Friction Hentai Championship Title Match: Minerva (c) vs ???

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A familiar theme began to play over the speakers in the Friction arena, and seconds later Friction’s newly crowned Hentai Champion emerged onto the stage, greeted by a chorus of boos so loud it nearly drowned out her music. But from the smug expression on her flawless face, you’d think not one bit of it was reaching her ears. Of course she could hear them all loud and clear, but she had never been one to care for the opinions of just about anyone aside from herself, and she certainly wasn’t going to start with this group of common fools. She was the Hentai Champion now, just as she said she would be. If anyone didn’t like it, that was their problem.

The Dane was dressed in her usual ring gear, along with an elegant black fur coat, and her championship belt around her waist. Grinning ear to ear, she strode down the aisle with all the confidence of a conquering hero returning to his grand castle - or rather, to the castle they’d just taken for themselves. Minerva grabbed a microphone from the announce table and brought it with her into the ring, waited a moment for the crowd to tire itself out, then began to speak once the noise started to die down.

“Everything has changed now. And yet, everything remains the same. I have always been the one true queen in this league, but at last I finally have a glorious crown of my own to make that claim indisputable!” she announced gleefully, causing the crowd to start booing her once again. But still Minerva was unbothered, and even seemed to enjoy their obvious disapproval.

“I understand, you mindless sheep had grown quite used to the false queen who wore this before me,” she said, patting the belt on her waist. “But do not despair. From now on, I will show all of you how a real queen rules her domain, starting tonight!” And just like that, those who had wanted to boo her loudest were now holding it in, curious to find out just what Minerva had up her sleeve.

“Aside from myself, of course, I struggle to think of a single woman in the hentai division worthy of challenging me. Unlikely as it may be, perhaps there is one somewhere hidden amongst the ranks that I’ve simply overlooked,” Minerva said, before turning to face the entranceway. “If anyone back there believes you are that hidden gem, by all means, come out here and prove it!”

Still grinning like a cheshire cat, Minerva lowered the microphone and simply waited to see who, if anyone, would have the courage to come to the ring and accept her challenge...

There was a rhythm to the AFW, especially when it came to these open challenges that were so popular these days. Typically, when someone asked for a random challenger, there would be a minute or two of waiting while whoever was coming made their way out. It wasn’t as if there was a line of wrestlers in the guerilla position at all time, ready to go as challengers at any time.

However, unlike usual, there were only a few scant seconds between Minerva’s final words and the music starting up on the loudspeakers. There was a reason for that.

While Minerva hadn’t made a formal announcement for her challenger, Kim suspected she’d get around to it soon enough Avalanche. She’d been following the Dane’s progress in the AFW, intimately and intensely. She was skilled, strong, but proud. The sort of person that needed someone to prove themselves. She reasoned it was only a matter of time before she went this route, so when she heard that Minerva would be in attendance for the show, she made sure she was in the right place.

She made her way out from the back to little fanfare, most in the crowd not even recognizing her from her first, barely televised yet satisfying match. Some even thought she was a runaway fan, though the lack of security swarming her proved that wrong. To be fair, she didn’t appear to be dressed for combat, as she strolled towards Minerva in her short, black skirt, her high heels, and her sleeves red top.

With everyone becoming more puzzled by the moment, Kim slid on into the ring and began to walk around Minerva, looking her over, taking in the details. Such a beautiful woman, this Dane. Shame the attitude ruined it.

For now,  she kept her opinions to herself. In fact, she said nothing at all, content to eyefuck Minerva until she  broke the tension.

Minerva was glad she didn’t have to wait long before her challenge was answered, though she couldn’t say she was familiar with the music that began to play, or the woman who emerged and strode down to the ring. Whoever she was, she seemed confident, though she hardly looked like she was prepared for any sort of match at all, let alone a championship match.

But she was quite pleasing to look at. The small skirt and heels showed off her legs and hips rather nicely, and the red top was an excellent choice to go with it. But while the attire may not have appeared to be a good one for a wrestling match at first glance, it was one that conveyed a sense of authority about her, especially with the way she fearlessly moved around Minerva and scanned her body over. She never uttered a word, but her body language said that she was here to find a weakness in the new champion, then exploit it for her own gain. At least, that was how the Dane interpreted it anyway. But if that was indeed what this girl wanted, she’d soon learn there was much more to such a task than walking out to the ring and trying to look tough to make that happen.

“Like what you see?” Minerva asked teasingly as the girl walked around her and looked her over. She’d wait until they were face to face again before continuing on. “So you wish to answer my challenge, do you? Who are you, and what makes you think you have what it takes to remove me from my rightful throne?”

Great breasts, large enough to be voluptuous and perfect for smothering, but not to the point of silliness like some of the more exaggerated women the AFW had to offer. Firm hips, shapely and wide, atop two powerful, tone legs. This was a body not meant to dance around the ring, but to crush bodies and leave them ruined in the middle of the ring. An alluring, sensual face, with just enough taken from Europe and Asia to give her the smallest details of her heritage, making her seem all the more exotic.

The perfect combination of features. Of course this was the hentai champion.

Kim was biting her lip when Minerva spoke and began to move forward, barely able to contain the anticipation. She knew she didn’t have much right to be here - she was new, barely tested in the AFW, and she hadn’t even won her debut match. All the same, Minerva hadn’t called for the best or the brightest to take her on...she’d simply call. In wrestling, everything was fair game.

With her window shopping done, Kim finally moved forward and strolled over to Minerva, letting the large woman’s shadow cast over her. She reached up and pulled the microphone to her lips. ”Kim Rhee.” She answered, her tone calm and pleasant, as if this was just a quaint interview. “And as for what having what it takes…”

Kim reached up, stood on her tiptoes, and, if she wasn’t stopped, pulled Minerva into soft, wet kiss, letting her tongue slide past the champion’s lips, dance along the edge of her teeth, before plunging even deeper.

This was a rare situation for Minerva. Almost every opponent she’d ever taken on was someone she knew about ahead of time. One doesn’t garner a reputation as an effective strategist by being unprepared for fights, after all. But in this case, she knew nothing about this woman. Not her name, her style, her record, anything. All she had to go on was her first impression: this woman was confident, bold and fearless. Her smaller frame meant she was probably quick, though the high heels hardly seemed effective for running. She was pretty - enough so that Minerva highly doubted tonight would be her first sexual experience, and would have doubted it even if this weren’t a hentai affair. Beyond that, she had nothing to go on.

One bit of the missing information was filled in when Kim introduced herself, not with a mic of her own, but with the one in Minerva’s hand she’d boldly grabbed and pulled toward herself. Still, it wasn’t a name she’d heard before, so that told her very little. But what was telling was the kiss that followed. Initially the Dane’s eyes widened in surprise. She felt Kim’s tongue slide right by her lips and glide over the edge of her teeth, before pressing on even further. Not wanting to be outdone, Minerva’s own tongue came up to wrestle with Kim’s trying to push it around and back, fighting for control. Momentarily, at least, before finally moving back to break the kiss. It had felt wonderful, and she wouldn’t have minded all that much if it had continued. But she’d made a decision, and needed to announce it.

“I do admire your boldness. But I hope you don’t expect to dethrone me with a simple kiss. And, another thing…” as she spoke, her grin spread just a bit wider and her eyes narrowed at Kim, and insidious intent began to seep into her expression. “You put your lips on me without permission. If you think you’re getting away with that, I’m afraid you’re sorely mistaken… Get a referee out here immediately!” Minerva called out, then tossed the mic aside and peeled her coat off before moving to her corner and hanging it over the steel post. While the ref made her way out to the ring, the champion would move back to the middle of the ring to tower over the smaller girl, ready to defend her crown for the first time...

On one hand, the impromptu kiss was a hint of strategy from Kim. A good way throw Minerva off her game, if only for a few moments, and establish that she wasn’t the only woman in the ring who could wield sexuality as a weapon. She knew all too well the psychological edge such a move could have on a match - she’d won more than a handful of her earlier bouts before the bell even rang, messing with heads and weakening knees.

On the other hand, though, she just really wanted to kiss Minerva, and any opportunity was a good opportunity. Surprise kisses were always the best, in her experience, and few things thrilled her quite as much as the way a woman’s mouth would move when it had unexpected company.

To the champion’s credit, however, she kept her composure, and if Kim’s opening salvo had thrown her for a loop, she was doing an amazing job of not showing it. Her declaration brought a lustful lick to the Korean’s lips, loving the way she took charge of the situation. Reputation or not, she was a woman who demanded respect, and she’d already gotten a fair bit from Kim. It would not stop her from the upcoming attempts to fuck her silly, but it was there.

”A simple kiss can do wonders if you put it on the right spot. Agree?” She bit her lip and stepped back, taking a moment to strip while they waited for the referee to answer the summons. Off came the skirt and the top and even the shoes, leaving Kim barefoot and dressed in a black two-piece, tight lingerie that hugged her skin, so bare and skimpy that you could make out every curve beneath it, putting the full form of her small yet sumptuous body on display.

The crowd, needless to say, approved.

With that done, Kim kicked her clothes away and moved into Minerva’s shadow, lustily looking up at her opponent, admiring her iron figure. ”Thanks for the shade.”

Minerva cocked a brow and grinned as she watched Kim undress. No, she hadn’t exactly expected the girl to keep her heels on for a match, especially with a championship on the line. But she hadn’t quite expected her to strip all the way down to her bra and panties either. Not that she was complaining. Quite the opposite, in fact. Kim was beautiful from head to toe, a fact that hadn’t escaped Minerva even when the girl had been clothed.

Kim certainly had the right mindset for the Hentai division. Now Minerva was going to find out if she had the skill for it.

“Depends on the woman using it~” Minerva replied. Just about then the ref was sliding into the ring. She took the Hentai Championship and held it overhead, signaling to everyone watching that this was in fact a title bout, before handing it off to be taken over to the announcers’ table. “Hope you like it,” Minerva said when Kim joked about the “shade” Minerva was giving her. “I like to be on top, so you’ll be in it quite a bit.”

And with that the bell rang, officially kicking off the match!

The champions could’ve elected any number of ways to go about this. But her lack of knowledge on this girl dictated she start slow and learn about Kim first. So, she raised one hand up in the air just high enough for Kim to reach, inviting her in for a test of strength, all the while continuing to grin smugly at her challenger.

Kim was just three inches over five feet tall, and if the scale in her bathroom wasn’t lying this morning, she was about 116 pounds. A solid 116 pounds, but there was only so much power you could pack into that frame.

While she didn’t have Minerva’s stats memorized, she figured the Dane had to be about six feet tall, with well over 150 pounds backing it up. And a good deal of that weight was clearly hardened muscle. She looked strong enough to bench press herself

With that in mind, the idea of engaging Minerva - the hentai champion, a woman with one of the best WLDs on the roster - didn’t just seem stupid, but nearly suicidal. Since Kim was neither of those things, she didn’t do it, knowing all too well that a hentai match could be just as painful as a regular one if you made silly mistakes.

Oh, she appeared to go along with it, raising her hands as she neared the larger woman, lunging forward, seemingly dedicating herself to the test. But, at the last moment, Kim ducked down under Minerva’s arm, quickly dashed to her side, and brought her leg up for a lightning bolt of a roundhouse kick to the champion’s side, targeting the ribs in particular.

One way or another, someone’s judgement was going to be questioned by the crowd within the next few seconds. Either Kim would make herself look like a fool by taking on a much larger woman in a test of strength, or Minerva’s own logic would be in doubt for giving her foe such an easy opening to strike at. It almost begged the question as to why the defending champion would take such a seemingly needless risk. But there was a method to Minerva’s apparent madness.

If Kim did have the guts to try the test of strength, it would indicate her to be the type who wants to prove to all watching that no challenge intimidates her, a real “heart over skill” kind of competitor. But if she didn’t, it would more likely show this girl was more the methodical and practical type. An opportunist whose primary goal was simply to win. However this went, her opponent’s next move would tell a lot about her. And from that Minerva was going to have a much better idea of what to expect as the match progressed.

It almost seemed as if Kim was going to surprise Minerva by accepting her invitation - or rather, her dare. The girl’s fingers came inches away from her own. But just when she expected them to lock up, Kim instead lunged by her, and a sharp blow crashed right into Minerva’s ribs! “Ugh!!” she gasped out, arms immediately moving over her ribs while she stumbled back a few steps. The kick hadn’t been entirely unexpected, but it was far too quick for Minerva to effectively defend against it in time. Kim’s speed had earned her the first shot fired in this bout, as well as an early apparent opening against the Hentai Champion...

Maybe the crowd was romantic, loving the David vs. Goliath story unfolding before their eyes. Maybe they just had a healthy appreciation for the idea  of an underdog ‘rookie’ winning the title. Maybe they just liked the idea of a new champion being crowned before their very eyes.

Maybe they just thought Kim was hot.

Whatever the reason, the crowd was rather quickly getting behind Kim as she scored the first hit of the match, and a good one at that. Minerva was a mighty opponent, brimming with voluptuous muscle from head to toe, but at the end of the day, she was human - an arrogant, snobbish human, with very ribs that hurt like mad when you kicked them in just the right way.

It was a treat to see Minerva hurting so early, and the smirk on Kim’s face widened, but she knew better than to get carried away. It would take many, many more kicks to fell this giantess. She had best get to work.

With Minerva so concerned about her top, Kim figured it best to work on her bottom, next. She hopped to the champion’s side and shot her leg out, hitting her with a quick kick to the back of her thigh, then another after that, following in staccato succession to wear away on the Dane’s sturdy base.