"Luchadora Sombra" Isabella Cruz vs. Asherah, The Stinky Pirate: Their Debut Match!

[NotoriousGoddess]

"Hope you saved your last checkpoint, Capitana!" Sombra said, as she basked in the crowds cheers.

Then, without hesitation, she launched herself into the air—a breathtaking leap, twisting mid-flight into a perfect Springboard 450 Splash- her finisher!

The crowd exploded as she came crashing down, all momentum behind her as she aimed to drive the wind straight out of Asherah’s sails! Sombra then initiated a grapevine pin!

[MR. Q]

Time seemed to slow as Asherah stared up at the airborne missile hurtling toward her, each beat of the crowd's pulse pounding in her ears like the ticking of doom.

Sombra's springboard dive became a deadly comet, the Spaniard twisting through the air with feline grace before smashing down atop her foe with a resounding THUD.

The impact stole Asherah's breath, forcing her to gulp for air as Sombra's weight bore down upon her, the piercing pain of her finishing maneuver squeezing the very life from her lungs.

Her ghost flying out her mouth.

ONE...TWO...

[NotoriousGoddess]

THREE!!!!!!! THE CROWD ROARED WITH AWE AND WONDER AS SOMBRA WON HER FIRST DEBUT MATCH!!!!! Sombra got off of Asherah and began cheering for herself and thanking the audience. The referee raised Sombra’s hand in victory, and the crowd's cheers echoed throughout the arena, chanting her name.

"¡SOM-BRA! ¡SOM-BRA!"
Sombra then decided to help her fallen opponent up, and give her a tase of her sportsmanship. "Game over, Asherah," she said, while hoisting Asherah up, her voice laced with a mix of playfulness and satisfaction. "But don’t worry, there's always a rematch." She put one of Asherah's arms on her and helped her walk out of the ring and into the lounge, both wrestlers in a daze.