An Interview With The Last Remaining Siren. (For Alexandra)

Naoki Underground - L'amour et la Liberte began to play in the AFW arena, and the crowd began to cheer as they recognized the theme song used by Marisa Evans. The former Hentai champion made her way to the ring to do a questions and answer session with one of the AFW's newest interviewers. Although usually busy with modelling, Marisa did have an announcement of sorts to make, so she had agreed to be interviewed by the woman on air at one of the AFW's more adult programs. Clad in her revealing ring attire, she made her way into the ring, waving to the fans as she went around the ropes. Inside the ring there was a small couch set up, where Marisa assumed she was going to be interviewed.

"Marisa...hello, Marisa!" the interviewer called into her mic to get the American's attention, interrupting the model during her routine of posing for the fans to take pictures. "Hi! I'm Linda Coleman, and I'm glad to decided to come out and have a chat with me, and them of course."
She gestured to the fans as Marisa accepted a microphone from one of the techs at ringside, thanking him while shrugging in apology at the ringside fans who had their smartphones out.

Taking a seat on the small two seated couch, Linda motioned for Marisa to sit next to her. The model did as she was asked, smoothing out the skirt of her outfit.

"Now then, I've always found it amazing that you have such a strong rapport with the fans," Linda said. "They still cheer for you, and you're barely even around! What is that? Why do you think that is, Marisa?"

Marisa sighed and nodded.
"I'm lucky. That's all there is to it. I've made no secret that I'm a model as well as a member of the AFW, so it's not like I suddenly sold out or some nonsense. And any AFW fan knows, I love modeling, and I also love what I do here in the league." Suddenly, the platinum haired woman snapped her fingers, the answer readily apparent to her. "That's it! That's why they cheer for me, I think."

"Huh?" came the interviewer's confused response to Marisa's strange leaps in logic.

"What I do here in the league. I make other women lose control of themselves and have screaming orgasms in hot, erotic matches. And, let's be honest, the people have seen me cum plenty of times during my time here. Really, I like to think it's a better than porn, because none of the girls are faking." she said with a grin towards the crowd, who gave whistles and 'woo!'s at the model's remarks. "And really I've been doing that since the AFW was a small, almost underground sort of thing. Small cramped arenas, could only get the replays of the matches on DVD ordered from some really ugly looking website. Nothing like it is today, with streaming video and TV coverage at various hours. We have really come a long way guys! And really, you all are the reason it-!"

"Whoa, let's ease up on the fan love a bit, now."Linda cut in as everyone started to cheer for the model's praise about the fans. "But you bring up some interesting points. First off, you are right Marisa, you've been in this league since it's early days. In fact, you are a member of a group of sorts."

"I am?" the model put a finger thoughtfully to her lips. "Well wait of course I am! There's that diner's club, the wine appreciation group in Tokyo. Oh! The ladypart lovers of-"

"No!" Linda exclaimed as the crowd started to chuckle. "What I mean to say is, there was a group of you that pretty much were the founding members of the hentai wrestling part of the league back then. There was the Hentai Champion of the time, Belinda 'the Blond Bombshell' Leroux..."

"Oh, Baker. She always smelled like bread, somehow..." Marisa smiled at the memory.

"Tana Matahina, the Dominator."

"The first to make me submit in a hentai match...God, that woman was amazing."

"And yourself, Marisa Evans." Linda paused. "Were you the only one who didn't choose some nickname?"

"I wasn't clever enough to think of one..." Marisa said with a shrug, drawing a laugh from the crowd.

"You three have a sort of group name among the fans on our forums. They call you the Three Sirens. Well, except now you're the only one that hasn't retired or completely vanished." the interviewer went on. "The Last Siren, of sorts. Although, even you are barely around."

The American frowned as she thought about that. It was true, Belinda had retired a few years back, while Tana, who at one time was Marisa's lover, had simply, quietly, seemed to have left the league. She was the last of that small group, even though she didn't agree that they were the entirety of the AFW's hentai division back then. The realization made her feel....well, kind of old actually. However, before she could voice her thoughts, Linda continued on.

"But, really I have to wonder about the state of erotic wrestling here in the AFW. I mean, the AFW has made huge gains with standard and hardcore matches. Back in the day, the Hentai matches drew in viewers and set the league apart from the bigger federations around at the time. But now, with the AFW being the biggest league here in Japan, and well known worldwide, the hentai part of the league doesn't seem like it's needed as much.  I mean most of our new talent is coming her to wrestle...actually wrestle, and not just...well do what you do. I mean, the AFW even has a training school to try and start creating it's own talent, but I know they don't teach erotic based wrestling, or whatever you'd like to call it."

The model found her voice to answer Linda. She didn't quite know what to make about this interview. Was Linda trying to make a case for getting rid of hentai matches, or simply asking hard questions?

"To be fair, I don't think hentai wrestling was solely the reason we got by back then." Marisa said. "Yes, it got attention and all, but you have to remember the talent and let's face it...utter craziness that was around at the time. Sarah Gatt was running rampant, Taylor Parker...hehe, back then she was Taylor Sparks, was getting her start. There was Angel. Asami Asagiri was doing the ninja bit long before it got cool. Akashi, seriously did any other leagues have a female sumo in their ranks!? The list goes on. I mean, we had talented people, but they weren't big names yet. People would be drawn in by the attention and controversy with our more adult matches, sure. But I think they would also see how great, and violent, and amazing the rest of our little league was, and they kept coming back! You guys kept coming back!"

The American took a breath, passionate as she defended both her league and her favorite part about it as the crowd cheered.

"So yes, we got bigger. A lot bigger. We're getting in lots of new people, as well as superstars from other leagues, and it's true not all of them are as devoted to erotic wrestling as we three were. But, there a lot of wrestlers back then who did all sorts of matches, including hentai. A lot of the new people are the same way. But that doesn't mean the hentai scene is sinking or whatever. Natasha Loclear is holding my baby, doing the title proud. The woman who dethroned me, Tsuki, is still here. Ari Nagawa, although I haven't faced her yet, is a diva of hentai oil wrestling. Natalia the Dream, who broke into my apartment to battle me mind you, heh that was fun. And there are new people coming into the league who I've got my eyes on. Sahar Abia is certainly able to hold her own in a hentai match. Oh! Velvet Valentine....the protégé of the Baker, Belinda: I promise I'll be getting to know her. The new Brazilian woman, Teresita Vega? She really got my attention in her debut against-"

"Wait, Vega?" Linda cut in. "The big girl? She's doesn't exactly fit the image of a potential hentai champion. And come on Marisa, you're a model! You of all people should know that female beauty looks like...well like you." The interviewer spoke her words with a condescending tone Marisa didn't like at all...

"And what makes you a judge of a woman's beauty, I wonder? With your flat body, poor haircut, and...what is going on with with the skin on your neck, it's like, all splotchy and stuff. It's like looking at raw chicken..." Marisa shot back her words making Linda grab at her collar and pull it tighter around her neck as the crowd laughed. "But you know what? Any woman can be gorgeous. Every girl can become beautiful. Even you, chicken-neck. You don't have to try to make yourself look like me, or another woman on some show. I've faced Akashi in a hentai match, and would gladly go bed with her. I happen to find Rebecca Tomko to be very sexy. And if Teresita Vega were to ever want me in the ring, or out of it, for that matter, it would be my pleasure. And hers. It would be her pleasure over and over again."

The model stood up, looking down on Linda.
"I think I'm about done here. I find you to be well...you're small minded and stupid. And that's coming from a girl who barely passed high school." Marisa said, "I'm going to go back to being a gorgeous, successful model and a well off AFW member, which makes me pretty much a goddess when put next to you. Later!" The last word was said with a sunny grin and bubbly wave of her fingers as Marisa let her mic drop to the canvas.
   

Suddenly she stopped remembering the whole reason she agreed to the interview. Reaching over Marisa snatched Linda's microphone out of her hand.
"Wait, wait, sorry guys! One more thing. I agreed to this because I wanted to tell you all something. I have been really scarce around here. Linda here was right about that, and it's been something that's on my mind. It's true that I love modeling, but I love this place, this league as well. This little conversation, the trip down memory lane, the talk of new, talented girls as well as the experienced ones that are still here. It's solidified a decision I had made a while ago. I'm going to be taking a step back from my modeling agency, and let the people there handle running the place. Which in turn, frees up a lot of my time. Time that I'm going to be spending here. I'm going to leave again for a bit, sign some papers, leave instructions. But, when I come back I'm going to return to full time, active duty. Which means, girls old and new, you'd better be ready. The Last Siren is coming home."

She gave a smug grin at Linda.

"Yeah, I'm stealing that name. Deal with it." Marisa said.

As soon as Marisa's last words left her mouth, the model flashing her grin at Linda, the lights in the arena suddenly cut off. The entire room went dark, as a single spotlight turned on, shining down at the top of the entrance ramp, as a piece of theme music that the AFW's audience was quickly becoming familiar with began to play. The audience began to murmur and buzz, as out into the spotlight stepped Teresita Vega, dressed in her usual silky black robe, pulled tight around her large, thick body.

Usually, she would have spent some time acknowledging the crowd, posing or them or at least acknowledging that they were there. Not this time though, not tonight. Her eyes were sparkling, staring down at the ring, focusing intently on the woman standing in the center of it.

She had been watching things from backstage, curious to an interview from such a legendary figure such as Marisa, a woman that she had watched countless times in the ring, a woman that Teresita had dreamed of facing herself one day. When Marisa had mentioned her by name, Teresita had paid special attention, and when Marisa had more-or-less called her out, the Brazilian had decided she needed to make a special entrance to meet her directly.

The spotlight followed her, as she made her way down the ramp and to the ring, her head held high, pure confidence and pure sexuality oozing from every step she took, every movement she made. She stepped to the stairs at the corner of the ring and climbed up them, leaning over pass through the ropes and enter the ring proper, then she straightened back up, turning to Marisa, her eyes burning with desire and excitement as she stared at the former hentai champion.

Ordinarily, she would have greeted her like she would have greeted any other woman, by pulling her in close and partaking of her scent, sharing a close embrace with her. For Marisa, though? There was only one way to greet a woman like that.

Teresita stepped towards her, untying her robe as she neared the model. She let it slide off of her body to the canvas below, revealing her usual black and white bikini underneath, the skimpy outfit hugging her large chest and her wide hips tightly. She stepped towards Marisa, and as she neared her she reached out, looping an arm around the smaller woman's body to pull her in close to herself. With her other hand she reached up, gently cupping Marisa's chin to force her to look up at her, so that she could lean down, staring into the woman's eyes as she pressed her lips against the former champion's own, greeting her with a soft, gentle kiss.

When the lights went out, Marisa blinked.
"Good to know some things don't change..." she said, mostly to herself, referring to her streak of having other wrestlers cutting into her promos and interviews.

Then the music came, and out came Teresita Vega. Linda looked visably nervous, looking back and forth between Marisa and the approaching woman.
"Uhhh...umm..." she stammered, fearing what the Brazilian might do to her.
"Don't look at me to save you. You're the one who called her 'big'." Marisa shook her head.

However, Marisa was surprised by Teresita's decision to remove her robe, revealing her bikini clad body.

"Oh wow, she is gorgeous," she remarked aloud to Linda. "And you are so stupid..."
The other woman, despite her words earlier, nodded slightly before catching herself.

Teresita stepped forward, and unexpectedly to the model, moved past Linda to Marisa. When her arm went around the the American's waist and pulled, Marisa went with the motion, pushing herself into the other woman's body as the crowd went silent.

The former Hentai champion looked up into the beautiful titan's face as the taller woman leaned down, her shimmering blue eyes meeting Teresita's. Although Teresita was definitely a larger figure than her, Marisa decided she wanted the other woman to be aware of the model's sensual presence. Reaching out with one arm, she softly placed her hand on the back of the Brazilian's neck as their lips met. Her other arm circled around Vega's waist, her hand resting on the small of the taller woman's back just above the curve of her rear.

Her tongue lightly licked at the tanned woman's upper lip oh so briefly just as their kiss ended, a nimble flick of her tongue that was as quick as it was sinuous, a seductive promise of the delights it could produce...

"Well, hello there," Marisa would say in a soft, breathy tone just before the crowd let out a cheer.

Teresita shivered as she felt Marisa's tongue upon her lips, lowering her hand so that both arms could wrap around the model's body, hugging her gently against her bigger, curvier form. She arched her back forwards, letting her huge, soft breasts push against Marisa, and she smiled, a hunger in her eyes as she looked down at the woman.

"Hello, beloved..." she answered, her voice a sultry whisper. On the outside, she looked as calm and sure of herself as she always did, but on the inside, she couldn't deny her excitement. To be holding a hentai legend like this was an incredible feeling, one that could move and excite even the usually unflappable Brazilian, and she had no doubt that Marisa could feel her heart pounding in her chest, betraying her calm exterior to the former champion.

She stared at Marisa for a few seconds, gazing down into her eyes, before leaning in closer, pushing her lips towards Marisa's ear. "I heard you mention me earlier, beloved," she continued to whisper, letting her lips brush Marisa's skin as she spoke. "You should know something, I think." She gave the model a squeeze, hugging her tighter against herself, purring into her ear before loosening her arms again.

"When you mention a goddess by name, you shouldn't be surprised when she appears to meet you..."

Marisa moved her upper body, sliding her chest against the Brazilian's, creating sensual friction between her firm breasts and Teresita's larger, softer pair.

"Mmm, I see." the model replied, shivering slightly as the other woman's lips brushed against her ear. Turning slightly, Marisa's lips brushed against the soft skin of Teresita's earlobe. "Well, if that's the case, then I have the ear of a goddess then don't I? What should I do with it? This?"

She kissed Teresita's ear, lightly.
"This?"
The model's tongue gave the Brazilian's ear the briefest of licks.
"This, maybe?"
Warm breath gusted over the spot Marisa's tongue had just visited.
"Or....maybe I should stop bothering with her ears, and attend to her more...."
As Marisa spoke, her fingers moved to Teresita's chest and drifted downwards.
"...urgent needs..."

Her touch slid down Teresita's stomach and was heading teasingly slow towards where the tanned beauty's womanhood awaited.....

When Natasha heard Marisa was set to be interviewed during that evening's show she made sure to be watching backstage at the scheduled time, sitting upon a leather couch in one of the countless rooms in the back with a drink in hand. She wasn't competeing that night so she wasn't suited up in her wrestling gear, instead she was wearing a low cut blue dress with white fur trim, artificial of course, along with black gloves and matching knee high boots. Her championship belt was draped over the top of the couch beside her.

While Natasha had been the one to keep Marisa from becoming a two time hentai champion she still counted the model as not just a friend but her idol as well, having closely followed Marisa's career both in the fashion world and in the wrestling one. She had actually been to a number of shows where Marisa was modeling, seeing her for the first time at once such event in Paris a couple years before Natasha joined the AFW.

The interview began innocently enough, Natasha trying to picture the AFW as the small underground group that it had been when Marisa first started instead of the super power it was today. It was also nice to hear the names of Belinda and Tana again, two women Natasha had always wanted to face but never got the chance to. However Linda was trying to steer the interview in another direction, one Natasha wasn't pleased with as it sounded like she was saying the hentai division had declined in recent years, which as its champion she took offense at.

She listened for another couple minutes before having quite enough of Linda's assertions, leaving the room just after Marisa claimed a nickname of her very own and seemed about to leave, the hentai belt now buckled around her waist. What she didn't know as she headed for the ring was that Teresita was already out there. As the two women flirted in the ring Natasha's music would come on over the loud speakers, the bluenette grabbing a mic off a table backstage before emerging through the curtains. The crowd had gone a little quiet in anticipation of what Marisa and Teresita were obviously about to do but they came to life when Natasha came out, cheering for their hentai champion with many of them hoping she would join the impending action in the ring.

Natasha was caught off guard by Teresita's appearance, having expected to find just Marisa, but she didn't break her stride as she walked down to the ring and climbed inside. She knew who the amazonian woman was, Natasha made it her business to know everyone in the hentai division and it was kind of hard to overlook the towering Teresita, but she was surprised to see Marisa so taken with her.

"Oh you stay right there Linda, I have a few words for you but first I'd like to say hello properly to Marisa here." She held out a hand to Linda to reinforce her words, the announcer woman looking a bit nervous at first but she quickly steeled her gaze like any good reporter would.

Natasha glanced sideways at Teresita with a playful look in her eyes while she cupped the cheek of Marisa, turning to face her after a few moments before pulling her in for a soft kiss. Once, twice, three times Natasha laid a soft yet loving kiss upon the lips of Marisa before going in for a deeper fourth, flicking the American's tongue with just the tip of hers for the briefest of instants before she pulled away. "Always a pleasure to see you Marisa, or should I call you the Last Siren now? Its catchy, I like it."

Teresita closed her eyes, a shiver racing down her spine as Marisa whispered to her, her lips teasing at sensitive skin of her ear. Her arms naturally tightened around the former champion, hugging her closer against herself, the Brazilian quite enjoying the attention Marisa was giving her. She let out a soft gasp as the woman's fingers touched ever-so-gently at her chest, tracing down her bare, tight belly, moving downwards down her most secret of areas, but then...

The Brazilian's eyes snapped open, her head turning towards the arena's entrance as Natasha's music began to play, the blue-haired champion appearing as if out of nowhere to crash the scene. She dropped her arms from around Marisa, turning to face the entrance as Natasha began her march to the ring, focusing her gaze completely on the Frenchwoman. Natasha had completely captured Teresita's attention, and for the moment, the towering titaness had forgotten that Marisa was even there, her focus completely on the current reigning hentai champion.

Teresita could feel her heart pounding faster and harder against her chest, an obvious warmth spreading through her body as she stared at Natasha, her eyes tracing up and down the woman's body, sizing her up as she finally laid her eyes on the bluenette in person for the first time. She was everything that Teresita had dreamed she would be, everything she had thought about while watching her on TV: a tight, sexy body overflowing with confidence and sensuality. The Brazilian had to restrain herself from leaping out of the ring towards her, wanting to make the champion her own right then and there. She wanted her, and more importantly she wanted the gold that Natasha wore, but...she could bide her time. She could wait for her chance.

She met Natasha's gaze for a brief moment before the champion turned her attention to Marisa, and watched with some amusement as the two women greeted each other, the bluenette planting kisses on the model's lips before pulling away from her. That would not do, Teresita decided, not wanting to be ignored or forgotten as the two smaller women embraced each other.

She took a step towards Natasha, moving in behind her, and draped her arms over the woman's shoulders from behind. She leaned down, pushing closer against her body, as she placed her lips right beside of the champion's ear, letting them brush against her skin as she spoke. "Ah...I am hurt, my most beloved," she whispered, dropping her voice to a quiet sound, her words dripping with pure lust and pure desire. "No greeting for myself...? You should know it is not wise to ignore one such as myself, one chosen by the very gods themselves, most beloved..."

When Natasha's music hit Marisa's eyes widened in delighted surprise.

"It feels like Christmas came early, even though I'm pretty certain I'm permanently on the naughty list." the model remarked to nobody in particular.


Marisa felt mildly insulted when Teresita's arms fell away from her as the other woman studied Natasha to the point of ignoring the model. However, she didn't have time to dwell on it as the Hentai champion came over to her, kissing her repeatedly, the last kiss seeing Marisa cup the back of Natasha's head to draw her closer.

"Mmm, well, that's what I thought when I stole it." she replied with a grin.

When Teresita joined them, taking Natasha from behind, Marisa smiled.
"Right. Natasha, meet Teresita Vega. She's new, gorgeous and absolute fire in...and out...of competetion. And she certainly doesn't lack confidence. Teresita, meet Natasha Loclear. The reigning Hentai champion, and possibly the hottest thing to cone out of Europe." she said by way of introduction.

Natasha hardly reacted at all when those powerful arms of Teresita draped themselves over her shoulders, the frenchwoman glancing down between the two limbs without so much as a single gasp or attempt to pry herself away from miss Vega. She had no personal experience with this woman but it seemed that either her attention span wasn't very long or that she couldn't restrain herself in the presence of other gorgeous women, not that Natasha could blame her if that was the case. Either one simply wasn't a good trait for someone in a league of beautiful foes.

"Most beloved? We barely know one another, perhaps you could buy me dinner first." Nastasha replied jokingly, turning her head to look at Terestia out of the corner of her eye while lightly gripping the woman's wrists. "Ah thank you for the introductions Marisa. Though possibly the hottest thing? I'm hurt love."

Teasing aside Natasha hadn't come out her solely to flirt with Marisa, nor the beautiful stranger that was Teresita. Turning back to Linda Natasha lifted up the arms of Teresita and slipped out of her grasp, taking a couple steps towards the interviewer to just close enough to make the woman uncomfortable. "Tell me Linda, do you believe the Hentai Division has regressed in recent years? Go ahead, give me your honest thoughts." The smile that spread across Natasha's lips then was not of the usual friendly variety she normally wore, no it was quite clearly a smirk challenging Linda to say the wrong thing here.

Teresita raised an eyebrow as Natasha slipped away from her, admiring the champion's backside as she stepped away and moved towards poor Linda. She watched the two women for a moment, then glanced towards Marisa, looking into her eyes as she gave her a quick smile. She had a role to play here too, she realized, and she was more than happen to fill it.

She stepped forward, brushing gently against Natasha as she moved past her, and then again against Linda as she walked past her. She moved right behind the woman, pressing lightly against the interviewer from behind as she leaned down, whispering quietly to her.

"Go on, beloved. Why don't you tell everyone what you really think about me...? I'm sure we're all eager to here your ever-so-important opinion..."