Fright Fight Main Event - Velvet Valentine Vs Natasha Loclear (C) - Hentai Title Match

"You think so?" She asked without expecting an answer. Her arm missed the mark entirely when she made a grab for the woman's head, the opportunity gone as Velvet pressed herself against Natasha's back making a headlock now impossible, at least for her. "And what if I dis..AGREE!" Natasha's voice rose three octaves the moment she felt Velvet's fingers pressing in over her clit, her black lace panties doing next to nothing to resist this new offensive from the German beauty.

Her arm dropped back down and with both hands on the mat Natasha knew she could make the long journey to the ropes even if they were half a ring away. However she didn't like the taste a rope break would leave in her mouth and went for another option, a much riskier but also more enjoyable option. Hands flat to the floor of the ring Natasha shoved her body backwards, thrusting like a piston back against the crotch of Velvet, repeatedly smacking her tight ass over the other woman's barely covered sex even though she could feel Velvet's fingers pressing in harder with every thrust she made.

"Jaaaaa..♥" Velvet Valentine moaned out melodically as her fingers got to Natasha's crotch and appeared to have the desired effect on the blue haired woman. She curled her fingers inwards, scritching the tips of her fingers. She pressed in closer, her breasts pressing and mushrooming against Natasha's back as they got all nice and cozy with each other. Then just as The Valentine was startign to enjoy herself in this position a little too much, Natasha struck back by thrusting her hips and butt right into the German's crotch

"Ugh!"  Anka puffed out through pursed lips over Natasha's shoulder, her eyes going wide as the thrust was enough to make the lower half of her body bounce up with the connection. Her sex gave a faint throb under her thong as Natasha thumped backwards a second and then a third time, the force of the thrusting making it a challange to keep her hip together with opponent's... A slight sheen of perspiration starting to form on her smooth curvy body..

Changing the position of the arm around Natasha's stomach, Anka reach up to grasp ahold of the Russian breast in the one hand with her nipple poking right into the center of her palm. Giving her a firm squeeeeeeeze in the hopes of distracting her from her escape attempts.

While in her head Natasha knew the arena's temperature hadn't changed, physically it suddenly felt as if the ring was twenty degrees hotter with Velvet pressed against her back with one hand over her crotch. She could feel the sweat from Velvet's body mingling with her own as the woman ground her tits into the Frenchwoman's back, the two of them glistening now beneath the sun like lights which were focused upon them. Her thrusting wasn't helping to cool her off any not that she cared, each bucking of her hips coming with a swaying of her tits which were barely being held back by her top, threatening to spill out with each succesive thrust.

"Gah! You're persistant you know..." Natasha called back over her shoulder with a laugh, their eyes locking together for a moment with lust clear in both their gazes. The bluenette wasn't getting away from Velvet like this, she could see that in the woman's eyes, but Velvet would also see she didn't want to escape anymore. "Ugh, come here then!" She exclaimed just as Velvet's hand closed around her breast, Natasha twisting her body, reaching back to sink her fingers into one of Velvet's own plump breasts as she tried to roll over onto her side.

Her legs open just enough she would pull on Velvet's heavy mound, inviting her in for a more direct contest between their bodies.

As Natasha twisted her body around, The Valentine pushed her larger but cushiony form down even harder upon the blue haired woman, trying to partially get her opponent pinned down even as Natasha reached to grab a whole handful of the German's melon. Anka suck in a gasp at feeling the bite of Natasha's finger tips and nail pinching into her supple breast, her eyes dilated as she looked upon Natasha.

Although the Russian was inviting Velvet Valentine into a potential sex to sex situation, the German French babe instead left Natasha anticipating as she busied herself first and foremost with lessening a few of the barriers between skin on skin contact... The hand that grasped Natasha's breast moved back a little and her fingers snagged ahold of her black bikini top, gripping tightly Velvet Valentine suddenly yanked upwards and pulled the article of clothing from its lower rim in an attempt to uncover Natasha's bust in much the same way as the Russian/French woman had done to her not so long ago

Natasha tilted her head to the side, staring up at the German woman inquisitively once she realized her offer was being left hanging in the air, at least for the moment. But it all made sense when Velvet reached forward and took hold of the bottom edge of her leather bikini top, Natasha's gaze glancing down to the woman's hands with a smile on her lips when she looked back up into her eyes. "Oh no you're right, have to play fair." She said while offering little resistance to Velvet who wasted little time in tugging her top upwards, the Frenchwoman's lovely mounds rising up along with the top for a couple of seconds before they popped free, bouncing as they became freed from the tight constraint.

She pulled n Velvet's breast until she was sitting upright and face to face with the German, their breasts so close to one another it actually bothered her they weren't touching. She solved that problem as she leaned in the last inch or so, pressing her breasts into their rival pair with a soft sigh of pleasure leaving her lips. "Are you sure you want this?" She asked with a Cheshire cat grin, her left hand running up along the inside of Velvet's left leg, creeping ever upward until her fingers were resting upon the woman's covered sex.

Anka's nipples stiffened even more against Natasha's hand as the Russian French woman used her breasts to help her up into a partially sitting position.. However when Natasha pressed her breasts into Velvet Valentine's sizeable pair, The Valentine pushed forwards with her whole body as she tried to manuever back down onto the mat.

"Vhy?" the German murmured close to Natasha's lips "Iz zere something you zink I should be vorried about?" The buxom woman chuckled so that Natasha could feel the throaty vibrations right through her chest.

"Don't vorry... I am a professionnel at zis sort of zing.." She whispered in a low sultry voice, her hand in return also moving in between Natasha's thighs to mirror her. She did not hesistate in getting her the tips of her finger right up against the front of her opponent's crotch... Middle and ring fingers gently pressing on the front of Natasha's slit as if she were threatening to push them and the material of Natasha's thong right up into her passage

By now the viewing audience was so entranced by the two gorgeous women in the ring that no one even seemed to notice as someone strolled straight down the aisle to the ring. But that was soon going to change.

Clad in her usual ring gear, and wielding a steel chair in her hand, an evil grin stretched across the face of Minerva Larsen while she slid in under the bottom rope and entered the ring. Now the crowd saw the danger at hand, but by the time they started calling out to try to warn Natasha and Velvet it was already far too late. Quickly Minerva got to her feet and swung the chair with all the force she could muster right at the back of the beloved Hentai Champion’s head!

And, though she had no grudge with Velvet Valentine, there was a good chance the challenger was not going to be happy about this sudden intrusion. So immediately after ambushing Natasha, Minerva swung the chair again, this time aiming it right at Velvet’s face!

Thousands of boos rained in from all directions, but their anger clearly didn’t bother Minerva in the slightest. The Dane cackled wickedly, thoroughly amused at the havoc she’d just wrought. The referee surprised and initially confused by this turn of events, reluctantly called for the bell, declaring this bout a No Contest.

Minerva dropped her chair and moved to kneel by the wounded champion. She placed a hand by either side of the Frenchwoman’s head, then lowered her lips by the girl’s ear. “Did you think I’d forgotten about you? That you’d seen the last of me?” she said, her words barely above a soft whisper.

“I told you a true queen would rise to overthrow your reign….” She moved her head until her face was right above Natasha’s, with her lips brushing right against the girls. “…Well here I am.” With that Minerva planted an aggressive, domineering kiss on the Hentai Champion. This was no act of heated passion. This was a simple message, meant to tell Natasha that Minerva could do what she wanted to her, when she wanted. After several, long seconds, she finally broke the kiss and stood tall over the blue haired beauty, then exited the ring and strode right back up the aisle, feeling quite pleased with herself as she disappeared behind the curtain once again.