Battle in Black and White: Blanco Sombra vs. The Morrigan

[Luncha_Libre]

Still bright red, Holly chewed her lip and shifted on her feet. She was squirming, her tight little red dress shifting a bit on her body as she did so. Unfortunately, the action in the ring didn’t make her feel any better. Holly gasped as the match quickly turned against her man, whisping “Oh, no …” as Morrigan’s knee slammed into Blanco’s belly and folded him over.

“Mmmgh,” Blanco moaned, as his face was grinded against Morrigan’s ample breasts. The luchador tried to pull away, but the bigger woman had her arms around him, and she hoisted him up into a bearhug!

“Aaarrgh,” Blanco moaned as Morrigan ground him down, his body compressed against hers! “Ah!” Blanco gasped as Morrigan licked his neck, sending a chill down his spine, highlighting how helpless he was in her hold. Blanco’s limbs flailed pathetically as he tried to find escape, but Morrigan quickly fell back and whipped him up and over with a belly to belly suplex.

“AAAGH!” Blanco screamed again as his back hit the canvas. Arching his spine, the luchador bridged up from the mat, hands on his aching lower back. Body pulled long and lean, visible tenting in his trunks from Morrigan’s combination of sensual and painful holds, Blanco looked like he was in trouble!

[BlackAkuma]

Blanco’s physical reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Morrigan. She’d been on the lookout for just this sort of thing, and after she sent the little man careering with her throw, she’d sat up, looked over her shoulder, and zeroed in on his lower, wanting to see if she was having the desired effect. Sure enough, there was the telltale sign that his body loved this despite his brain’s best efforts. Not too surprising - a dom always knew a good sub when she saw one.

Sabine noted it, too, though she divided her attention between the mat and Holly’s worried expression. She said nothing for now, content to watch her present company squirm in her tight red bodice, but despite her outward appearances, there was a slight concern in her mind. Confidence was a good thing, and Morrigan had it spades, but it was too easy to let such a strong position go to one’s head. Luchadors like Blanco excelled at comebacks, turning desperate situations to their favor with only a few well-timed moves, and a seasoned veteran such as he would no doubt be dangerous, even now. The match had only started, now was the time for Morrigan to press him, to hound him and hammer her advantage.

Instead, she rolled to her feet and sauntered over to the writhing Blanco, taking her time as she approached, keeping her gaze on his growing hardness. ”Getting up already, little man? We just started. I must really be your cup of tea, huh?”

She reached down, wrapped her hands around her skull, and lifted back up to his feet only to toss him into the corner. She moved in against him, pressing her body to his, sandwiching him between her and the pads.

It was a hot moment, with her grinding against his body, almost engulfing him with her curves, but it wouldn’t last for long, as she took a step back, grabbed him by the wrist, and sent him running to the opposite corner with an Irish Whip, making sure to put some solid power into the move bearing her nation’s name.

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco lay writhing on the mat for a moment, body arched in pain. The luchador tried to roll over, reaching out into the air for anything that could help him get up, but he was stranded in the middle of the ring. Holly chewed her lip as she watched her man groan in agony, hands clasped in front of her face.

“Come on, Mister,” Holly shouted, “get up, you got this! Please …” Holly’s eyes focused, however, on her man’s growing erection. Wrestling could lead to that, she knew, and Blanco’s ring gear didn’t do anything to hide it whenever it happened. Lord knows enough lewd things had happened to Holly in the ring that she couldn’t get jealous, but she still couldn’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment every time some woman did this to him …

Before Blanco could get up to his feet, Morrigan was on him again. Lifted up by his head, Blanco’s arms hung at his sides, his abs seething as he took deep breaths. He readied himself to react, muscles tensing, but before he could make a move Morrigan tossed his body into the corner!

“Agh!” Blanco grunted as he hit the turnbuckle, wrapping his arms over the top rope to keep himself from falling. “I-I don’t think’s that … a wrestling hold …” Blanco gasped, as Morrigan pressed her larger body into him, pinning him against the corner. Getting harder, having the air ground out of him, Blanco struggled to keep his breath as he writhed against her, his firm body pressed flush against her larger figure, pinning him down. In a flash, however, she had him by the wrist, whipping him into the corner! Blanco cleared the length of the ring in seconds, turning so his back hit the turnbuckle. He hung there a moment, his pained body just dangling from the ropes, while he shook his head and struggled to get his bearings.

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan had thoroughly enjoyed the feel of Blanco’s body up against her, all the rubbing and pressing and their mixing sweat. When it came to men, she liked them more petite and athletic, with a bit of cuteness added in - those were the most fun to toss around, after all. Blanco gained extra points for the mask, too, adding a sense of mystery, and she was enjoying the taste of cuckolding that came from having his woman at ringside. After she sent him off running, she threw a glance Holly’s way and blew her a kiss before focusing back on what mattered: wrecking her man.

Sabine smirked at the sight but kept quiet, content to pay more attention to Holly, observing her and noting her distress. She was familiar enough with the woman to know that this was hardly her first time in such a scenario. It was inevitable in LAW, which made the ringside area an odd place for a partner.

”Steel yourself, Holly. I’m sure your love will be fine.” Sabine put her elbows up on the apron and tented her fingers as she looked on, watching as Morrigan prepared the next stage of her attack. ”Keep the faith strong.”

The Morrigan stood poised in her corner, looking across the ring as Blanco writhed at the opposite end. Easy prey. She licked her, took a moment to breathe deep and psyche up, then took off like a rampaging bull across the ring, picking up a frightening amount of momentum. She waited until the last second before impact to spend it all as she leaped up, spun about, and tried to ram her ass in his face with a deadly hip attack, a simple move made devastating with her size and athleticism.

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco took a deep breath, broad chest heaving as he filled his lungs. Blanco gripped the top rope for stability, hanging there for dear life as he lifted his head to look for Morrigan. The dominant woman was positioned across the ring, looking like she was about ready to crush the luchador against the turnbuckle. Shaking his head, Blanco bit his lip, fingers tensing around the ropes.

At ringside, Holly shook her head. She looked Blanco up and down, eyes lingering on his tight trunks for a long moment before she shook her head. The Brit had seen Blanco take numerous poundings from male and female opponents over the years, and generally he bounced right back. When the opponent was a thick and dominant as Morrigan, however, it always made her heart jump into her throat.

Blanco’s eyes widened as Morrigan started to bound across the ring, the mat rocking with every step. Blanco gripped the ropes, waiting until the last possible second before he spun out of the corner, still gripping the rope, letting Morrigan land hard against the corner turnbuckle! When she made impact, Blanco would jump up, swinging his foot with all the force he could muster. Using his grip on the rope for leverage, Blanco fired off a rope-assisted enquigiri kick straight to Morrigan’s face!

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine merely sighed as she watched Morrigan come bounding across the ring with the force of a speeding locomotive and all the subtlety of one, as well. Her tag partner had unmatchable energy and would never mark that as a negative, but she was still learning the best way to utilize it. There was a time to press one’s advantage and a time to step back and assess. A hard lesson to learn, though she suspected Morrigan was about to endure a lesson, whether she wished to or not.

Sure enough, Blanco was not so winded as to not be able to avoid the clear and present danger heading towards him, and he managed to avoid the hellacious hit, giving Morrigan nothing but pads for her ass to crash into. Her generous ass didn’t give her nearly enough padding to take such a hit, and she wound up taking it all on her tailbone, a hellish impact that traveled up her spine. ”Fuck!”

That would have been bad enough by itself, but she wound up taking a kick to the face on the way down, smacking her right across the nose. She landed on wobbly feet and would’ve fallen flat if she hadn't managed to grab the middle rope. Instead, she fell to her knees and leaned on it for support, shaking her head as she gazed out into the audience with glossy eyes.

Sabine, for her part, showed her appreciation with a small round of applause. ”An excellent turnaround. Blanco’s enziguiri is quite sharp, in particular.” She turned to Holly and leaned her way, coming right to the edge of her personal space. ”I would guess the time spent off had no shortage of training, correct?”

[Luncha_Libre]

Coming down to both feet after his kick, Blanco took a moment to admire his handiwork. The dominant Morrigan was stunned in the corner, giving Blanco just a moment to catch his breath. Blanco smiled, as he took just a moment to enjoy Morrigan being on her heels for a moment ...

"He just getting started," Holly said, bugging her chest. The British Bombshell sounded a tad smug, but her face betrayed how relieved she was. "Blanco had trained for boots like your his whole life, so I hope your girl is ready for him!"

Reaching out, Blanco took Morrigan by the wrist and twisted it, getting her in a wrist lock as he dragged her up and out of the corner. With his free hand, Blanco reeled back before bringing his hands down hard for a massive chop across Morrigan's ample bust, a stinging blow that wouldn't help the situation in his trunks, but one he hoped would knock the wind out of her!

Then, Blanco pulled Morrigan out of the corner so he could jump up to the ropes. Bouncing from one side to the other, dancing around the turnbuckles from the second to top rope. Then, Blanco would take a twisting leap over Morrigan, pulling her arm and trying to fling her body across the ring with a springboard arm drag!

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan shook her head, trying to get some sense back into her skull, as she reeled from Blanco’s blow. She had taken harder hits in her life, but as they said in boxing, sometimes it wasn’t the hardest hits that rocked you - it was the ones you didn’t see coming. He’d taken her wholly off guard with that strike, the worst kind of blow at the worst possible moment, leaving her seeing stars.

But she could recover, could get her shite together. Just needed a few seconds.

Seconds that Blanco wasn’t giving her.

Sabine chuckled at Holly’s newfound confidence as her partner moved into continue his offensive. ”I don’t think he’s quite prepared for my boots.” She stuck her leg out and put one of them on display, still shining from the work one of her slaves had done this morning. ”But his experience makes him more than a match for Morrigan, I’ll give him that/. Now we’ll see how well she swims in the deeper waters.”

So far, prospects weren’t promising, as he captured her arm and twisted it about, pulling her up and letting fly with a stinging chop. While he might have lacked the raw power that she had brought to the move, he had the speed to spare, and that made for a harsh impact on her skin. She cried out again and fell back as he left her proud chest reddened. He kept her trapped, too, as he leaped up on the ropes, bounding about with ease, perfectly at home in the air. ”Ah, fuck, what are you-”

He unfinished question was answered when he came down and sent her flying, dropping her with a better version of the same move that had laid her out at the start of the match. The Morrigan went flying and came down for a sloppy crash on her back, one that she rolled up out of with an undignified stumble. ”Cheeky little-”

She came rushing at him and threw out a wild haymaker, but it was a hasty, haphazard maneuver, delivered while her world was still spinning from the arm drag.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly spared a glance at Sabine’s boots and couldn’t help but be impressed with the shine on them. For as … bold, and frankly intimidating, as the way that woman carried herself, Holly couldn’t deny there was something deeply impressive about her. Before she could stare too much, however, Holly’s attention snapped back to the ring with the crash of Morrigan’s body hitting the canvas and the resulting stumbling about! Clapping excitedly, Holly was suddenly fixated on the action in the ring.

Rolling out of his throw, Blanco kipped up to his boots and looked Morrigan up and down. The bigger woman was clearly not used to being thrown around, at least not by smaller men, and that was no shock. She was no less forceful than ever though, but luckily Blanco was more than ready for her wild haymaker. Ducking low, Blanco went below Morrigan’s swinging arm and rushed past her. The luchador cleared the ring in a couple wide steps, turning to hit the ropes. The burst of momentum and the rebound of the ring ropes sent him hurtling at Morrigan with great momentum, hopefully allowing him to close the distance again before she could regain her bearings!

Reaching Morrigan, Blanco hopped upward, swinging his legs hard to get them up and around her neck. Landing with his thighs around her neck, crotch to her face, Blanco’s momentum carried around as he spun the both of them, twisting mid-air. Upper body coming back down, Blanco threw his shoulders back, popped his hips, and tried to throw Morrigan through the air once again with a head scissor takedown!

[BlackAkuma]

Swing and a miss. ”Shite!”

Sabine looked on as Morrigan continued to flounder, increasingly out of their element. This was similar to what they experienced whenever they sparred. While the Irishwoman had a nigh limitless pool of power at her disposal, she tended to falter when brought out of her comfort zone, when forced to deal with new things that she had no clear answer for. Sabine could rarely stand up to her in a head-on encounter, but the more unorthodox maneuvers never failed to leave her flailing.

This quirk was on full display as Morrigan swung out, caught nothing but air, and nearly fell back down from her overenthusiastic swing, investing far too much in the attack. By the time she managed to get her head clear, Blanco was already on her, soaring through the air, capture her head, and sending her flying.

It was an astonishing sight to see, such a small man hurling a woman with such a sizeable weight advantage, and the crowd showed their appreciation with a quick round of applause. The Morrigan, for her part, was much less enthused as the unwilling participant. She hit the canvas on her back and kept rolling, a path that her all the way under the ropes and had her flopping down to the floor, not too far from Sabine’s shiny feet.

With a sigh, the Red Baroness began to back up, giving her partner space as she groggily rose to her feet. She motioned for Holly to do the same, incase it wasn’t clear. ”You might want to take a few steps back.”