L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra vs Allison Tumbleweed
Best 2/3 Falls
Smother Match - Points Scored by Smother KO Only

Things were going pretty well for the Devil Cat so far, all things considered. Clad in her classic maroon leotard complete with mask and thigh boots, Francisca Hererra waited with excitement for her next encounter. She'd had a few losses, but more than enough wins to compensate - yes her LAW career was really starting to pay off. She flexed out her limbs, limbering up in preparation to add more to that tally.

Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra

Her music Knock Back called out to her and the lusty luchadora gladly answered, strutting out into the lights with her hands raised to the sky. Grinning, she posed at the top of the ramp, turning side on to the crowds to show off every curve of her sensuous body. Shamelessly she ran her hands down over the swell of her breasts and down her thighs before suddenly bursting into motion, racing down the ramp and diving headlong beneath the bottom rope and rolling to all fours. She scanned the crowds with a wolfish grin from her cat-like stance before shooting upright and moving to her corner, eagerly awaiting the entrance of her next opponent.

Another day, another match Allison thought as she finished lacing up her boots and waited for her signal from the official. Allison didn’t know much about her opponent aside that she was a Latina luchador. If that was the case then the American bulldozer had better prepare herself for some high risk maneuvers and springboard attacks to come for her if her experiences with other luchadors told her anything.

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She heard the official give the signal and Sierra burst through the curtain to the screams and cheers of the LAW fandom. She let out a bright smile as she high fived her way down the ramp and to the ring. Sliding underneath the bottom rope Allison jumped up with a flourish and turned to see her opponent. “Nice to meet’cha darlin. I hope we have a good match but don’t expect me to go easy ya hear”. she said as she fell back against her turnbuckle.

Francisca watched with a wry smile as Allison entered the ring, the American making her way down to the ring and high fiving cheering fans as she went. She drank in the other woman's frame, imagining all the interesting things she could do to the well-endowed blond throughout the match, looking forward to smothering her confident-looking adversary into oblivion.

She raised an eyebrow as Allison leapt to her feet in the ring, her introductory remark amusing the curvy Costa Rican.

"Easy?" she chuckled smirking. "I'm not too worried about that, little girly. You'll be asking for me to go easy before we're done here." Meeting Allison's gave, the Devil Cat swaggered out into the centre of the ring in challenge, planting her hands on her hips and staring the American down without a care in the world. "I'm ready when you are. Come show me what you're made of, eh?"

Allison gave a smile at the devil cats confidence and gave a small and slightly mocking kiss her way. It was definitely going to be fun tangling with this woman and Allison planned on giving her all. When she saw her opponent make her way to the center of the ring the cowgirl didn’t hesitate in following her and soon enough the two were chest to chest and staring into each other’s eyes.

“Oh don’t you worry darling but be careful what you wish for, I don’t know if you can handle all of it hehe.” she giggled before she finally attempted to tie up with the luchador in a classic collar and elbow tie up. She would try to use her strength to slowly push the Costa Rican backwards towards the ropes.

Allison advanced towards her, looking for a standard collar and elbow tie up, and at this early stage Francisca saw no need to take any undue risks, instead opting to accept the grip, looking to feel out the match as she went. She grappled together with the American, pushing her body forward and trying to gain an advantage. However, it seemed that the cowgirl had the same idea...

"Nghhh!" Francisca gasped as Allison exerted herself over the Costa Rican, forcing her backwards. Gritting her teeth, she tried to maintain her ground, but it became quickly apparent that the American had both the leverage and the strength to get the better of this opening exchange. Before long Francisca found herself driven backwards inexorably until she was pinned against the ropes!

"Gnnhh...NO!" she blurted, shaking her head as she tried in vain to push Allison back and free herself.

It seems that the two competitors had the same idea as both Allison and Fracncisca grabbed hold of one another in the classic collar and elbow tie up. Muscles strained as the cowgirl and luchador vied for dominance and pushed against each other. Slowly but surely Allison’s strength began to win out as she slowly pushed the shocked Costa Rican to the ropes and press her against them.

Allison would hold her there for a second before she released the tie up and instead grabbed onto one of her opponents arms. Using the ropes as a springboard Allison would attempt to launch Francisca to the opposite end of the ring and have her rebound off of the ropes there. If that worked then Allison would meet the speeding luchador in the middle of the ring with a mighty clothesline to the Devil Cats chest.

Francisca struggled and squirmed as Allison shoved her against the ropes, pinning the Devil Cat in place with her strength. They stayed there for a moment before Francisca found herself slingshot across the ring as the American grabbed her by the arm and launched her into an Irish whip towards the far ropes. Unable to stop the momentum, the Devil Cat went hurtling into the opposite ropes before being fired back towards her opponent... straight into Allison's clothesline!

"UNNGHH!" Francsica wailed as the clothesline slammed straight into her ample bust, knocking the curvaceous Costa Rican flat to the canvas. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she tried to roll away and scramble to her feet before Allison could follow up her early advantage.

With a powerful throw Allison slingshotted the Devil Cat all the way to the opposite end of the ring. When she rebounded back the cowgirl was ready with a mighty clothesline. With nowhere to go Allison’s opponent slammed into her arm with a smack and sent straight to the canvas. While definitely in pain the cowgirl adversary was far from done given how the match had just started and immediately tried to scramble away.

Allison not intending on giving up her advantage charged towards Francisca and would attempt to send a big boot to the luchadors chest. If she missed however the blondes leg would get stuck on the ropes behind the Latina.

Francisca scrabbled upright, the luchadora smarting from the clothesline to the chest, but far from out of the match. She whirled to face Allison and found the American flying towards her again, one leg outstretched aiming to bury it into the luchadora's chest. At the last second the Costa Rican swerved aside, leaving the bulldozer to go flying past her and straight into the ropes, her outstretched leg getting tangled between them and leaving her vulnerable!

That was all the opportunity she needed. Francisca lunged forward, grabbing hold of Allison's head.

"Missed me," she hissed, before twisting around back to back with her opponent and wrapping an arm up around Allison's throat. Then she would leap forward, attempting to drag Allison off the ropes and bring her down straight into a punishing neckbreaker!

The American bulldozer charged forward with the full intention of taking off the Devil Cats head with a massive big boot. However as Allison neared her it became apparent that she underestimated how dazed the luchador was and so when Francisca dove out of the way as the cowgirl lifted up her boot, Allison was unable to stop herself and her leg ended up tangled temporarily in the ropes.

Like a shark smelling blood, the luchador wasted little time in taking advantage of Allison’s predicament.

As she began to pull herself away she felt a sudden grip on her neck and a whisper in her ear before she was forcefully yanked down to the canvas in a shocking neck breaker. ”AGH!” she cried out as her neck was slammed into the canvas and her tangled up foot was yanked from the ropes. She laid on the mat stunned with her arms moving to cradle her neck.