Alba Garcia v. Francisca Herrera

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia was rather poor at wrestling, that was certain. She was arguably among the worst in the league. She just struggled to ever get the hang of it. But she knew this was her only option to not be abused anymore, since she knew Francisca planned to continue toying with her. And so, she desperately went for a dropkick, the impact sending the Devil Cat straight to the mat as Alba landed on her back, wincing as a hand went to her aching stomach.

The dancer saw Herrera down, trying to get away, but she knew she needed to try doing something to take advantage of her fortunate move! "No... Get back here!" exclaimed Alba impotently as she scrambled towards her. She would then try to grab Francisca's arm to bring her up to her feet. If she could get her standing again, Garcia would leap up to go for a hurricanrana with the absolute intent of keeping ahold of her pervy opponent's leg and sitting in for the pinfall! If she could just get this pin her, it would all be over!

[arktriumph]

Cursing inwardly that she had allowed such a weak opponent to get the upper hand, Francisca scrambled to her feet, only to find Alba already hurtling towards her. The woman jumped high, legs extended and in that moment the curvy Costa Rican knew what her opponent was attempting. It was risky at the best of times, much more so when the opponent saw it coming. Francisca smiled deviously.

Surging forward to meet Alba, she waited until the woman's legs were virtually around her head. As Alba arrived the Devil Cat would snap her arms up around the dancer's thighs in an attempt to halt her opponent's forward momentum. If she succeeded, Francisca would then jam her lips against Alba's crotch for a moment to unsettle her weak adversary, before suddenly dropping her into a devastating powerbomb to turn the tables!

[Dubski]

Alba went for her follow up as she leaped up onto Francisca's shoulders and then bent her body back, hoping to spike her opponent right back to the ground with a hurricanrana... but she was stuck as she went to flip her opponent, her body only leaning back so far until she realized the Devil Cat was still holding onto her. With wide eyes full of fear, Alba shook her head frantically, "No, no, no...!" And then she let out a sudden gasp as Francisca had kissed her crotch, momentarily stunning hr before she was sent down into the mat!

The powerbomb had hit Garcia hard, and the dancer landed on the mat before her limbs all shot out and she lay there, spread eagle, groaning and whimpering quietly as she was completely at her opponent's mercy now, not able to move from the shock in her body.

[arktriumph]

Francisca's counter worked like a charm as she caught her unfortunate adversary in mid air and delivered Alba into the mats with a thunderous powerbomb. She was slammed down with a thud and left splayed out on the canvas in a limp heap, totally at the mercy of the Devil Cat. Grinning triumphantly, Francisca allowed Alba's legs to drop, instead prowling forward and draping herself over Alba's limp frame, grinding her body into the defeated dancer.

"Good try, girl," she cooed as her hands wandered up Alba's sides. "But not good enough to beat me." She then entwined her legs around Alba's forcing him open, before grabbing her opponent's hands and pinning them above her head. Leaning forward, Francisca then attempted to jam her ample bust down over her vulnerable opponent's face to smother her out once and for all.

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia continued to lay there. The Spanish girl incapable of even thinking about fighting back. Her body writhed underneath Francisca as she ground her body up on her, forcing the dancer to moan out. Her legs were splayed out. Her arms pinned over her head with no resistance. And then right after that, she felt the Devil Cat's ample bust on her face.

Letting out a muffled moan, Alba weakly tried to fight her captor, attempting to twist and move her body, arching and bucking slightly against Herrera. It wouldn't nearly be enough as her fighting slowly failed, her breathing starting to lessen and lessen against the breasts of Francisca until finally... she ceased fighting back, smothered unconscious completely.

[arktriumph]

Francisca relished the twisting, writhing motions of the dancer as Alba tried feebly to escape from her breast smother, the young jobber no match for the Devil Cat's strength. Her moans of dismay were muffled by Francisca's bust but in the end her struggles were of no use. With a final sigh Alba went limp, her supple body sagging against the canvas, overwhelmed by the Devil Cat. Releasing her hold on her opponent, Francisca shuffled forward, straddling Alba and positioning herself for a final dominant display.

Settling her crotch over Alba's unconscious face, Francisca planted her knees against the dancer's shoulders and curled her arms up to her shoulders, flexing her toned biceps shamelessly for the fans. With her pose complete, she winked at the referee. "C'mon, senorita, count her out." The referee duly obliged.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

Winner - Francisca Herrera via Pinfall