Tension Hentai Title Match: Leo Fandero (c) vs. ???

Eileen didn't purposefully let go per-say, as simply allow Leo space to both comprehend his scenario, and the pleasure Natasha was about to force upon him. Despite their appearances, the two were working together after all, with the end-game being to leave Leo a quivering mess. In all honesty, Eileen couldn't actually conceive Leo actually resisting such a favourable position. Sure, there was a belt to retain, but such a posture was every straight mans dream was it not? Regardless, the end results left Eileen a little perplexed. Right before a smile grew from ear to ear. She'd try to maintain her laughter, but even found herself bursting into tears at what she had just witnessed. She couldn't even remember the last time she genuinely chuckled.

"Pfff...SHE GIVES IT FREE OF CHARGE AND IT STILL GETS REFUSED..." Bringing a hand to her lips with one meekly still holding Leo's shoulder, Eileen completely struggled to control herself. She'd watch for a second as Natasha slid from the ring, imagining a tail between her legs as she did so. It was only after a good few seconds of laughter that she comprehended the obvious; if Leo was to reject such a favourable reward of sorts for Natasha, he certainly wouldn't stand freely whilst Eileen was trying to restrain him!

If Leo had somehow not responded to the vast open target that was Eileen Sommers, Eileen would attempt to bring her non-pushing arm up and around his head, yanking it down. If all went to plan, she'd soon heave Leo out of the corner via a headlock, once more inadvertently pressing the champions cheek against her hefty chest.

Unfortunately for Eileen, her fears had proved to hold at least a little truth to them.. As he had been released from the breast smother, the Spaniard had had enough time to catch his breath a little. Her arm curled around the back of his head, pulling him down so that his cheek was nuzzling up against the side of her boobs in the front headlock... But as she started to pull him from the corner in this position, he made his move.

Both his hands came down to cup around Eileen's butt cheeks. Squeezing firmly with his fingers on the sizeable rump in the center of his palm. His head turned slightly so that as he huffed out in effort, a warm breath left his lips and caressed over the side of her orb. Leo yanked up on the German to lift her feet from the mat, using the arm around his head as added leaverage in the lift.

Clenching his teeth, Leo tried to turn so that he was facing the turnbuckles, and also fall backwards at the same time... Trying to dump his opponent down on the back of her head and shoulders on the mat in something like a modified overhead suplex/toss... The turn allowing him to throw her clear of the turnbuckle and into the middle of the ring, rather that right have her slam right into the corner

Natasha scowled at Eileen as she managed to put her down yet again in this match, inside her mind she vowed to stomp some kindness into the girl before she was done in the match. As she got to the corner she leaned against the turnbuckle to watch her "partner" do her best, proping herself up on her elbow. Natasha smirked as Leo grabbed Eileens buttcheeks, even going as far as saying, "We need zee medical attention, he might have strained zomething grabbing that huge azz!"

Leo however had other ideas apart from a grope. He lifted up the Russian's partner and attempted to slam over over in a suplex. Natasha was concerned, but only because a pin attempt or submission might end the match, and her title chances. If that happened she would be sure to interfere. She wanted to pin the sexy Spaniard in the best way possible, giving him a literal taste of Russia!

For now she would watch on and step one boot slyly through the rope's ready to dart into the ring if needs be. She was content to tease the German, "Come on Eileen, are you letting zee "boy!" do zis to you?" It was a brutal comment, not only to the Germans pride but also would hopefully distract Leo enough to let her partner mount a recovery.

Eileen would of been lucky to have come off unscathed for her ignorance against a opponent of average skill, let alone one currently heading the division. She'd lock on her arm just as she hoped, but Leo had already begun to work in motion a move Eileen couldn't brace against. The monstrous grope upon her rear would of made her wretch and scream any other day, but given the very basis of this match, Eileen was nothing more than frustrated. And in pain, seconds later, after Leo had done dumping her body shoulder first into the canvas.

Eileen wouldn't have to tuck her head much to avoid trauma to the back of her skull given the quickness of Leo's slam, but it left her woozy all the same. She'd force herself to ignore her cocky team-mate, already figuring both that she had already had her own laughs at the girl, and more would come later. Right now, she'd simply try to get to her knees, ideally unhindered.

Leo still felt very much breathless after being smothered in Eileen's bust for a while, the effect combine with Natasha grabbing at his crotch had had more of an effect then just to leave him gasping for air, the front of his skin tight shorts was starting to sport something of a bulge... The head of his cock barely still contained under the rim of the black shorts after the Russian had tried to practically rip it off of him.

"Women all over me... Trying to snatch my clothing off... must be Tuesday.." Leo panted out as he moved up onto his hands and knees.. He couldn't use the corner to help him get to his feet cause Natasha was there and would likely interject herself if she was given the opportunity. Instead The Spaniard had to reach out for the ropes a little further away from the women's corner which slowed him down. Finally scaling fully to his feet, Leo turned and headed towards Eileen..

Leo tried to hooking his arm around the back of her head as she got to her knees, stuffing her face first against his crotch for a moment. He quickly nudged his knee into her breast, he figured seems Natasha had ended up craddling her girls, he might as well even things up with Eileen as well. Then gripping his fingers into her hair, he started dragging her face nice and slow up from his crotch across his bare abs as he puller her up to her feet.

Rising unhindered was the plan, until it became apparent Leo didn't at all consider the implications of a handicap match to be a lost cause. He had reason to be confident of course; this was the most directly hentai match Eileen Sommers had been in, and the already building stress between the redhead and her Russian ally had meant being saved right now was unlikely to say the least. With hands to the mans knees, Eileen would try to resist the pressing against that firm piece after her cheek made brief contact with it, considering nothing more humiliating than such right now.

"Insolent...pest..." More muttering to herself now as her cheeks were forced to grind upon firm abs, Eileen's pushing hands soon switched to ones attempting to hook around Leo's legs into the folds of his knees. She was far from what would consider a powerhouse, and wasn't the greatest of catch wrestlers, but prayed a sudden application of force via her top half along with pulling into Leo's legs would buckle the hentai champion and bring him to the ground!

Leo was planning to get the German up to her feet and then drag her all the way to the other turnbuckles away from Natasha... They were in the middle of the ring now but there was no reason not to be extra safe. At any time the Russian brunette could reach in for a tag or grab at him if they strayed too close without him noticing.

However perhaps the Spaniard was getting to far ahead of himself in thinking that he could control Eileen from here on out... As he was mid way in dragging her face up from his crotch over his abs, she hooked an arm around the back of his knee pit and shoved the top half of her body against the front of his thighs and lower belly.

"Nhh!!" Leo grunted out as Eileen's taken down attempt was successful in tripping him backwards to the mat.. He landed against the canvas with a thump on the back of his shoulder, but at least he hadn't suffered a running tackle or a spear. As it was, he didn't suffer too much daze or get too winded by the fall. Leo started to try and pull his legs back away from Eileen's arm, attempting to kick away at her if she held on too long

The fall was slow, like being tackled by a child wrapped around your legs, but effective nonetheless given Eileen prevented Leo's legs coming back to correct his fall. The moment he was down, Eileen wouldn't wait. The ground was her element, but not on a foe this fresh. Thus, she rose, so that a posture where she could more easily dominate her foe would not instead become the same place Leo locked in his control.

Forcing her way to her knees, she'd step back creating distance from her foe. She wouldn't spare her partner the time of day out of pure disdain combined with that superiority complex, instead simply latching that powerful gaze upon Leo. Whilst muttering her first words at him.

"Quite the little shit, aren't you..."

Natasha, who had taken a time out so far in the match to nurse her breast was now enjoying the show. She stayed in her corner, watching Leo and Eileen slug it out, and if she was honest, she was slightly jealous that Leo managed to effectively hump her tag partners face in such a manner. The Russian had a kink that she quite enjoyed the "up close and personal" attention of a cute male wrestler like that, however she would prefer a much private match for that. Then again, the Russian had her kinks, and pushing her buttons in the right way could make her long for someone like Leo to erotically dominate her for the count

She decided that her time was due and she could get into the match at anytime, careful to "announce" her intentions so the wrestlers had not forgotten about the Soviet Seductress. "You realize Eileen that zis cutie iz getting zee better of you? Why not let a "real" woman punish him?"

The smirk on the Russian's face was staggeringly smug. She was not only goading her partner into letting her into the match, fresh and eager to show Leo ALL of her smothering and sensual holds, but the male wrestler might well feel slightly worried a turned on Russian with curves to die for wanted to get a piece of him, and judging by the bulge in his shorts, Natasha knew it was more than ample

Leo groaned faintly and rolled over onto one side as Eileen thankfully got off of him, not that he wasn't enjoying being down on the mats with the voluptous woman... But given it was a match for the hentai belt, he might have prefered to be the one on top right now

The Spaniard looked up to try and spot where the German was to make sure she wasn't attack as he tried to get onto his hands and knees... Over in the woman's corner, Natasha was saying something to the German. What ever it was she was saying, perhaps Leo could use the distraction to his advantage. Leo tried to quickly swipe his arm at Eileen's legs, hoping that she might be mid way in responding to her partner or turning her back to him... He attempted to go for a simple trip from his position down on the mat, although this might have the undesired side effect of allowing the German to fall closer to her keen Russian partner