Natasha "Rain" Loclear vs Emily "The Indomitable" Strager - Peaches of Immortality Hentai Match

[Monsy]

Hentai I Quit
Opponents drink aphrodisiac pre-match and the submitting phrase is: W(ǒ) bù gān le

[lyannapelon]

After what had transpired in the finals of the H1 Climax Tournament Natasha Loclear was eager to throw herself right back into the deep end of the hentai division. Lucia had stolen the victory and with it the Hentai Title thanks to the intervention of her henchwoman and perhaps her being unaware of their involvement would have exonerated her but in Natasha's eyes she only didn't know because she chose not to. Choosing to ignore cheating on her behalf was just as bad as cheating, or so the Frenchwoman believed. Now the woman was free to pursue her goal of destroying the hentai division, so Natasha would just have to fight her way into a rematch to put a stop to the fake nun.

She took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts out of her mind, or at least as far back as she could before opening her eyes and making her way towards the arena stage. From what she had seen of her opponent tonight she could allow herself no distractions, not if she wanted to walk out of here tonight as the winner. This Emily had shown herself to be quite the talented woman so Natasha would have to bring her very best and thankfully the pair had been given a grand stage to show what the hentai division was all about.

The arena lights went out just as they always did for Natasha's intro, but this time there were no rafters for LED lights to hang from and the light from the city left the sky a dull gray, leaving the crowd without a sea of stars. Or so it would have been if not for the dozens of drones which then filled up the arena sky, giving the fans not just stars but moving comets and full constellations as well. With her music swelling to its cresendo a wall of water rose up in front of the stage thanks to numerous water jets arrayed around it. One of these that covered the ramp would fall away just as Natasha stepped through to the roar of the crowd, the Frenchwoman dressed in an older outfit of her's but one that fulfilled the unique dress requirements, though unlike when she used to wear it before now she wore nothing at all underneath it.

Once Natasha made it to the ring she climbed inside to find the referee standing in the center of the ring with a small serving try held in front of her, upon which were two wooden cups. Leaning down she got herself a quick smell of the drink and confirmed it was exactly what had been advertised, a cocktail of peach juice and a powerful aphrodasiac, the very thing that would turn this from a match into a marathon. She couldn't wait.