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

It was going to take a hell of a lot more than one blow to the ribs to make Minerva worry even remotely about the possibility of having her beloved championship taken from her tonight. That being said, she still wasn’t fond of quite a few things about her situation. She was doubled over by a much smaller girl, wide open and vulnerable, and had to listen to the crowd of fools cheer the challenger on against her. Not that she particularly gave a damn what they thought, but no one on the planet was likely to enjoy thousands of people simultaneously being joyful at their expense, and Minerva was no different.

And the sudden smack of a leg against her own didn’t do anything to help matters.

“Agh!” Minerva yelled out at the impact while stepping away, before another kick struck home and forced another cry from her lips. The champion took a few stumbling steps and found herself in one of the corners. An arm reached out to grab a rope and steady herself, while the other hand moved down to rub against the now stinging spot on her leg. She growled through grit teeth in both pain and mild irritation.

True, each moment Kim was in control was a moment that taught Minerva more about the girl. Still, it wasn’t particularly pleasant knowing her situation was likely going to get worse before it got better.

Deep in the back of her head, Kim knew she was in danger here, even if she was on the offense. Minerva was a fearsome opponent, and you could know that without watching any of her matches. All you truly needed to do was look at her Win/Loss ratio, and you’d see the portrait of a woman who rarely came across a foe she couldn’t beat, who could hold her own with some of the biggest names in the league.

But, all the same, she couldn’t help but be a little cocky, here. The small, pleased smile on her lips just seemed to come out of nowhere.

There was Minerva, leaning in the corner, licking her wounds. Holding back might’ve been the safer move, but Kim was never one to pay much mind to risk. Her opponent was open. Why not attack?

So, attack she did.

While Minerva was busy taking care of herself down low, Kim decided to attack her up high. She closed in quick, but instead of going straight to the champion, she skipped to the ropes nearby. With a small hop, she placed one foot on the middle rope, the swung the other around in a wide arc towards the side of Minerva’s head, looking to catch her right in the jaw with an enziguri.

Minerva’s ribs and leg might’ve been a bit sore at the moment, but she wasn’t in such bad shape that she couldn’t keep a close watch on her opponent - though she did so discreetly by only glancing at her through the corner of her eye. The art of deception was one of the most useful things to have at one’s disposal in combat, because if well executed, the unsuspecting target will inevitably find themselves making a wrong move sooner or later. Right now the smart thing for Kim to do absolutely would have been to back off and take a moment to find the best available opening. But with her condition being as “bad” as it was, how could her opponent resist lunging in sooner than she probably should have?

Although, feigning the extent of the damage inflicted against her was essentially welcoming more pain. But there was a method to Minerva’s madness.

The Dane saw Kim go to spring off the rope right beside her, and just narrowly managed to raise an arm in time to take the brunt of the kick that followed. But the movement was so quick and the echoing smack of the impact was so loud that it easily could have seemed Kim’s foot slammed right against Minerva’s jaw as planned, especially given the way the Dane grunted out and stumbled “groggily,” guided from that corner to one directly adjacent to it by her hand on the top rope.

Now her suspicions about Kim’s fighting style seemed to have been confirmed. The wheels in her devious head continued to turn, breaking down and sorting out her strategy, all while she appeared to be in a total daze. The champion’s arms came to rest over the top ropes at either side of her while her back rested heavily against the turnbuckles. There might as well have been a bullseye on Minerva’s wide open torso, just daring Kim to take her shot...

There was a moment - a brief, half-second - as Kim’s enziguri sailed through the air, where she was quite afraid. In that instant, she could’ve sworn it looked Minerva was actually going to block the attack, that her kick would loss its impact, that she’d be countered and made to pay.

Then Minerva took the hit and everything went off without a hitch. Maybe even better - Kim knew her kicks could hurt, but those results were more than she was hoping for.

The champion was reeling, stumbling away, so hurt that she wound up in the next corner while she recovered. That little voice was going off again, advising Kim to be cautious with this, try for something a little slower and more reliable…

She ignored it. The fans were too loud, the opportunity was too juicy. She couldn’t not seize the moment.

Kim slid over to the corner opposite from Minerva, took a quick breath, then ran forward at full speed, her bare feet barely touching the mat as she moved. When she was close enough, she ducked down and did a handspring, only to pop up and come flying at the cornered champion with all her momentum, spending that force on a forearm smash to the face.

Minerva was convinced she could’ve won an Oscar for her little performance.

As she rested there in the corner not a single person seemed to catch on to her little ploy. The crowd eagerly cheered the challenger on as if she had already sealed her victory. And Kim was riding their cheers like a wave on the ocean. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t quite see where that wave was about to carry her.

The cornered champion watched Kim spring forward in what was surely a display of impressive athleticism, but one that gave Minerva exactly what she wanted. She threw her arms out and stepped out from the corner to meet Kim just as the girl cocked her arm back, then threw both of her own around her foe to catch her right out of the air into a painfully tight bear hug! Now it was Minerva’s turn to sneer and grin again while she held the girl in her constricting clutches.

“You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself so far…” she said, then placed a few soft kisses along Kim’s cheek and neck while squeezing her strong arms against the girl’s frame. “But I do think it’s time we slowed things down just a little~” Minerva then extended the tip of her tongue and slowly dragged it up Kim’s neck. All the while, she was rather enjoying all the close contact between their bodies. But it would only last a brief moment longer.

Minerva would then take some adjusting steps to turn around until Kim’s back was the one facing the corner. And from there she’d suddenly jerk back and hurl her foe overhead, aiming to send her for a painful crash with a belly to belly suplex!

There was a moment, a horrifying moment, just as Kim was coming off the handspring, where she saw Minerva’s chiseled arms reaching out to accept her. She wasn’t quite caught yet, but that was the moment where she realized she was about to be, and that there was literally nothing she could do to stop it. She was moving with too much momentum to abort, and in the next second, the champion would clamp down, squeeze away at her, and the pain would come.

And come it did. Kim bit down hard, trying to hold back a scream as the Dane’s arms powered down on her midsection like steel cables, relentless and unbreakable in their embrace. Offense switched to defense in an instant, and she was at Minerva’s mercy...or would’ve been, if she had any.

There was pleasure, yes. A little lick along her collarbone, around her neck. Soft kisses that sent a shiver down her spine. But since her spine was enduring so much pain, that pleasure was fleeting, and she was far too busy writhing to appreciate it.

Before the pain could became to great to bear, she released in the worst way possible, sent flying the suplex. Her body flopped about like a ragdoll, arms and legs askew, until she crashed hard on her shoulders. The impact rattled her to the bone, and for the moment all she could could was roll over to her chest and weakly start to push her way back up, groaning along the way.

Minerva couldn't deny how nice Kim's body felt as she held it tightly against her own. In a way it made her look forward to everything that was still to come in this bout. And, it also made her briefly think about how nice it would be to force Kim into being her servant, or perhaps a pet, so she could enjoy this feeling as often as she wished.

Maybe she'd return to that thought later. For now, the match was the priority point of focus.

After sending Kim down with a painful crash to the mat, Minerva rose and sauntered toward the downed girl, briefly rubbing her wrist over a still somewhat sore spot on her ribs where Kim had kicked her. Once she was by the girl's side, she'd reach down and try to hook one arm under her leg and the other around her head so she could attempt to lift her right up off of the mat.

Assuming that went without any trouble, Minerva would then hurl Kim right back down to the canvas with a strong scoop slam!

As Kim writhed about on the floor, she couldn't help but compare this with her first AFW match, against Tiffany. She hadn't won that one, but she’d come out pretty good for a debut, holding her own against a seasoned, respected veteran. What was more, she took it as a litmus test on how to approach the power types. A learning experience for Minerva.

The pain coursing through her body told her different. The Hentai Champion was another powerhouse, true, but she amplified that strength with a unique vicious that her previous opponent lacked, and a rare cunning.

This one was smart. Smart enough to not give Kim the slightest chance to recover now that she had the advantage.

She had just begun to push up to her hands and knees when Minerva came over and ‘helped’ her along, lifting her up like she was nothing more than a doll to manipulated - which, maybe she was, at the moment. There was no time to counter, no time to react, before Kim was brought back down to the mat with an impact that seemed to make the arena quake.

Her aching spine took the brunt of the damage, and Kim couldn't stop a shrill scream from escaping her lips at the pain spread like wildfire.

The sound of Kim's body crashing down echoed like a roll of thunder though the arena. The scream that accompanied it had many in the crowd cringing, but Minerva just continued to smirk.

The Dane took a brief moment to admire her handiwork - or more accurately, the lithe form of her defenseless opponent sprawled out at her feet. Kim might've gotten the jump on her initially, but now the queen was back in command, ready to demonstrate what happened to any foolish soul who dared to infringe on her domain.

But this was a Hentai Championship bout. And as much as Minerva enjoyed the thought of breaking and demolishing the smaller girl, there'd been enough pain for the moment. Now it was time to throw some pleasure into the mix.

Moving by Kim's feet, Minerva would lean down and hook both the girl's legs under her arms, then attempt to roll her over onto her front in position for what at first seemed to be a boston crab...that is, until one of Minerva's hands left Kim's leg began to move over her thinly covered sex.

All it took was a moment.

Kim was cursing to herself on the floor, wishing she could’ve rightly been doing it to the Dane. In truth, though, she knew she had little right to - it wasn’t as if Minerva had done anything underhanded or sneaky. Playing rope-a-dope was hardly an illegal tactic. She’d been stupid, and the champion had made her pay. That sort of thing was why she was the champion.

An annoying realization, but one that did her little good now. She needed to get back, and she was just about to do that, too. Kim started to push her way back, defying her body’s wishes to take a moment of rest, when a weight dropped down on the small of her back.

The ‘Amazing Asian’ gasped at the pressure as it anchored her back to the canvas. Minerva wasn’t fat by any definition, but she was a solid woman, brimming with muscle, and it was all coming down on her in the most of uncomfortable way. That was only the start of her problems, though, as she felt her legs being left up and bent and pulled, locked into a tight Boston Crab.

Kim hissed at the pain, then moan at the pleasure, as a deft touch made its way between her legs. She had to bite her lips hard to keep anything else from getting out, both to keep Minerva from getting the satisfaction, and so she could focus on the only important thing: Scratching her way along the canvas, desperately trying to pull towards the ropes.