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

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Francisca grinned as she caught Isaiah in the bodyscissor, his delightful frame hers to play with. He struggled, trying to escape, but the Devil Cat's powerful thighs held him in place. What's more, she could see a slight bulge in his trunks beginning to grow as he tried escape her. Evidently his 'professionalism' only went so far.

"What's this?" Francisca tittered reaching forward. "Looks like you're enjoying this more than I thought." And with that she ran a teasing finger up the contours of the Prophet's slowly hardening manhood.

[SimplePride]

"Damn...you..." Isaiah muttered as he continued to struggle in the hold. Francisca's hands began to tease his crotch, Isaiah's face soon match Francisca's outfit: deep crimson. It was all he could do to swat Francisca's hands away...

[arktriumph]

Francisca laughed as she saw the blushes in her opponent's cheeks as she teased his manhood, her fingers moving with expert ease over his shaft. He tried to slap her hand away, clearly angered by her treatment of him - just as the Devil Cat wanted.

She would then try to twist her body and pull Isaiah into a sitting position, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist and positioning herself behind him. Once there, she would wrap her arms around his neck in a sleeper hold.

[SimplePride]

"Ack!" was all Isaiah could mutter as his opponent trapped him in a scissors-sleeper combo. Still, his body said something entirely different than what his mouth was saying. His vision started to fade...

[arktriumph]

Francisca could sense that she had him now. Isaiah's struggles were growing feebler by the second. Keeping her thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, the Devil Cat held the sleeper with one arm locked around his throat. With her free and she reached forward and laid her hand against the bulge in his trunks that was growing more and more prominent. With a devious smile she started stroking his shaft with expert ease, enjoying the feeling of the rookie in her clutches.

"See, it's not so bad," she crooned into his ear. "Just go to sleep. You're mine now, Prophet."

And there she stayed, choking him out even as she jerked him off in a truly humiliating display for the male wrestler!

[SimplePride]

Isaiah, with all his brags and fuss, at least knew when it was over. His vision blurred, as all of his blood was now rushing to his "other" head. As one last insult, Isaiah flipped Francisca off, and soon passed out...

[arktriumph]

Francisca giggled at Isaiah as with a final rattling breath, the male rookie passed out from her assault. Tipping his head back Francisca locked her lips against his, letting out an appreciative purr as she continued to fondle her unconscious opponent's crotch.

Eventually she rolled him off of her and stood up triumphantly as the referee checked Isaiah over, confirming he was out for the count. Francisca grinned, running a booted foot across Isaiah's face to confirm her dominance.

"Better luck next time, rookie," she crooned, before raising her hands to drink in the applause of the fans. Then the Devil Cat swaggered from the ring, her point made in style as she had dominated Isaiah.

Winner: Francisca "Devil Cat" Herrera via KO

[SimplePride]

Isaiah started to stir about a minute later, Something inside him snapped, "Do not blame me for what happens next, woman..." he said to no one, as Francisca had already left...