Summer Splash 2020: Natasha Loclear vs Chloe Mason: Falls Count Anywhere Match

The first proper blow of the match, albeit it wasn’t directly at the part, Chloe was gunning for. Nevertheless, the main point of throwing such a move was to keep Natasha away from her, seeing that she was already pressured early onto the match. In one way, it still had that satisfying feel to it once her sole made contact with those taut abs, forcing air out of her. There were other targets much satisfying to hit, but this will have to do. Chloe landed on one foot as she hopped around to face the bluenette. A small smirk crept up on her ruby lips as Natasha’s fingers pressed on the sore spot, making her wince. Her toes instinctively wiggled before that very foot lowered to the floor. Just like the blonde, Natasha kept her cool. It wouldn’t do her well if she capitulated this quickly. Decent as the strike was, that came from a counter. Where Chloe herself felt she was in trouble. Neither were really leading this battle, but the night is still young. The next moments were still yet to be decided.

As expected, Natasha would soon go in with the aggressive offence, Chloe’s body tensed as the blue-haired one approached. Her eyes followed on the incoming fighter, seeing that right shoulder cocking back. Such a tell was evident that she was going for a strike once more, the ex-commissioner having to think of a good counter this time. Her heartbeat like the drums of war, soon feeling something inside. Excitement. This is what she wanted. The circumstances that lead to this weren’t ideal, but it was close to what she imagined. With the way things were going, this might be better than what she had conjured up in her mind.

Her hands raised up. Chloe prepared for the likely punch and would have gone for a shoulder throw to dump Natasha to the floor as soon as she saw that arm extended. Although Natasha did extend those arms, it wasn’t in the way she expected. A sudden duck to the side near threw her off, feeling those arms wrapped around Chloe’s waist had the blonde remembering that Natasha isn’t just a striker. Chloe was less likely to pull off this move, the side suplex had her feet leaving the ground for just a moment as she felt her body fly over Natasha’s shoulders. The crash landing was inevitable, the blonde hissed upon landing on her back as she rolled onto her front, getting to one knee as she winced.

People knew Natasha as the hentai champion and to a lesser extend as a competent striker, though that last part wasn't always agreed upon by her fellow wrestlers which was part of her reasoning for going on her new crusade, but what many seemed to always forget was that Natasha was and had been a wrestler for over half a decade by this point. A suplex was by no means outside her ability to pull off as Chloe came to learn first hand as Natasha lifted her up and brought her swiftly back down onto the mat in a ring shaking move. She had a mind to go for another but her hands slipped apart after the impact, Chloe rolling away from her before she could get a hold of her again. Still she felt good about the suplex and as she got back onto her feet she was more than ready to keep on the attack. After all the last thing Natasha wanted was to give Chloe a chance to catch her breath after the slam.

"Lets not slow down the tempo Chloe." The words carried no aggression behind them, rather Natasha sounded more playful than anything else as she came up behind the still downed blonde with a half running start and threw a swift kick at the small of her back. Despite her tone she wasn't going back on her word to take this seriously and to go all out on Chloe, even if she was her cousin's girlfriend. Her momentum would carry her several steps past Chloe before she turned around to observe her results.

A brief moment of lapsed judgement that Chloe herself paid for that she has to be wary when getting too close with the bluenette. Despite being quite the ace with strikes, hentai wrestling has also helped to hone her grappling skills also. A painful lesson learnt as she rolled away afterwards to get space, her upper back aching. She hissed as she moved up onto her knees, a mistake like that shouldn’t have happened, especially as someone who prefers to be prepared and know her opponent in advance. In fact, her interview with the bluenette would have delved deep into Natasha’s experience in pro wrestling. Perhaps in her heart, she was getting used to trading blow for blow with the former champion. She couldn’t deny it was getting quite exhilarating, and it is plausible to get swept up in the motions. However, she remembered the last time it happened on the beach with a certain Norwegian. In a match like this, the blonde must expect anything and everything.

While a suplex did hurt, Chloe wasn’t going to capitulate this easily. She began to move up towards her feet, choosing not to rest on her laurels. As what Natasha said, the tempo shouldn’t suffer. Though that might not have meant the ex-commissioner should stand up, at least in Natasha’s intent.

"Gah!" A loud smack of limb hitting her back could be heard from anyone nearby at ringside, followed with a cry of pain. A swift kick right at the exposed back. Her teeth clenched as her back would be arched, the blonde’s body seized momentarily, before she would find herself on her side. Pressing her hand on her aching back, Chloe breathed deeply in from her nose, before an eye focused on the bluenette that passed her.

The sound of her leg impacting the back of Chloe reminded Natasha of a the thawck a kendo stick made as it struck head on with another, though whatever others thought it sounded like it seemed the crowd was in agreement that it had definitely hurt as they let out a collective "hiss" at the blow. Those running the show behind the scenes must have thought the same as Natasha's first view of Chloe after passing by her was on the giant screen over the entrance as they replayed the kick a couple times, including a close up view of the blonde's pained expression. Natasha couldn't help but wince in empathy, she had been on the receiving end of many such kicks after all, but she made sure her expression was neutral as she turned around and strolled back over to the newly downed Chloe.

"Seems you need a little help." Natasha talked the talk certainly but she also had one hell of a walk, her hips swaying just enough with each step to be suggestive and alluring while a hand slid up from her waist to brushing past her cheek as it gestured outward with a small wave.All to draw the eyes of her observers to her every curve and eventually her lovely face, where her gaze and smile seemed to invite onlookers in. It was the same walk of a woman who had captivated the hearts of millions from the ring, only this time she didn't promise pleasure but rather pain.

It only took her a moment to close back in on Chloe, Natasha reaching down seemingly to take her by the shoulders or underneath the armpits, but instead Natasha hooked her fingers underneath the sides of tight fitting top Chloe was debuting. She gave it a quick tug to test how the fabric stretched before truly pulling up on her, trying to help drag Chloe back to her feet before an even harder tug would look to send her running into the corner.

Chloe might as well be careful what she wishes for. Because she'll definitely get it, just not in the way she would want. It didn't take long for Natasha's kicks to come into play, showing up to add extra damage to the already aching back. The crowd would let out a wince of pain, emphasizing Chloe's pain and not wanting to be the one feeling it. Natasha did too, unbeknownst to the ex-commissioner, but it wouldn't be shown as she'd get a look that means business.

"Would be appreciated." Even in pain, she can keep things light. Chloe didn't hold any ill will to the Frenchwoman. Many have kicked her just as hard, if not more. It wasn't a new phenomenon to her. Just as her kicks can be deadly, so can Natasha's. And she wasn't disappointed in the power that she could generate. Best not to take more of them, however. Be the one that kicks not get kicked.

Her half-lidded eyes caught the bluenette strutting her stuff as Chloe felt her body recovering from the shock. Even Chloe couldn't deny how good she looked, especially in that new attire. Bodysuits work on her very well. "Made sure to get your good side?" She could admire, but the blonde was focused on the match at hand. Besides, this wasn't a match where Chloe would find pleasure from the bluenette. Probably wouldn't do as well against someone whose a two-time Hentai champion.

Although she could get up herself, this would still, as Natasha put it, slow down the tempo. So the blunette would find it in her heart to help Chloe up to her feet, making it faster. Could do without the tug on her top. If one looked closely, the butterfly print could be noticed, something which strained in Natasha's grasp. "You know this ain't the type of match, right?" She chuckled silently as she would rise up to her feet, her hands gripping on one arm and the other making sure her top doesn't slip up. Wardrobe malfunctions are not needed. But before the Frenchwoman would drag her towards the corner, Chloe's shot her leg up behind her and curled it, attempting to connect her sole with Natasha's pretty face. A Scorpion Kick. One of her trusty moves in her arsenal for situations like this.

A simple nod of her head followed by softly spoken words, meant only for Chloe and not for the microphones all around the ring. "I don't have a bad side though." It was a quick, light hearted exchange as Natasha paused for just a second to admire the butterfly print of Chloe's top. It would only be a brief pause however as Natasha had no intention of slowing down the pace of the match, not when a quicker one seemed to benefit her the most. "On your feet!" She suddenly called out, making sure everyone watching could hear her this time as she yanked Chloe back to her feet with one smooth motion. The blonde's last question she left unanswered, or at least she didn't put her reply into words as she felt her actions alone made it quite clear what kind of match she thought this was.

So too did Chloe though and just as she went to whip the woman towards the nearest corner a blur of movement at the very edge of her vision caught her attention, Natasha turning her head away it just before the bottom of Chloe's foot slammed into the side of her face. Natasha's flowing mane of blue hair whipped outward from the force of the sudden kick, the frenchwoman clutching a hand to her face as she stumbled sideways until there wasn't any more ring left. The corner greeted her as Natasha fell sideways against it, an arm draped over the top rope to catch herself before she turned towards her attacker, leaning back against the turnbuckles as her vision unblurred.

A wardrobe malfunction at this time wouldn't do very good for Chloe, having had this new attire made meticulously by designers. At far away, the details wouldn't be caught as obvious, but up close and personal, there were many layers to the design, the embroidery, the stitching. It is high quality, one she was glad to have saved it for a match such as this. So it's no surprise the threat of it tearing made Chloe get up just as quickly as Natasha would have wanted, if only not to have that fabric strain towards the breaking point. Her one hand gripped on the front of her top, preventing any slips happening. All the while she would give a nice exchange of words with the Frenchwoman. Ever welcome to banter during the match. Least with those she respects.

"Yes, yes, I'm coming..." Chloe muttered, barely at earshot of Natasha. The bluenette may have her own plans in mind for the blonde, but Chloe would interrupt just as quickly, her leg near coming out of nowhere. A close favourite of her's, harder to react, and just as painful upon impact. Her foot wouldn't get to smack flush on her face, but the side of the head would do. Enough to ring her bell, the kick connected with a solid smack. It had it's intended effects, her head snapping back hard, sending her wobbling back and blinking hard, vision blurry. Chloe straightened up, her golden mane whipping back behind her as she catches Natasha stumbling back near the corner. Normally she would take the time to savour it, but in a match like this, time cannot be wasted.

Soon as Natasha hit the turnbuckle, Chloe dashed in towards the blunette's direction. She'd spin round, creating some momentum as her dainty bare feet glided along with the canvas. A leg would rise before shooting towards her opponent, seeking to drive her foot right through her midsection.

The bluenette's fingers tightened their grip upon the top rope, squeezing it as hard as she could while her other hand rubbed at the side of her face where Chloe's foot had struck. She wasn't exactly sure where that foot had come from but there was no mistaking the throbbing pain in her cheek and jaw, Natasha was going to have to keep a closer eyes on what Chloe's feet were doing if she was flexible enough to slip in a kick at such an angle. It was a thought she would quickly wish she had come up with a second sooner for when her hand dropped away and Natasha tried to rise she was greeted with a foot slaming itself into her midsection, her lips parting with a loud gasp as she was caught between that kick and the unforgiving turnbuckles.

"Keeping up the tempo...good..." Natasha managed to say in between ragged breaths, her lips curling back into a smile before she used her free hand to grab onto the ankle of the offending leg that had struck her. She wasn't going to overpower Chloe with one arm against the other's leg, keeping herself cool headed and thinking through the situation she now found herself in Natasha insteaded opted to twist to the side, pulling on Chloe's foot to make it slide off of her. A shove off the rope Natasha had been clutching onto would throw her shoulder against Chloe's chest to launch the woman backwards, Natasha just trying to make some space.

Just as Chloe made the mistake of not accounting Natasha’s wrestling experience, the blunette seemingly made the same when it came to Chloe’s striking capabilities. More so that there isn’t an angle that the blonde can’t hit and Chloe exploited this to significant effect. She was admittedly remiss that her foot didn’t hit flush on her features, but it did its job still, making the Frenchwoman stumble back onto the ropes. Just where Chloe can capitalize on this opportunity.

And capitalize she did, with authority. The ex-commissioner was quick to get into Natasha’s personal space in the brusquest way possible. A foot shot out, crashing hard into the Queen’s midsection, pinning her right into the corner. Which would have been bad enough – if the foot hadn’t stayed there, pinning Natasha against the turnbuckle, which would make every outward breath a massive chore. Like twisting the knife just as it enters the body.

Rough, mean, dominating. Just the way Chloe likes it.

“Just fulfilling your wishes.” Even in this position, Natasha couldn’t help but give some banter, which made the blonde chuckle. That certainly wasn’t lost, even with the decisive kick that might as well went through the blunette. What’s more intriguing is that she still kept her cool, despite the position she’s in right now. Which shows Natasha’s vast experience in combat. This perhaps isn’t the first time she was pinned to the turnbuckle like this. Established as the Frenchwoman wouldn’t simply overpower Chloe’s leg, but she can shift it towards one side enough for her to slip out. A rough shoulder would send the ex-commissioner backwards, stumbling before somersaulting onto her feet. Space was made between the two, Chloe would dust herself off and brush her golden mane behind her. “But can you keep up? Or you’re already out of breath~?”

There was more that could have been done with Chloe's leg hung up on the middle rope, later on Natasha would surely chastise herself for not making the most of the opportunity but in the moment the chief thing on her mind was making some room and thats exactly what she did. Ramming her shoulder into the blonde bought her a moment to take a breath, a grin on the blunette's lips as Chloe went so far as to question whether she was going to be able to keep up with her. "You make it sound like you're setting the pace~" She raised her head then to lock eyes with Chloe, standing up from the corner and even brushing herself off for extra dramatic flair that the crowd absolutely ate up. "When we both know I've only just begun."

Natasha's back and stomach were still throbbing but that was par for the course, even in hentai matches one never walked away without their fair share of new bruises to be found the next way. She couldn't think about the pain when there was still so much fight left to be had and one look at Chloe told her she felt very much the same as her. She could easily see what Luna like about her, the intensity in her eyes...it had her heart racing in anticipation for what came next.

She took another deep breath, holding it for several seconds before exhaling slowly to slow down her heart rate, conserving her energy for the fight ahead. "Thats enough of a break, don't you think?" Natasha closed the space between them with slow, careful steps until she was within arm's reach of Chloe. Her hands were quick as she threw them one after the other, jabbing at the underside of Chloe's breasts just to be playful before throwing a snap kick to her ribs. She leaped back out of range at the first opening only to rush right back in, hoping to catch her moving forward with a clothesline across the neck.