Tension Hentai Title Match: Leo Fandero (c) vs. Giulia La Rocca

It had been a few days after the eventful night where a strange woman calling herself a mistress interupted a promo he had been cutting and proceeded to assault and sexually assault him... Making him cum before knocking him out in the middle of the ring. Not that he was complaining too loudly about some half naked woman getting her hands all over him, but he hadn't had such a great past when it came to certain women in the past who got a little too handsy with him when he least expected it... Putting him in rather humilating positions..

So he was keen to put the events of a couple of night ago behind him... And there was no better medicine for forgetting about women then getting ahold of one and sexing them up rotten... Or so the Spaniard always said.



The familar tune of Come as you are by Nirvana kicked in over the loud speakers, announcing the arrival of Tension favourite loverboy Leo Fandero... Meaning it was time for tonights main event, a title match for the Tension Hentai belt. 9 seconds into the track in time with the drums kicking, Leo Fandero stepped out onto the top of the rampway with his arms held out wide and the Tension Hentai belt slung over one shoulder

Spoiler:

He gave the audience a slow turn, allowing everyone to take in the good... He wore a set of skin tight black shorts down to his mid thighs that left little to the imagination, black wrestling boots with a set of knee pads above them... On top, he had an unbutton short sleeve shimmering silver shirt. And then, of course, his trademark black and white trilby hat which sat slightly askew on top of his head.

With a charming smirk, the Spaniard made his way down the rampway to the ring. After climbing up the small staircase at one corner, he placed his hand on his hat as he leaned down to step through the ropes and get into the ring. He swaggered across the ring and turned to lean back against the ropes so that he could take in the site of his opponent as she entered...



Hardstyle Hentai match
victory conditions: Who ever can make their opponent cum and then either pin or submit them afterwards wins the match

This was a night that Giulia La Rocca had lived through in her wildest dreams. This was also a night that the Italian did not think would have come for a long time yet. And this was arguably also the most important night in her young career in AFW so far.

This was the night of Giulia's first title match. The ultimate chance to gain unprecedented glory and fame, and to cement her name on the list of legends on the Tension roster forever. The moment when all her tireless work on building and sculpting her body to its great strength ultimately paid off, and after which there would be no one left doubting her capabilities. And Giulia was going to cease it.

There was just one, small hiccup though. This was the Hentai title match.

Sure, Giulia's record since her debut had been good. Almost perfect. It wasn't like her place in a title match would have been groundless. But when talking specifically of Hentai matches - this was her first.

According to the AFW management, that detail held zero significance. That had become crystal clear when they had offered this match to the Italian.

Granted, it wasn't like Giulia would have been a stranger to men, or sex in general. Far from it. Even here in AFW, she had taken some of her victims as prisoners for a steamy night back at her place. Knowing how to get guys riled up, and taking advantage of that was not something she would have been concerned about.

What she was concerned about was knowing how the guys would be trying to take advantage of her in the ring. Especially guys who were Tension Hentai Champions.

Giulia had been quite a bookworm at times, so naturally she had studied everything about Leo Fandero that she could. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite much. Apparently he had held the title for quite some time after winning it from a girl called Valerie, and attempts at challenging him had come to nothing time and time again. Well, apart from a very strange promo event a few days back... But Giulia knew his height, she knew his weight, his age and nationality, and about his powerhouse style.

Not an easy feat for the Italian by any means, but certainly doable.

But just as Giulia thought she knew all about Leo, something surprised her. His entrance theme. Granted, it held zero significance for the match, but for the Italian it did. She loved that song. But she couldn't love the guy who was the reason for hearing that song tonight.

Well, she couldn't love him on an emotional level at least. On a physical level it might actually become necessary tonight.

Another surprise was the belt. Not the belt itself, but the feeling seeing the belt caused her. Once she had landed her eyes on the shimmering item on Leo's shoulder, she knew she wanted to own it herself. Badly.

Watching Leo's entrance only contributed to those feelings. He certainly had the confidence, probably even arrogance, he had the boastful swagger...and that hat. That stupid hat. Did not match at all with the belt. All three of which were excellent reasons for Giulia to want to strip the belt from him. Badly.

Giulia La Rocca - La Forza Italiana:

As Saint Motel's My Type began blaring on the Tension arena, it was time for the contender of tonight to make her appearance. And this time she had a slightly different outfit than usual. Ideally, Giulia would have loved to take Leo on in her standard attire. She loved it, and it was great for both practical and appearance purposes. But truthfully, it wasn't really proper for a Hentai match. So tonight she wore a bikini. Accompanied by her wrestling boots though, as tonight's match was hardstyle after all...

As the Italian made her way down the ramp, she did take her sweet time to take in all the support and love that the crowds were giving her. Obviously, she loved the attention on her gorgeous body, now on display even better in the bikini, but she did also source confidence and strength out from their support. If they loved her that much, it was almost her duty to strip Leo off his belt, right?

Jumping into the ring, Giulia took off her glasses, setting them aside and proceeded directly to face Leo. Sure, he had a healthy height advantage, and probably weight as well, but the shorter Italian was going to demonstrate everyone that she wasn't afraid. There was no place for fear or insecurity in the ring tonight, that was for sure. Proceeding towards Leo all the way until their bodies touched each other, Giulia nailed her eyes on the guy's own, looking up to them as she made her greeting.

"Buonasera, so you're Leo Fandero, the former Tension Hentai Champion?"

Leo rested lazily back against the ropes as Giulia's music started up, he had the perfect position to cast a not too subtle appraising eye over her body and the flesh that the bikini didn't cover as she made her way down to the ring. The Spaniard allowed the Italian to walk right up to him nice and close, placing her breasts into the opening in his short sleeve shirt and squashing them softly into his firm pecks... Her waist right up against his crotch so that she could feel the slight lump covered in lycra.

"Well hello to you too, sweetheart.." Leo said with a grin as they got close enough to each other to kiss. He didn't shy away from the body contact, he was the Tension Hentai Champion after all.. In fact, the ladies man carefully and subtly nudged his hips forwards into her so that his member underneath his shorts got kinda lodged between both of their hot bodies.

"I'm afraid.." Leo said with almost a geniune sigh "I can't be letting go of this beauty just yet..." He said shrugging the one shoulder to empahise the title belt that was drapped over it..

"If you want a token to remember our up coming time together tonight..." He mused... He had noticed her looking at the trilby hat he was sporting as she walked down to the ring, so now he reached up to carefully tip it off his head and then slipped it on over her head... placing his arm over her shoulder as he did so, making it seem like he was craddling her head closer to his.

"But... If you're getting an article of my clothing to remember me by... I can't help but thinking that its only fair for me to get something of yours in return..."

Giulia was proud of her opening. No, it wasn't the quintessence of originality or quick wits, but it did exhale confidence. Confidence that she definitely needed, and confidence that she needed the crowds, and most importantly Leo to see. Who knew, maybe it could have even been enough to tick him off?

Fat chance. He was the champion. A few words weren't going to even trigger any marked change in his facial expression. Quite the contrary, as the guy responded to the Italian's greeting, he was sure to begin introducing Giulia the nature of the match by thrusting his hips forward, making his bulge well-known to the girl.

Uh-huh. So that's how this works.

It was fine though. Giulia could take it. Sure, she wasn't all that used to the male being the more active one with this stuff, usually having been the one teasing the boys herself, but she could surely cope with the change.

It was actually harder to cope with the fact that the belt was so available, so easy to just catch off the guy's shoulder. La Forza Italiana was tempted to, very tempted, but managed to restrain herself. She knew that doing that wouldn't be worth it. No, earning it by pummeling this guy to ashes was going to be much more satisfying.

Especially as he just kept on going with the hat. He must have noticed the way Giulia had looked at it... Or had he? Maybe it was just her imagination... Maybe the guy was always playing with his hat. Maybe it was his way of testing the patience of his opponents...because the Italian's patience was definitely being tested now.

Giulia had zero interest to have his hat. Why would he even think that she-....oh. So that was his secret agenda. He was longing for a little clothing exchange.

Uh-huh. So that's how he thinks this works.

"Oh, you shouldn't let go of it. Otherwise it'll drop like a rock..." the Italian began with a remark of the belt, before moving on to comment on the guy's little suggestion. "Apparently you're under the misconception that I would drop my clothes like rocks too...which is too bad really. I mean, you were the Hentai champion, but still want my bikini to sniff alone in your bedroom? How sad of a Hentai championship reign is that?"

Now that Giulia's opinion on Leo's suggestion was clear, it was time to get rid of the hat. "As for your little token..." the girl began, taking the hat off her head, "I'm sure this night will be remembered for totally different reasons..." she continued, while pressing the hat's brim on Leo's throat, sliding it awkwardly on his skin as if decapitating him, before throwing the fancy piece of apparel violently to the side.

If Leo wanted to mess with her head, well, she wasn't going to let that happen.

"Alone in the bedroom..?" Leo said as if serious contemplating what Guilia had said, he stroked the tip of his chin with his forefinger and thumb thoughtfully "Jez that'd would sure be a shame... If only there was some way we could remedy such a situation..." While he was uhming and erring over the dilema, Guilia took his trilby hat, using it almost like a make shift garotte

When she threw down the  hat to one side in disgust, Leo glanced at it and then at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Well if you prefer having the real article, all ya had to do was say..." He said, the one arm still over her shoulder as she pressed close to hm. He tenderly took a few strands of her dark hair on the tip of his index and middle finger, brushing it back gently

If Giulia was determined not to let Leo mess with her head, Leo seemed to be just as untouched by Giulia's own antiques as well. Granted, it wasn't a big surprise as he was the champion, and not just another Tension weakling like some of the ones the Italian had faced before, but there was still a hint of disappointment in her to see his lack of any meaningful reaction at all.

Clearly instead of any intimidation or irritation, Leo's tactics were much more heavily on the gentle, caressing, and tender side. The way he was putting his words and began stroking her hair was curious to Giulia indeed, but the Italian knew that remaining unaffected by them was going to be crucial tonight. He surely knew how to handle a woman, but she just had to not let him show how he did it...

Raising a finger on Leo's lips, Giulia decided to still say him a few words with the sweetest, gentlest tone she could come up with. "Oh, so you know what I prefer then? Your face under my feet..." finishing up with an accompanying punch to his guts, the Italian then began taking steps back towards the center of the ring. She was ready to get this match on, and she wasn't going to let Leo use any of his tender techniques on her.

Leo was too busy being laid back and flirty to see Giulia strike coming, despite the thinly veiled irritation the Italian seemed to feel towards the lady's man. Her fist easily slipped through his defenses and in between the opening of his short sleeve shirt to slug him right in the stomach.

"Ngh!!" Leo huffed out as he doubled over, his belt slipping off of his shoulder as he his butt pressed back against the ropes and he clasped at his stomach with the one arm.

"You saucy little minx.." Leo said through gritted teeth as he tried to shake off the pain from the blow. Figuring now was as good a time as any, the ref girl called for the bell before things could break down any further... Whether the Spanish ladies man was ready or not, the title match was underway

Giulia felt a bit guilty for shooting the first blow before the bell rang... But only a little. Besides, any regret she might have gotten was quickly vanished as soon as she saw the blow's results. In short, they were a pleasure to see.

Not only did Leo double over and clasp at his stomach, but the champion lost control over his title belt too. Whoops. The ease with which the precious item hit the canvas was not just a fun sight, but one that worked as a good omen too. If making Leo lose the belt was this easy, capturing it to herself should be a walk in the park for Giulia too...

"Wow, that was easy... Got a little careless there?" Giulia began as soon as the bell had rung. "Or is that just your nature, easy for you to lose things? Or just to lose in general?" she continued while taking steps towards the Spanish guy. "I guess you might as well lose your hope too..." the Italian concluded, right before trying to deliver a roundhouse kick to Leo's chest!

The ref girl made herself busy by slipping around to the other side of Leo and then bending down to pick up the item of contension here in this match, the Tension Hentai belt that had slipped off of the Spaniards shoulder and down onto the mat after Giulia's pre-emptive strike.

Leo took a couple of steps along the side of the ropes before straightening himself up a bit and turning to face the in coming Italian.. When she swung the round house kick upwards towards his chest, the ladies man moved his arms up to block the blow as best as he could and then hooked his arm around her calf.

"I never lose the hearts of gorgeous girls..." He said with a grimance from Giulia's strike and kick... He quickly moved his other leg to hook around Giulia's standing leg... Hoping to sweep her and make her fall backwards to the canvas with her other leg still in his arms

Making Leo lose possession of the belt had been almost too easy, and Giulia was eager to see whether making him lose in general would be an equal walk in the park as well. A Roundhouse kick was a great candidate to start with.

Well OK, Leo was the champion after all. It was likely he did have quite some skills. But for Giulia, there was only one way to find out for real...

How he reacted to Giulia's kick was telling. It did make an impact - but not without bringing trouble to the Italian with it. Some traits the champion definitely possessed. Good instincts, check. Stubbornly flirty, check.

Both were somewhat regrettable for Giulia. The first one obviously made fighting him trickier, and the second made keeping a straight face trickier.

It wasn't as if the Italian was not used to compliments, but the nature of a good girl that she still had somewhere deep inside did sometimes have an effect. This time it was in the form of a faint blush creeping on Giulia's face.

But that was not something the challenger had time to think. Especially not as Leo wasted no time with taking advantage of his hold on her leg, sweeping the girl off her feet.

Not only was her back hitting the mat unpleasant, but Giulia had now been the first to fall. That was definitely a setback. And something that she needed to overcome immediately.

Giulia's legs were quite formidable. They possessed some serious strength. Thus, it was quite curious for the Italian that Leo decided to try keeping control over them - couldn't he see the muscles they were made of? In any case, Giulia was about to show being such an easy target for those legs was dangerous...

"Really? Just be careful that you won't lose yours..." the Italian replied to the Spaniard's statement, before attempting to begin an intense series of kicks to Leo's belly and chest with her free leg. Especially right on the spot on his chest behind which his heart was...