Bedeviled: Holly Matheson vs. Francisca "Devil Cat" Herrera

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly Matheson vs. Francisca "Devil Cat" Herrera
Match scheduled for one fall, to be won by pinfall or submission



Holly Matheson strode down the entrance ramp with her head held high. This, despite the jeers of the fans and the constant derisive chants about her ability and her body. Holly blushed, a recording of Beck singing “Why don’t you kill me?” playing over the loudspeakers as she made her entrance. Holly had never been the world’s greatest professional wrestler, but now things were so much worse. Now, she was saddled with the Loser’s Championship, the blackest mark in any professional wrestler’s record. Now, it felt as if nobody believed in her, every time she made her way to the ring.

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Holly stood on the apron and threw up a “V for Victory” symbol with one hand. The fans jeered, mocking her, laughing at the irony of that symbol being thrown up by the most pitiful woman in all of professional wrestling. Holly scowled, her face reddening. “No,” she said, “not tonight!”

“Give me that!” Holly said, stepping into the ring and approaching the announcer. “I said give it!” Holly snatched the microphone out of the announcer’s hand, and took a deep breath. When the crowd quieted, she took a deep, chest-swelling breath, and spoke.

“Look here, you! I hear what you lot are all saying,” Holly said, “and I’ve had enough! You all think I’m some easy bint, who’s just going to lay down for anyone …” Some fans laughed, and Holly took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “But I am a professional wrestler! And it is well past time for me to remind all of you in the stands, and all of you at home, and everyone one of you witches in the locker room, what that means! I wouldn’t be here in LAW if I weren’t qualified, if I couldn’t beat any given opponent, on any given night! That’s what it means to be a professional wrestler! And despite my ‘record,’ and despite this bloody thing they strapped around my waist when I was at my lowest, I am going to show you all that, tonight! Tonight, I am going to show the world that Holly Matheson is a professional wrestler, that Holly Matheson is dangerous, and that Holly Matheson can win!” Holly was red-faced by the end of her rant, her ample bust straining against her ring gear after all of the shouting, and she shoved the mic back into the chest of the announcer. She paced over to her corner, then, and circled it. Ready for her opponent to arrive, and ready to get this fight started!

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Francisca "Devil Cat" Herrera waited back stage, clad in her deep maroon Devil Cat leotard that covered her whole upper body save for a window in her chest to display her ample cleavage. An open facemask with small horns and a set of thigh-high boots completed her wrestling attire, with her thick chocolate hair spilling down the back of the mask. The Costa Rican stretched, warming up as she waited, listening to the muffled jeers of the crowd as her opponent entered the ring. She heard her opponent, Holly Matheson, ranting into the microphone with such vehemence that it almost made Francisca laugh. This girl clearly didn't enjoy having the loser-belt accolade!

But that wasn't Francisca's problem - she was here to win.

Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra

As the first notes of her entrance music, Knock Back, exploded from the speakers, she let out a whoop of excitement and burst out onto the entrance ramp, pausing at the top and posing with her hands on hips. The curvy luchadora then ran her hands seductively down over her breasts and stomach, down the inside of her thighs before flinging her arms up into the air with her fingers pointing to the sky.

Then she bounded down the ramp, whooping and high-fiving the fans as she went before diving in under the bottom rope and coming to all fours, cat-like. She scanned the ring and looked her next opponent up and down. So this was the LAW loser's champion? She certainly looked the part, Francisca thought wryly, seeing the red-faced, scowling young woman in front of her clad in a white wrestling singlet. Still, no sense in underestimating the girl until she knew what she was dealing with. Francisca shot upright and swaggered over to the centre of the ring, grinning at Holly, planting a hand on one hip.

"Hey, senorita, why don't you put a smile on that pretty face, eh?" she suggested cheekily, winking at her opponent. "I think you and I could have a whole lotta fun today."

[Luncha_Libre]

Still huffing after expending herself on her tirade, Holly handed the microphone to the referee, as well as her ‘championship’ belt. The British Bombshell had put everything into that promo and felt like she didn’t even make a dent in the fan apathy toward her. Holly’s cheeks burned, as she thought she even heard some snickering, scattered through the fans!

Settling into her corner of the ring, Holly turned her eyes up to the lit entrance ramp and watched for her opponent. Watching the masked devil girl make her way down to the ring made Holly pause. The woman was so confident, so focused as she greeted the fans and leapt into the ring! “Eep!” Holly squealed, involuntarily, watching the Devil Cat pounce into the ring and land firmly. Blushing, Holly hoped that no one heard that …

Taking her place in the center of the ring, Holly prepared to square up with her latest foe. She eyed Herrera up and down, slightly chewing her bottom lip. She shook her shoulders and arms, her curves jiggling a bit as she did so, then stared her opponent in the eyes.

“Going to have fun taking you down,” Holly said, her posh accent trying hard to sound tough. “I’ll probably be the only one smiling, after that!” Holly eyed the referee, waiting for the opening bell. As soon as it came, she would reach out, and try to lock up with the newcomer with a collar-and-elbow tie up.

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Francisca grinned hungrily as she drank in Holly's curvaceous body, hearing the girl's posh British accent that failed to mask her obvious trepidation at facing off against the luchadora. Francisca heard that little, pretty squeak of surprise from the loser-belt champion. She spread her arms wide innocently. Judging from the crowds, her opponent didn't have a particularly glowing reputation.

It was unlikely to get any better after the Devil Cat was finished with her either.

"Whatever you say, girl," she chuckled, then lowered into her wrestling crouch as the bell rang. "Let's dance."

As soon as the match began her opponent moved forward, looking for a standard collar-and-elbow tie up, but Francisca had no intention of getting bogged down grappling with the other wrestler. The quick-footed Costa Rican made it look as though she were about to accept the grip as she stepped forward, but at the last second she sidestepped and attempted to grab Holly's outstretched right arm, trying to wrench it around into a painful hammer-lock!

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly tried to keep herself focused on the Devil Cat’s movements, more than her attitude. The masked woman seemed very confident, taking Holly’s defeat in this match as a given, and it made the British Bombshell’s cheeks burn. Of course, it didn’t seem to help that the crowd shared her opinion …

Holly lunged forward at the opening bell, ready to lock up and prove them all wrong. However, the Devil Cat was more than ready with something else, sidestepping Holly and moving behind her!

“What?” Holly gasped, looking in wide-eyed surprise at her agile opponent. Holly couldn’t follow the motion closely enough, however, and before she knew it she was trapped in a hammer lock! “Aaaugh!” Holly cried out, moaning in pain as her arm was twisted behind her back. Her spine went straight, trying to stretch against the pain. Holly’s chest thrust forward, her face scowling as she got caught in the hold. Wincing, Holly tried to step back, to try and push against the hold, but there was no denying that the Devil Cat was in firm control, here!

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Francisca felt a rush of excitement as she locked in the hammer-lock on her slow opponent. It had been all to easy to get behind the loser's champ and trap her - Francisca was beginning to see how Holly had ended up with that belt!

She heard Holly's cry of pain and felt her opponent pushing against her, trying to get free, but Francisca had no intention of letting her off that easy. Smiling thinly, she wrenched Holly's arm up harder, cranking more pain into the hold. At the same time she pressed her lithe, supple body up against her trapped opponent's back and swung a free hand around to cup Holly's breast as the British wrestler's chest thrust out against her corset. Francisca touched her nose to Holly's ear, gently fondling her prey even as she pulled the hammerlock up high, inflicting pain and pleasure all at the same time.

"Aw, didn't see that comin' eh, senorita?" she crooned. "You gotta be fast to keep up with the Devil Cat!"

With that, the Devil Cat suddenly released her hold on Holly's breast and stepped back attempting to twist her opponent out of the hammerlock and spin her around, keeping a hold of Holly's wrist as she did. If she succeeded she would deliver a swift kick up into the Holly's stomach, pressing her advantage even further.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nnh! Ah, no,” Holly grunted as she squirmed against the hammerlock, panic making her forget how to counter the hold. Pushing back against the Devil Cat to get some leverage seemed like a good first step, but Holly couldn’t deny that the masked woman was in control. Holly was wide-eyed, trying to get a look behind her, and see what the Cat was up to. Unfortunately, she’d get her answer quickly enough.

“HEY!” Holly gasped, as a hand came up and took a firm grip of her breast! “Aaah, l-let me go!” Holly demanded, face flushing red. Holly tried to resist, pressing her round backside into the Devil Cat’s midsection, but she was trapped. When Holly felt Francisca speaking directly into her ear, she shivered nervously.

“Uughn,” Holly moaned again, as the Devil girl released her supple breast, the bouncing flesh trying to settle back around. Before she knew it, though, Francisca was whipping her around and planting a boot in her belly. “HOOFFF!” Holly grunted, the kick knocking the wind out of her. Holly doubled over, clutching her aching belly, bust threatening to come spilling out of her ring gear as she took deep, gasping breaths. Holly gasped, and tried to look up to her opponent. Holly was staying up on wobbly legs, all her effort going into keeping her from falling to her knees, but the British Bombshell wanted to keep an eye on her opponent- however nervous those eyes looked!

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Francisca's boot hit Holly in the stomach and she grinned as her opponent doubled over, the wind knocked clean out of her by the sharp blow. She released her hold on Holly's arm and watched as the red-faced British Bombshell looked up at her, eyes wide, her legs wobbling as she struggled to stay upright.

The Devil Cat had no intention of letting her opponent recover. Looking to press her early advantage, she bent down and grabbed Holly, tossing the other wrestler's right arm across her shoulders and locking her into a headlock. Then Francisca reached down, hooking a hand around the back of Holly's knee, and with a yell of exertion the high-flying Costa Rican heaved Holly head over heels into a fisherman's suplex, smashing the British Bombshell hard into the canvas!

Francisca rolled over onto all fours after landing the move, prowling around Holly and smiling dangerously; the Devil Cat was toying with her prey as the fans cheered her on.

[Luncha_Libre]

Doubled over and threatening to spill out of her ring gear, Holly was looking like a mess as the Devil Cat released her arm. The British Bombshell knew she had to fight back, and tried to get herself on a firm footing, but the Devil Cat wasn’t having it.

“Ah!” Holly cried out, as she was trapped in the headlock. Holly’s legs started to kick, her round ass bouncing as she struggled to escape the hold, but Francisca caught one of those struggling legs and tucked it in. Trapped against her own body, Holly couldn’t do anything about her predicament but clench her jaw, and hope that she could take the pain.

“Nnnooooo!” Holly cried out body hefted into the air by the Devil Cat for a fisherman’s suplex! Holly’s free leg kicked at the air, leaving her spread eagle for a moment, and her face was tucked snugly against her bust as she was slammed into the mat. Holly sprawled out after the impact, left panting with her arms and legs splayed out. She knew that the Devil Cat was stalking her, but as she winced and twitched in pain, Holly knew there wasn’t anything she could do about it, feeling like a bird being stalked by the cat!

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With Holly lying sprawled and helpless on the mat, Francisca could feel the excitement rushing through her as she dismantled the other wrestler. She was quickly beginning to see how Holly had ended up with the loser belt! Circling around into she was at her opponent's head, she leaned in close.

"Having fun yet?" she whispered huskily into Holly's ear, idly stroking a finger down the side of the other wrestler's cheek.

Before Holly could respond Francisca was up and moving again, darting to the corner and climbing swiftly up the turnbuckle. She paused at the top, grinning and planting both hands on her hips, her pert chest thrust out as she drank in the cheers as the crowd realised what was happening. She pivoted around with her back to Holly, planting her feet on the top ropes.

With a whoop, Francisca bent her knees and launched herself off the turnbuckle, her curvaceous frame arcing gracefully through the air as she attempted to land a devastating moonsault on her defenseless opponent!