Alba Garcia v. Francisca Herrera

[Dubski]

Alba was cringing as she lay on the mat, the dropkick knocking the wind out of her as she held her chest with a whine. The Spanish dancer was struggling already so early into the match, and she became shocked when Francisca had pounced on her! Garcia had no time to react before she was grabbed ahold of and her face forced into Francisca's crotch! Before Alba could even fight back, her head was clamped tight in a headscissors, her eyes barely visible to show panic as she struggled underneath the Devil Cat.

"Mmm! Mmmm!" she whined loudly, muffled under Herrera! Alba's legs kicked on the other end of the more experienced woman as she struggled and twisted her body to dislodge herself to no avail, dreading what Francisca might have in store for her!

[arktriumph]

The Devil Cat let out a shrill cackle of pleasure as Alba's pretty face was stuffed between her thighs in a tight headscissor, leaving the helpless dancer to writhe and squeak in her clutches. Idly, Francisca curled one arm up to her shoulder, showing off her lithe body for the crowds while Alba wriggled about uselessly between her legs.

"Oh, sorry senorita," she said mockingly as though she had just noticed Alba's plight. "You stuck down there? Lemme help you." Taking hold of Alba's head with both hands, Francisca opened her legs and stood, keeping Alba's head between her legs and dragging the unfortunate dancer to her knees. Now upright, she pulled Alba's face back into position, jamming her nose and mouth against the lusty luchadora's crotch, trapping her in a fresh standing headscissor instead!

[Dubski]

Whining loudly, her protests could barely be heard by the crowd as she tried desperately to get a release from the hold, her breathing becoming increasingly more difficult. Her fighting came slower until finally, she was given respite. Taking a deep breath, Alba's eyes shot open wide as she put a hand to her chest, trying to normalize her breathing for only the short moments she was allowed before Francisca grabbed a hold of her and onto her knees, shoving her face straight back into her crotch. Garcia was only allowed the moment in her resistance to shout, "No!" and then her face was crushed between those thighs again.

With renewed protests, Alba Garcia grabbed wherever she could, scratching and pawing at the strong thighs of her luchadora opponent! Eventually, her hands had inadvertently found Francisca's two luscious cheeks, grabbing a hold of them tight for a moment before she continued to try fight. Her legs kicked behind Herrera as she fought it, desperate to not be bested in this way!

[arktriumph]

Francisca let out a wicked chuckle as she felt Alba's pathetic struggles, the girl's hands clasping the Devil Cat's perfectly sculpted backside in her desperation. Squeezing her thighs tighter, the curvy Costa Rican removed her hands from Alba's head, curling them up to her shoulders to show off her biceps in a shameless display of contempt. She held the pose, jiggling every so often to shake the young dancer trapped between her legs.

"Dear, oh dear," she crooned, looking down at Alba's struggling form. Then she suddenly opened her legs, letting the unfortunate dancer fall to the canvas. Francisca followed, dropping to her knees and with a wildcat snarl, dug the fiver fingers of one hand into Alba's exposed stomach in a vicious belly claw! "Make some noise for me, girl!"

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia was in a bad way and continued to struggle even as Francisca was posing atop her and shook her thighs, making the Spaniard cry out as her head was being jerked to and fro.

Then, suddenly, the dancer was released as her body collapsed onto the mat again and she closed her eyes tight, letting out a long whine. And then, all of a sudden, let out a shrill scream as Ferrera dug her talon-like fingers into her stomach! Alba squirmed and yelled out and struggled to get away, starting to try swiveling away to desperately attempt to kick her opponent in the head, doing anything to make her release the hold!

[arktriumph]

Francisca held the cruel belly-claw in place on the hapless dancer for as long as she could, smirking at the woman's shrieks and yells. However, suddenly Alba twisted, flinging a desperate kick at the Devil Cat's head. Francisca saw it coming in time to duck away, but in doing so she had to release her grip, throwing herself into a swift roll away.

She came to a halt on all fours like a cat, staring hungrily at Alba's youthful frame that was just begging for her to overwhelm it. She shot upright, prowling around the dancer with a feral smile on her beautiful features.

"That the best you got, girl?" she taunted. "C'mon, we gotta dance better than that."

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia had been crying out in pain from the belly claw, tears starting to form in her eyes until she fortunately got Francisca to release her after throwing an errant kick at her! It didn't connect, but it gave Alba the relief she was begging for.

As she saw her opponent fiercely watch her and taunt her, Garcia would take that opportunity to scoot back, lower lip trembling in worry as she grabbed a hold of the ropes when she got there, using them to pull herself up while she held her stomach. "Just... Just please give me some time, first," asked the Spaniard, hoping she could get some time to recover, and then maybe she could do something to come back in this match.

[arktriumph]

Francisca pouted as Alba struggled to her feet, the dancer clearly out of her depth in this match. Not that that was the Devil Cat's problem. She was here to win matches, not take pity on useless jobbers.

"Girly, it doesn't work that way," she purred dangerously, strutting across the ring towards Alba, hips swaying enticingly from side to side as she went. "You wanna be in the LAW ring, you gotta be ready, eh?" She approached slowly, like a predator approaching helpless prey until she was standing just inches away from the unfortunate jobber. One hand shot out, grabbing Alba by the jaw.

Then she jammed her lips into Alba's, forcing her tongue into the other woman's mouth savagely, shoving her body against Alba's to trap her against the ropes for a long moment. When she broke the kiss, Francisca would step back, attempting to grab Alba's arm as she did and rip the woman away from the ropes, trying to send her into an Irish whip.

[Dubski]

Alba was reeling from the stomach hold. She felt a little sick and she was already tired from the match, and it appeared her opponent wasn't going to show any pity on her either. With a pout, Alba backed herself against the ropes as Francisca walked up and then planted her with a liplock. Garcia looked stunned at first, before she would then attempt to worthlessly push back against the violation! But when Francisca broke the kiss, she whipped Alba away immediately!

The dancer's heart pounded, both from the kiss and from the fact that she was bounding right back towards the Devil Cat. This was her chance to do something in this match. With all of her focus, Alba would attempt to leap up when she got close in hopes of blasting Francisca Herrera with a dropkick to the chest!

[arktriumph]

Everything was going according to plan for the Devil Cat. The unfortunate dancer didn't seem to have much wrestling skill and it was showing, as Francisca made a mockery of her efforts up and down the ring. She slung Alba into an Irish Whip and waited confidently as her feeble adversary went bouncing off the ropes and came hurtling back towards her. What she hadn't expected, however, was Alba to leap into a dropkick to counter the Devil Cat's momentum!

"AUGHHH!" the curvy Costa Rican yowled in surprise as Alba's dropkick caught her in the bust, flattening the lecherous luchadora to the canvas. Cursing and clutching at her aching chest with both hands, Francisca tried to roll away and scramble to her feet before the dancer could press her brief advantage.