Noloty Malche v Soledad Vega

[Luncha_Libre]

Soledad smirked as her slap rang out through the arena. It was a catty shot, but Sola wasn’t in the mood to pretend to be a nice girl. The latina street fighter soaked in the moment, loving how a good slap across the face could shock and shame an opponent, such a simple shot that could often have a strong psychological effect. Sola smirked as the fans boo’d her cheap shot, before she tossed her hair and turned her attention back to Noloty … too late!

“Aaah!” Sola cried out as Noloty’s chop came down right across her big round breasts! They bounced and jiggled with the impact, and Sola reeled. Scowling, she prepared to fire back, but Noloty cut her off with a sharp punch to the gut! “HHHGN!” Sola groaned as her abs were collapsed by the punch, doubling her over and making her an easy target for a headlock!

“D-dammit,” Sola grunted, head trapped in Noloty’s arm. She could feel her tender breast grinding against Noloty’s ample rack, as she squirmed in the hold. The latina quickly wrapped her arms around Noloty’s waist, grappling with her. Sola could feel her cheeks burning as she tried to breathe, struggling against her foe in this firm hold! Popping her round ass out, Sola tried to back away from her foe’s body, but Noloty was now in firm control.

[Taskmaster12]

Soledad so far seemed just as interested in showing off to the crowd as she did winning the match. Noloty’s attention wasn’t nearly as divided so in her moment of showboating she was paid back and forced to play things her way. Soledad finally started to take things seriously after getting suckered in like that grabbing Noloty’s waist but Noloty didn’t have to worry too much she knew that she was still controlling things. “Now be honest you wish you could be buried a little further in here right?” Noloty punctuated her question by shaking her boobs and pressing Soledad’s face further into them. But she had wasted too much time wanting to get into a bit of dominance Noloty would start squeezing harder on the head and slowly looking to bring them both down, trying to separate the grip Soledad bad around her waist. Her plan would involve getting enough space so that in one swift motion she could change the headlock so that she was squeezing around the head and hook it with one arm while pushing her other arm in and hooking that around Soledad’s armpit. Then she could use the arm and pull down on the head to to attempt to tip Soledad over and force her to the mat back first where Noloty had free reign on her cute victim for the night.

[Luncha_Libre]

Sola tried to keep herself locked up to Noloty’s body, despite the other woman’s grip on her head. The latina street fighter grunted and started to blush, her face grinding against Noloty’s ample boobs as she sank into them. “MMmffrr ffk!” Sola’s curses were muffled with her lips pressed flush against Noloty’s bosom, keeping her locked down. Sola wasn’t used to feeling outclassed by the curves of the women she fought, but Noloty was able to put her to shame in one category, bringing out Sola’s catty side. Unfortunately for her, however, Sola was unable to see what Noloty was doing, even if they couldn’t separate. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem that Noloty needed to, as she shifted her grip, twisted around Sola’s body, then whipped her to the mat!

“AAGH!” Sola grunted loudly as her back hit the canvas. Sola arched her back in pain, grimacing miserably as she tried to twist and writhe out of Noloty’s grip. Her toned abs flexed and seethed as she fought to keep her breath. “Bitch!” Sola hissed, trying to get her hands on Noloty and push away. Sola’s scowl only deepend as she fought back, though, knowing too well that Noloty was fully in control of her, at the moment!

[Taskmaster12]

The positioning favored her now and Noloty would aim to keep it that way by sending Soledad to the floor where she was on bottom. One swift motion out Soledad in the worst possible position and meant she would be need to find some way to bridge while Noloty kept her head and would pull it up to make it hard for Soledad to use while slowly getting to the side of her. “I guess all those street fights left you I’ll prepared for actual wrestling didn’t it? I have you right where I want you.” Noloty would emphasize her point by getting her legs across one of Soledad’s arms and then trying to lay across her chest pinning her down so that she could grab her other arm. Making a cross between them on the ring and capturing both arms while laying on her chest trapping Soledad and letting Noloty has free reign.

[Luncha_Libre]

“F-fuck you,” Sola spit, as she struggled to come up from the bottom, “you don’t know anything about where I’m from!” Soledad’s face showed the frustration visibly, adding to her embarrassment, but Noloty was in full control. “AH!” Sola cried out as Noloty locked her arm with the leg scissor, then came down across her chest to pin her to the mat!

”ONE!”

The ref started a count, and a visibly frustrated Soledad started to squirm. The latina street fighter dug her heels into the mat, and thrust up with her powerful hips. With Noloty’s soft body sinking into Sola’s ample chest, her best bet was to try and roll her off such a soft surface. Bridging hard, Sola thrust her midsection toward the sky and tried to roll Noloty off, going up onto her head to complete the bridge and get her shoulders off the canvas.

[Taskmaster12]

Noloty wanted to enjoy beating Soledad up. Who could blame her with a body like that? It was just begging for anyone to come and out and put their hands all over every part of her. Pinning her arms to the mat and pressing down on her chest she would watch her frustrated prey struggle while she kept herself busy. “What the streets? I know all about that vulgar setting. I rose above it while you embraced it. Now look what happened between us. Look at who’s in the better position. You dress like a top but we both know you love being the bottom.” The insults flew now that she knew how effective they were against Soledad with Noloty’s big plan to make the embodiment of sexiness she had trapped mess up big time so she could let her have it. Her first attempt at winning this match failed with a simple bridge, the effectiveness with which she did it forcing Noloty at an angle that allowed gravity to try and peel her off Soledad and Noloty followed before she was forced off. Sliding back up to her feet soon after to watch what her opponent did next. “Now how are we supposed to really get to knock each other if your pushing me away?”

[Luncha_Libre]

“The hell do you mean ‘rose above,’ you judgemental bitch!” Soledad spat, face burning as she struggled against Noloty. Soledad groaned loudly as she thrust her midsection up, sliding out from beneath Noloty. The dominant woman broke her hold and released Soledad, allowing her to get up. Despite being winded, Soledad kipped up to her feet. Her free hair whipped around her shoulders wildly as she turned back to face her opponent, raising her hands up in a guard. Sola looked Noloty up and down, sizing her up. The girl was confident, and why shouldn’t she be? Sola wiped some sweat from her furrowed brow. In her anger, she was taking deep breaths, breasts already glistening with sweat threatening to burst out of her top.

In her current state, Sola wasn’t about to sit back and think of a plan. Instead, the latina street fighter threw herself into combat again, rushing forward with a few quick steps before launching a knee strike right at Noloty’s trim belly. Sola’s form was fast, but solid. The young fighter was angry, but not stupid. Sola threw her full weight behind her attack, body twisting at the hip as she threw a devastating blow right at the core of her opponent while keeping herself balanced and measure … for now, at least. The fiery young woman was riled up, her coolness cracking, and she wanted to make Noloty pay for that!

[Taskmaster12]

It seemed her words had touched a nerve or Soledad was enjoying her bottom position more then she was letting on given her face went a cute red flush before she was able to force her off. Noloty went with it not wanting to be thrown on her head but now that Soledad was free she had to be careful. Both women found their footing again with Soledad looking worse off between them. Noloty was thinking up a way to rile her further when she was rushed by her opponent. “I guess your not in the mood for an explanation?” Soledad didn’t stop instead rushing her mid taunt and going for a knee when she was expecting a tackle. Noloty’s hands were up to try and catch her by the shoulders from the incorrect assumption and it was her belly that paid the price. “Oopph.” the knee hit at full force with Soledad’s full weight behind it and pushing through its target while Noloty’s face showed nothing but pain and shock for the first time in the match. Spitting out and tumbling back her hands quickly hugged her belly with a grimace. She was going to pay for that. One way or another.

[Luncha_Libre]

Sola threw everything she had into the knee strike, thrusting with all the anger and frustration that had been building up thus far. The effort cut Noloty’s offense off, giving Soledad an opening and drawing disappointed jeers from Noloty’s fans in the crowd. Sola whipped her hair, wiping some sweat from her chest as she watched the woman recoil.

“Oh, no you don’t, bitch!” Sola snapped, grabbing Noloty by the arm and pulling her back. Sola then brought a hand up and swung down with all her might to smack Noloty’s ample breasts with a hard, flesh-searing chop! If she could land that, Sola would then pull back, using her leverage on a winded Noloty to Irish whip the poor woman toward the ropes, sending her bounding into them. Sola would turn with her opponent, then, watching her head toward the ropes in hopes of making her rebound backward.

Not in shape to follow, Sola would let Noloty come back to her, legs and glutes flexed and ready to pounce. When Noloty was in range, Sola would leap into the air, ready to pounce on her with a Thesz press that would have Sola’s ample bust smacking her opponent in the face before crashing her down to the mat with Sola on top!

[Taskmaster12]

After spending most of this match getting humiliated by Noloty Soledad was going hard to make her pay for the words and actions of the rising star. She hadn’t even taken a few steps before Soledad pulled on her and brought her back close just to send her slightly back when she sent an a chest crushing chop to Noloty’s teets. “Yyeeoow!” The crowd winded hearing that one. Soledad clearly wasn’t playing around. Once again Noloty was allowed a few steps before she was grabbed her arm being pulled off her chest while she was tending to it and whipped into the ropes. Noloty ran and bounced off the ropes running into the flying Latina who tackled her in the air. Knocking her down and leaving Noloty to be trapped in a faceful of Sola’s own breasts when she landed. “Bligh. Get these silicone honkers off me!” She struggled of course turning her head to the side so the boobs were only partially blocking her vision while smothering her to resist but after the collision she wasn’t getting Soledad off her with such half-hearted struggling. Most would be envious of being stuck under such a catch. Noloty found no such fortune, only annoyance.