Francisca "Devil Cat" Herrera vs Isaiah "The Prophet" Bowen - End of the Road

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Francisca stuffed her boot against Isaiah's throat with a grin, pushing hard and relishing his thrashing about. She would shut him up for good now, and seal herself an easy win in the process. The referee watched on as the Devil Cat's long, muscular leg did it's work.

However, it seemed she'd underestimated the Prophet, and with a surprising burst of strength he shoved hard against her leg, dislodging the Costa Rican from her hold and sending her tumbling backwards. She only just managed to stay upright, her head whipping around into a glare. Not wanting to let him escape, she attempted to leap at him, trying to stop him getting out of the corner by simply flinging herself against him!

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Isaiah was starting to stir when he saw the Devil Cat flinging herself at him. He instinctively darted out of the way, forcing his opponent to eat turnbuckle. Isaiah had once feared the Devil Cat, now, he pitied her. She's letting her rage get the better of her. Still, faith endures. Isaiah got behind her with a sleeper...

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Francisca's fiery nature proved to be her undoing as she hurled herself at Isaiah, only for the Prophet to dodge her wild lunge and leave her to go crashing into the turnbuckle front first. She let out a grunt of surprise as her shapely frame was splayed into the corner, and before she could recover her male adversary struck.

"NGHHH!" she blurted wordlessly as Isaiah caught her in a sleeper hold. The Devil Cat pawed at his grip, her body jerking and bucking desperately as she tried to escape.

[SimplePride]

Isaiah tightened the hold for a while, but, soon realized a problem: This was a submission match, and if the Devil Cat was knocked out in this hold, she couldn't tap. So, as much as he hated to do it, he let her go, letting her crash to the canvas, "Who's the puta now?" he mocked, getting into a fighting stance...

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Francisca bucked in Isaiah's grip, vision blurring as the sleeper did its work, but eventually the Prophet released her, shoving the Devil Cat unceremoniously forward to crash to the canvas. Gasping for breath, she flushed angrily at his taunts, struggling back to her feet and turning to face him.

"You're mouth's gonna get you in trouble," she sneered before surging forward, attempting to scoop Isaiah up into a spinebuster and slam him to the mats.

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"It's your mouth that got you into this mess" Isaiah replied as Francisca got back up to her feet. As he had observed earlier, her rage and hate was blinding her, but, that didn't stop Isaiah from soon being airborne, as the Devil Cat soon had him over her shoulders in a spinebuster. Isaiah could do nothing but allow it to happen, and was plunged into the mat with a loud crash. He laid there for a while, clutching his back.

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Francisca snorted derisively at Isaiah's words, just before planting him into the mats with a spinebuster. With the male wrestler laid out temporarily, she shuffled backwards, falling into a sitting position opposite him. Reaching forward, she entwined their legs together in a figure 4 leg lock before leaning back again, wrenching the hold as hard as she could to exert some extra pain on her foe.

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Isaiah soon felt the Devil Cat's legs twisting his, and soon found himself in a figure 4 leg lock. Isaiah grunted as his legs were folded like a pretzel. Isaiah looked over at her opponent, who had a stern look on her face, he soon had a slight smile on his face, as much as he hated to admit it, Francisca was gorgeous, and most would pay a good amount of money to be in this situation. Still, faith endured, as he began the process of untangling his legs from the Devil Cat's...

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Francisca pulled hard at the submission hold but to her surprise, she noticed a slight smile creasing the corners of Isaiah's mouth as he looked at her. She scowled more deeply, glowering at the male wrestler.

"Think this is a joke?" she panted with effort as she tried to maintain the hold, but soon Isaiah began working himself free, leaving her surprised and flustered by the lack of real effect her move had had on the Prophet. The Devil Cat scrambled to her feet, taking up her wrestling stance but hesitant at how to proceed...

[SimplePride]

"I'm having a good time, is that such a sin?" Isaiah replied as he, too got up. Isaiah could tell Francisca was getting flustered, what cruel irony, last time it was Isaiah who was flustered. Isaiah rushed over to the Devil Cat, and locked in Enduring Faith his new signature, a bearhug, hoping to squeeze out a submission from the Cat.