Meeting of Leaders (For luncha_libre)

[Teenwrestler]

Despite his words, Trent was clearly in some discomfort from the chinlock. His hands moved up to her fingers and wrists as he attempted to pry them off while bearing the pain from the submission. Her voice seemed quite seductive so close to him, a shiver felt down his spine when her lips touched his ear when she spoke to him. Santa was back in control and she clearly enjoyed asserting her dominance over a handsome young man such as Trent. "I....I'm just..nrghh" he groaned, unable to reply back while trying to fight his way out of the submission.

Eventually, Santa opted to let him go herself in her efforts to change things up. Her hands released his chin and instead they would slide across his jawline and eventually she would catch him in a tight headlock, with half of his face being smothered by her breasts. "Mmfff" he moaned against her breast. In one swift motion, the Tigresa would get back up on her feet and pull Trent up from his seated position before bumping her hip into him to take him down on his back in a hiptoss.

Trent's back slammed against the mat and Santa ended up on top, keeping the headlock on while her breasts pressed up against his face to smother him even more. "Oowwmmfffff?! Ummrgfh...." he moaned and mumbled from the pain of the headlock and suffocation from the smother. Trent would kick the ring mats while scooting around, trying to fight his way out. His hands would move up to her hair aimlessly and eventually he would find her sweaty hair, he would end yup caressing them as he tried to find something to grab to but didn't want to be so cheap to grab her hair. Instead he would reach down to her face and grab her chin, looking to push her head backwards to try and create some space so that he could force his way out from the headlock.

"Arrughhh! mmfff....y-your breast-mmfff" he moaned.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa was enjoying the feeling of having the young man locked down once again. Trent was young, vigorous, and put a lot of effort into his grappling. Despite this being a spar, Trent seemed to be giving this contest his full effort, and Santa Tigresa was grateful. She wanted to size this young man up, get a feel for his quality and that of the group he led. While he struggled and squirmed against her body, he was definitely giving her that!

La Santa’s curvy frame settled on top of Trent, her arms cranking on the headlock as she tried to grind him beneath her weight. She could feel his hands trying to pry her off, forcing her to adjust and compensate for it, showing her that his head was in the game. Santa Tigresa pumped her legs to shift her body, following Trent’s readjustments. She could feel the young man pawing around her shoulders, his fingers touching her soft hair. To his credit, however, Trent didn’t grab for it. It was a shortcut that many would have taken in an instant, and Santa Tigresa made a special note of that.

“What about my breasts?” Santa Tigresa scowled, however, when he moaned. “You- nngh! You joined a mixed wrestling league, Trent! Your opponents will have breasts!” Usually a little prudish, Santa Tigresa nonetheless decided to test the young man even more. The Tigresa pushed herself up onto her toes, adjusting her legs to give her leverage. She then rolled her body forward, her generous bust rolling over Trent’s face even further as she did so!

Santa Tigresa could feel Trent’s hand go to her face, trying to create some space and pull her off. She shook her head, trying to keep him from getting a good hand-hold, and continued to roll her curvaceous frame over him. Trent might have found a hole to escape from, but until he did, Santa Tigresa tried to make certain he would begin to drown in her own soft, warm, overwhelming flesh!

[Teenwrestler]

Santa had done well to neutralize Trent's strength. The Tigresa herself was proud to show off her own strength and skill, managing to out-wrestle her male opponent quite a few times. Once again, Trent found himself in trouble and it only got worse when she managed to take him down on the mat and take her place on top of him albeit to the a side bit. Not only was his head being squeezed by her arm but her breasts partially smothered him, giving him cause to complain just a bit. Santa didn't care, she would lecture him once again like teaching her student about the advantages a woman may have against a man.

He was struggling under her, his body sweating profusely as he was getting more and more tired. His own strength was being used against him, the more he exerted the more he tired himself out Santa would challenge him, rolling towards him to smother him even more. "Mmmffff!! I-I can't breathe Mmfff....Y-your breasts Mmffff....keep getting...MMRGUUHH" he groaned, getting frustrated more and more. His face and neck were red and sweaty now as Santa really took the fight to him.

His hand cupped her chin and pushed but with a shake of her head, Santa was free and once more focused. Panting more and more, Trent would keep up his struggling for a few more minutes before the smother was starting to make him light headed, with him unable to breathe. "Mmff Santa" he would moan, raising his hand and began to tap her ass gently, signalling a submission.

"I submit" he moaned, unable to cope with her breast smother.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa could feel the beads of sweat running down her body as she struggled to keep Trent in place. The young man was strong and athletic and was fighting desperately to get himself out of this hold and back into the fight. Santa Tigresa knew that if she let that happen, there was a good chance she couldn’t get him back under control again!

Fortunately, Trent’s head was firmly under control. Santa Tigresa’s impressive breasts were pressed firmly into his face, as her arm cranked against his neck. It was far from the most technical move in Santa Tigresa’s arsenal but seemed quite effective as she ground him down, her flesh filling his senses and choking the air out of him. His face was reddening as she rolled over him, sweaty skin sliding and pressing against his features and engulfing them.

Slowly, Santa Tigresa could feel the fight going out of the young man. She wouldn’t let up, however, riding his body hard against the canvas. The headlock was a simple hold, and she could keep it in all day if she had to. Santa Tigresa knew this wouldn’t be working so well if not for everything Trent had been put through, before, but exploiting a weakness like that was what made the veteran luchadora known on multiple continents. Finally, Santa Tigresa felt the gentle taps against her ass, making her cheek jiggle as Trent tapped out in submission. He moaned the words, making his defeat official and making Santa Tigresa release the hold.

Pulling her chest off of Trent’s face, the Tigresa rolled the young man onto his back. She gave him room to breathe, but she straddled his waist with her powerful thighs. She held his shoulders down, hair dangling over his head as she grinned at him. That ample bust, which had been Trent’s downfall, was inches from his body again.

“So, Trent,” Santa Tigresa said, teasingly, “Still think I can’t win? Still think I’m too old to keep up with you younger wrestlers?”

[Teenwrestler]

After having a competitive match against the Tigresa, it was evident to the Masterpiece where he was lacking in terms of skill and wrestling ability. Santa had done well to neutralize his strength advantage and use submissions move to wear him out. Trent was rolled over to his side, his face pushed up against her sweaty breasts and he was forced to take in nothing. He tried to breathe but there was no room between his mouth and nose and Santa's breasts, plus her arms were still squeezing his head and after putting up a good five or so minutes, he ended up tapping.

He tapped her ass and gave his verbal submission and Santa was kind enough to pull his face away from her chest. His face was red and sweaty and he finally had room to breathe, he would pant heavily while being shoved down to his back. "Hah.....ha....." he panted. After all that was said and done, in the heat of the moment of the match, Santa was looking for a bit of a teasing pay back. She would mount the young male once again, leaning forward to press her palms against his shoulders to pin him down. Her face was close to his, her breasts dangling inches from his face while her damp hair covering his face.

"Hah.....I guess I was wrong. I underestimated you Tigresa" he would say, not really attempting to buck her off as he allowed Santa to bask in the victory, letting her mount him as a victory pose. Trent was still getting used to wrestling women and his inexperienced showed as he lost to the smother. "One day, I will be the one mounting you Tigresa...." he smirked back.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa could feel Trent’s hot, straining breath against her skin as he struggled, and she knew the submission would be inevitable. She’d released the young man quickly, not wanting to punish or humiliate him any more than absolutely necessary, but luckily Trent had the good sense to know when enough was enough. Not many men in his position would have had the same sense.

La Santa’s ass was still jiggling from Trent tapping out against it as she mounted him, still wanting to tease him just a little more. Still, as she loomed above him, her sweaty body heaving as she panted for air, skin shining with sweat, Santa Tigresa was smiling.

“You did underestimate me, nino,” Santa Tigresa said, “but you wouldn’t be the first. And you won’t be the last. The important thing is, you did well. If the boys you’re training with are half as good as you, maybe they’d make fine opponents for my girls in Las Superestrellas …”

Santa Tigresa shrugged, after her suggestion, only half paying attention to Trent’s exhausted words as she straddled his body. Then, however, they hit her. “Wait,” she said, “what the hell do you mean, ‘mounting me,’ you little pervert? What’s that supposed to mean?” In a flash, Santa Tigresa’s smile went from tauntingly playful to a fierce snarl, and her hands clamped down hard on Trent’s shoulders!

[Teenwrestler]

The smother was too much too handle and the Masterpiece tapped out when he felt there was no room to escape and he was too exhausted to power his way out of it. He tapped her ass and Santa acknowledged it, releasing him almost immediately. She wasn't done yet, there was still a lesson to be taught to the young man and she proceeded to straddle his waist while pin him down to teach him who the victor was and why he was wrong to underestimate the Tigresa. Trent acknowledged that and Tigresa smiled at him while giving him a compliment too. The match was going to end on a good note until there was some misunderstanding.

Tigresa would relax a bit but continue to straddle the sweaty and exhausted male but when she heard what he had to say, she would snarl at him while clamping down on his shoulders hard and pin him back down. "Urgh g-get off!" he groaned, there was some hostility between the two and Trent would struggle under her, attempting to shove her off but he was too tired and Santa had him pinned down and trapped under her well. She demanded an explanation and Trent was a bit confused for a second before he thought about it again.

"N-no, its not like that" he continued to struggle under her. "I only meant the next time...I will be on top, straddling you after I win, just as you are now" he said as he stopped struggling and glared up into her eyes.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa took deep, recovering breaths as she perched on top of Trent. The young man was squirming beneath her, his muscular figure left exhausted by their sparring match. To be honest, though, the curvaceous Tigresa was left exhausted as well. Shoulders and chest heaving with every breath, the Tigresa wasn’t really in the condition to beat Trent a second time, regardless of how his comments could have been taken. Instead, she looked down at the young man, and shook her head.

“I guess I did teach you some respect,” Santa Tigresa said. “Even if you are still a little cocky.” With a grunt of effort, La Tigresa pushed her body off of Trent’s, dismounting him. She looked him up and down, trying to figure out how much their spar had taken out of him. He was young, though, and impressively built. She was sure he would make a full recovery in fairly short order. Still, she couldn’t help but remember his face, smothered out against her heaving breasts, and the enthusiasm with which he’d submitted. At least she still had her edge!

“Now, calm down a little,” Santa Tigresa said. “I have to admit, I was impressed. You fought well, and you’ve clearly trained hard to get where you are. So I have something to ask you.” Santa Tigresa leaned over, some sweat running down her generous curves before dripping down onto Trent. The luchadora reached out a hand, offering to help Trent up. “Like you, I have some young wrestlers that I help to train and mentor. If your young men are anything like my women, it could be quite a challenge, for them …”

[Teenwrestler]

The Masterpiece feared what he said might have been interpreted wrongly by the veteran, he certainly meant no disrespect when he said those innocent words. Now that he thought about it, they might not have sounded so innocent after all. Still, the Tigresa held him by the shoulders and kept him pinned to the mat before he quickly offered his explanation. She would still be heaving but soon calmed down a bit, easing up her grip before pushing up and dismounting him.

He felt as if he could have rose up to his feet with her but out of respect he chose to lay down on his back while Tigresa was on her feet. His sweaty, chiseled frame on display for the proud winner to stand over. He said nothing as she said she taught him a lesson, despite his cocky attitude mid way in the match. She looked him up and down and was pleased with the match and the result. She then bent down, sweat dripping down from her body onto the male which he didn't mind at all, their sweat had rubbed off each other previously in the grapple anyway.

He nodded before grabbing her hand as he rose back up to his feet with help. "Thank you, Tigresa. Yeah sure, please go ahead" he said. He listened to her carefully before smiling "Why yes of course, the Dominion would be honoured for that! My boys would gladly take on your girls, I think it would be a good experience for all of us." he said smiling, extending his hands for a handshake.

"Thank you, Ms. Tigresa" he said.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa was feeling good. While LAW was new territory to her, it seemed like she’d gotten off on the right foot with Trent, and by extension the Dominion. If the other boys conducted themselves the same way that Trent did, then it would be a great experience for her young proteges. Besides, any day she could stand tall over the body of a defated young man, was a good day in the Tigresa’s book.

Santa Tigresa had helped Trent up to his feet and nodded as he accepted her offer. This was good, finding some honorable young men for her girls to fight, as they came into LAW. At least, that was what she hoped. One never knew, in pro wrestling. Santa Tigresa listened with her hands on her hips, breathing deeply, her curvy body still shining with sweat in the gym lights. Even if Santa Tigresa had won the sparring match, it was obvious that it had taken a toll on her.

“Gracias, Trent,” Santa Tigresa agreed, as she accepted his handshake. “My people will be in touch with your people. Looking forward to seeing how all of this works out!” La Santa smiled then, a sincere smile. Then, the buxom luchadora turned her back to Trent, and started walking to the women’s locker room. There was clearly a high degree of trust, as she didn’t hesitate to turn her exposed back to him. For now, the Tigresa was going to need a shower, and an ice pack. Possibly a couple of them. However, she was content. For both Las Superestrellas and The Dominion, this could be the beginning of a rivalry that would benefit both teams!