Reina Tsuzuki vs Beckett Tremblay: Pinfall Hentai Match

Pinfall Hentai Match!
Rules: To win one must score a 3 count after making their opponent cum.



After getting her debut out of the way Reina had figured at least some of her nervousness before a match would have gone away, but she felt very much the same way tonight as she had during her first match. It seemed it would take more than one or two matches to get used to all of this, though at least the sexual aspect to fighting in these hentai matches didn't bother her as much as it seemed to for others she had spoken with, both rookies and veterans alike who weren't used to the hentai division. She was indeed her mother's daughter however, at least when it came to how she viewed nudity and sex in general, though that wasn't helping her deal with performing in front of so many people. The butterflies in her stomach over wrestling in front of thousands of people were something she would have to learn to cope with herself.

A knock on the door told her it was time to come on out, Reina calling out "I'll be right there!" before she closed her locker and took one last look at her ring gear. A tug here and a pull there told her the one piece suit wasn't going anywhere without some help, the zipper pulled up to her neck and feeling secure. Her thigh high boots were snug and her little jacket felt the same, leaving her no excuse not to head on down to the ring.

Her entrance music started to play and just like a college girl out at a night club when their favorite song came on Reina was practically bouncing on down to the ring, dancing with the beat as she focused on just enjoying the song rather than thinking about all the people watching her come down to the ring. She half ran up the steel steps and then walked along the apron to the middle of the ring, pausing for just a moment to take a deep breath before she waved to the crowd and hopped right over the top ropes in a display of athleticism that got her a decent bit of cheering. Feeling a bit better now Reina skipped on over to the far side of the ring and climbed the turnbuckle, striking a quick seductive pose that had her puffing out her chest before dropping down to await the arrival of her opponent.

Beckett pursed her lips, slipping into a few suggestive posed as she watched her reflection in the mirror. Between each she made small adjustments. Tugging her bustier up slightly to better accentuate her already beautiful curvature, wiggling up her black shorts to display the faintest hint of her lushous cheeks beneath, and of course brushing back a few strands of hair, enough to look roguishly disheveled in that lovely seductive way.

She had a match tonight, with a fresh face. The impressionable type no doubt. The who, didn't much matter, she always found it important to look her best. Life was a show, and the audience never went home. Tonight though, she only had eyes for one person, and her name was Reina.

She never did research on her matches, she liked the surprise of it all. A few details had slipped on her opponent though, enough to pique her interest. It had been awhile since her last match in Friction. Disappointing as far as competition went, but an invigorating encounter with a lovely young girl. She wouldn't pass another opportunity like that up for an instant. Where else could one be paid to indulge in a bit of good old fashion debauchery?

Beckett Tremblay:

Louie Prima and Wolfgang Lohr - Black Coffee:

The thin form of a riding crop passed through the curtains, parting them to the side as The Ringmistress slipped past. This was her first time before the arena crowd proper, her previous match had been of the bedroom variety. Comfortable and safe, a far more forgiving environment than an actual ring. As she reached the top of the stage she paused to admire her opponent from afar, tapping her thigh lightly with the crop.

The redhead sashayed down the ramp with long strides, blowing small kisses to the crowd as she received a few cheers from those who had seen her last televised match, and cat calls from the uninitiated. She reached the base of the ramp, and her eyes had locked onto Reina, those cool silver orbs burrowing into the girl with a silent intensity.

Beckett moved to the posts, making her way slowly up the stairs before stepping out onto the apron. She moved with a practiced grace that almost made her appear to glide effortlessly. She brought a leg up, sliding it down along the middle rope. She slipped under the top rope, reclining back along the middle cable, stretching herself out as she balanced to better present herself to all on hand. Once she had finished, she moved into the ring, strolling casually up to Reina.

With a small flick of the wrist she would attempt to tap the riding crop between the girl's legs, drawing it up slowly along the girls we'll defined curves until it rested beneath her chin, guiding the girl to look her in the eyes. “You look simply ravishing my dear. I look forward to pouring over every inch of you tonight.”

Reina hadn't even known who she would be fighting until she heard the announcer call out the name "Beckett Tremblay" over the beat of the music and the cheers of the fans, though a name alone didn't tell her much about what sort of woman she was. Not that she couldn't make some guesses, it took no time at all for her imagination to start running wild after she saw the fiery red hair and an outfit she could only describe as that of a ring master, mistress, whatever the term was. The riding crop she spotted once Beckett was halfway down the rope added an entirely new dimension to the imaginary Beckett in her head, that of a dominatrix moonlighting in the AFW in her search for new slaves for her personal enjoyment. Or perhaps even for renting out to lonely people! Her thoughts were running wild along this route only to be interrupted when the real Beckett stepped into the ring and brought her riding crop up against her crotch.

Her eyes went wide and her body froze up like a doe in the head lights, Reina gulping as she was abruptly yanked out of her head and into the real world where she was face to face with a woman who may or may not be a dominatrix wanting to enslave her. She remained still as the riding crop traveled up along her body, expecting at any moment for Beckett to slap it against her flesh only the woman never did. She just blinked a few times and stared back at the red head, though after a few moments she realized this was just a game. So she would play as well.

"Well perhaps after I've put you down for the one, two, three you, me, and that riding crop can go somewhere and really spend some time getting to know every last inch of one another." Reina spoke with a playful smile, giving Beckett a wink as her hand swept up to knock the crop away from her face. Now that she was up close with Beckett she could see there was much to be excited about, the red head wasn't shy at all about her bust as her corset put them on display for all to see and admire, but she could tell the woman was more than just nice tits as her outfit was nice and tight.

Painted lips parted slightly, enough to allow her tongue to free slip over the top of them briefly. The slow journey of her crop up the other woman's body had told her quite a bit about Reina, whether the girl was aware of it or not. That look of stunned surprise on contact, her lack of resistance as she toyed with her, and that small glimmer in her eyes before putting on her little front. She knew that look, a dreamer, someone who let her mind wander to all the juicy places this meeting could go. The redhead was already in her thoughts, that worked well in her favor.

The Ringmistress gave the girl a playful look of disappoint as she bat the crop aside and chose to speak of defiance. The redhead gave the small riding crop a artful twirl between her fingers, drawing it up between the two of them before tapping the girls lightly with the end, a small boop on the nose.

“Tut-tut, mon chéri. You do me a grave disservice to assume you will defeat moi, as well as captivate enough to warrant I spent more time with you.” Her silver orbs played up and down Reina’s body, taking her all in. “No games, I assure you…” The crop drifted away to her side where it dangled before being cast aside to the canvas. A few small steps and she had pressed herself up against Reina flattening out her lush chest out across the girls on a delightful display of her cleavage.

That match hadn't officially started yet, but in truth Beckett had started her fight with Reina the moment she appeared. The body might give out, but in a hentai match, dominating the mind allowed for everything else to fall in line so much easier. Her lips lingered just close enough they brushed the other girl’s as she spoke, teasing of a more intimate moment. “Impress me in defeat and I may yet wish to see you again.” She lingered, giving Reina the choice to move away, to step down and flee. Had the girl remained before her, the redhead would lean in to claim her lips.

Her kiss would be soft and first, a warm pleasant moment shared between the two, hinting of something more. The longer Reina stayed, the more intense it would become. Beckett would seek to entangle to woman with her arms, attempting to slip her hands around the woman to hold her close. Fingers dancing along the girls back to slide down along the gentle curve of her back to caress her backside. The other would attempt to comb through Reina’s hair towards back of the woman's head to hold her into their lip lock. Somewhere within her opening gambit, the bell would ring.

Reina blinked several times in rapid succession as that riding crop smacked her on the nose, the young woman stunned into silence once again, unable to do anything except listen to more of the woman's admittedly captivating words. Her lips parted as if to speak but Reina was at a loss for words, even as Beckett closed the few feet between them to press their breasts together Reina's mind remained blank on how exactly she should respond to her. Did she try to play herself off as overly flirty and care free, the usual bubbly personality that most seemed to expect out of her, or did she trade words with the woman and try to beat her at her own game?

Her mother always seemed to deal with other wrestlers the same way no matter what sort of personality she was faced with, by coming off as the more experienced woman hoping the other didn't disappoint her. To give her mom credit the tactic almost always seemed to work but that wasn't something Reina felt she could duplicate seeing as she just wasn't the older or more expeirneced one between her and Beckett. No, in the end she had to find her own way, and Reina only knew one way to be.

"I do not assume anything Beckett, I just have confidence in myself thats all. No different from yourself I imagine, confident in your victory after all you've experienced up until this moment of our conflict. But only one of us can win so lets enjoy ourselves as we figure this out, I might be young but trust me Beckett, I won't disappoint you." In an effort to captivate Beckett this time around Reina rubbed herself up against the red head as she spoke, hoping to draw the woman in and it seemed to work for Beckett leaned in and seeing what she was offering reina did as well to lock their lips together.

The kiss was soft at first, feeling more like a friendly greeting than anything romantic and yet it didn't take long for the embrace to deepen, becoming something more as the bell rang. Reina wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, letting her hands rest comfortably upon the red head's curvy rear and even getting in a loving squeeze or three as they made out in the middle of the ring.