Hentai K.O. Match: Mamouru Higurash Vs. Amanda Clare

Match Type: Hentai Knockout
Winning Conditions: The wrestler who can keep his opponent from rising for ten seconds will be declared the winner. Hentai is allowed an encouraged.
Special Conditions: A wrestler must orgasm at least once before they can be counted out.

Mamouru was almost out into the arena before his [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWQd6zWn-7s:1mjf71we]music[/url:1mjf71we] even started playing. After everything that had happened recently, the only thing he cared about was taking out all of his frustrations on whatever girl they decided to put him up against. Beating, humiliating and fucking her util she was unconscious sounded like a pretty good stress reliever to the dark haired twin.

As he marched down the ramp, he received a tepid response mixed with some boos. He was much more well known in Friction than in Tension but it seemed like the reputation he had built, one that destroyed the one he had worked so hard to craft, had followed him over a little bit. He slid between the ropes and leaned against his corner, staring hatefully at the entrance ramp. He was dressed in loose fitting shorts and a black t-shirt. He'd take it off in a moment, once he got a good look at his opponent. He'd worked out a bit more than he usually did, training his upper body. Though he couldn't be sure, he felt like he might have put on a bit of bulk. He didn't like the feel of it. he liked being tone and lean, but it seemed that these days all the rage was big muscly idiots.

Amanda was itching for this. She hadnâ€t had a match in a while, and she loved hentai fights, and especially loved the idea of it being a KO fight. Amanda had a soft spot for knockout matches, there was something extra alluring about the idea of a sensual fight to the finish, which didnâ€t stop until someone was too exhausted to give up.

Of course, Amanda had very little idea who Mamouru was. Nor did she know that he had an axe to grind. In fact, she had very little idea of what she was getting into. She knew Mamouru had something to do with making a friend of a friend loose, but thatâ€s about it. She didnâ€t know what she was getting into.

Nevertheless, Amanda was a forced to be reckoned with in this kind of match…

Amanda finally made her way out from backstage. She wore very little, a pair of gold short shorts held by a large, silver belt. Abover her waist, she wore almost nothing but a slightly reflective gold tank top, which totally exposed her cleavage and stomach. Ideal for smothering.

Amanda made her way into the ring, climbing up the ropes and looking Mamouru up and down. Amanda grinned a bit. “Nice…” Amanda grins, “Love a tall guy, Iâ€m Amanda…your name is…uhm…Marmalade, right?” Amanda chuckled, then got into a fighting stance, waiting for the bell.

Mamouru watched the girl who was to be his opponent come down the ramp. She was dressed like every slut in this league. Exactly the kind of girl who was perfect for humiliation. he lowered his head, keeping his eyes at chest level as she pranced into the ring. He didn't even want to look at her face.

When she stepped forward and looked him over, Mamouru's fist tightened at the edge of his shirt and he pulled it off and tossed it away. A few cat calls came from the crowd by he ignore them. He took a step forward. "Mamouru." He said, looking at her belly. Her short shorts would be hard to get off. He'd have to take care of them quickly.

As the bell sounded, Mamouru's body tensed and he lunged into a sprint and charged at Amanda, trying to smash her to the ground with an opening clothesline to her wonderfully exposed chest.

“Ohhh, very nice.” Amanda giggled, joining in the cat calls and trying to tease Mamouru a bit. Normally, she at least got a smirk from someone by now, or a repressed smile. Mamouru seamed different.

If Amanda knew more about who this Mamouru was, or why he was hear, she may not have been so chipper. This, coupled with Amandaâ€s trademark arrogance and confidence in these kinds of matches, probably made Amanda a little more vulnerable than she had a right to be.

From his refusal to make eye contact, Amanda began to sense that something was wrong. However, by the time she realized this and the bell had rang, Mamouru was on her. He flew towards her and slammed his outstretched arms into her body, making her cough and gag as she flew backwards in surprise, landing on her ass but sitting up. “Dam…” She mumbled, still a little dazed. She had way underestimated him.

Mamouru didn't pay any attention to Amanda's ogling. He was focused on destroying her. It felt good when he set her down on her butt but that wasn't going to be good enough. He scowled down at her and reached out to grab a handful of her brown locks. if he could get hold of them, he would try and yank her head forward and smash his knee into her head. He needed to keep her dizzy if he wanted to really humiliate her.

But despite the fact that he didn't even seem to be looking for any sort of hentai action, Amanda might be able to see that his manhood was stiff. That it peaked his shorts. Whatever was going on in his mind, what he was doing was certainly getting him excited.

Amanda felt herself being pulled up, lifted by her hair and taking advantage of her dazed state by throwing a knee to her head. The knee connected hard, making her yelp out in pain and try to push off of him in confusion. She was very dizzy indeed, and she knew that this was a bad place for her to be.

Being so dizzy, she didnâ€t notice his stiff manhood, but she was desperate to get away. She tried to get her arms up and grab his hands, trying to pry them off of her hair, digging her fingers in while she groaned.

Mamouru snarled when Amanda dug her fingers into his wrists. He wasn't looking to hold onto her hair for very long but if that was what she wanted, he'd be happy to oblige her. Mamouru tightened his grip on her hair and bent his legs. He would try to use his position to heave Amanda up, turn his body and throw her to the center of the ring by the mat.

Amanda just wanted to do smething, anything, to attack Mamouru, so she clawed his wrists with all her strength. That proved to be a mistake, though, and soon Amanda was flying through the air, her scalp burning and stinging. She hit the matt with a big thud, and then bounced a bit. Gasping, she rolled onto her back, her had spinning. She was too dazed to even get up.

Mamouru panted softly as he watched Amanda hit the canvas and roll onto her back. He stared coldly at her and stepped forward, looming over her. Now if she looked up, she might clearly see the tent in his baggy shorts created by his stiff manhood.

Mamouru lifted his hands up high and swung them down hard, trying to slam his palms into her big tits and dig his fingers into her orbs. If he could manage he would try and pull hard, looking to dig his fingers into her tits while he tried to tear her tank top off and expose those big breasts of hers to the crowd.

Amanda was still groaning on the ground, but as she looked up she got a good look at Mamouru. There was no doubt about how aroused he was, she could see his massive tent in his shorts. She could also see the cold look in his eyes, it wasnâ€t a good look. It was a pretty dark look, and it made Amanda legitimately scared. She hadnâ€t been seriously scared by an opponent in the AFW ring since sheâ€d gotten here, and now she finally was.

There wasnâ€t much time to think about that, though, as Amanda let out a sharp gasp. She looked down, just to see Mamouruâ€s fingers dig into her breasts and then rip off her top! “H…hey! I decide when those come out!…” Amanda let out. She didnâ€t mind nudity, but he was really starting to get a serious advantage and make her panic. Finally, she brought her hand up and tried to give Mamouru a big, open palmed slap, assuming that when he bent over he came into range.