Alisha Grace vs Blanco Sombre

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco flailed in front of Alisha for a moment, stumbling on wobbly feet with the wind knocked out of his body. The luchador barely got a chance to look up at the dominant Indian Amazon before she was on top of him again. Blanco felt her chest against his back as she snaked her arms between his legs and around his shoulders, hefting him up. His eyes widened, realizing what he was in for.

“N-no, no!” Blanco cried out, as Alisha hefted him up. “Noooo!” Blanco called out, panicking just as Alisha hurled him down toward the waiting ring mat! “AAAAARGH!” Blanco screamed as his back hit the canvas, bouncing loudly. Blanco grimaced, arching his spine upward as his hands nursed the agony in his lower back. Blanco gasped for air, shaking his head, utterly powerless now at the feet of his opponent. He tried to roll away clumsily, but knew that he was fully in the power of his buxom opponent!

[PrinceArjuna332]

Throwing Blanco down onto the mat with a body slam, Alisha knew that this would be her moment to attack her opponent with a much devastating move. Standing over the luchador's body, she would then bend down and pick him up, looking to put him onto her shoulders, getting him into a fireman's carry, displaying her strength for all to see.

"Consider this a great honor. It's not everyday you can see a woman carry a man like this," Alisha said, smiling slyly as she carried her opponent around on her shoulders. Then, she would complete the set up of her plan as she would throw Blanco forward, making sure that he would face downward so that she could bring him belly-first onto her propped knee, hitting him with a fireman's carry gutbuster!

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco was fumbling around the mat as Alisha stood over him dominantly, unable to do anything as the Indian amazon pulled him up and splayed him over her shoulders in the fireman’s carry. Blanco grimaced, beneath his mask. It was humiliating enough to be manhandled like this by stronger male opponents but having the buxom Indian beauty parade him around like this was something he wouldn’t forget any time soon!

Of course, the worst was yet to come, as Alisha finished taunting the smaller man, then hurled him forward for a gutbuster across her knee! “AAAAARGH!” Blanco cried out as his abs were crushed on Alisha’s leg, forcing him to roll clumsily off her. Gasping for air and kicking the mat, the luchador tried to roll away from his powerful opponent, gasping for air.

[PrinceArjuna332]

After carrying Blanco around on her shoulders in a fireman's carry, Alisha then brought the luchador down onto her propped knee, hitting him with a fireman's carry gutbuster. She smiled when she felt the impact of Blanco's abs hitting her knee. Still, it looked like her opponent wasn't going to stay down as he tried to roll away from her.

"Now, now... you can't leave me hanging just like that, you know?" Alisha purred as she would approach her opponent, making sure that he wouldn't go far before she could reach him. She would bend down, showing off her ample tush for the cameramen to focus on before she grabbed onto Blanco's body, looking to pull him back up. She would make sure that he was doubling over before her so that she could bring his head between her sweaty thighs as she planned to lift him up for a powerbomb.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aauughh,” Blanco moaned, clutching his aching abs and grimacing. The luchador tried to escape, but the larger Indian woman was on top of him in seconds. Getting manhandled like this by an opponent was generally humiliating enough, but when it was a statuesque woman showing her ass off playfully to the camera, it seemed especially embarrassing …

“Aaargh,” Blanco groaned, realizing he had much bigger problems, suddenly. Alisha’s strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him up. His arms flailed side to side as she got him into position, then flipped the masked man up onto her shoulders. Blanco looked around realizing too late what was about to befall him.

“N-no, nono!” Blanco shook his head in protest tried to tighten his body for a counter, but Alisha had left him too winded. Despite his struggles, the luchador was hurled to the canvas for a powerbomb, the bigger woman splattering his back against the canvas. He bounced off, crying out and arching his spine in pain as he was left spread eagle and vulnerable before her!

[PrinceArjuna332]

Alisha throw Blanco's body as hard as she could with the powerbomb, and she heaved out a heavy breath, hoping that the move should do the trick. She would then look at the luchador's face, smiling at him as she would roll his lower body up, making sure that his shoulders were against the mat as she would go for a pinfall attempt.

"Don't worry. I can make it better for you..."

Winking at Blanco, Alisha would lean forward while rolling his body up, making sure to rest her ample breasts against his abs. She would keep looking at her opponent's face as she went on with the pinfall attempt, and the referee would count for the pin, slapping the mat next to them.

"ONE!"

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aaaugh,” Blanco moaned, arching his spine in pain after his body was plastered at Alisha’s feet. The luchador shook his head, unable to do more than stare at Alisha’s smiling face as she rolled him up onto his back. Blanco’s arms flopped against the canvas as the Amazonian Indian beauty topped him, her incredibly ample breasts smothering his body and squishing against his firm figure as he was trapped against the mat.

“TWO!” The ref called out, the slap snapping Blanco back to attention. Letting himself succumb now, hurting but warm and smothered beneath Alisha’s buxom figure, was tempting, but this was still a contest, and Blanco still intended to win!

“NO!” Blanco called out, rolling back on his shoulders and bucking his hips against Alisha’s chest. The lithe luchador twisted out of her grip just before the referee could come down for the third, fatal count. Gasping for air as he tried to roll to his side, Blanco was still alive in this contest, for now!

[PrinceArjuna332]

Alisha pinned her opponent, listening to the referee counting for the pin, but the luchador had proven that he wasn't out of the fight yet as he twisted to the side, breaking the pin before the referee could count up to three. This startled Alisha slightly, though she already expected that her opponent wouldn't go out easily as she would pick herself up, smiling slightly as she would reach down to Blanco, planning to pick him up as she rose up.

"My, aren't you quite resilient?" Alisha purred. "Be careful, heartthrob. You're gonna make me fall in love with you, ehe~" She winked at the man, teasing him as she would bring herself back up onto her feet, pulling Blanco alongside her. For the time being, she had no real plan in store for him, though she thought that Blanco was in no shape to attack her at the moment as she tried to come up with a move that could potentially end this match.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aaah,” Blanco moaned, chest rising and falling as he tried to replace the air in his lungs. Alisha was dominating him all over the mat, and the red-faced luchador knew he couldn’t take too many more hits like that from the Indian Amazon. As she pulled him up to his feet, Blanco’s arms dangled freely around, and his head shook lightly as she teased him. He winced, hating that the words were definitely getting a rise out of him, while Alisha managed to dominate him both physically and mentally.

Getting up, Blanco let the Indian beauty parade him around the ring, arms hanging at his side. Blanco’s shoulders heaved as he fought to breathe, his abs looking like they were seething, his body hanging in her grip. If Alisha thought he couldn’t fight back right now, she was totally right, and Blanco felt humiliated by that. However, if he could focus on recovery, taking deep breaths and letting his body recoup, maybe he had a chance. Alisha didn’t seem to be in a hurry to put him down again, so Blanco let himself sink into her warm, statuesque figure, where he waited. Closing his eyes and trying to focus, Blanco would wait to see how Alisha would attack him next, and how best he could try to counter it with his wide repertoire. When that time came, Blanco just hoped he could recover enough to pull it off, or this encounter would prove truly humiliating, indeed …

[PrinceArjuna332]

Pulling Blanco unimpeded, Alisha planned to hoist him up and place him right on her shoulders, lifting him up in a fireman's carry. She would showcase her strength by carrying her opponent on her shoulders, parading him around to tell everyone who was the most dominant force in the ring. She was thinking that Blanco was in no shape to fight back, and after a while, she would stand in the middle of the ring, preparing herself to launch her next attack on the luchador.

"You should feel lucky to be defeated by me..." Alisha said in a rather uncharacteristic boastful tone, though nobody could blame her for being so confident in herself for her dominance. She planned to bring Blanco down with a fireman's carry slam, hoping to keep him down even more before she could proceed to her finishing blow, where she could walk out of the ring victorious.