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

The smile didn't return to Natasha's face as she renewed her assault on Minerva, she had gotten her taste of payback and was now focused on the task at hand, that being to keep her title at the expense of Minerva. Her fingers dug in deep, Natasha would tear through that top if Minerva was so opposed to having it stripped off of her. Minerva must have had a similar thought however as it wasn't long before the woman returned the favor. "Gawh let go!" She demanded, yanking up on Minerva by her tits and then slamming her back down to bang her the back of her head against the mat.

That wasn't going to do much but it was better than nothing as far as she was concerned. Her own breasts weren't nearly as covered as Minerva's were so the other woman's fingers were leaving bright red scratches over her large mounds. After a few tries at smacking Minerva's head against the mat Natasha would make another attempt at ripping the top from Minerva, her fingers scrambling to hook beneath the bottom edge and tear it upwards until those tits were exposed and her face was covered by her own top.

Nothing Minerva tried seemed to have even a slight effect on Natasha. Her resistance once again was completely shut down as her head was slammed down against the mat, and she was blinded as her top was pulled over her face, exposing her breasts. Her protests were muffled under her own top while her hands could only frantically flail around and try to push Natasha and her hands away.

Natasha finally managed to yank Minerva's top up and over the woman's head, earning a roar from the crowd as her opponent's sizable chest was laid bare for all the eyes in the arena to enjoy. She felt a flush of heat in her face, a hint of jealousy as the crowd fawned over the breasts of Minerva, unable to keep her mind from thinking "they aren't that impressive, not like mine..." Before she could shake that thought completely Minerva thrust her hands into Natasha's chest wildly, slamming into her tits until one of her hands went wide and smacked into her chin knocking the frenchwoman to the side. Her hands, that had been trying to pin down those wrists of Minerva, rubbed her aching chin now instead as she rolled off of Minerva. "Lucky shot..." She grumbled as she staggered up to her feet.

Lady Luck finally took a break from laughing at Minerva's misfortunes and seemingly offered her a brief moment of assistance as she managed to knock the champion off of her. Quickly the Dane rolled toward the nearest ropes while tossing away her top, since it was apparent it would only be a liability. Her teeth were grit like a wild animal consumed by rage, yet the strategist in her was still at work. Rather than charge at Natasha like she wanted to, she instead grabbed the ropes and took her time gradually picking herself up, patiently waiting for Natasha to come near her again.

Natasha staggered back to her feet while holding onto her jaw, moving it slightly back and forth to make sure nothing was out of place after that lucky shot from Minerva. Once she was satisfied her jaw was intact Natasha set her sights back on Minerva who she was surprised to see had torn away her top altogether, the bluenette's lips curling into a soft grin as she gave the woman a quick once over. "Good thinking, you've been seen enough in that ugly thing." She began while approaching the still rising Minerva. "You're not bad looking actually, at least you'll have that to cling to after I humiliate you tonight." Drawing close to Minerva, the woman just now getting back to her feet, Natasha reached out to grab her by the hair with thoughts of dragging her over to the corner to smash her face first against the top turnbuckle.

Minerva merely growled under her breath in response to Natasha’s taunting words. She watched the champion approach, while the hand she had on the rops subtly slipped around the handle of a riding crop attached to the rope. And when Natasha grabbed onto her, Minerva let herself be guided over toward the corner, holding the crop low and by her side to keep it out of view. But the moment the French woman was about to slam her face first into the top turnbuckle, Minerva roared out while thrusting the end of the handle of her weapon right at Natasha’s unprotected stomach, hoping the blow would stun her for a moment, on top of saving the challenger from a rough, face first crash with the turnbuckle.

Natasha felt like she had complete control over Minerva at this point, the woman like putty in her hands as she dragged her over to the corner where the turnbuckle and a massive headache awaited the woman. For the last few feet Natasha got a bit of a running start before bringing Minerva's head down towards the turnbuckle, only it never quite got there as Natasha was interrupted by a sudden and rather sharp pain erupting in her stomach. "Gaweh!" She let out as she doubled over, her eyes widening when she realized what Minerva was holding, what had been slammed into her midsection.

"Where did you..." She began to ask before her own coughing interrupted her, Natasha letting go of Minerva to wrap her arms protectively over her aching stomach.

Minerva didn't bother to answer Natasha's unfinished question. It had taken her quite a while to secure an opening like this and she wasn't about to let it slip through her fingers. Grabbing a handful of those beautiful blue locks on Natasha's head, she'd roughly throw the champion chest first against the corner, then push a hand against her back to hold her in place while the other lashed the crop right at the woman's gorgeous backside.

"Scream for me," she'd practically growl at Natasha. Lots of toys and tools were strung up all around the ring, but clearly Minerva was quite content with the one she'd picked out for herself. For the moment, at least.

Natasha's body was confused for a moment as to which pain it should react to, the throbbing ache in her gut after that shot from the crop or the fiery pain in her scalp, but she was truly thrown for a loop a moment later when Minerva slammed her chest first into the corner. Her tits threatened to burst clean out of her top but her attire held up, at least for the moment.

Before she could try fighting her way out of the corner that crop came down with a loud swish and an even louder thwack as it slammed into her flesh, Natasha glancing back over her shoulder to find a bright red mark across her ass. She bit down on her bottom lip rather than let Minerva hear her scream, throwing her elbow back trying to hit Minerva across the side of her head.

Instead of the scream she demanded, Minerva was given a stiff elbow strike, whipping her head to the side. Further enraged by the painful throbbing the blow as causing in her head, Minerva grit her teeth and moved her hand up to grab tightly onto the defiant champion’s hair, then yanked down and attempted to bring the woman’s head and neck crashing down right over Minerva’s knee. Hopefully, that would daze Natasha enough to give Minerva a more secure window of opportunity.