[Hardstyle Hentai Match] Lunara Ashmore vs Miyoko Nagai (D) - Echoes Of Our Pride

Match type: hardstyle hentai
Victory conditions: pinfall, submission, knockout after the opponent's orgasm

This was it. Finally, the time had come to show the world what a champion in the making looked like. All she had to do was fuck the dumb bimbo who'd be sharing the ring with her tonight, and she'd be one step closer to stardom. And to top it all off, she couldn't have been more pleased with tonight's competition. Lunara Ashmore, the famed "Jaguarundi" as she liked to call herself. Unlike Miyoko, Lunara was far from a fresh face in the ring. She was experienced and skilled in the art of sexual combat, competing evenly with some of AFW's best in the hentai circuit. Any newcomer would be scared to death to face an opponent as experienced as she was, but not Miyoko. In fact it was just the opposite. Miyoko felt nothing but sheer excitement and anticipation for the match that was to follow. A victory here would do wonders for her career. A debutant, fucking one of AFW's finest for all the world to see. She could already see the headlines swirling across the front pages of wrestling magazines.

A loss on the other hand... well why even bother thinking about it. She had swept her way through the indies, and she had no doubt she was about to do the same in the big league. She wouldn't lose to anybody. not here, not now, not ever. This Lunara bitch was nothing but a stepping stone on her way to stardom, and she was prepared to do whatever it took in this match to prove it.

Miyoko's eyes glowed with a blazing fervor as she stared herself up and down in her locker room mirror. So far, she had only put on the top half of her otherwise revealing outfit: A thinly laced black bra that intertwined around her neck to form to form a snuggly fit choker. She was too distracted by thoughts of glory and fame to finish slipping into her equally revealing panties, which currently hung on the tips of her soft fingers suspended by her side. Her bare crotch was already glistening in the lights of the vanity mirror, hinting at the unparalleled levels of excitement she was feeling for this match. Had this been any other fight in any other league, Miyoko would have relieved herself right there and then just to let off some of the tension, but not this time around. As confident in her abilities as she was, even Miyoko knew that she was going to need to conserve every last ounce of sexual energy she had for the fight up ahead.

She slowly broke off her self-affixed trance at the sound of music boldly declaring her opponent's entrance outside her locker room doors. Her fingers curled tightly around the panties in her hand before slowly opening them up again, allowing her to slip two toned legs in their designated slots so that her crotch lay bulging and trapped between them, almost begging to return to it's previously unclothed state. She completed her lingerie inspired outfit with one last final adjustment of her elbow-length hand sleeves.

She gave her reflection in the mirror one last confident smirk before sharply pivoting herself on the back of her heel and making her way towards her locker room door. Her opponent's entrance music blared in intensity as she swung it open, with nothing but a thin curtain at the end of the corridor serving as a barrier between herself and the sex-crazed arena that was about to serve as tonight's venue for her debut. She strode confidently towards the curtain, bumping shoulders with the stage-crew who looked on uneasily as she appeared to be making her entrance before her queue. She stopped just short of the curtain however, pulling them aside slight with only a finger in order to peer outwards toward the ring.

She had only hopped to capture a glimpse of her opponent, but instead she was greeted with an all out show. Even from afar Miyoko was able to savor her opponent's jubilant ass through her revealing clothing. Her impressive display of acrobats only made her assets an even better treat for the eyes. Her mouth moistened with lust, intent on devouring this blonde beauty in front of what appeared to be a very sizeable crowd, almost all of whom seemed to be going crazy for the Jaguarundi.

Miyoko's envious gaze slowly returned into a more determined one. While she was never really a great show-woman, she'd be damned if she was going to let that women steal all of the spotlight on her debut. With a plan in place for a spectacular entrance, Miyoko waited eagerly for her own music to grace the AFW speakers for the first time, and when it finally did, Miyoko swung the curtains aside and step foot onto the rampway. She placed her hands at her side with a smug look on her face, basking in the warm glow of the arena spotlights and the hollering crowd.

Entrance Music:

Miyoko:

Satisfied with her reception, she began to strut down the ramp and towards the ring, her eyes fixated solely on the scantily clad blonde who rested confidently against the ropes. Some members of the audience reached out their hands in the hopes of getting a high five from the tall and toned debutant, but she simply brushed past them. As of now, the ring was her world, and soon the woman who stood inside it would be her everything

Finally she made her way to the side of the ring, her bare feet unflinching to the cold touch of hardened steel as she ascended the metal steps. She placed both hands on the top rope, pushing it down just enough to vault herself over them and into the ring. Instead of turning her attention to her opponent who stood across from her, she instead turned herself towards the crowd, a flashy self-confident grin spread across her face. She made her way to the nearest corner and began using the ropes as a ladder to reach the top of the turnbuckle. She balanced herself delicately with both feet on either side of the buckle, surveying the large crowd size and arena.

She silently lifted one are down and behind her, pointing in the direction of Lunara without so much as a glance. She extended her pointer and middle fingers into a 'V', bringing the digits up to her mouth so that the letter encompassed the edges of her lips. With once last glance around the arena, she began lustfully probing the gap between her fingers with her tongue, lewdly expressing her intentions towards her opponent. Was it brash? Sure. Inappropriate? Arguably. But did it get the message across? Oh most definitely. In one swift and silent motion, she extended both arms to her side, beckoning with her hands for the crowd to chant their support.

With the crowd hollering and on the edge of their seats, Miyoko bent her knees downwards before springing herself into the air. She tucked her legs in at the top of the curve while twisting herself 180 degrees mid flight. Feeling herself on the descent, she quickly extended her legs once more, landing effortlessly on her feet and now facing the direction of her opponent. The crowd erupted in hollers once more at her spectacular 180 - degree backflip before eventually dying down in time for the two of them to make their introductions.

"Sorry honey, but I couldn't let your little... performance go unanswered" Miyoko teased, her voice dripping with sultry sarcasm. She took slow and measured footsteps until she was at the center of the ring, face to face with the woman who would be both tonight's lover and enemy. The woman was even more stunning up close, with a physical build that was very similar to Miyoko's She quickly sized her up, measuring her strength and pose up against her own. If this was truly going to be a match between equals was yet to be seen, but so far, Miyoko was liking what was in front of her.

"Miyoko Nagai. Normally I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, but the only pleasure I'm looking forward to tonight is the amount I'm going to get from fucking you, and then breaking you." Miyoko said smugly, refusing to extend her arm for a handshake. Miyoko knew she was being boastful, but she had to be. She came to AFW to make a name for herself and set an image, and all of that started right here in this ring, in front of the woman whose fight against could either make or break her ambitions.

The smug grin on Miyoko's face soon morphed into a disdainful scorn as her opponent issued her retort. Show off? Little whore? Who did this bitch think she was? It seems that one too many victories in the ring was giving her opponent an overdeveloped sense of of superiority. Perhaps even more annoying was the tone in which she delivered her little statement: Cool and unnerving, responding in a manner that showed she was completely unfazed by the brashness of the silver-haired debutant. The women's eyes was equally as stoic: Two turquoise gems carefully savoring the new woman's disposition with an analytical yet hardened gaze. The mark of someone truly confident in their abilities was often emboldened in one's eyes. Never was this more true than for Lunara.

Despite the credence in which she declared them, Miyoko scoffed at Lunara's insinuations. If anything, all they did was increase her eagerness to start this match as soon as possible, and fill her with a burning urge put this women in her place. She was never really very good at hiding her emotions, and in a brief spurt of rage stepped forward to get right in Lunara's face, an action that was mimicked by the Jaguarundi herself but quickly interrupted by the prying arms of the referee girl. Battle was but a hair-widths away, so tantalizingly close, yet it was denied to them by the rule-abiding girl in stripes. Miyoko shot her a quick spiteful glare before returning her gaze back to Lunara, determined to have the last word before they finally clashed.

"You know nothing about me, or what I'm capable of" Miyoko scoffed, returning Lunara's gentle stare with a more hardened one of her own. She took one more glance at the ref before slowly taking a few steps back, letting out a disappointed sigh as she did. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, followed by a sly smile as she quickly regained her composure.

"But after tonight, you'll learn everything there is to know" Miyoko said with a soft wink, lowering her frame while arching her back and raising her arms in a lose grappling stance. She placed one foot behind her, grounding itself against the mat, with the other planted firmly in front of her and ready to serve as a springboard should she decide to move quickly. Judging by the practiced fight stance of her opponent, that may very well be a necessity.

While this match may only be the first of her career, she could tell there was significant weight behind it that far outpaced the regular atmosphere of debutant matches. Lunara was obviously of a completely different breed from the women Miyoko was used to throwing around the ring in her amateur days. She was a professional, in every sense of the word, and it was becoming increasingly apparent in her eyes and words that she was undermining what the slick debutant had to offer to her in the ring. If there was one thing Miyoko hated more than anything else, it was to be judged, and to be judged as if she were soft prey was an insult she simply could not let go unpunished. Their encounter had barely begun, and yet Lunara had already pushed the wrong buttons in Miyoko's explosive mind.

She was savvy and confident, traits Miyoko knew she carried herself in abundance herself but was determined to soon stamp out of her opponent. Thoughts of the blonde reduced to a disheveled and stuttering broken mess at her feet consumed Miyoko's mind. They provided her with a sense of calm, and relief, knowing that dealing with her opponents cheekiness would all be worth it in the long run. If only that damn bell would ring, so Miyoko could just let it all out....

Ding-Ding-Ding!

And there it was, finally! The decisive ring of the opening bell, and Miyoko's queue to pounce, lest she allow her opponent to make the first move. Already in a crouched position, Miyoko would launch of her backfoot in order to begin a fierce dash towards her opponent, arms bent outreached in front of her and with open palms. There wasn't much distance separating the two, and if Miyoko was able to time her opening attack just right, she would attempt to dive right into the midsection of her opponent, wrapping her arms around her waist and sending the blonde woman crashing into the mat along side her in a spear takedown to start off the match!