Smitten Sailor: Sailor Theta (D) vs Francisca Hererra.

[SimplePride]

Normal Match
Sailor Theta vs. Francisca Hererra
Win by pinfall, submission or KO

Joe Yamahita was making his final preperations for his debut match on LAW, he had wrestled before a crowd before, but, nothing to this magnitude. Joe slowly melted away as he made the final preperations, and Sailor Theta was built in his place. After what seemed like hours, in reality it was maybe ten minutes, he finally got his cue to enter, and Lacuna Coil's "Spellbound" blared over the loudspeaker.

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Sailor Theata came out to a relatively positive response, mostly seemed indifferent, he actually heard a girl yell out, "Kawaii!" He hated being called that, but, ultimately decided to let it go. He waved to tha audiance as the ring announcer bellowed out, "This match is scheduled for one fall, making his debut, from the Theta Galaxy, weighing in at 115 lbs, Sailor Theta!" The crowd cheered somewhat. Joe just thought that they simply haven't seen enough to form an opinion on him. He smiled, and went to the corner and waited for his opponent to enter the famed arena.

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Francisca bounced on the balls of her feet with excitement, ready and eager to get to grips with a new opponent, this time a rookie male wrestler in the mixed division. She would break him in good and hard. Clad in her maroon leotard, mask and thigh-high boots, the curvy Costa Rican awaited her call to action with barely suppressed anticipation!

Francisca “Devil Cat” Hererra

Her music, Knock Back called her out to the ring and the Devil Cat strutted out into the lights, pausing at the top of the ramp and turning side on, giving the audience a full view of her curvy physique. She ran her hands shamelessly down over the swell of her breasts, over her stomach and down her luscious thighs before she sprang into motion again, bounding down the ramp with feral energy.

She dove under the bottom rope, landing on all-fours catlike and letting her eyes wander around the ring as the fans cheered her on. Then her gaze found the male opponent she would be facing and a devious grin crossed her face. She stood up, one hand on her hip as she approached the costumed wrestler, letting her eyes run up and down his body with obvious intent.

"Well, aren't you a cute little piece," she tittered as she squared up to the pixie before her. "You think you're ready to tangle with the Devil Cat, boy? I'm gonna have you eating out of my hand before I'm done with you."

[SimplePride]

Sailor Theta watched his opponent make her way to the ring, and it became immediately clear that she was very attractive, and very much aware of it. He rolled his eyes as she entered the ring. He didn't want to admit it, but, at least to him, his opponent was drop dead gorgeous. Sailor slightly blushed when he finally heard her speak, "Don't call me that" he replied in an irritated voice. He hated being called cute. Oh well, he expected trash talk, so it didn't bother him all that much. He simply went into the corner and waited for the match to begin.

[arktriumph]

Francisca grinned when she saw the Sailor boy's cheeks redden at her words, the male wrestler easily flustered by some simple words. She wondered how he'd respond to something a little more direct? There was plenty of time to find out over the course of a match.

Smiling coyly, she shrugged at his slightly irritated response. "What can I say, cutey? the truth hurts!"

With that little barb, she sank into her wrestling stance, awaiting the ring of the bell that would bring Sailor Theta into her clutches. The DING DING DING echoed through the arena and she rushed forwards, deliberately trying to get up close to the rookie wrestler and grapple with him, hoping to shove him to the corner, using her body and her strength to exert herself on the LAW newcomer.

[SimplePride]

Theta huffed, "You're lucky you're pretty!" he snapped as the bell rang. the Devil Cat rushed him and, if he was being honest, kind of caught Theta off guard. He gained his footing, but, unfortunately, he was not the strongest man on the roster, and soon, despite his best efforts, soon found himself pushed into a corner, and pushed with Francisca's body pressed against him, making Theta's face and the Devil Cat's leotard soon had the same color, "Wait, you're not gonna molest me or anything like that, are you?" Theta asked, somewhat worriedly...

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"Aw, you think I'm pretty?" Francisca tittered as she slammed into Theta in the lock up. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get a good look before we're finished here."

And with that she overpowered her male opponent, driving him back hard into the turnbuckle and pressing herself against him. With Sailor Theta trapped in place she was gratified to see her bodily contact was having the desired effect as a blush rose to the rookie's cheeks. She smirked at the flustered boytoy's question.

"Oh, you make it sound so mean when you say it like that," she purred, bringing her face just inches from his. "But... first things first."

With Theta hopefully still off balance from her opening advances, the Devil Cat suddenly pivoted back, attempting to drag him forcibly from the corner and slam a knee into his stomach to start the match off for real!

[SimplePride]

Theta growled at Francisca's tauting, but, soon felt her knee thrust into his soft belly. The impact was enough to send him straight to his knees, and then the ground, leaving face-down on the mat, though not for long, "This actually simplifies things..." he said to no one in particular. he got back to his knees and attempted a sweeping kick to the Cat's ankles, and, if this was successful, he would end this combo with a hard punch to her stomach, before, getting up and resuming the fight.

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Francisca grinned with satisfaction as she sank a knee into Sailor Theta's yielding midriff, sending him down to his knees in the blink of an eye. Confidence surged in the luchadora's body and she giggled, looking down on her opponent. However, her smugness took a turn for the worse as Sailor Theta proved he wasn't about to go down without resistance. A sweeping kick the ankles tripped her, sending her lurching forward, right into his follow up strike.

"Ouugh!" Francisca blurted as Theta landed a hard punch to the Devil Cat's plush abdomen. Her face twisted with annoyance as she staggered back a step before straightening up, glowering at the male wrestler. "Look at you, playing at being a real wrestler," the curvy Costa Rican sneered as she began to circle, prowling around Sailor Theta and waiting for him to make a move against her.

[SimplePride]

Theta rolled back to his feet after the punch, and, as expected Francisca had something to say, "Geez, do you ever shut up?" Theta snapped at the Devil Cat. He knew her history, the last time he saw her, a prophet spray painted on the ring the word "FAITH" around her prostrate body. Theta knew this wasn't going to be as easy as that man made it. However, the trip down Memory Lane was soon a source of embarrassment as he spaced out, and soon realized that he'd been staring at Francisca's butt this entire time. He looked up to see his opponent with a look of amusement. Always a quick wit, Theta replied, "What can I say? I cannot lie"

[arktriumph]

Francisca rolled her eyes as Sailor Theta quipped at her, clearly not enjoying the Devil Cat's trash talk. Probably because he wanted to focus on the wrestling. Typical man, she thought, can't multitask. That being, said she didn't fail to notice him shamelessly ogling her backside as the two wrestlers squared up to each other.

A devious grin crossed her face again. "Well, if you like what you see, I can give you a closer look," she drawled, before dashing at the male wrestler as though going for a lock up. She attempted to dodge away at the last moment, hooking and arm around his waist and sliding around behind Sailor Theta for a rear waist lock.