AV 15 Hentai Title Kumis Match: Natasha Loclear(C) Vs. Sahar Abia "The Pharoah"

Sahar was pissed at the moment due to Minerva interference. Once again the match was ruined due to her interference. Even if the Pharaoh somehow managed to win this match, it would be seen as a tainted win and that she did not earn the title belt. This enraged the purple hair wrestler as she then channeled her hatred before trying to hit Minerva in the back again with a stomp. She would try to repeat this process over and over again, not wanting the interloper to have a chance to get up. “WHY MUST YOU INTERFERE IN OUR MATCHES?” yelled Sahar in a frustrated voice. The audience, on the other hand, would start to cheer for the Egyptian, wanting to see her take out the interloper.

Minerva attempted to pick herself up after the initial stomp to her back, but was repeatedly pushed right back down onto Natasha with a barrage of kicks from the infuriated challenger! Each stomp that rained down onto Minerva drew a fresh cry of pain from her lips.

How dare this lowly wretch trample on Minerva like this?! This wasn’t going to be taken lightly by the Dane, who instead of giving an answer to Sahar’s question, suddenly threw her body into the Egyptian’s legs to try to tackle her to the ground! Unfortunately, this did mean abandoning her dominant position over Natasha. But it was necessary to stop Sahar’s relentless assault. And if she managed to bring the girl down, Minerva would immediately pounce on her and start trying to fire an onslaught of merciless punches toward the girl’s face!

Natasha had been rescued from what could have potentially been a championship losing orgasm by Sahar but she was in no position to fight her way back into the match quite yet. Minerva was stuck on top of her thanks to Sahar's weild stomping and by extension Natasha was stuck as well, groaning with each time the woman's foot crashed down into the back of Minerva. She gasped, gulping down air the moment Minerva rose off of her, her lungs filling with oxygen now that they were unhindered by the weight of two women on top of her.

She would let Minerva and Sahar fight each other while she tried getting off her back and onto her feet, Natasha rolling over onto her hands and knees to begin a crawl towards the side of the pool.

Sahar had managed to get a few good hits in as she work out her anger on Minerva. Having the audience cheer for her sure felt good. Yet just as things seemed to be going her way, the interloper threw herself at the Pharaoh. Being exhausted for the match and the effect of the Kumis, she was brought down. Before she could gather herself she would be hit in the face not once but twice by Minerva fierce assault before covering her face and head with her arms, trying to stop the barrage of attacks.

Minerva was now attacking Sahar with every bit as much anger and fury as the Egyptian had been only seconds ago. And the girl’s exhaustion from having already been competing for several minutes prior was proving to aid the invading Dane’s assault. However, Sahar did manage to get a guard up to defend against several of her punches. Something needed to be done about that.

So, Minerva grabbed two handfuls of Sahar’s dark hair, then used it to try to slam the girl’s head repeatedly on the mat! “You should’ve just stayed out of my way, you little pest!” she barked down at Sahar, unaware that Natasha was recomposing herself not far away.

Natasha could hear someone landing heavy blows behind her though she didn't waste the time to stop and look. Judging from the groaning she heard Sahar was taking most of the punishment, Minerva hammering away at the woman to try and put her down before she would inevitably come back after the Frenchwoman. While Minerva was the one at fault here Natasha couldn't help but feel responsible for Sahar's predictament, the woman had intervened rather than accept the easy win and for that she deserved more than to get beaten to a pulp for her troubles.

Grabbing the pool side Natasha helped herself back upright, her legs shaky for a moment but they held firm by the time she turned around to see Minerva on top of a downed Sahar. She closed in on the interloper from behind and brought her right leg snapping up at the side of Minerva's head.

Minerva’s attempts to finally rid herself of the meddling Egyptian were abruptly interrupted by a sudden, intense impact to the Dane’s skull! She’d been too busy dealing with Sahar to notice Natasha approaching from behind. The kick struck with a loud smack that echoed throughout the arena, and the fact that it took Minerva completely by surprise only resulted in her being further dazed by the blow.

The crowd loudly cheered in response as Minerva went still atop Sahar for a brief moment, only to collapse to the side and fall off of the girl. She put her hand on the mat and tried to start pushing herself up to her knees, not wanting to remain too vulnerable for too long. However, the entire room seemed to be spinning, and keeping her balance was difficult. Thanks to the champion and challenger momentarily assisting each other, it seemed the hunter was now becoming the hunted...

Sahar was taking a beating from Minerva but had managed to shield her face, stopping the onslaught of attacks. Though that hardly stop the interloper who now grabbed her hair and started slam her head into the ground several times while having the gall to call her a pest and telling her to stay out of her title shot match. Yet the brutal assault would be stopped by Natasha who was now returning the favor from before. The purple hair wrestler would hold her head as she took a moment to rest and gather her strength.

With a single thunderous kick to the side of Minerva's head Natasha had stopped the woman completely in her tracks, though she collapsed herself afterward, falling down to one knee and breathing heavily. She was still feeling the after effects of both Sahar and Minerva beating on her but she smiled when she looked at Minerva who was now laying unmoving on her side. She had paid Sahar back for drawing the interloper away from her and now she needed to make sure they could finish their match without any more interruptions.

Natasha rose back to her feet just as she noticed Minerva beginning to stir. She reached down to grab onto the woman's wrists from behind, pulling backwards on Minerva's arms while she brought her foot up to plant it in the middle of her back.

Minerva shook her head and groaned as she attempted to get her bearings back. That blindside kick had left her down and groggy, which was the last place she wanted to be with two angry women both wanting to vent that anger of theirs on her. As if to prove that point, Natasha went on the attack again just when Minerva was about to try to push herself up.

The Dane’s arms were pulled back, and a cry of pain burst from her lips when Natasha planted a foot down her back crank up the pressure of the hold. “AGH! GET...the FUCK OFF OF ME...you little BITCH!” She braked through grit teeth, having little choice but to endure the agony for now. But of course that didn’t stop her from thrashing her body from side to side, hoping to make Natasha lose her grip or slip in the kumis. If it worked, then she could figure out whether a counterattack or a tactical retreat was in order. But if not, then this was only going to go from bad to worse for Minerva very quickly...