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

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Theta had to admit, Francisca was as advertised, though not in a good way. He was warned that Francisca was a flirty individual who was smoking hot and knew it, even though she wore a mask for whatever reason. Theta would continue the claw hold for a few minutes, and soon released the hold. He had never seen anyone submit to a stomach claw, and Theta didn't have the finger strength to make his opponent submit. Theta soon had a perverted thought, he smiled, turned Francisca over on her side, and smacked her right on the butt, "I have a feeling I'm gonna regret that, but I couldn't resist..." Theta said as he stood up, ready to meet his foe...

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Francisca let out a shrill frustrated growl as Theta held the belly claw for a long moment, maximising the pain he could get on the luchadora. She pushed at his wrist, legs kicking, and eventually he released the grip. She gasped in relief, but Theta wasn't quite finished. He rolled the Costa Rican beauty to her side and laid a suggestive spank across her rear!

"HEY!" she squealed shrilly, rolling away from Theta as he stood up. A scowl crossed her face as she scrambled to her feet. "Oh, you'll regret it already, pretty boy." Eager to get her own back on the male wrestler, Francisca darted forward and trying to aim a vicious chop at her adversary's chest!

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Theta didn't even have time to think when Francisca charged at his with a vicious chop to the chest, sending him backwards into the corner and he soon found himself seated at the corner, "I...deserved...that..." Sailor admitted through his pants. He took observation of where he was and saw that he was in a familiar place. Theta had been stinkfaced more times then he could count in the Japanese indies, for some reason, everyone wanted to tease the femboy. Not that he minded it all that much, and knowing what his current opponent was about, he prepared to go back down Memory Lane...

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Francisca's chop was hard and fast enough to send Sailor Theta stumbling backwards, the foolish femboy having riled the Devil Cat now after his ill-advised spank to her rear. She grinned deviously as he collapsed into a sitting position after the simple move, his balance and endurance clearly lacking in this match up.

"You deserve a little more, pretty boy," the curvy Costa Rican sneered as she advanced like a predator descending on her prey. "You like the look of my ass, eh? Maybe you'd like a close up."

Still grinning, in a single smooth motion the Devil Cat pivoted and stepped back, mashing her pert rear into Sailor Theta in a humiliating, teasing stinkface!

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Theta sighed as Francisca approached and teased him, "Go ahead, lady, it's not like you are the first to do this too me, and, judging from what I know about LAW so far, you definately won't be the last..." Theta replied in an almost bored, defeated tone. Sure enough, he found himself being smothered in the plump ass of the Devil Cat, not that he minded it all that much, as certain parts of his anatomy showed. When she finished, Theta rested his head on his arms in a bored stance, "What's next, are you going to spank me, oh Beacon of Originality?" Theta hissed in a bored tone...

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The Devil Cat relished the feeling of grinding her rear into Sailor Theta's face - the male wrestler barely seemed to struggle, resigned to his fate. After satisfying herself she stood and turned to examine the results of her handiwork. However, what she found was a thoroughly bored looking individual. He was even mocking her after the exchange.

Francisca raised an eyebrow at the apparent unconcern of her male foe after the stinkface she visited upon him. Then she realised the poor fool was in this position so often that he seemed to have gotten used to it. A shrill giggle slipped from her lips as she made the connection.

"Oh, baby, you're just too cute," she tittered as she approached Theta once more. "Guess you just love being on the receiving end eh? Or at least, part of you does." With that she would snap out her arms, attempting to grab him by the ankles and yank him out of the corner. If she managed that, she would then flip him onto his front, bending the femboy into a painful Boston Crab submission.

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Theta would blush slightly at being called cute, "You're not the first to tell me that either...AYE!" Theta yelped as he found himself being yanked from the corner and flipped over in a Boston crab. Theta yelped when the pressure on his back began to take effect, but, he wasn't going out with out a real fight, almost as soon as the pain hit, he began the process of crawling toward the ropes in order to break the hold. Theta may look like a girl, but, he'll fight like a man...

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It seemed that Theta still had a bit of energy left in him as he attempted to crawl his way loose of Francisca's expert Boston Crab. She strained to hold him in place but it was awkward to maintain the leverage and she knew it wouldn't be long before he reached the ropes.

Not wanting to let him get away so easily, the Devil Cat opted for a more devious tactic, releasing one of his legs to reduce the hold to a half Boston Crab. However, that freed up one of her hands to take advantage of Sailor Theta's exposed position as she grabbed a hold of his crotch, groping the male wrestler in an attempt to catch him by surprise!

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Theta continued his crawl to the ropes when he felt the Devil Cat release one of his legs, This told Theta he was making leeway in breaking the hold, however, his face immediately turned crimson as Francisca grabbed his crotch in an attempt to fluster the Sailor. It somewhat worked, as for a short time, Theta paused for a minute, then, in a fit of frustration, retorted, "If you think of me in that way, the least you can do is buy me a drink first..." Theta, even though he was clearly a bit taken aback, still managed to reach the ropes, forcing the break...

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Francisca snorted derisively at Theta's attempted quip as she helped herself to groping the reeling male's bulge. A smirk crossed her face at his words.

"You should buy me a drink," she laughed. "Not everyone gets this treatment for free."

Despite her success with getting under the skin of the femboy, Francisca didn't stop him from reaching out to catch the ropes, forcing her to break the hold. Pouting, she gave his crotch one last teasing stroke before dumping her opponent's lower half unceremoniously to the canvas, strutting back out to the centre of the ring and blowing kisses to the crowds while she waited for Sailor Theta to pick himself up.