Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra vs Celeste Price - Smother Match

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Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra vs Celeste Price
Best of Three, Smother Match
Victory by Smother KO

Francisca stretched her slender limbs, getting herself limbered up back stage in preparation for her next match. She wore her Devil Cat leotard, a dark red costume that covered the lusty luchadora's upper body and head, paired with a set of long red wrestling boots.

Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra

She knew her next adversary, Celeste, had already beaten Ossi Shamar, another wrestler on the roster, but Francisca wasn't worried about that. Ossi was hardly top class competition, and even then Celeste had only just won the match. Francisca intended to show her redhead opponent what a real challenge looked like.

Her entrance music, Knock Back burst from the speakers, signalling it was time for the Devil Cat to show herself. She bounded out onto the ramp, pausing briefly at the top and running her hands seductively down over her breasts and torso before breaking into a run down into the ring. She dove under the bottom rope, landing cat-like on all fours and staring around at the fans, a hungry smile on her face. She couldn't wait to get her claws on Celeste. She bounced upright and stood in the center of the ring, hands on hips as she waited for Celeste to enter.

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Celeste readies herself for her next match, having just barely beaten Ossi due to already being injured when the fight began and not being at her best. Now healed she's feeling confident, figuring if Francisca is of the same cloth as Ossi, Celeste thinks to herself the match will be a walk in the park. She finishes her stretches and hears her entrance music. The red head struts down the ramp and easily jumps into the ring, a smirk on her face.

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She looks Fancisca over, obviously liking what she sees. "Yo, lets have a good match, don't get your hopes up about winning though cat girl. If you're anything like my last opponent I'll have you smothered under my ass in no time." Celeste smirks putting her hands on her hips waiting to see what her cute opponent has to say.

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Francisca grins deviously as she takes in the sexy red-head's body. She was definitely going to have some fun with this cocky fool. She placed her hands on her hips, striking a seductive pose and looking Celeste in the eye.

"Keep running that pretty mouth, senorita," the luchadora chuckled. "You think you're a big deal cos you took down that rich kid? Afraid you got a whole lotta learning to do."

She nodded to the referee, indicating she was ready to begin the match, and extended a hand towards Celeste, beckoning her. "Let's see whatcha got, girl."

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Celeste grins, starting to get excited. "Oh I plan to. And nah, not really, she wasn't much. The reason why she'd given me such a problem was the fact that I'd just fought a heavy weight heel three times my size. I just didn't give myself proper time to heal." Celeste chuckles and shrugs. When the bell rings she heads to the center of the ring for a lockup, excited to prove herself.

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Francisca smirked knowingly as Celeste kept talking, oozing misplaced confidence. Then the redhead took up her position in the centre of the ring, raising her hands in preparation for a lock up.

The high-flying Costa-Rican had no intention of giving Celeste that chance, however.

With a whoop, she suddenly burst into motion sprinting straight at her opponent and leaping, trying to plant a drop-kick squarely into Celeste's chest, hoping to knock the redhead flat as soon as the match started.

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Celeste started to move in for the lock up, as per usual, but what Celeste didn't expect was Francisca's sudden dropkick to the redheads chest. "OUGHHH!!!" Celeste goes flying, her breast jiggling every which was as she does. Celeste lays on the mat and holds her chestin pain, now vulnerable to her Catty opponent's whims. "Ughhhh......" Celeste was now in deep trouble, vulnerable in front of her opponent.

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The drop kick connected and sent the cocky redhead flying back across the ring before she hit the canvas, clutching her breasts and groaning in pain. Francisca grinned as she scrambled back to her feet and darted over to her vulnerable opponent, not wanting to waste any time. She quickly rolled Celeste onto her front and straddled the other wrestler.

"Where's that big mouth now, eh?" Francisca goaded her opponent before hooking Celeste's arms over her knees, as though in preparation for a camel clutch. However, instead of using Celeste's chin as an anchor, the devious Devil Cat attempted to grab Celeste's already aching breasts and bend her opponent up by the chest instead!