Lioness Cub vs The Princess of the Jungle: Teuila Masina vs Noelle Silva

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Noelle looked back down at Teuila and knew that she was about to get exactly what she wanted out of the rookie, and it most certainly wasn't going to be what the princess had actually asked for. Noelle hid the smile of pride by masking it with arrogance, before the smile was outright replaced from her face with shock as Teuila began to force her way out of the Boston Crab by flipping the Spaniard.

Noelle avoided being overturned onto the ground completely by abandoning her hold and getting off of Teuila, but the Samoan was not done yet. With profanity laden rage, Teuila struck out at Noelle with both legs, cleanly knocking one of her own legs out from under her and forcing the princess to a knee. Sadly, that was as far as the Lioness would get.

Noelle's focus was already towards the ground, as well as her arms being positioned down in accordance to the relative position between herself and Teuila. So once the Spaniard's leg was taken out from under her, she all but fell onto Teuila's own legs, wrapping her arms around them and pinning them to her body. Teuila was now trapped in her grip.

Not bad, not bad at all, is what Noelle was thinking. But after she had stood back up and used her hold on Teuila's legs to lock the rookie into yet another submission, this time a Figure Four Leglock, what she would actually say with a posh condescension inserted into her voice was, "Well, I supposed you've earned the privilege of falling to one of my signatures moves once I decide to end this bout." One could certainly see the thought behind the princess's words if they looked closely, but Noelle knew full well that Teuila would only get angrier.

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Teuila was mad. Really mad. But not at Noelle, she may have been who she was directing the anger at, but really Teuila was mad at herself. Mad that she was looking like such a helpless fool all throughout this bout, and that she had done almost the opposite of what she promised and she absolutely refused to just lay down and die for Noelle!


So with a roar of effort and defiance Teuila would begin turning herself up and over, forcing Noelle to break the boston crab and in turn allowing Teuila to kick out at the silver haired girl and knock her down into a kneel! Smiling brightly at doing so it wouldn't last long before the Princess grabbed hold of her legs and kept them pinned up against her making the Samoan girl's eyes widen in shock as she was then locked into yet another submission!

"Aghhhhh!" Teuila cried out in pain, twisting and turning on the mat from the figure four, the true meaning of Noelle's words lost on her before she gritted her teeth and glared at Noelle. "You... You won't be.. ngh.. deciding anything!" Teuila cried out, trying to turn on her side as far as possible in a effort to roll them over and in doing so, reversing the effect of Noelle's figure four onto her!

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Noelle took stock of Teuila's defensive approach while she raised her hips to apply pressure and help keep steady. When trying to roll over a Figure Four Leglock to reverse it, some tried to roll back and forth to build momentum and try to play something of a mind game with their opponent. Others would simply pick a direction and go as hard as they could to try to reverse.

Teuila was, rather expectedly, the latter of the two. The Lioness certainly struck Noelle as somebody who would choose the all-out option, at least. Each method had its pros and cons, and Noelle decided that she wanted to play with one of those cons. The Spaniard would shift her direction to push with Teuila, allowing herself to be reversed, but with both of them trying to turn, it was easy for Noelle to roll back over a second time. Meaning that they were right back where they started, if only in a slightly different position in the ring. The princess hadn't even been on her stomach long enough for pain to register.

Teuila, however, who was likely unprepared for Noelle to do this, should be disoriented as a result by Noelle's calculations. The silver-haired wrestler would take advantage of the Samoan's uncertainty to release the Figure Four Leglock and grab Teuila's legs with her hands. Noelle would then pull the Lioness's legs up over her shoulders, grab her hips, and lift Teuila up so that she was practically sitting on the princess's shoulders. it shouldn't take a veteran to guess what Noelle had in store next for Teuila, she was going to try to slam her to the mat with a Powerbomb. Noelle opted to throw a taunt in with it, "So, how's your back holding up?"

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Teuila was hurting all over in more ways than one. Most severely of all however was definitely her back and legs though, the areas targeted the most by Noelle's relentless offense throughout the match, and the areas most at risk of leading to her tapping out. Especially right now with the figure four leg lock that the silver haired beauty held her trapped in making the Samoan girl hiss and grunt as she turned with all her might, trying to brute force her way over to reverse the hold onto her opponent and turn things around!

A task that Teuila had actually managed to succeed in.. For about five seconds before Noelle used her own momentum and turned them right over for a second time, leading her right back where she started! "Aghhh!" Teuila cried out as the pain of the hold started right back up again, on top of being a bit dizzy from the sudden rotations they took! Which unfortunately meant that the lioness was totally unprepared for the brief window that came for her possibility of escape in the form of Noelle voluntarily releasing the figure four leg lock!

"Huh?" Teuila asked in surprise, looking up as her legs were pulled up over Noelle's shoulders before her hips were grabbed, then before she knew it she was suddenly lifted up into the air! "Ah ah Noelle No!" Teuila gasped out before suddenly getting flung down into the mat with the powerbomb! "Aghhh!" She cried out in agony, bouncing off the mat and groaning softly in the wake of the power move clearly stunned by it!

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As Noelle had expected, Teuila was incapable of finding an answer for her Powerbomb setup. But the Spaniard still met with something that she hadn't been expecting: panic. The Lioness had certainly displayed a wide range of negative emotions throughout the match, but as Noelle had reared back for the attack, Teuila showed raw panic for the first time. It didn't stop her from slamming the Samoan, but it was a signal to the princess that Teuila might be recognizing that she's at the end of her rope, at least on a subconscious level.

Noelle's theory seemed to hold water, as after Teuila took the Powerbomb, she was left more than a little out of it. Her eyes went lidded as she moaned and rocked back and forth, from shoulder to shoulder. Teuila may have found a second wind earlier, but with the sheer beating that the rookie had taken over the course of the match, Noelle didn't think that she had a third in her.

"Hm. I suppose I did promise you one of my signatures to end this," said Noelle as she lifted Teuila's legs by her ankles and approached her head. "Prepare yourself for the honor of being my Royal Throne!" With that, Noelle dropped down butt first onto the Samoan's face, locking her into a Facesit Smother with her legs suspended in the air.

Royal Throne

This wouldn't be just any iteration of Noelle's Royal Throne, however, as the Spaniard would use her legs to trap Teuila's hands between her calves and thighs. This would not only avoid making this a pin by keeping the Lioness's arms off the mat, but it would also completely deny Teuila the option to submit, as she could neither tap nor say she gave up. Noelle's intention was to only let Teuila lose once she had passed out beneath her royal tush. This loss would almost certainly be mark a crossroads in the career of Teuila Masina. She would either have to admit she wasn't good enough and give up, or work until she made herself good enough. So Noelle wanted to imprint the memory of this defeat as deeply into Teuila's mind as physically possible, to either give her that last dose of humiliation needed to make the rookie hang up the singlet, or what Noelle was hoping for, to use this memory of passing out beneath the Spaniard's faux-arrogant ass as motivation to come back as a wrestler worthy of the main roster. But that was future. Right now, Teuila had little other choice than to accept Noelle's buttcheeks as a pair of smother pillow for an impromptu nap.

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Teuila was well and truly out of it. Even just with the submissions by themselves the brunette was running on fumes at best. Now after getting slammed down to the mat with a thunderous amount of force she would lay there, spent and unable to move much aside from the occasional twitch and jerk, her eyes being half lidded and her mouth left slightly open after openly panicking from the powerbomb.

Now left laid out and completely vulnerable to the spaniard Teuila could only look up through fuzzy vision as her legs were grabbed and held aloft by her opponent, like a daunting sign of what was to come, all before the woman's rear end came walloping down onto her face, shrouding Teuila's vision in complete darkness while her arms were trapped between the woman's legs, making this not a pin, and not a submission.

It was something else entirely and Teuila wasn't in any place mentally or physically to question or put together just what it meant. All she knew at the moment was that her lungs were burning, and with no way to tap out or be counted out, all she could do was lay there, using up whatever remnants of air she had left to struggle in vain under Noelle... Until finally her movements started to fade until she was still, passing out under Noelle's rear end.

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It didn't take much time or effort for Noelle to put Teuila away. The Samoan was already pretty out of it, and any part of her body that was relevant to escaping was effectively immobilized. Noelle felt the struggles beneath her, but it felt like what it was; the vain effort of somebody ho had nothing else to do but struggle before the inevitable eventually came.

Noelle stood up without showboating upon the bell ringing to declare her the winner. The crowd was roaring at the princess's sexy domination of Teuila, but Noelle merely stood over the Lioness, stone-faced. "I'll be waiting for round 2 until you're ready. But you better actually show up for it, Teuila," she said, only addressing her opponent by name when she knew the unconscious girl couldn't hear her. Then Noelle left, wondering when the day would come that their paths would cross once more.

Winner by KO: Noelle Silva