Francisca "Devil Cat" Herrera vs Isaiah "The Prophet" Bowen - End of the Road

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Francisca glowered at the Prophet's glib declaration, and took a hesitant step towards him. Isaiah, however, suffered from no such hesitations as he quickly lunged for her, clamping the unsuspecting Costa Rican in his grasp!

"Unnghh!" Francisca exclaimed as Isaiah wrapped his arms around her in the bearhug, squeezing the Devil Cat tight in the submission and driving the breath from her body. Her head rocked back, mouth hanging open as she tried to breathe, her hands pushing and grasping at the grip around her waist in an effort to escape.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah honestly thought he would be enjoying this: making the one who caused him so much grief suffer, but, he felt nothing. Maybe it was the fact that Francisca actually helped him in a way, or maybe he knew he was the one who deserved to suffer for the lows of Isabella. He continued to squeeze with just a blank look on his face, finally saying, "I deserve this, not you..."

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Confusion reigned in Francisca's head at Isaiah's words, but she did not have time to dwell on them now, trapped as she was in the bear hug. She wriggled and writhed, her supple body pressed tightly against the male wrestler, but there seemed to be no escape. Soon she was wheezing for breath, unable to overpower Isaiah's strength.

"Aghhh... nnnh..." she complained in desperation, her struggles fading into feeble twitching now as the bearhug overwhelmed her defences. Her eyes began to roll and with a sick feeling of inevitability, Francisca realised she couldn't fight it any longer.

"I sub...I submit!" she blurted drunkenly, slapping at the grip around her waist as she finally capitulated to the Prophet, her vision blurring and head woozy from lack of oxygen.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah heard Francisca submit, and it felt like waking from a long nightmare. The bell rang and the match was over. Isaiah laid Francisca on the ground, while she was gasping for air, Isaiah went for his coat at ringside, hanging from the ringpost...

He went into his coat pocket and pulled out a can of black spray paint, "I'm so gonna get fined for this..." Isaiah dragged the Devil Cat's body to the center and posed her to form a "T" He began to spray the letters "F A I H" with Francisca's prone body forming the T, spelling "FAITH" Isaiah looked at his masterpiece, and realized that when Francisca wakes up, she's going to be pissed. This battle may be over, but, Isaiah's war with LAW had just begun. He wondered if he'll meet Francisca again. For now, though, he left the ring and the arena floor, Sure, he deserved to have the tar beaten off of him, but, winning felt great, especially after all the Devil Cat put him through...

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Francisca collapsed in a barely conscious heap after her submission to Isaiah's punishing bear hug, the Devil Cat collapsing flat on her back with the fans cheering ringing in her ears. In a daze, she couldn't quite process the fact she'd just lost to the Prophet...

She let out a faint moan of protest as Isaiah dragged her to the middle of the ring and moved her into some kind of position, and she heard some kind of strange spraying sound, the scent of chemicals filling her nose.

Only when she finally came to her senses, alone in the ring with Isaiah long gone did she discover what he had done, spraying the word "FAITH" across the canvas, using her limp, defeated body as the T! Blushing furiously, the Devil Cat quickly gathered her scraps of dignity and fled the ring in a defeated fury, vowing to herself that she this would not be the last the the Prophet saw of the Devil Cat!