Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra vs Allison Tumbleweed

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Francisca grinned deviously, licking her lips as she relished the feeling of Allison's struggles against her crotch. The Devil Cat gently gyrated her hips, keeping her legs wound tight around the turnbuckle to prevent any opportunity for escape. The cowgirl's pathetic flails of defiance were no use against Francisca's steely grip.

"Aw, is the little American puta stuck?" she taunted, thrusting her hips hard into Allison's face, grinding her sex deep into her opponent's face to fully smother her out. "You ain't goin' anywhere, girl. Just be a good little loser and pass out for the Devil Cat, eh?"

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The cowgirls cries and shouts were muffled by Francisca’s crotch and Allison’s prying was doing little to help as the devil cat had her hold locked in nice and tight. It was utterly embarrassing and the cowgirl refused to lose like this but she was quickly running out of both options and air. It didn’t help that the scent of the luchadors covered sex also messed with her aroused mind.

As more and more time passed, Allison’s struggles became weaker and her eyes became unfocused. Her shouts were reduced to tired moans and soon enough her arms fell limp, stopping their struggles all together. The referee was quick to come in and pick up the seemingly knocked out blondes wrist before dropping it with a thud. The second time around was the same as the first, as for the third....

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Francisca watched with a grin as Allison's struggles weakened by the second, the cowgirl clearly desperate to escape but utterly lacking the power or leverage to do so. With the Devil Cat's sex grinding into her face, Allison soon went limp, her arms falling down by her sides.

Francisca stayed in place, waiting for the referee to confirm what she already knew. Once, twice Allison's limp arm flopped to the canvas. The luchadora watched transfixed as it rose for the third and final time.

It fell again.

She let out a triumphant whoop, gyrating her hips to grind herself all over the unconscious American's face for a few more seconds before untangling herself form the turnbuckle and standing up, hands raised to the sky. The victor once again! Once the referee had officially raised her arm to declare her the winner, she turned, blowing a kiss at the unconscious woman in the corner.

"Better luck next time, pretty thing," she crooned, before swaggering from the ring, a fresh victory under her belt.

WINNER: Francisca "Devil Cat" Hererra 2-1