The Goddess and the Tanker: Catherine "Kay" Grant vs Aphrodite "The Love of the World"

Typically Aphrodite as the Tension Hentai Champion didn't preoccupy herself with that of small matches, but in the need to keep herself on her best condition in normal matches the supposed goddess of love would be assigned matches by the company, matches there were supposed to be against jobbers, worthless newbies with not a chance of winning against a seasoned pro like herself. This sort of event was even more so a common occurrence at a small road show like this, just so happing to take place in the good ol' USA of A, her true home, even if she claimed as Aphrodite that it wasn't.

Tension had chosen a rather beautiful and elegant city theatre for this smaller show, an absolutely fantastic choice for to fit a wrestler as gorgeous as herself, and as she walked to the ring, belt around her waist as she walked slowly to the ring. Each step her breasts would sway, jiggling as the modified white sling bikini was just enough to keep everything together, drawing as many eyes as she could and leaving the bare minimum to the imagination. The only other thing shore was matching white toeless yoga socks and white elbow pads.

She ignored most of the crowd around her as she finally made her way to the ring, walking around in a small circle as she stripped herself of the belt and held it high, this was going to be her show after all and she was determined for it to stay that way. Whomever her opponent might be, they were in for a terrible and or pleasurable night that only a goddess of love could bring to the table.

Aphrodite looked over her opponent with an unamused look upon her face as they walked down the ramp. This girl seemed to be a favorite of the crowd, meaning that instead of fawning over her the crowd was fawning over her opponent Kay. With beauty that rivaled her own with luscious blonde hair and curvaceous strong body. The americana inspired attire was just the icing on the cake for her likely as well with the American crowd that swooned for the patriotic theme.

Her face shifted more to one that seemed gloating over her supposed superiority to hide her earlier jealous look. She had to keep some appearance of being in control, especially before the match even began, "Is that what the cat appeared to drag in to face me," she says looking disinterested, still holding the belt now on her shoulders. She was face to face with her now, throwing back the long blonde hair of her own, "Memorable will be simply far too much for what this match shall be. You are lucky to even face me in this trashy town. A champion deserves far better than to wallow away in this pig pen. I shall finish with you swiftly."

Aphrodite would put her hands to her hips with a pout, tapping her foot in wait for her opponent to remember her name. That was of course until Catherine gave up on trying to remember, infuriating her to no end, "How dare you, you inbred pig sow," she responds. The goddess would step forward just as her opponent would step back. Wanting to slap the utter daylights for forgetting the goddess of love's name, the blonde was left wanting for now.

"I'll show this town what a real woman, a wrestler looks like," she says going back to her side of the ring, lounging in the corner with a devious smile. She was going to bring this woman down nice and proper, to make an utter fool of her, begging for mercy under her heel, "When I'm done with you, you'll be begging to worship at my alter of supreme beauty."

After being checked over by the referee, the match would begin. The bell sounded out and the goddess was out from the corner, arms out in a wrestling stance ready to fight against this rookie. The first thing she would try to do would be to lock up, chest bouncing around in the thing risqué material that kept her breasts from being fully revealed to watchful eyes of the crowd.

"O' we shall see about that then," she responds back, face looking outright venomous as it was clear that Catherine would not be playing ball with her. They'd snap together, testing each other's strength as they pushed against each other, trying to outmaneuver the other. Their breasts would justle around to the enjoyment of the fans, knocking into each other repeatedly.

Kay was definitely strong, but Aphrodite wasn't going to let some rookie win, pushing her back slowly and surely until hopefully her back pressed against the ropes or a turnbuckle. She would then rear back, letting her hands off of her and breaking the lock to snap out a mean chop right to her opponent's chest.

The attack was sudden and quick, Aphrodite's hand having left its position holding back the Tanker before coming down and smacking straight across her chest. It was a nasty move, not even aiming for right above it like a fair and more reasonable opponent would do. Instead, the goddess had well decided to inflict the most pain as possible, targeting the area of her breasts, "That'll teach ya, you little..." she spoke before feeling the same exact pain that she had brought to Kay now done upon her.

"Gahh!" the sound left her lips as she clutched her now sore chest, breasts swaying back and forth from the assault upon them. She then of course retaliated back, attempting to strike her with another chop right across the same part of the body.