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

Now having a moment to gather her strength, Sahar would start to get up on her feet. She would now see Natasha having the upper hand and thus felt no reason to interfere. Instead, she would continue to rest recovering her strength and waiting just in case Minerva somehow turned it around. That being said she was enjoying seeing Minerva in pain, after all, she did deserve for interfering in not one but two of their matches. Hopefully, she would soon be taken care of, in which Natasha and Sahar could continue their match.

Natasha kept a firm grip on Minerva's wrists while the woman fought against her, finding her only just returning strength being sorely tested by the fresher Minerva. She looked up to find Sahar on her feet but doing nothing to help rid them of their interloper. While she would have rather taught Minerva a lesson personally they had a match to finish and that couldn't happen until Minerva was out of the way. "You need to be taught to keep your nose out of my business." She said with venom in her voice. "Sahar, how about you help me deal with our little intruder here?"

Sahar had been watching Natasha gain the upper hand thanks to the Pharaoh that was. Still when she called out for the help the Egyptian decided to make her way towards them, though not too fast as she was still exhausted and suffering from the Kumis. “I thought you wanted to deal with her yourself but if you require my assistance I will gladly help you get rid of this filth who calls herself a wrestler.” stated the Pharaoh as she mocked Minerva before attempting a brutal kick right to interloper's head, trying to knock out Minerva. "Remember when you hit me with a chair, like a coward from behind? Well, it's time for some sweet payback." stated the Pharaoh as she attempted the brutal kick while thinking perhaps she should grab a weapon to make sure that Minerva would no longer interfere with the match.

Once Minerva had been dealt with the two, could go back to the match and start fighting for the title belt again. The crowd was glad to see the two wrestlers now working together to take down Minerva.

Minerva’s attempts to squirm free of Natasha’s clutches proved unsuccessful, and the trapped Dane could only grunt and strain to try to endure the hold Natasha was applying. Then on top of being talked down to like a child, Minerva heard the hentai champion inviting Sahar to join in! Knowing she was in trouble, her efforts doubled as the Egyptian came toward her. Too little too late, and a sudden kick to Minerva’ skull knocked her into a heavy daze.

“Agh!” she shouted as her head rocked to the side, and her struggles came to a stop. After that intense hit she hardly even noticed the pain being inflicted by Natasha’s hold. She was still conscious, but only barely. And it was clear the two-on-one assault had put an end to Minerva’s meddlesome interference tonight.

Natasha rolled her eyes as obviously as she could so Sahar couldn't possibly miss it but sh held her tongue, for now, keeping her hold on Minerva so the woman could line up her own kick to the side of her head. There was a loud smack as Sahar's leg connected and immediately she felt Minerva go limp in her hands. "I don't believe she will be a problem anymore." She said as she dragged Minerva over to the side of the ring, giving her a hard nudge with her foot to shove her out underneath the bottom rope, Minerva dropping to the floor in a barely conscious heap.

"Now that shes been dealt with..." She said before turning around, her breasts rising and falling heavily as she fought to catch her breath. "Lets finish our fight shall we?" Natasha was grateful that Sahar hadn't just left the bluenette to the whims of Minerva, if she had the match would almost certainly have been called for the Pharaoh, but while she had a new found respect for the woman Natasha was not going to let her take the title from her.

Natasha nodded to Sahar and then lunged forward, finding her second wind as she quickly closed the distance between them with her hands shooting out to wrap around the woman's waist. She would pull Sahar into her, not an inch of space between them as she pressed their busty frames together.

It didn't seem that Natasha enjoyed her comments, by the way, she rolled her eyes.  But the Pharaoh was not here to make friends, she was here to do one thing, win this match which would also result in her winning the Hentai Title Belt.  She then delivered the kick to Minerva, finally taking the interloper out of the match.  She then watched as Minerva was kicked out of the ring and sent to the ground.  A smile would appear on the Pharaoh lips, happy to see that the situation was now resolved.

Natasha then asked if they should finish their match in which the Pharaoh would nod her head indicating yes.  She was now ready to end this match.  Though in the end she felt that she had lost the advantage with Natasha attack as the two were now on equal grounds while before Sahar had the advantage but she wasn't going to complain.  After all, Minerva had attacked them both, so the fault laid with her, not Natasha.

Her opponent would then come at her and then wrap her arms around her waist as she would squeeze the Pharaoh.  Though she could try to attempt to escape it, she decided to instead turn it into a contest and would attempt to do the same, trying to place her arms around Natasha and squeeze her.

With their bodies literally dripping with warm kumis a bear hug likely seemed an odd choice for the champion, but she was still feeling the effects of not just the beating she took from Minerva but the hold from Sahar earlier and needed to catch her breath. That and she wanted to pit her body against Sahar's, who judging from how quick she was to apply a bear hug of her own was thinking alone the same lines. Their massive chests, long since stripped of the meager clothing that had covered them at the start of the match, were squashed between them, breasts mushroom out as they ground their bodies together.

Letting the match devolve into a simple contest of strength was not her intention though. Natasha lined up their chests to better spear her nipples into Sahar's, curious to see how the woman would react to this direct confrontation between their hardened nipples. Whatever it was Natasha would then lean forward, forcing Sahar either into a deep kiss or to back away from Natasha's challenge.

The two wrestlers who were fully exposed were now squeezing each other, trying to overpower one another or, at least, that is what the Pharaoh was trying to do. That being said, she felt a contest of strength was a better way to go. Though the Egyptian was confident in her skills she wasn't an idiot. Trying to defeat the Hentai champion with hentai without wearing her down was suicide. Instead if she could beat her in a contest of strength and knock her out, then the rest of the match would simply become a formality. That had been her tactic throughout the match and was going to continue it.

Her opponent began to push her nipples onto her, perhaps she was attempting to turn her on or something. The Pharaoh would let out a smile, she enjoyed the challenge and knew that Natasha was playing to her strengths. After all, she was the champion and that meant she knew how to play to her strengths. Yet the Pharaoh would continue to squeeze before Natasha moved in. The Egyptian had two choices, she could either accept the challenge or run away. If she was going to win this, then she wasn't going to run from the challenge. She would enter a deep kiss with her opponent which slightly loosen her grip for a moment or two. The Pharaoh would then attempt to tongue wrestle her opponent, trying to push her tongue into Natasha's mouth.

Natasha wasn't to be disappointed by her opponent as Sahar was doing her best to live up to the name of Pharaoh by meeting her head on, the two women now locked together in more than just a mutual bear hug. The intervention from Minerva had dulled her arousal but the kiss and incredibly close contact with Sahar had brought the flush of red back to her skin, her body tingling with excitement, and in a matter of moments it was as if they were right back where they started.

Her hands were firmly clasped behind the small of Sahar's back, her arms exerting all of their strength on the woman's waist to keep her from going anywhere. Natasha would have ben grimmacing from the pressure on her own back and sides if not for the kiss, neither woman able to see the pain on the other's face as they battled with their lips and tongues. Natasha bit not so softly upon Sahar's bottom lip, letting the passion of the moment drive her as she slid her body all over Sahar's. Her tits had flattened out as much as they possibly could against the matching pairing from the other woman, nipples clashing as she tried to keep them locked together between them.

The two continued their kissing passion as they kept squeezing one another. The Pharaoh could feel their two bodies rubbing against each other. Though she was enjoying it until she felt her opponent biting down now causing her to wince a bit. Neither of them was making much progress in this match at the moment.

Though this was a hentai wrestling match but at the end of the day, it was still a 'Wrestling' match. Thus, she decided to change tactics, she would stop using her arms to squeeze Natasha and instead closed her fists as she attempted to start throwing several punches at Natasha side, trying to wear her down.