Francisca "Devil Cat" Herrera vs Isaiah "The Prophet" Bowen

[arktriumph]

Francisca licked her lips at the prospect of the coming match. She'd successfully goaded the rookie wrestler, Isaiah into taking to the ring with her, and she would make sure he learned a lesson at the claws of the Devil Cat. Clad in her maroon leotard complete with luchadora mask, she stretched languidly back stage, ready to make her entrance once again for the LAW crowds.

Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra

Her music Knock Back erupted alongside the announcer's voice introducing her, and the lusty luchadora came bounding from behind the curtain with a howl. She paused at the top of the ramp, turning side on to better show off her curvaceous frame, running her gloved hands tantalizingly down over the skin tight fabric that struggled to contain her impressive bosom.

Then she burst into motion, racing down the ramp, catching high fives as she went before diving under the bottom rope of the ring, landing on all fours like a cat. She grinned, gazing around the arena at the fans before bounding upright and making her way to her corner, eagerly awaiting Isaiah's entrance.

[SimplePride]

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Isaiah fully admits that his pride led him to this match. Of course, deep down he knew he couldn't avoid wrestling forever. Isaiah sighed and awaited his cue to enter the ring. It came and the familiar riffs of his entrance music started playing:

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Though not a rock fan per se, the powerful message of the song seemed appropriate for a rookie wrestler, especially given the context of this particular match. Not one for pomp or circumstance, he entered the ring, all business and no play. Isaiah half wondered if his opponent was just as teasing and playful in the ring. If so, he might be in a bit of trouble. He got into the corner and just glared at Francisca, "You wanted this, so no one's feeling sorry for you" Isaiah thought to himself as he looked up and down Francisca's outfit, that led very little to the imagination. He couldn't help but slightly blush...

[arktriumph]

Francisca licked her lips as she watched Isaiah making his way down to the ring, all business, doing his best to appear professional for the fans. She watched him enter, listening to his supposedly confident words with amusement.

The Devil Cat planted her hands on her hips and started moving like a predator approaching its prey, drinking in her would-be victim's physique.

"Glad you decided to join be, baby," she cooed, circling Isaiah languidly, seeing the slight blush in his cheeks as he looked at her. She grinned, spreading her arms wide and slowly turning her curvy body in a 360 for him. "Like what you see?"

[SimplePride]

Isaiah watched Francisca's little display with no small amount of annoyance, "Am I the only one in this damn League who finds this crap really annoying?" he asked no one in particular. He probably was, though he had to admit his opponent was drop dead gorgeous by anyone's standards, "Just go to your corner and keep those wondering hands to yourself!" Isaiah yelled at Francisca, knowing full well that wasn't going to happen...

[arktriumph]

Francisca couldn't contain a giggle at Isaiah's indignant tirade.

"Aw, hon, you are in the wrong league if you can't handle a little bit of fun," she chided, wrapping her hands up behind her head and arching her back, pressing her impressive bust to the fore, her breasts straining within the skin-tight confines of her leotard.

She cast a languid glance at the referee, grinning. "C'mon, girl, let's give pretty boy his first taste of the real LAW, eh? Ring the bell!"

[SimplePride]

"Bite me" Isaiah hissed at Francisca. It was this very reason that Isaiah joined LAW in the first place: He was ultra-shy around girls, and this whole thing was kind of a therapy for it. Isaiah immediately regretted saying that to Francisca: knowing what he knew about Francisca, she very well might bite him. Isaiah rolled his eyes and went for a lockup, feigning annoyance. In reality, he was quite nervous...

[arktriumph]

Francisca grinned evilly at Isaiah's words. "Careful, baby, I might just."

She could sense the unease in her opponent, but still, this was a wrestling match. Confident as she was, the curvy Costa Rican wasn't about to take anything for granted. The best way to ensure her dominance over this rookie would be to beat him properly in the ring. Then she could have her fun.

So the luchadora stepped forward and met Isaiah in the grapple, deliberately forcing her supple frame as close to his as possible. With any luck, she might distract the Prophet, giving her a window to shift her grip and twist his right arm into a painful armbar!

[SimplePride]

Isaiah knew he was at a disadvantage strength and experience wise, so he had to at least win the psychological game if he stood a chance. It seemed like Francisca wasn't gonna make that easy for him. He broke the grapple and pushed the Devil Cat away, and started howling like a fury, reminiscent of the infamous "Rebel Yell" It probably didn't mean anything to his opponent, but, it certainly fired Isaiah up. As long as he didn't let Francisca win the psychology game, the Book of Isaiah would remain open...

[arktriumph]

Isaiah's sudden shove caught Francisca slightly by surprise as she tried to execute her move from the grapple, sending the luchadora stumbling backwards. The howl of fury that followed it left her more bemused than anything else. Crouching low, the Devil Cat circled her prey suspiciously.

"You going to yell at me all day, baby?" she hissed. "Or you gonna wrestle?"

With a feral screech of her own, the curvaceous Costa-Rican hurled herself forward, trying to lock up with Isaiah once more.

[SimplePride]

"Well, are you going to wrestle, or are you going to flirt with me all day? I am no fool, Francisca...I know what you are doing..." Isaiah scolded as they locked up once again. Isaiah tried not to look at the Devil Cat's body and maintain eye contact, but, her being taller than he was, her breasts were eye level, and it seemed his opponent was making sure he saw every bit of her cleavage. Isaiah tried his best to ignore it, but, any old fool could see that he was struggling with it...