through the entirety of the defending champion’s grand entrance. If anything she seemed amused as she watched the lights create the appearance of rainfall beckoning Natasha’s arrival. The sight called to mind a particular song, which Minerva quietly began to hum to herself. Only once Natasha came near the ring did she begin to softly sing the words.

“…And now the rains,
weep o’er his halls,
with not a soul to hear~”

In her favorite show, Game of Thrones, The Rains of Castamere famously foreshadowed the downfall of a prominent royal family. How fitting that the current queen of the Hentai division should arrive through the “rain” to meet her own demise.

“Oh, one of us will certainly be having fun tonight, my dear. But that person won’t be you~” Minerva replied with a chuckle to Natasha’s confident words.

The referee walked the title belt over to Minerva to show it to her, then moved back into the middle of the ring to hold the belt up high, making it known that the championship was officially on the line. The belt was then handed to a stagehand at ringside to be taken over to the announcers’ table, and the bell rang to kick off the match!

Immediately the Canadian crowd began a loud and unanimous chant in favor of the defending champion. “NA-TA-SHA! NA-TA-SHA!” Over and over the shouts echoed through the arena in unison. Was Minerva bothered? Absolutely not. The Danish beauty merely began to slowly step to the side, starting to very slowly circle around the ring. Considering everything Natasha had against her, there was a good chance the champion would want to come rushing at her like a bat out of hell. But on the other hand, Natasha was a wise veteran. Maybe she would be able to keep herself composed for now. Either way, it didn’t seem smart on Minerva’s part to charge right in yet. Better to wait and see what the champion did first…

Natasha didn't pay much attention to the words of Minerva, she had learned it was best to ignore the bravado of women like her for their words were never chosen carelessly. Minerva was going to do everything she could to get into her head just like she had been for the past year, but Natasha had been around more than long enough to recognize what the woman was doing and to block it out.

"We will see won't we?" She answered Minerva's taunting simply and with a faint smile on her lips, showing that she too could play the mind games Minerva was so fond of. She did however feel her ire rising when the referee showed the hentai belt to Minerva, the image an unwelcome reminder that of all the women she respected in the AFW who deserved to stand across from her tonight it was Minerva standing there instead. When the ref raised the belt above her head the crowd burst into another roar but Natasha kept her eyes on Minerva, showing the challenger just how focused she was on the task at hand, dealing with her.

Then the bell rang out at last, though she almost didn't hear it over the chanting of her name from the crowd, Natasha taking one more deep breath as she soaked it all in before beginning to move. She took a few tentative steps forward while watching Minerva, looking for some hint of what the woman had planned, but when it became apparent the woman was waiting for her Natasha decided not to disappoint her. She sprinted the last several steps left between them with her hands reaching out for the woman's shoulders for a lock up, only Natasha would scarcely wait a moment before throwing her knee up at Minerva's midsection.

Ah, this was going to be fun.

As much as Minerva loved to dominate her opponents, the thrill was really at its peak when she had to work some to conquer them. Not a ton - too much would just take the fun and enjoyment right out of it. But little felt better than overcoming the best your opponent had to offer, and standing tall over them when it was all over.

There was no doubt in her mind Natasha came ready to do just that. The Frenchwoman looked confident and unafraid. If there was any doubt in the champion, none of it was showing. But the night was young. And if Minerva had anything to say about it, that confidence would be long gone by the end of this bout.

Even as the bell rang, the eyes of the champion and challenger remained locked onto each other. Natasha relished the love showered onto her by the crowd, while Minerva seemed to ignore it altogether. And then, it was finally time for the two to clash. Initially it seemed Natasha was going to be calm and patient, until the bluenette suddenly jolted toward her. Quickly Minerva threw her arms up to lock them up with Natasha’s, and she stumbled back a step before finding her balance and anchoring down. If that had been an attempt to catch the Dane off guard and drive her back, it had almost worked. Almost. But now Minerva was in a good position to put her size and strength advantage to good use. Figuring it wouldn’t do Natasha’s confidence any favors, Minerva intended to start driving forward, and push her foe all the way back up against the ropes. But just as she started lifting a leg to take that first step….

“Ugh!” she gasped as a knee flew up right into her stomach! The blow was hardly anything serious, but it did catch Minerva off guard, knock some wind out of her, and create an opening for Natasha.

With almost anyone else Natasha would have prefered to begin with a slow opening, one spent measuring out what her opponent could do before deciding on how best to target any weaknesses she spotted. But with Minerva she had wanted to strike fast and early which was exactly what she had done. Perhaps it had little to do with strategy and more to do with her built up anger towards the woman but at the end of the day if she could hurt Minerva she could beat her, and that was the ultimate end goal.

Minerva had put too much space between them with her long arms for the knee to the woman's gut to be quite as effective as Natasha had intended, but it stopped the woman right in her tracks which was good enough for the moment. With Minerva gasping for breath after the hard shot Natasha saw an opportunity to assert her dominance from the beginning of their match and fully intended to take advantage of it.

"Thats just the beginning." Her lips to Minerva's ear the frenchwoman whispered to her before setting her feet and yanking on Minerva by the shoulders, twisting her body as she did to fling Minerva front first into the closest corner of the ring to them.

Minerva was the last person who would ever outright admit something of the sort, but she didn’t at all dislike the sound of Natasha’s sweet voice whispering into her ear. Little things like that were what separated a talented hentai fighter from any other wrestler. Whether you like your opponent or not, the name of the game is pleasure. Those who manage to incorporate that into every minor detail were the ones who had their hand raised in the end more often than not.

But of course, a simple knee strike and a whisper were nowhere near enough to make Minerva start feeling worried. But she was going to have to be patient if she wanted a chance to turn the tables.

When Natasha whipped her off, Minerva was sent into an involuntary run toward one of the corners. She turned at the last seconds, and grunted as her back smacked up against the padded turnbuckles. Her arms rested over the top ropes on either side of her as she waited for the champion to come for her, hoping she’d have time to see it coming and react accordingly.

Natasha flung her challenger towards the corner but wasn't about to just ler her rest up afterward, having come into this match prepared to press the attack whenever she could, knowing full well giving Minerva time to recover would be a mistake. She immediately chased after her so that when Minerva spun around to land back first against the corner rather than face first, she would be nearly face to face with Natasha yet again.

Her hands would already be reaching for the top ropes to either side of Minerva by the time the woman hit the turnbuckles, Natasha yanking herself forward to add even more to the speed with which she would slam her body into the challenger, even jumping just enough to bring her tits crashing into the woman's face. If she could connect as planned Natasha wouldn't pry herself away just yet, instead using her grip on the ropes to grind her tits from left to right and back again over Minerva's face.

Minerva may have hoped some sort of opening might show itself to her with enough time for her to capitalize on it. But alas that wasn't to be. The second her back hit the turnbuckles Natasha was right on her, much more literally than Minerva would've liked.

"Mmph!" she grunted out when her foe crashed into her, her voice muffled by the Frenchwoman's large breasts. And as if that wasn't humiliating enough, Natasha then began to rub her breasts right over Minerva's perfect face! Yelling muffled protests against the chest of her rival, the challenger pushed against Natasha, trying with all her might to get the woman off of her.