Saskia Schleswig-Holstein vs Anja the Raven

Match Type:
Five count full body press match
Victory can only be achieved by a grapevine pin that lasts until five.
Hentai allowed.

Early in the evening:
Right after the audience had entered the arena and found their seats, the usual things were about to happen. The murmuring of people making them acquainted with the aura of the hall was quite common and little lights of mobile phones would go on and out while the commentators were greeting the many, many people watching the show via stream, TV or on other, even more obscure means.

Suddenly the lights would go out, the murmuring was slowly dying down and giving way to surprised silence. Finally the titantron came to life by showing a flock of crows perching on an ancient willow, screaming and chattering among themselves as if they wanted to herald someone.

Raven Theme
Started to play while a figure finally stepped through the curtain. A flock of small, dark red raven lights seemed to appear from behind the curtain, bathing the figure in their lights before they began to stroll through the arena. One or two were occasionally branching out, only to return to the flack again soon while the silhouette was moving to the ring, stopping in the middle of it. The flock would do a round in the arena before also reaching the ring where the ravens swarmed over the girl waiting for them with now open arms, finally uniting over her into a single raven.

With the last raven screech slowly fading, the arena would slowly lighten up back again and reveal both the colors and form of her clothes, a zipper less black figure hugging top with fitting shorts and short boots that barely covered her ankles and had a quite soft look. Red Raven silhouettes were on the back of both her top and shorts and also at the side of her boots. Black lipstick and eye lashes painted like wings additionally added to her Raven theme, as did the gaze of a preying bird residing on her face while she eyed the entrance to see who would arrive as her opponent there soon.  

Everyone else was of obviously no consequence to the woman, and her fans knew the truth already.  

Anja the Raven had entered the ring.

Could there have been a woman that Saskia had ever looked forward too then this one? Could there have been a match that she had looked forward to than this?

The answer is pretty obvious, but for the Swiss-German that is tying the ribbons on her hair, the bathing robe wrapped around her figure as she looked at the monitor. She was meant to have been in the guerrilla position by now but she took the time to check out her opponent for tonight. It wasn’t something that she usually does, but for this one, she wanted to get a good look of her. Truth be told, since coming to AFW, the women of Seaside Wrestling League had mentioned of certain people that she must face, a little list perhaps, similar to places to see before one passes away. Of course, most of the women on this list vary in size, not that it was ever a problem for Saskia but there was a massive variety that proved to be delectable. Ones that she could really sink her teeth into.

Anja Muller was one of the people on that list. Or Anja the Raven as she was being called from the announcer.

Though that recommendation was a weird one, something where she had to delve into the new defunct Aphrodite Productions. Which was apparently the one where she first saw those two women that would change her life and really got into this sort of thing. The women of Aphrodite has since disbanded and have gone their separate ways but she did manage to meet one of the women that she had seen from a young age. Aniek was the name and they had managed to speak a lot and discuss many things…as well as getting a full body-to-body battle with the greenette. To meet someone who the Swiss-German had thought of as an idol, the woman that had brought her into this kind of world and slice of heaven. Aniek had even mentioned among all the middleweights that would leave an impression of her, she was one of them. And the Dutchwoman had mentioned of another woman. A German, just like Saskia.

Anja.

For the Swiss-German, this wasn’t much of achieving vengeance. Way far from the case. And even though the vibe that Anja was trying to emit from her entrance, she didn’t fear her. No, she was excited. To face someone that could actually hold her own in the kind of match type that was pretty much her speciality. All in all, this was to be a fun night.

Her own theme would start playing in the speakers as the Swiss-German came out from the curtains, her entrance far from showy than of Anja’s but it didn’t need to be. The seductive and serpentine body would make its way down the ramp, dressed in her signature black bikini that she exposed after taking off the bathrobe, adorned in the famous red, yellow and black that represented her roots. The submission extraordinaire and sensual gourmand strutted onto the ramp to the whoops and cheers of a swelling crowd entranced by her teasing cat-like sile and the sleek, toned body now sashaying towards the ring. Feeling nothing but pure confidence and it grew only the longer she looked at nearing the ring and the young German counterpart waiting behind the ropes. That tight musculature, seemingly never missed the chance to keep her body in tip-top shape. All the things she would love to savour once she got inside.

Slinking through the ropes, before getting both feet onto the mat underneath her as she walked nearer to the girl, hands behind her back as if looking cute, her well-endowed breasts jiggled alluringly she purposefully hung them above her opponent’s, the height difference between them very apparent. “My, my~ Who knew ravens can be such wonderful creatures?” She giggled. “I have been looking forward to this…and so have they.” Leaving that part rather ambiguous, but Anja might take a guess as to who she really meant.

The big moment was there, Anja would meet her next opponent. She had just gone into the AFW office and said something akin *to book me a match I like*, so she basically had no idea who would come out to meet her today. Usually, she could count on the girls of AFW to find her a new opponent if she desired so, she only ever worked with women because she simply found men distasteful.

Not that she was the biggest merch mover or the biggest star or whatever would be of consequence for AFW. But Anja the Raven was one of these darker, power tweenerish types which you could always put against anyone and the audience would be hard pressed to tell who would win even if Anja had been months away from Japan and not made an official or even open appearance for a considerable amount of time.

Her opponent today was a large, well endowed woman named Saskia as it seemed. All was well until the robe of Saskia fell off from her, then her in the initial meeting usually unmoving face twitched a little bit. If one of her assumptions was right, this would be quite the blow for her confidence in the booking abilities of her agent.

"I knew."
She stoically answered the question before retreating into her corner, heaving herself on the third rope in a fluid motion with a little jump and a long trained rope grab before sitting broad legged on the third rope, adjusting her boots to get the referee off her who wanted the match to start. Business as usual, ne need to look into the bountiful bosom of Saskia when she could just enjoy them from a vantage point like this.
"Why have you been looking forward to this? If you wanted to meet a fellow German from a city close to Schleswig-Holstein or something, you´re in for a disappointment. I am as non-patriotic as someone can possibly be."
The Blonde asked nearly casually but with a keen interest in the answer. She was really hoping that the reason would be another one, and something about Saskia nearly looked familiar for her so there was hope that this was not the reason.

Anja wanted someone to book her a match that she liked. Well, she got it.

Perhaps maybe not in the way that she expected, but such a wish would come true as the other German came waltzing down the ramp, right to the point where she removed her own gown and revealed the lovely bikini that she loved tonight. Swaying over with grace and sass far too classy for such a carnal sport that frequently transpires. Her long strides were with purpose, perhaps a bit imposing, the only juxtaposition was the simple smile and wandering eyes as she looked up and down, taking the time to appreciate the body she would be rubbing down on. Head to toe, she was something, a powerful figure, nice definition, though Saskia was bigger and had a nice volume of muscle, not much so as some of her other peers in her previous federation. The European’s bust was larger than Anja’s but she could tell hers were less prone to the droop. She loved every bit of it.

Shame that her opponent didn’t exactly share her enthusiasm.

Though the Swiss-German expected as such, the Raven is as stoic and stone-faced as ever, yet even then she managed to get the stone expression to crack. A slight twitch that Saskia picked up. Perhaps she was going to get an “Akino situation” yet again, but she refused to let that bring down her spirits. If she was able to get so much fun from a grizzly, cycloptic maid, then she would have even more so with Anja.

“Oh, I do not mind your lack of patriotism. Besides, I am a Swiss-German after all.” She pointed out. “No, this is for reasons much more different. One that I think you’ll like.” The platinum-haired woman stood tall, still keeping the reasons hidden, wanting to see if Anja really wanted to know or not. Though from the looks of things, she was all business. Ready to go.

Perfect.

A slight tilt to the side with her head, that was pretty much a big facial or bodily language that someone could earn from Anja when they would meet face to face for the first time. Saskia had the additional advantages that she was both a girl and drop dead gorgeous, so the Raven would take the bait. Hoping down from her point of cantage, she woud meet the other girl in the ring again.

"Hm, a reason I would like you say? The raven is a curious creature, and so am I. Sometimes. Rarely."
Correcting herself as she would have found it stupid to speak of herself in the third person. She may have been a little bit excentric and maybe even crazy, but she certainly did not think of herself as the Sun King or Napoleon and speak in the third person of herself.
"We have not met yet, I am pretty sure of that. But I have still a lingering feeling that I met you."
She added, a little glimmer showing up in her eyes.
"Tell me."

Ah. So, Anja does show more emotion. Sure, it was a slight tilt of her head, but it showed something, one thing that stood out from the stoic German. And over the past years, Saskia has learned how to deal with types like Anja; one’s that rarely show emotion and would keep their cards close to their chest. As such, the Swiss-German looked very closely; the face can give up many tells if you know where to look for it. To do that, Saskia did have to throw the line in the river and see if this fish would bite. And sure enough, she did indeed bite.

“A rarely curious Raven then.” She gave an amused chuckle, partly to the weird way she refers herself in the third person, an error that she rectifies. Either English isn’t her strong suit or that’s part of her character. “Trust me; I would certainly remember if I met you. You’re one of a kind~.” Saskia mentioned as she brought her hands up, bending her knees slightly, seemingly seeking for a lock-up. “Mmmm…Do you really wish to know? Birdie’s a lot more curious. Buuuuuut I do like to show and not tell~.” Leaving it at that, simply teasing the answer away from Anja, wanting to see how much she wishes to know. Because the Swiss-German has one idea that leads to a clue into answering the question Anja seeks.

There was a long second in which Anjas paranoid mindset told her to immediately break off the engagement and make a wild dash to the exit after Saskia initially refused to tell her how the connection between them was harmless. The only visible thing from that was just a short expression of paranoid panic that was quickly swallowed by her usual facial impression.

Friendly. Nonthreatening. These words echoed through her mind when the larger part of her consciousness prevailed though, telling her that it was probably something harmless which had nothing to do with her teenage years. And she would have probably plenty of time to body search her in the match though.

"Alright then. Show me."
She replied before nearly diving into the lock up. Not to show her strength against Saskia, which was probably pointless in regard to her size and behavior, but to use it as a transition for a quick side headlock.

Saskia knew Anja a bit more than the German would think, having seen much of her matches and how she acted in the ring and with her previous visit with Aniek mentioned a lot to prepare her on which buttons to press. That and to tread carefully. Though Saskia didn’t have to worry a lot, she possessed the delicate touch to handle such situations. Anja had her secrets and so Saskia will have her own. Though she was going to make game out of this, seeing how far she could run with it. Then again, she was close to having it ruined thanks to Anja’s paranoia. But thankfully, it didn’t come to that outcome.

“I shall.” Saskia cooed as they came up for a lock-up, getting ever so closer to having her body next to Anja’s that she just couldn’t contain her excitement. But she had to. Can’t be super giddy over someone you just met. The raven, however, chose not to linger in the lockup for long, simply deciding it was no point doing so with Saskia being bigger than Anja. A short yelp came as she was caught in a side headlock, the European’s hands gripping at the fingers before attempting to slide her head out but also take one arm to twist it for a hammerlock.

Saskia was obviously excited to meet her flesh to flesh, which was readable from the coo she let out instead of a gasp or groan or anything like that as she took her into a side headlock. That was a little bit surprising for Anja, who had not excepted that her opponent would be so giddy from the start. This piqued her interest even more and helped to scatter her paranoia. So she could concentrate on her intenton to see this pale, wild rose blossom under her hands and preferably other body parts.

Her side headlock was soon history when her opponent slided out of it, taking one arm with her to put it behind her back for a hammerlock so that a short grimace glanced over her face. Then her free hand would go up and streak gentle over the face of the bigger girl while her butt grinded for a moment against the crotch of the other girl.
"I like a woman that has a firm grip."
She complimented her opponent in a tone that had won some seductive quality while loosing some harshness and sharpness in he same way. After a moment of bliss in the arms of another girl, she would attempt to show her skills and put a reversal on Saskia for a hammrlock herself.

It was hard not to keep her giddiness as soon as the bell had even rung. Most would probably be intimidated when it came to the stoic raven, but the Swiss-German seemed to have lowered Anja’s shield, bring her to guard down and pique her interest in the European. Saskia believed that she had that effect; eventually, many come to like her and her personality. Countering a headlock was child’s play, taking the Raven by surprise soon she countered into a simple hammerlock. She didn’t wrench in the hold too much, just to keep her there.

Anja would respond with her butt grinding on her crotch for a moment, Saskia letting out a soft moan in Anja’s ear. “Not too firm, of course. Too much of something is bad, after all~” She purred, getting into the moment.

That was until she felt Anja quickly counter Saskia’s hold to put in a similar hold. Though at the very least, the German Raven wasn’t so harsh and sharp, her voice didn’t have that same edge, much more seductive. Saskia loved that, as shown with wriggling her butt onto Anja’s crotch. At least before that very butt would rise a bit and push back, seeking to slam it right into the navel of Anja.