Tension Hentai Title Match: Leo Fandero (c) vs. ???

Continued from Two for the price of one...

Backstage Leo Fandero took a deep breath as he looked at himself in the mirror and got ready for the match ahead... He was kitted out in his skin tight black shorts down to his mid thighs, a set of knee pads sat above his black wrestling boots and up top his only clothing was an unbutton short sleeve green shirt. Something of course was missing but the Spandiard would never forget; reaching out to the side, he retrieved his trademark black and white trilby hat and sat it on top of his head so that it was ever so slightly tilted forwards and to the left. Leo smiled his cocky roguish smile..

"So the GM of Tension wants to fuck me? Well I always like a good screw."


Come as you are by Nirvana started to play around the arena, announcing that it was time for tonights main event in Tension. As the drums kicked in on the track, Leo Fandero stepped out onto the top of the rampway with the Tension Hentai belt slung over one shoulder.

Spoiler:

He swaggered his way down to the ring and quickly rolled in under the bottom ropes. Getting to his feet, the ladies man walked over to one of the corners and hoped up onto the middle ropes of the turnbuckles so as to lift the belt up in the air by one hand. There was no way that he could have prepared for the match, he didn't know who he'd be facing or even what kind of match Melissa Sellers was going to put him in.. All he could do now was wait to see who was going to come out

Backstage the purple haired fox known as Natasha was getting ready for the match. At her side was Sofia, her tag partner and trainer, who looked decidedly less amused with the situation. "Why do you have to fight these.... guys!" Natasha kept getting ready, slipping on her usual red Soviet Union flag bikini set, the top caressing her large breasts and bottoms slipping over her smooth chunky thighs. "You are humiliating yourself Natasha, you know what happened with Killer King, he basically fucked your face with his package and pinned you!" Sofia continued, in a flustered way as she didnt think the Russian should be engaging in such matches. Even though Sofia liked to smother and humiliate girls, she felt the Russians were the ones to be in control, but this was AFW, anyone at anytime could be humbled.

Natasha turned flicking back her hair, "It is zee match I will win and I will have zee belt, for us!" She looked determined and Sofia simply looked away in disgust as the knock on the door signaled it was her time. Natasha reached and fixed her trademark collar around her neck. "I am going to zit on either one of their faces and win, ztop zee worry?" Natasha said in her broken English and moved past Sofia out to the arena entrance. With her music hitting the PA she strode down out into the arena with a stern look on her face. Tonight, she elected to come clean to the match, no toys, no handcuffs, and no thoughts of losing. She wanted this big time and was going to do everything she could to beat either of her rivals. Guy or girl, it was all the same to her.

Natasha:

As she climbed the ring steps, her eyes fixed on Leo who was already in the ring. She paused and licked her lips, Leo was certainly a very attractive guy, fit and toned. Natasha could only imagine what the pair would get up to and she would certainly like to pay him a visit privately after the match. Getting into the ring she waltzed towards the exact opposite corner facing Leo and mimicked his pose, holding aloft her arm before jumping down, much to the crowds delight. She took the opportunity to introduce herself to Leo in the best way she could by shouting so he could hear, "I am Natasha Rostovik, Russian Seductress, and I am taking your belt and your pride..."

She leaned back into the turnbuckle keeping her gaze on Leo, letting her eyes roam his body. Natasha couldnt wait to get her hands on him, or her legs around him!

Sadly, Natasha wouldn't be getting Leo all to herself.

The lights of the arena already beginning to flicker in a crimson tone, a certain someone's theme music would begin to blast around the arena speakers, filling the nosebleeds with a high-guitar intro that could likely be heard outside the arena itself. The name of the song was fitting, given the mission this figure was on.

'Like A Revolution.'

A apt intro for the start of Eileen Sommer's revolution.


Equipped in her tight fitting one piece with hands to hips, Eileen would emerge in due time with that skewed gaze as ever equipped. The woman was certainly not as well known as neither Leo or Natasha, yet what little she shown was of utmost dominance. She would of preferred to protrude such on the Tension Hentai champion in similar fashion in a singles match, as she suspected her 'partner' for tonight would have as well, but winners could not be choosers. Her time would come, she'd figure.

Descending the ramp, throwing her overly sized head attire to the side as she did so, she would but raise her arms wide as she basked in the modest roar of the crowd. They mostly cheered for the busty, hip-full figure now walking before her in scanty clothing as opposed to the wrestler behind the figure, but Eileen basked all the same. The roar of the crowd was as much as a weapon to her as her four limbs.

Taking her time once reaching the side of the ring, she'd slowly ascend the steel steps as if waste no more effort than was needed at all. Once ringside, she'd give one final gaze to the audience before entering the ring, soon taking up position next to her 'ally' for the evening, yet with noticeable distance. Now giving the same skewed gaze to the man before her, she would turn as if to look at the figure besides her. Evidently, with a little disgust.

"Disgusting..." She'd mutter at Natasha under her breath, yet audible to the Russian Seductress.

Leo admired the two girls that entered one after the other with a keen eye that told the story of a man that was thinking more about strategies upon facing them in combat.. He bounced up and down on his toes to keep warmed up as they climbed into the ring with him.

"Well well.." Leo said eventually, ignoring Natasha threat of taking his belt just as much as he ignored Eileen's muttered comment that could have refered to him, Natasha or even both. "Triple treat huh? ...Melissa really is spoiling me." A triple threat did make it more difficult for him to retain his title, but having two girls in the ring with him at the same time was fairly decent compensation...


At that moment, the GM of Tension Melissa Sellers herself decided to make an appearance at the top of the rampway with microphone in hand.

"Greetings..  Mr Fandero, please meet your opponents for tonight entertainment... Ms. Rostovik and Ms. Sommers... I'd advise you get acquinted deary, as both of them will be getting very familiar with you... With their whole focus solely on you in fact...." It became apparent to the Spaniard that the GM had one more card up her sleeve which she was about to play "You see, this will not be a triple threat match, but in fact a handicap match for the Hentai title. And seems you were enjoying the smothers of the mystery girl so much before, I've decided to add my own special rules to the match."

"It will be a hardstyle hentai handicap match... A Triple H match, for those who like aliteration... Pinfalls and submissions can only be achieved on a contender after they have been made to cum at least once in the match... Pinfalls and submissions can only be achieved via a smother of some fashion." Melissa eyes glittered with a little devilish glee... Leo realized that not only was she staking the deck against him by setting it up at a handicap match, but also seeking to have him humilated by more smothers just like with the mystery girl he'd been struggling with before.

"Wellll shit...." Leo whispered barely audiable, trying to keep a smile on his face to defy Melissa... But unfortunately the GM had set him up good and proper.

"I'll leave you three love birds at it... Tata..." Melissa said before exiting the arena


Match rules
Hardstyle Hentai Handicap match
victory conditions: smother/facesit pinfall or smother/facesit submission, after the victim has been made to cum at least once in the match.
Special stipulations: Who ever obtains the winning pin or submission will retain or become the new Tension Hentai Champion

Natasha was raring to go but her enthusiasm was tapered somewhat by the arrival of the other girl in this match, Eileen. The Russian kept her eyes on the girl, who had a very endowed figure, so much that even Natasha with her generous curves was starting to feel a little bit under prepared and jealous. The girl had a swagger, an air of pomp which the Russian found not to her taste. As Eileen took her position and uttered her single word, Natasha's expression changed.

"You may have zee red hair like zee Russian flag but you will ztay out of my way or I will make you zorry"

In her broken English, Natasha was not as threatening as her words made out, however she was not amused with Eileen and all the redheads good work, had quickly been undone.

Natasha turned her attentions back to Leo, who she wanted to get her hands on, stretching a little bit she was about to rush the fit wrestler but was prevented again by the appearance of the GM. As the GM spoke, it became apparent that this was essentially a 2v1. Natasha at first was grinning, she didnt need anyones help, but it was always good to have another body in the ring.

Then it dawned on the Russian. Her "partner" was Eileen. The pompous, arrogant and curvatious vixen stood across the ring from her. Natasha walked over to the corner where Eileen was and deliberately stood infront of her, letting her rather large behind bump into the redhead.

She arrogantly looked over her shoulder, barely even ackowleging her and said, "Dizgusting? Zee only thing dizgusting is your lack of rezpect. Just as in hiztory, Germany haz never fared well against zee Russian's, dont make zee same mistake...."

It was a bizarre statement, but Natasha was proud of her heritidge, and she was aware of Eileen nationality due a small section of crowd who had signs and seemed to be cheering for the full figured woman

Both had the experience over Eileen. And likely the strength. Eileen of course, would be damned if she ever made such apparent. Alongside the fact that there was more to winning a fight than through pure strength of course, Eileen was adamant she was going to show herself as the more skilled of the trio, or at least attempt to. She was certainly setting out to prove herself the smarter.

Eileen turned her head to her foe the moment Natasha began to speak, purposefully attempting to ignore the girl. She'd raise the hand closest to her Russian ally, motioning with her hands that she believed the girl to be endlessly talking. The redhead continued with her gaze upon her soon to be foe, even as Melissa appeared. She'd already seen Melissa's confrontation with Leo earlier this week, and suspected the match before her to be his obvious punishment. A triple threat just simply wouldn't of been justice enough.

And then, Natasha opted to goad back. Finding her 'ally' now stood before her, breaking the line of sight between herself and the young man she'd soon be wrestling, Eileen only smiled.

"Respect you say? I respect you enough to let you go first..."

Eileens smirk grew a shade darker, as she brought up her hands. Extending them with due force, she'd fully intend to let Natasha have the first shot at her foe.

By shoving her full force into him of course.

"...Go get 'em."

Shaking his head, Leo took his trilby hat off his head and stowed it out on the edge of the ring before stripping off the green short sleeve shirt and folding it up along side the hat. Melissa had definitely set Leo up good and proper, but perhaps it wasn't quite a perfect bind... It became quickly apparent to the Spaniard that Eileen and Natasha wasn't actually in on Melissa's plan and in fact that there was a little friction between the two.

~Looks like I could have front tickets to a catfight here..~ He thought to himself, fighting the urge to get himself involved in the potential tussle just yet. If they ended up fighting amongst themselves as well as it being a good sight to see, it meant that they'd be weaker as a team against him.

Although Natasha couldn't see with her back to Eileen, Leo could see the smile that suddenly came to the German's lips and he guessed that she was about to do something. He was ready for it when as predicted she shoved Natasha forwards... leaping up into the air, Leo threw both his booted feet out towards the approaching brunette. Trying to send a drop kick straight to Natasha bust to take her down to the mat

Natasha felt smug with her role in the match so far. She had not only, in her mind, put Eileen down sufficently with her bizarre comment, but also she had her back to the girl. Nothing said disrespect like turning your back on someone, and to add the icing on the cake, Natasha bumped her with that plump behind. Literally she was treating her like a cushion, something that she did to everyone who crossed the Russian's path. Leo would be no exception tonight and Natasha was about to focus her attentions on the attractive Spaniard when she suddenly felt a push from behind

"ACK!" she gasped out loudly and stumbled forward, her legs and arms not co-ordinated at all. As she tumbled forward, Leo took his chance. "UUGGFFFF!" Natasha let out a cry as the male wrestlers boots came crashing into her large chest. The Russian was taken off her feet and landed with a bang on her back. "AGGHHHH!" Natasha arched and rolled to her side, almost going into the fetal position. Amid her pain she was annoyed, annoyed that she got sucker punched (or kicked in this case) and also very annoyed that Eileen, who was supposed to be her partner had set her up.

"You biatch!" she yelled in the direction of Eileen and slapped the canvas hard with her fist, before returning to her native language, unleashing a stream of curses that would make anyone who understood redder than St Petersburg.

Natasha would not forget the betrayal soon, and Eileen would feel her wrath at the correct time. For now the Russian crawled slowly to the bottom rope so that she could find some safety. At this point she was glad it wasnt a triple threat in the strictest sense, because her start had been as unflattering as possible.

Eileen simply smirked as the girl began her motion. She'd tried to one-up the redhead, and was no flat on her back. Just deserts by any-ones books, let alone the redhead who as ever stayed focus on achieving outright domination in more means than psychical, over foes and allies alike. Rolling her eyes as the Russian threw profanity, Eileen simply laughed as her hands quickly left their crossed posture underneath her chest, before opting to 'aid' her partner.

"Oh shush~" Muttered just before she began her motion, Eileen would sprint towards Leo as he prepared to rise from the dropkick. If all went to plan, she'd extend her foot in big-boot fashion, aiming to imprint the sole of her boot on her rising foes chest and perhaps shove him into the ropes. If luck was on her side, she'd land the move without a hitch. If luck was completely against Leo however, the young hentai champ may have found himself through the ropes as opposed to against them like Eileen had hoped.

"See? No need to thank me..." Crossing her arms yet again, she'd pace a little from Leo if the kick connected, smirking back at her partner.

The soles of Leo's feet made a satisfying connection with Natasha soft cushiony breasts as he sent her down to the mat on her back... He was going to have to make good on this advantage, take control of the Russian early on and section her off away from her tag partner so that he could essentially turn the handicap match into a one on one match.

Unfortunately while the ladies man was even still thinking this and getting back up to his feet to continue the assault, Eileen came rushing on him.. He wasn't even fully up to his feet and barely got his arms up defensively as Eileen's boot plowed straight into the center of his bare chest.

"Unghh!!" Leo huffed out as his legs flew out in front of him and he fell straight down onto the back of his shoulders and head. The spaniard clutched at his chest as he grimanced and tried to roll away from the German, the bell ringing belated in the background to signify the beginning of the match