Marisa, Interrupted (For Alexandra)

It was a full house at one of AFW's televised events. After a few matches, Set Me On Fire, the new music of Marisa Evans began to play. One of the league's veteran hentai wrestlers, as well as a face, the former model drew cheers as she came down to the ring.
As her music died down, the American took up a mic.
"Well, well. It looks like we have a few things happening in the AFW these days. First, Summer Splash!" The crowd cheered wildly at the mention of the upcoming event. "I know right!? There's probably going to be lots of girls in bikini's wrestling each other, bodies pressing together, struggling...oh my..I feel hot already."
She fanned herself with her hand, drawing a laugh as well as cheers.
"Well, I'm looking forward to it, as soon as the ice queen Cassandra puts pen to paper and gives us a lineup. So, also I'm thinking that the erotic wrestling scene has picked up as of late. Yatori Shizuku has joined, putting up a convincing win over Tiffany, who is no pushover in hentai matches, let me tell you. Good show there." her welcoming words drew a cheer from Yatori's fans. "Also, Ari Nagawa has been pushing the envelope, as well as Natalia. There's that Sunetra girl, who needs a serious put down. Not to mention the girls who aren't hentai specialists but are good at it. That Asami ninja girl, Sakura..hey ninjas apparently know how to fight dirty."
She laughed and then got to her point.
"I'm thinking, we should have ourselves a tournament for the hentai belt. Really, it doesn't matter since it would be going home with me, along with a defeated and shamed Belinda but anything to draw attention to the hentai division of the AFW..."

Just as Marisa finished her words, someone else's music would hit the arena...and in a matter of seconds, Miss Muriel Spencer would appear atop the entrance ramp, frowning down at Marisa as she raised a microphone to her lips, her music dying down just as quickly as it rose up.

"Now listen here!" She cried out, a glare on her face. "I've put up with this kind of thing in the federation for far too long! As long as I'm around here, you will NOT be having a filthy tournament for that horrid belt, do you understand me?"

She hmphed, lowering the mic to allow Marisa a chance to respond.

Marisa raised an eyebrow as Miss Spencer's music hit. She was actually kind of a fan of the part time teacher and wrestler, but the tone of Muriel's voice didn't seem friendly at all. Not to mention calling the title Marisa had set her sights on filthy? Still, the model kept a smile on her face as she responded.
"Ah, well this sort of attention I could do without." she said aside to the crowd. Then she cleared her throat and continued. "How nice of you to take time out of your busy schedule to join us. Plenty of schoolgirls that need their tushies spanked by a firm hand like yours, right? So what's your problem?"

"I'll tell you what my problem is!" Spencer continued, her voice rising slightly. "The entire hentai division! It's filthy!" She paused a moment, reaching up to adjust her glasses, taking a few steps down the ramp towards the ring before stopping again.

"It's not even real wrestling! It's something that belongs behind closed doors, and is a disgrace to everything clean wrestlers like myself stand for and have tried to do for this sport!"

"Now you're starting to be offensive." Marisa said, her eyes narrowing.
The former model generally had few problems with the other wrestlers of the league, but Spencer was really starting to agitate her. Still, as a model, one must maintain their composure, right?
"Filthy? A disgrace?" the platinum haired woman echoed. "Spoken like someone who's got nothing of her own going on behind closed doors. I've never heard anything else from the other 'clean wrestlers' here. You'd think, as long as I've been here, somebody would've said something to me by now."
She paused.
"Also, Spencer, don't say it isn't real wrestling, that it isn't competitive. You have no idea what you're talking about. You don't know what goes on in the minds of the erotic wrestlers of the division, the struggle that's happening on the mat..."

Spencer hmphed, taking a few steps further, now at the base of the metal ramp leading to the ring.

"The others are just too scared to take a stand, I suppose." She began, looking up at Marisa. "And regardless of whether it's a 'struggle' or not, it's not real wrestling at all. It's just...just....sex! Something that any decent person would keep in private and not where the entire world could see!"

"Well, it seems like I'll have to be teaching the teacher something." Marisa replied. "It's not 'just sex' as you put it. Let me paint a picture for you. You're familiar with submission wrestling, aren't you? At the end of a hentai match is possibly the most intimate submission of all. The moment when your body betrays your will, as you writhe and thrash in a futile effort to escape your orgasm. At that moment, not only has the other woman beaten you as a wrestler, but at that moment as she looks upon your breathless, gasping form, you know she's beaten you as a woman."
The former model paused then smiled.
"Also I can't think of the last time anybody called Tana decent.." she said, referring to one of her rivals, and if the rumors were true, lover. Her words drew a brief laugh from the crowd, but did little to dispel the growing tension.

A very, very light blush would cross Spencer's face as she listened to Marisa's explanation, but it would quickly fade as she got started again.

"Another good point. You're disrespecting your opponent and humiliating her completely. Insulting her."

Another pause, the teacher shaking her head again.

"Where's the respect for your opponent, hmm?"

Marisa shrugged.
"It's a question of pride, Muriel. Most girls here have enough of it to know that being beaten once isn't the end of things. I don't have a spotless record, you know. After a loss, we get up, gather ourselves and train harder, wanting to make sure that next time we will win." she replied. "Is it insulting? Sure, about as insulting as submitting from an ankle lock or something. But really, the one I blame when I lose is me, for letting myself slip up enough to get into the hold that beat me."
She gave a toss of her hair as she continued,
"And I have nothing but respect for any woman who steps between those ropes, ready to put her body and skills up against mine." Marisa said. "I wonder....Miss Spencer....are you such a woman? Or do you prefer to continue judging from the sidelines, not even knowing what it's like to be in such a match?"

Miss Spencer's face would scrunch up, as if the teacher was shocked that Marisa would even consider asking her such a thing!

"I...I have no interest in participating in such a thing!" She shouted, her voice rising with indignation. "I'm offended that you would even ask me that!"