Ashley Knight vs Medeia - 2/3 falls hentai match

Match Type: Best 2 out of 3 hentai match
Ring Type: Standard Ring
Winning Conditions: First to make their opponent orgasm two out of three times in the match is the winner
Bonus Stipulation: The winner gets to fuck the loser with a strapon in front of the entire crowd

Spoiler:

It was Medeia's first match, and right off the bat the risks were already far greater than the last promotion's. Normally, Medeia wouldn't mind anything of the sort, though tonight was certainly gonna be a quite different experience for her, even if she did applaud it.

"Well, it's not like you're a virgin Med, you just never had to play with other babes in front of thousands of people for a living." the new wrestler told herself, checking herself one last time. She had elected to wear her new attire, albeit with one minor change for the sake of the match, the lack of panties underneath her loincloth, now slightly longer than average. She figured that it wouldn't be much of a loss in a match where she was likely to be stripped nude very quickly, even if it did potentially give her opponent an early advantage.

"Alright, let's make some noise." With a final reaffirmation, Medeia moved towards the entrance of the arena, greeting the crowds with a triumphant, almost heroic stance, soon raising her hands up and almost roaring at them as her name and theme song were blared out relentlessly. She seemed to attract quite a bit of cheers, pleasing the Amazonian underneath her helm, once more marching with a pride only found in Greek heroes. Regardless, it didn't take her long to reach the ring itself, getting in with the same slow, heroic movements that carried her onwards before, a mixture of withheld ferocity and a sort of primitive elegance. She waved triumphantly at the crowds once more, before taking off her helmet to reveal her face, now facing the entrance as she awaited the entry of her first opponent in the AFW, someone she admittedly knew nothing about, but had a feeling she would get very well acquainted with before the match ended.

Ashley Knight:

Entrance Music- Viking Death March

As the lights dimmed, a punk rock song heralded her entrance as the blonde made her way down the ramp. Ashley had dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes, dressed in her red and white two piece outfit, she was ready to go. The Canadian heel had quite the reputation for her attitude, her strength and her willingness to do anything for a win. It did her heart good, the thought of wrecking a fresh newbie to such a humiliating match. The thought of forcing this woman to cum for her and then to plow her like the bitch she was into the mat brought her great pleasure. The act of forcing your will and desires onto someone else was the essence of wrestling.

The blonde slipped into the ring and took her time analyzing her opponent. Medeia was well built, her skin perfectly smooth like mocha and her legs were long and strong. Ashley had to admit her foe was tall and she was big, she had to admit even to herself that'd she's a tough opponent to beat physically. However, she took several things to account, the first being this Medeia was a newbie which meant inexperience and hesitation. She would take full advantage of that. In addition, the blonde wasn't sure how strong her larger opponent was but her size alone didn't mean Ashley wasn't stronger than Medeia. Asheley felt at the very least at par with anyone who called themselves power houses, she could hold her own against her foe in terms of strength.

As she neared the center of the map, Ashley put a hand on her hip while the other tossed her hair over shoulder.

"Well, hello newbie." Ashley said confident as can be. "I will enjoy making you my little bitch for all the world to see. It's not too late to back out now."

It didn't take long for Medeia to figure out that her opponent for the night was not only quite dominant, but also probably a bitch. Everything about her seemed to give off this impression without any real need for her to spell it out, bringing a smirk to her face. She herself couldn't wait to smack that bitch and make her beg for mercy, though unlike her opponent she could at least subdue her own mannerisms.

"Name's Medeia, and I'm not backing down to you." She spoke tauntingly, tossing her helmet aside as she walked closer towards her opponent. "I may be new here but that doesn't mean I won't kick your ass tonight."

Medeia was unrelenting in her willingness to take on Ashley, now standing in the center of the ring as well, her body nearly pressing up against Ashley's. Her brown eyes scanned her opponent, trying to predict how she'd fight and how she compared to the Amazon herself. It was clear that she was buff enough to take hits and give them back, a fact that enticed the Gladiatrix further, since that meant she now had to give no mercy against the quite impressively built woman to bring her down. The real question however, was whether or not she could be overpowered or not, a fact that was hard to tell from just a close examination, meaning that Medeia would have to figure it out when the match started, already preparing to adopt a defensive stance.

"Alright, let's see if I can make you spill those love juices for the crowds, bitch."

"Sorry sweetheart but the larping event is next door." Ashley said eyeing her foe's helmet before coming back to Medeia.

The Canadian blonde stood toe to toe with her foe as they measured each other. She had no doubt based on her opponent's size and physique that she was stronger than herself. Mediea had more muscle mass but Ashley Knight was deceptively strong due to her Olympic weightlifting training. Her training focuses on exuding the maximum amount of strength in a short period of time not on building muscle mass. Ashley knew she could at least match her foe in strength but in long exchanges in contests of strength, she'd be at a disadvantage.

She smirked at Mededia's threats as she casually tossed her dirty blonde hair over her shoulder. It seemed that the newbie had some backbone after all and it was a shame she would have to break it.

"You know It breaks my heart for you to act so coldly." Ashely said with a pseudo sigh opening her arms up as she shook her head in mock disapproval. "Here I was trying to take it easy on you, trying to look out for you newbie but it appears you need are need of a real welcome. "

Ashley shifted into her fighting stance, arms raised, legs shoulder width apart and eyes focused on the prize. Hearing the bell ring, Ashley exploded forward starting the match trying to throw up her arms up high only to duck down and drive her shoulder into her foe's stomach. The blonde woman would then try to grab the back of Medeia's thighs and lift her off the ground while she ran forward. She would stand up straight then try to throw her legs up and over her shoulder trying to make her foe slam onto her back behind her. If Medeia didn't move quick, the blonde would jump backwards and slam her ass down on Gladiatrix's breasts.

Medeia gritted her teeth with every mocking thing Ashley said. She certainly didn't mind the trash talking, though there was a certain arrogance to Ashley's that couldn't help but bring out a sort of dislike she hadn't felt often. Regardless, she was ready to take the fight to her once the bell rang, springing into action and charging onto Ashley, adrenaline now pumping into her veins. It was all or nothing at this point for Medeia, one of the two was coming out bruised and moist tonight

Her opponent's ruse unfortunately had worked out before Medeia could begin a strike of her own, catching Medeia off guard as she tried to defend herself from a blow that never came, instead grunting with pain as Ashley rammed her shoulder into her gut. Now doubling over in pain, Medeia was relatively easily lifted, soon slammed onto her own back, a quick "Oompf!" being her only response. Before the blonde menace could finish her final action however, Medeia had finally reacted, rolling away from the edge of the ring and closer to its center, trying to get herself back up on her feet as quickly as possible.

"Tsk." Landing on her ass, she frowned at Medeia as she rolled away out of harm's way. Ashley had planned to have more fun with this bitch who thought she was tough. However, she reasoned that her foe would know her place eventually. The Canadian got to her feet as well as she marched forward eager to put the Amazonian woman in her place, defeated at her feet. She kind of dug her theme despite what she said, she got the whole warrior mentality thing. One would stand in triumph while the other loses everything, the humiliating shame of defeat and the glory of victory. It made her blood boil thinking about beating Medeia at her own game and force her to acknowledge her as the stronger fighter. What better way was there than through violating her in the ring not once but twice in an arena full of observers?

"What's the matter not so confident now are we?" Ashley said as she would walk up to her foe again just as Medeia got to her feet.

She would try to lock up with the Amazonian woman again but this time try to slam her knee into her opponent's groin. She would then try to force the other woman into a side headlock. Ashley would waste no time in applying pressure to the woman's head.

Medeia herself appreciated having a tough opponent to deal with tonight, a good way to start off her career in a new league, and a better way to prove herself to the cheering crowds. Her own opponent was going to suffer her wrath regardless of whether or not she won; she was determined to make her hurt even for a victory, not that she intended to lose as long as she could stand of course. "It's a little too early for you to be so cocky too."

When another lockup seemed to start off, Medeia had happily obliged Ashley. However, it turned out she had a not too dissimilar idea to the opposing beauty, her own knee moving to strike at Ashley's vulnerable crotch. Regardless of the results of her own attack, her opponent's had been quite painfully successful, grunting once more in pain as she felt the horrid searing strike on her lower body, nearly bringing her to her knees and vulnerable to whatever Ashley had planned next, be it the headlock or something more sinister.

"Oh Please." The Canadian woman said as she squeezed Medeia's head in her headlock. "Banter enhances our little contest really, don't you think?!"

The blonde haired heel, in her red outfit, would try to tuck her head under Medeia's arm. With a bend in her knees, the blonde would try to hoist her foe in the air showing off her power by suspending the Amazonian woman in a delayed vertical suplex. Ashley relished imposing her will on her foe like this as she lifted her up in the air. With her opponent's legs straight in the air creating a 'v' shape, she would attempt to release her straight down on her head. However, before Medeia's head hit the mat, Ashley would 'catch' her opponent's head with her thighs and drive the top of her foe's head into a mat with a vertical suplex piledriver!

Medeia had to admit, Ashley had a hell of a lot of force to back up her rough nature, given how she was lifting her up, quite shocking to the otherwise quite well built wrestler. Even in her current state, Medeia had to admit that Ashley knew how to dominate a match early on, even as she tried to struggle away from her. Of course, that didn't mean much given Ashley's next move, her legs soon splitting open from gravity alone, and Ashley's strength just as easily pulling her down, her head soon caught in between Ashley's thighs before. . .

*BAM*

And with that, Medeia felt everything go black for a faint moment, her body hitting the mat with a thud as she felt an immense amount of pain in her head, arms now clutching her own head in absolute misery and pain. Her voice could only muster a dull sound of pain, too dazed to truly offer up any resistance to any of Ashley's next moves as well.

After Ashley had pile drived her opponent's head into the mat, the blonde Canadian refused to let her victim go. Before her opponent's body crumple to one side, she held her inverted body close to her. Ashley would gravity allow Medeia's body slump back down so the back of Medeia's shoulder and neck onto the mat rather than the top of her head. In addition, she would throw her legs over Medeia's biceps so the back of her thighs held down the other woman's arms. Finally, licking her lips, Ashley would pry apart the 'Oh so proud' warrior's legs. She placed her hands back of her opponent's knees, relishing the feel of her opponent's inner thighs, taking in her soft skin and the strong muscles underneath them. Realizing quickly, the other woman wore a loin cloth and nothing visible underneath, Ashley would let out a whistle.

"I heard of going Commando but I guess this qualifies as going Gladiator." The blonde said as she let her hands clap down on the other woman's ass while her elbows and arms kept her legs spread but not as securely as her hands. With her fingers, she would splay the Gladiatrix's sex with her fingers before running her tongue down the center of it.

"Oh, the shame of it~" She said looking past the woman's sex and at her face intentionally meeting her eye.