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

[SimplePride]

Sailor Theta would never admit to spacing out, but, that's exactly what happened as it appeared at first that Francisca wanted another lock up, understandable, given what happened last time, but, instead the Devil Cat got behind him with a waistlock. Sailor grunted as he struggled in the hold, as he knew that this particular hold led to bigger moves. Theta decided to try and counter with a headlock, hoping to make the Cat let go of her hold...Though, if he was being honest, a pretty girl hugging him wasn't all that bad...

[arktriumph]

Francisca smiled deviously as she slipped around Sailor Theta, pressing herself against him from behind as she squeezed him into a rear waistlock. Her hands clamped together, easing tantalizingly downward until they rested just centimetres from his crotch. She resisted the urge to go any further ... for now, knowing she needed to do at least some damage before she could really start putting this hapless rookie through the Devil Cat's treatment.

However, Theta was far from helpless in his current position, and she let out a grunt of surprise as he reached back, pulling her into a headlock and mashing the luchadora's masked face against the side of his chest. She snorted with frustration, trying to set her feet and change her grip on him. Releasing the waistlock, she instead hooked one hand around the back of his leg, the other taking an outside grip on his costume.

Thus positioned, she let out a yell of exertion as she tried to suplex the male wrestler backwards, hoping to slam him hard into the canvas on his back.

[SimplePride]

Despite Theta's best efforts, his worst case scenario had come to fruition, as he found himself going backwards in a suplex. He hit the mat with a loud thud, and tumbled forward until he was on his back. He sat up for a few seconds, watching the birdies tweet and fly around his head. After a while though, he came back to his senses. he looked up at the Devil Cat, who had a mischievous grin plastered over her face. "I always go easy on pretty girls, it's a weakness of mine..." Theta admitted to no one in particular. Theta wondered what this girl was going to do next...

[arktriumph]

Francisca smirked as Sailor Theta's words after she planted him into the canvas with her suplex, the rookie male not showing a lot of promise as a wrestler as far as she was concerned.

"Aw, is that what you tell yourself, cutie?" she mocked. "Maybe you just don't have the skills, eh?"

Then she pounced, laying her voluptuous body across his, attempting to hook her legs around his and splay them open, at the same time trying to grab his arms and hold them above his head as she shoved her ample breasts squarely into her prey's face!

[SimplePride]

Theta would be the last to admit this, but, he was kind of enjoying being teased, especially by someone as pretty to look at as Francisca was, but, this was a wrestling match, and it was pretty clear the Devil Cat wanted to win it, though it was also pretty obvious she was enjoying teasing the Sailor as well. Theta felt his legs being split and his hands restrained. Always a quick and dry wit, Theta said, "You're enjoying this, aren't y-hmph!" His sentence was cut off by Francisca's breasts smothering him. Theta's face turned beat red, and it was apparent that Theta's "little Sailor" was enjoying this a bit too much. Theta struggled in the hold, trying to wiggle free, but, for now, it seemed that he wasn't going anywhere...

[arktriumph]

Francisca rolled her eyes as she cut off Theta's attempt at a wisecrack, jamming her breasts into his face and forcing him deep into his cleavage, pinning her male adversary to the canvas with ease. A sly smile crawled across her face, however, when she felt a slight but unmissable tightening against her hips. The rookie was enjoying this more than he probably wanted to admit.

"Uh-oh," the Devil Cat crooned, deliberately gyrating her hips to grind herself over Sailor Theta's bulge. "Looks like someone likes getting all tangled up, eh cutie?" And with that she released her hold with her legs, attempting to stand and pull him with her, only to fling him into an Irish whip.

If she managed to bounce Sailor Theta off the far ropes, Francisca would leap at him as he came back, twisting her body in mid air and attempting to slam her voluptuous rear squarely into the male wrestler's face in a flying hip attack that would hopefully send him right back to the mats beneath her!

[SimplePride]

Theta wondered if the Cat would decided to smother him to death. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Francisca had other ideas. Theta found the hold loosen and found himself being pulled up to his feet, only to be yanked toward the ropes. Theta, not wanting to go out without a real fight, decided enough was enough. Theta was going to use the momentum from the ropes to attack the Devil Cat with a flying forearm, hoping to knock the Cat over. If this was successful, Theta decided it was his turn to do the teasing: As Francisca got up, Theta would pay homage to one of the Cat's most hated foes, he dropped to his knees with his arms spread, mirroring a certain Prophet of his opponent's past...

[arktriumph]

It turned out Francisca might have been having a little too much fun at Sailor Theta's expense. As she flung him into the ropes she felt supremely confident stepping forward, unconcerned that he would offer any resistance.

Then his forearm clattered into her chest.

"UNNGHHH!" she exclaimed in surprise and pain as she was knocked flat, taken off guard by his attack. She hit the canvas, rolling and grabbing at her breasts, eyes narrowing into a glare as she looked back. Then her anger twisted to confusion when she saw him kneeling, hands raised to the sky in a weirdly familiar gesture...

The Prohet!

"Oh, are you friends with that bible thumping crazy?" she snarled angrily, leaping to her feet, cheeks flushing red. "Well you're gonna need more than help from upstairs if you think you're gonna win this match, pretty boy!"

[SimplePride]

Theta couldn't help but chuckle at Francisca's flustered face when reminded of her past folly, "It's not fun when you're the one getting teased, is it?" Theta said as he got up, "As for the Prophet, well, let's just say it's a long story that none of us have time for, on guard!" Theta yelled as he charged Francisca with another clothesline. If successful, Theta would grab his opponent's belly in a ab claw, hoping to not only wear the Cat down, but, also squeeze out a little frustration from the last few minutes of this match.

[arktriumph]

Flustered by the reminder of her none-too-impressive loss at the hands of Isaiah Bowden, Francisca stepped forward recklessly, putting herself right in Sailor Theta's path as he attacked. Her distraction proved costly as he came flying at her, catching the luchadora off guard.

"Unnghh!" Francisca blurted in surprise as Theta slammed a clothesline into the Devil Cat's bust, knocking her flat on her back as she was taken off guard by the male wrestler's sudden counter attack. She hit the ground, gasping for breath, only for him to follow up with a painful belly claw!

"AIGGHHH!" she squealed, grabbing at his wrist, legs kicking as she writhed around, arching her back. "Get off me you... gaaaahhh!"