Annette Weber vs. Estelle Arnault - Moonlight and Roses

Rules: Standard Rules. Hentai tactics are heavily encouraged.
Victory Conditions: Victory can only be obtained through repeated orgasms. The first contestant to force their opponent to orgasm twice is declared the victor.

Hm. This was her first match in the arena.

Annette had been with AFW for the better half of a year. She’d had a few matches that seemed well-received by the audience and had plenty of time to get adjusted to the hustle-and-bustle of Tokyo life. She’d been coming into her own quite a bit in her comparatively brief stay in Japan. The federation liked her and she was more than happy to reciprocate that feeling over and over again.

That was why it was something of a surprise for the one or two vocal admirers out there that she hadn’t been scheduled for a match in the Friction ring yet. Any ring, for that matter. There was that lovely match with Mio in a Shinjuku apartment, and an exhilarating fight with Chloe on that lovely beach. But in terms of a proper appearance in the arena, there was none to be had. It was a shame. As much as she enjoyed the fun she had with the special stipulations, the home audience deserved some love too. There was a certain sinful appeal to making a woman climax beneath the stage lights of the public, unravel and expose herself again and again in front of the world in a moment of unparalleled bliss. Those kinds of opportunities were far and few between back in Norway, and none of them were on the scale that AFW could offer.

However, it seemed the whims of fate had blown in her favor tonight in the form of one Estelle Arnault. Annette took the moment to look over the name on the match card as she sat on the bench backstage, one leg crossed over the other and humming a wistful tune. This had been a last-minute matchup, but even if it weren’t, Ann doubted it would have made a difference. Her opponent was obscure, not much of anything to clue her in other than a very pretty name. That almost made it better, the unknown. The chance to be pleasantly surprised made all the difference in her experience. Injected a bit of mystery and thrill into the action. Losing wasn’t on her agenda tonight, but for her first public appearance - her and this mysterious woman - she intended to have as much fun as possible.

Her lips pursed into a delighted grin as the stagehands called her over, leaving the match card behind as she stood and walked toward the entrance.

Theme:

Annette Weber:

Crisp, electronic beats pulsed in through the arena. An alternating silver and magenta hue bathed the runway, fading and merging over one another as Ann stepped out from behind a splash of light. She gave a slight twirl to her step as she descended, giving her skirt a nice flourish and a pleasant peek at what lay beneath. Her lithe legs and thighs glistened with the light, sparkling as every bit of exposed skin caught bits of pieces of iridescent confetti. Her hands came up to brush the ends of her silver locks across her shoulders as she came to the bottom of the ramp and neared the edge of the ring. Her face carried the same, tranquil smile from cheek to rosy cheeks.

She reached up and swung one leg through the ropes as she stepped through, dragging the other one far behind her as she stretched and put its fine structure on display before fully bringing it through. The Norwegian stepped towards the center, pressing two fingers to her lips and blowing kisses to one side as she went, then the other as she stopped over the Friction logo. She placed one hand beneath her chest and crossed one leg over the other in a bow far too formal for what was about to partake in the match ahead.

Annette had her reasons, of course. It was mostly for the woman she knew was watching in the back, the first part of a long and warm AFW welcome. Ann rose and found her way to her corner, grasping the middle ropes as she leaned into the turnbuckles.

And what a warm welcome it would be.

Estelle Arnault:

Estelle was in the locker room waiting for what it was going to be her first match in the AFW. She would fidgety move her legs while finished adjusting her outfit for the seventh time. She was obviously nervous. It is funny how this job came to her on a very unexpected way and how she got so invested so fast. The planning for her first match was a little rushed. Just the morning after her introductory interview event she got a memo from her contact in the AFW telling her she was going to face her first rival and at that moment her heart skipped a beat. Of course she was excited to get to work and, why try and hide it, she was so eager to get entangled in sensual combat with another woman, but she also felt a little nervous because she had close to no time at all to prepare at the gym. She would have to adapt to the situation with as many wrestling skills as she had at that point.

Anyway, they told Estelle that she was going to face a woman named Annette Weber. In the time since she received the job offer at AFW she made some investigation about the hentai division and she already knew some of the most prominent names on the competition. This rival of hers was not among the names she had heard, so Estelle just hoped that the wrestling skills gap between them just wasn't that big. About the sexual skills... Let's just say she was a little more confident in that regard.

An invisible AFW crew member knocked of the door to signal Estelle that it was her moment to show. One final look at the mirror was just the thing she needed to boost her confidence and forget about being nervous. She was just going to entangle in a intimate and sensual struggle with another beautiful woman, she had no reason for being anxious. That was what Estelle told to herself before walking into the backstage while her rival's entrance theme was just coming to an end.

That's when lights shifted to a passion red colour and her entrance song started. Taking a deep breath she made her first step into the ramp. The feeling of having all those eyes fixed of her scarcely clothed figure embarrased her a little bit, but seeing how the crowd was reacting to her it became easier to block her thoughts about the public's judgment on her. It was obvious that they liked her and that every person sitting there wanted a good show. And she was going to give it to them. She walked with the elegance of a model until she reached the ring, then she took a little heap and went between the second and third rope in a way that highlighted her pantyhose clad long legs. Everyone cheered while she blew some kisses and waved to the crowd before walking to her corner.

That's the moment she noticed the beauty she had waiting at the opposite corner. She observed her rival's body, loving how that white lingerie left almost nothing to imagination and reveled in the thought of embracing her and making her feel real good. Without even noticing she realized she was bitting her lower lip in desire. She composed herself before walking to the center of the ring and waited for Annette to join her before the match started.

Well.

Hello, hello, hello there.

It wouldn’t be too far from the truth to say that Ann was feeling a bit of nerves for tonight. Being in the arena was a different experience from everything she’d gone through up to now and she couldn’t help but ponder the possible reasons for it. She was never one to lose her confidence, even now as she hummed an easy tune to pass the time, but curiosity was the one thing dominating her thoughts. There was no end to the long list of possibilities that could have come walking out from behind that curtain. She wouldn’t have put it too far ahead of the federation to eventually throw her for a loop either, maybe try her hand at someone heavier. Meaner. A little less lax than what she was growing accustomed to.

But what came strutting down that ramp, happy and free for the whole world to see, couldn’t have made her more happy to be wrong.

Ann had had the privilege to know quite a few beautiful women in the time since she began wrestling. Estelle hadn’t stepped in the ring for more than a couple seconds and Ann could already say with confidence that she was easily at the top of her list. It wasn’t just the way she carried herself, but how she put it all on display for the benefit of the crowd and most certainly the one she’d be squaring off against. Ann couldn’t help but feel a little flattered as she watched her step between the ropes, taking in the sight.

Lush thighs, beautiful brown locks, and an angelic smile to brighten every inch of that crystal clear face. The audience seemed to appreciate the love she was giving them as well. Gentle waves and absolute comfort in the high-energy atmosphere. Ann could slowly build an image of this woman bit by bit, and she was loving everything she saw so far.

The Norwegian model’s playful grin grew an inch longer as she stepped to the center of the ring, coming in close enough for her chest to brush lightly against the brunette's, smelling the honeyed fragrance in the air between them. Her eyes slowly trailed downward from Estelle’s eyes, taking in every bit of her supple skin and attractive curves while she could.

“I like the look. Elegant, a bit classy, but it keeps in mind what’s really important. And best of all?” She quirked a brow as she removed her gloves, tossing them off to the side. “Not all that hard to get off.”

My my… What do we have here?

There had been something creeping Estelle’s mind since the very moment she stepped in the entrance ramp. When she got the job offer from the AFW staff she made her research about the different match types, leagues and all concerning the show and she fell in love with the Friction scenario (and its lady wrestlers, of course) and even more in love with the hentai kind of matches. However there was still something on her mind, some black spot in the back of her mind that prevented her from totally enjoying this. Estelle still though she was not as ready for the wrestling competition as she should, and she spent some time watching some old footage from matches to try and compensate by learning watching the best in action. She couldn’t help but notice that some of the wrestlers used a very dominant style for their fighting and she wasn’t totally oposed to some kind of domination, but she was indeed scared of that for her first matches. She was afraid the AFW decided to make her face some nasty opponent who would make a show about utterly destroying her in front of everyone and maybe hurting of injurying her.

All those thoughts and that feeling of concern disappeared as soon as she saw her rival approach her. There was no way anyone could deny that Annette moved with confidence, but there was something about her that also exuded some kind of familiarity. When Estelle looked at her she would see something more than that slim but curvy body and those long legs that looked like something Estelle would love to entangle with or that wavy shimmering hair or even that amazing lingerie she was rocking, Estelle would see a soft tone behind that playful smile she had. She was somehow good at getting to know someone from first impressions and the way Annette moved and greeted her, even to the point of flattering her own style, told Estelle that Annette was searching for a rival to have fun with as much as herself. And who knows? Maybe with situations like this she could get a good friend. But first she would have to face her in combat, and she really wanted to reveal every little detail of this first rival.

They were so close that Estelle could hint the scent of her rival's perfume through the small gap that separated them.‘Why thank you’ began returning the grin. ‘You don’t fall behind either. That outfit is just stunning. And well… if you really think it is that easy to get me out of my clothes I invite you to try, but do not expect me to just stay put without trying to get to see what is behind that beautiful lingerie...’ The bell rang signaling the start of the match. ‘Well, let’s just have some fun with each other. Shall we?’ Estelle gave her rival a seductive wink while lifting her arms inviting Annette to start the match with a test of strength.

Confident, she liked confident with her partners. As much as the meek and cute types were fun to tease some interesting reactions out of, Ann found herself developing a fondness for more serious competition since she started wrestling professionally. Estelle may have been a newcomer, but she worked her public appearance well, didn’t seem to mind the crowd or the attention all that much and could make herself shine in the limelight.

That athletic body didn’t escape her attention either. Curvaceous, yet firm and lithe where it mattered most, especially around the core. She was a bit taller overall as well, perhaps an inch or two over herself. It was clear she had to the body to compete if nothing else. This was quickly making for a rather interesting evening.

Ann let herself drink in every little detail her eyes could catch while they still had the time to palaver, casually lingering her gaze over the flawless skin and exposed curves until her ears perked up. She couldn’t help but smile a tinge brighter at the Swede’s demeanor. It was hard to tell where the flattery stopped and the feistiness began. “Maybe we should swap numbers real quick before they get soiled.”

She gave the brunette’s hair a light flick over Estelle’s shoulder as she took a reluctant step back, giving just enough breathing room for the match ahead. “Sorry. ‘Some fun’ isn’t quite what I signed up for.” Ann winked her way. “You get me, don’t you?”

The bell wasn’t too far behind. When Estelle rose her hands, the Norwegian did the same. The next moment she lunged forward and clasped hands with the brunette, pushing hard back against her in an attempt to force the taller woman back towards the ropes. Strength wasn’t particularly Ann’s strong suit, but it was a good way to get a feel for the gap between them. They had plenty of time to burn away, after all.

Estelle stood there for just a second reveling in how blatantly her rival was enjoying the sight of her body. It was the only logical outcome to that encounter, both of them had a top-of-the-tier-list slim but athletic body and knew how to use it. Also, any woman could be hot but to burn people into melting you needed something more... you needed attitude, and Annette had a very generous share of that too. There was something about not knowing where her playful words ended and the honest ones started that turned Estelle on. She listened to her quip before retorting. 'Dear, I don't intend to let any of what you have on you on you for long, but I will tell you this: when we are done and only if both of us are completely satisfied with our little bout you can have my number... and even more

As much as she liked this duel of teasing she remembered that they were in the begining of their match, so she tried to apply some strength into the hold they began with. Some seconds later she confirmed her suspicions: her bigger body would prove an asset and would give her the edge on reach and strength. After judging her rival a little she would try to apply even more pressure, trying to get her rival off balance and make her fall on her back.

Attractive, strong, cleary eager to rub skin with another woman. Estelle was checking off all the boxes for Annette like only a capable woman could. Confidence in spades and a pretty smile to make it shine a little more. She was eager to see how this woman could compete.

From first impressions? Not bad.

Ann pushed harder against her when she felt some resistance coming on. She’d only gotten a couple of steps in before the Swiss beauty started buckling down on her slight height advantage. Ann couldn’t help but sneak a peek downward at that well-sculpted core as it pronounced itself in the effort, taking in that impressive body she’d put on full display. The silver model probably had the thicker legs between them, but it seemed like it wasn’t going to be quite enough to edge out the difference. One second they were stopped, the next second Estelle had taken the reigns and started forcing Annette into a backpedal before she started losing her footing. She was going down, though that didn’t mean she couldn’t work with it.

As she fell to her back, the Norwegian raised her bare foot to Estele’s stomach and as gravity brought the taller woman closer. In the instant before the pair hit the floor, Annette would kick her leg out and aim to send the brunette up and over onto her back with a quick monkey flip.

Estelle's plan was simple: she would make an advantage of her superior size and weight to tip the scales to her side. She had her doubts about facing a more experienced wrestler and Annette had definitely the demeanor of a skilled fighter. She just needed to make some use of her extra strength to make her rival to the ground. The following steps would come easily but Annette would have to be lying on the mat.

She felt how her superior strength would start making her rival's force fade a little bit. Estelle would notice her rival sneaking a peek at her body. She smiled, she really liked the other woman's attitude and was eager for her touch. She had the dignified presence that charmed Estelle to the bone. Only a couple of more seconds and she would have that astonishing body for her to ravage.

Annette was losing some ground and that made Estelle think she had the upper hand. She made an overconfident approach to the begining of the match and payed for it when the Norwegian beauty used the impulse of her own movement to flip her over! 'Wait, wha... ooooomph!' She gasped when the air left her lungs as she hit the mat with her back, a little winded up by the sudden movement, her defense open to whatever Annete would be planning.

Annette didn’t have much a plan herself beyond keeping the taller, stronger woman from mounting her. Quick thinking had saved the Norwegian this time around, but she wasn’t hoping to make the whole match that way. Despite the elegance Estelle’s name and figure would suggest, it was clear now that the brunette had the power advantage between the two of them. Ann could have a more intimate appreciation of that kind of quality, but it would be something she’d have to work around rather than with for now.

Despite working from memory, the crowd’s reaction told her her monkey flip hadn’t left much to be desired. Annette rolled onto all fours and quickly glanced her rival’s incapacitated state. That quick counter evidently caught her off guard. The silver-haired model was already moving forward, letting her mind run with the options available to her. There were a lot of good ways to appreciate the lovely figure laid out just for her, but it was best to be practical for now. There would be time for that soon enough.

Her eagerness was better spent on a maneuver she was sure Estelle wouldn’t mind too much. The Norwegian slid up from behind, wrapping her silky thighs around Estelle’s head before crossing her legs and clamping shut, smushing the Swiss beauty’s delicate features between her headscissor.

Estelle would lay in the mat, still hurting a Little bit from her previous and abrupt landing back first. Her right hand would go to her lower back while it arched, bending her body a little bit in an unsuccessful standing attempt. The Swiss knew that she was exposed to whatever Annete had in mind for her right now, but her inexperienced got the best of her as she was still in some sort of shock after her first taste of real combat.

‘Hnnn… ouch…huh?’ Estelle’s eyes widened facing the sudden realization of two legs closing around her delicate neck. Annette’s scissor was complete and the Scarlett Swiss felt how all the air abandoned her lungs as she emitted unnecessary gasps and groans. The hold wasn’t as painful as she expected, but the choking feeling was something new for her and being that new to this she wasn’t sure of how to properly breath in there or how to get free. Her first option would be start hitting her rival until release, but she was much more than that. She thought that combat was much more than brute strength and that going for that kind of tactics would ruin the sensual clash they were supposed to be in. She wasn’t going to lower herself to those brutish levels, even in this situation.

No, she would try to break the hold on a different way, relying on strength but not in brute, inelegant way. She gasped for air again as she felt her determination taking over. She would then writhe in the hold while moving her hands to her rival’s lush thighs trying to pry them open, but to small avail.