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

[Luncha_Libre]

Morrigan's body hit the mat with a crash, and Blanco carried his momentum thru to roll up to his feet. Standing up, Blanco kept moving, knowing that the moment this surge of adrenaline faded, he was going to be in for a world of pain. Had to keep pushing thru.

Blanco hopped over the suffering Morrigan as she lay in the center of the ring. Running in pain was hard, running with your trunks barely containing a throbbing erection was even harder, but Blanco needed to focus! He moved in a flash to the ropes, jumping up and hitting them with his full weight.

Blanco's boots sank into the middle rope, and he gripped the top tightly for stability. Then, when the tension built enough to spring him back up, Blanco launched of the ropes and into a springboard moonsault! Lean body arching thru the air, Blanco flipped over completely, body coming down full force toward where Morrigan lay in the ring!

[BlackAkuma]

This wasn’t good, but it wasn’t beyond saving just yet. Sabine paced around the ring behind Holly, keeping her keen eye on the match, as it felt like they were entering the home stretch. The crowd was growing louder by the second, so they sensed it as well - Blanco could end this, could pull a victory out, but he needed to be careful. The Morrigan had turned things around once before, she could do so again. One good hit could do it. One mistake. One crushing blow, and it would all crumble.

Tense. Visceral. Energetic.

Yes, Sabine quite liked this.

The Morrigan couldn't say the same, not at the moment, as she wallowed on the mat. She was trying to recover and had just started to sit up when Blanco came crashing down on her from on high, dropping all his body weight on her chest and stabbing her with the throbbing manhood she’d helped create. That last part wasn’t likely intentional, but she took it as a slight, regardless.

There wasn’t much she could do about it at the moment, though, as she found herself stuck under Blanco, groaning, trying to deal with the pain.

[Luncha_Libre]

The fans erupted as Blanco's body slammed into Morrigan's with the moonsault. Blanco bounced off Morrigan with the impact, his abs seething with the force of it. Grimacing slightly, one of Blanco's hands went down to gently massage his manhood, which had unintentionally jabbed into Morrigan, but the moonsault had its intended effect. The raven-haired Irish woman was hurt, with Blanco looming over her.

The smart thing would have been to attempt a pin. It easy what Holly was sitting at him from ringside to do, right now, while he had the chance. Hurting or not, though, Blanco knew Morrigan wasn't just going to lie back and accept defeat at this point. So, Blanco pushed himself up to his feet, grabbed one of her legs to tuck under his arm, and got to work.

"You'll like this one," Blanco said, as he stepped over Morrigan and twisted her leg to roll the big woman onto her belly for the single leg Boston Crab! However, Blanco wouldn't leave it at that. Bracing Morrigan's leg with his free arm, her ankle tucked into his arm pit, Blanco opened his hand, and started delivering hard, repeated sharp spanks to Morrigan's trapped ass while working the hold!

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd cheered for Blanco, and Sabine found herself among their number, giving him a good round of applause at his valiant effort. ”See?” She approached Holly from the side, nodding along as he regained control of the match and found his stride. ”Morrigan’s power makes her a deadly foe, but all the strength in the world is no match for a calm, focused mind. Your man possesses that. My partner, not so much.”

The truth of her words bore out as he continued to press his advantage, rolling Morrigan over and applying a Boston Crab, opting for the more effective single-leg variant. The sight was comical, as the towering powerhouse of a woman was folded up by a man half his size, but the howling that came from her showed it was no joke - while she the brutish Irishwoman had many talents, flexibility had never been one of them, and her spine was in absolute revolt.

And all of that was before the spanking.

”Oi!” She cried out in surprise with the first hit, irritation with the second, and straight rage with the third. ”Oh, think you’re funny, huh?” She spat back as she dug her nails into the mat and dragged them towards the ropes. ”Just keep laughing, just keep laughing, cheeky little fucker…”

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly raised her arms high overhead to clap, joining the members of the audience in applauding Blanco's comeback effort ... and the heavy spanking that came along with it. However, she did cat a nervous glance toward the redhead next to her at ringside. The woman seemed quite chill for someone who's partner was currently on the receiving end of a brutal, not to mention humbling, submission hold. Did she know something Holly didn't?

In the ring, Blanco squirmed in his seat atop Morrigan's lower back. While the single leg variant was more painful, it was harder to control the opponent of they weren't already broken in.

Blanco felt Morrigan crawling toward the ropes, dragging him along. Instead of trying to stop her, Blanco simply focused on riding along. Shifting his feet, he kept his balance on top of her, moving along with her writhing body toward the ropes. Meanwhile, Blanco's hand kept smacking Morrigan's thick ass, reddening her cheeks. If he was honest, Blancowould have to admit, that was as much strategic as it was deeply, deeply satisfying after everything that had gone down in this match ...

[BlackAkuma]

he Morrigan didn’t mind pain. She was used to that. She’d been in more fights than she could count, endless brawls in endless pubs against endless dumbasses that though they could take her on and got their skulls bashed in because of it. She’d been bruised, broken bones, put through the wringer. Hell, after the shit that took her eye, it would take a supreme level of agony to come even close to reaching her peek.

But humiliation? That was something else. That was supposed to be her thing, what she made other suffer through, and having to endure it from anyone - much less a man that she’d been on the verge of fucking senseless just two minutes ago - was not her idea of a good time.

It wasn’t easy to come to grips with it, and it drove her forward, bit by bit until she made it to the ropes. She grabbed it tight and gave it a good shake, causing the referee come over to break the hold not a moment too soon, either, as her spine was rapidly reaching its limits.

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco could feel the writhing body beneath him and knew that it wouldn’t be long before Morrigan reached the rope. He milked the hold for as long as he could, working her joints and spine hard at a completely unnatural angle. His hand kept coming down on her thick ass as hard as he could manage until his own hand was stinging. When the Morrigan hit the ropes, however, and the referee started to call to break the hold, Blanco immediately released it.

Stepping off, Blanco rolled his arms to loosen up his muscles. He turned back toward Morrigan immediately, not wanting to take his eyes off the Irish woman for a moment, but he gave her space. The ref held out her hands to keep the two apart, and Blanco didn’t test limits trying to get closer. Instead, the luchador focused on catching his breath, and stretching out every lean, aching muscle in his body.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Blanco said, pacing in tight circles. “Wouldn’t recommend trying to take a seat, though …” He smirked, lowering his stance a bit. When Morrigan would start to get up, the luchador would get in a ready stance, and offer up his hands to lock up with his opponent once again. Having had a chance to recover slightly, Blanco was feeling much more ready to resume this bout.

[BlackAkuma]

Fun Fact: The Morrigan was a switch. Not many people knew that because she was bigger overall than most men, and when you added that in with the whole dominatrix bit, everyone naturally assumed that you only liked to be on top. But no, in rare instances, with the right partners, she could be the one on the cross, taking the whips, getting the candles dripped all over her gleaming body. She just had to be in the mood.

The Morrigan was not in the mood right now.

She had come to dominate, to crush, to fuck, and as she crawled towards the ropes while Blanco spanked her, she was anything but that. So, when he released the hold and backed off, she was, admittedly, a wee bit ticked.

”Motherfucker!”

Just a wee bit.

She punched the canvas, pushed up, and turned about to see Blanco waiting, looking like he was ready for a tie-up. More wrestling. Morrigan was about done wrestling.

”Jack-”

Her partner called out from ringside, but it was already too late. The Morrigan charged forward and started swinging, through out a couple of heavy, wild punches. No finesse, no style, just the sloppy, dangerous blows of a brawler, fishing for one, solid hit on her smaller opponent.

[Luncha_Libre]

Part of Blanco had hoped that the last few exchanges would present a chance to slow things down, get the brawl that had broken out shifted down to more of a technical contest, where some grappling and high-mobility would continue to work for him. Blanco was, sometimes, a bit naïve.

When Morrigan came back swinging, it took just a fraction of a second too long for Blanco to drop his arms and try to get a guard up in time to keep her fists from pulverizing his body right there in the ring. Blanco fell back, relying on quick footwork to keep him switched up and on his feet while he retreated. Evasion wasn’t going to work forever, he knew, and it a counter was going to be needed … fast!

“HHNNGH!” Blanco grunted as an arm slammed into his broad chest. The luchador had opened his arms and stepped into one of the swings, taking a clumsy shot to the chest to allow him to then wrap his arms around Morrigan’s, and put all that forward momentum to work for him! Twisting the hips again, Blanco used his speed and leverage to swing Morrigan once again, hoping to throw her off balance with an arm drag that would, he hoped, plant Morrigan back on her thick ass and keep his opponent on her heels while he took back the advantage.

[BlackAkuma]

Damn, damn, damn. ”Verdammt wütende frau…”

Sabine muttered under her breath as she paced around the ring, looking on in a manner that was not too unlike Holly’s worried stance not too long ago. This was precisely the scenario she feared, with Morrigan getting too consumed by the battle. The woman was usually calm and collected, the consummate dominatrix, but fighting in a ring excited the nerves and dull the mind. Like this, she would leave openings that her opponent could capitalize.

If he managed to stay awake that long, anyway.

That was no sure thing, and it showed some merit to Morrigan’s brawling approach, as he was forced to retreat in the face of her onslaught. One of her shots even landed, and she felt an instant of gratification right before Blanco twisted about and sent her flying once again. She growled in frustration even before she landed.

”Again with the fucking arm drags.” Needless to say, getting flung around did little to calm her agitated state, and she was up again a moment later, rushing toward him. Growing more desperate by the second, she brought up her leg and tried to clock him with a Big Boot as she neared, shooting the heel out hard towards his head for a decapitating blow.